A large number of shaking figures were getting closer and closer, and Shen Yuheng's breathing was getting faster and faster, his eyes were firmly fixed on the white light, and he didn't dare to look away at all. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

I saw a figure gradually walking out of the white light, and the figure first showed a piece of his wrist, and then the whole person walked out, so that Shen Yuheng could clearly see the appearance of that person.

Luo Yi is light and thin, her eyebrows are picturesque, like an old wine, like the most mellow tea, like a peach that has been ripe on the branches, she just stands there quietly, waiting for you to explore and pick.

"I haven't seen Miss Shen for a long time, and Miss Shen is getting better and better. She seemed stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed, raised her hand and brushed back the sideburns in her ear, and there was a smile between her eyebrows.

"Should I call you Flower Butterfly, or Flower Xiangrong?" Shen Yuheng's voice was a little dry, and he looked at the woman who had completely fallen into the demon path in disbelief.

It seems that the last time they met, she trampled her dignity under her feet, but time passed like a white horse, and in a trance, she had become a high-ranking Yuan Infant Cultivator, and she fell into the devil's path and never recovered!

"Who does Miss Shen think I am?" Hua Xiangrong raised her hand, the wooden table was full of tea, and white smoke curled up, blurring her face.

She just sat there, holding a cup of tea in her hand, and behind her was a dazzling white light and countless swaying figures.

"I remember I advised you. Shen Yuheng sat opposite her and poured herself a cup of tea, his voice calm.

Tea is still the tea of 20 years ago, but now the people sitting opposite each other have changed and changed, just like they were destined to be people on two roads from the very beginning.

"So what?" Flower Butterfly's nails flicked on the white porcelain cup, and the tea in the white porcelain cup shook like it almost shook her reflection into pieces of withered pieces.

She is no longer the flower butterfly, whether it was twenty years ago or now, she can no longer be the carefree, arrogant flower butterfly.

The ripples gradually dissipated, and the sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl's eyebrows were more gorgeous than the scorching peony, and the girl grinned at her, and Hua Xiangrong's hand shook, and she almost lifted the teacup, and finally drank it all.

She saw that the person opposite still maintained the appearance of a girl, and her beautiful face became blurred under the haze of the mist, like those memories that had gradually blurred, no matter how she pieced it together, she couldn't go back to the past.

"You hate me for humiliating you? Miss Shen, do you know that I don't hate you?"

Shen Yuheng's movements paused, and his eyes fell on Hua Xiangrong's somewhat hazy face.

She remembered the most unbearable memory, it was she who trampled her dignity under her feet! At that time, the flower butterfly was full of energy, and there was always confidence and publicity between her eyebrows and eyes, but she knew that the nature of the flower butterfly was not bad, but she was used to it!

At that time, she was humiliated by that, and she only thought that one day she would take revenge and go back, but when she was refining qi step by step, building a foundation, forming a pill, and being a young woman...... Those memories seem to be in the previous life, and when she goes higher step by step, she doesn't care anymore, so why hate it?

"I don't hate you. Shen Yuheng put down the teacup in his hand, his expression was light, and his light appearance made Hua Xiangrong laugh mockingly again.

"Yes, Miss Shen is now the Yuanying True Monarch, how can she care about a knot cultivator like us? People like us who come out of a small town, if they take revenge, they can only rely on themselves step by step. Hua Xiangrong poured herself another cup of tea, as if she was saying it to Shen Yuheng, but it was like saying it to herself.

Who else could she rely on? Her father was dead, and the entire Ping'an Town was dead, did she have to rely on Shen Yuheng and their group of monks?

How is that possible? In the past, the flower butterfly had died in that flood, and now she only lives for revenge!

Whether it is the demon clan or Shen Yuheng who brought disaster, she will not let it go!

"Miss Shen, ah no, or Patriarch Shen, Shen Zhenjun, you must not know how my father died, right?"

"When a person's mouth and nose are filled with muddy water, and the air in the whole lung is squeezed dry, but you can't faint yet, you can only clearly feel the air in your body passing little by little, and feel that life is coming to an end little by little......"

"You watch your hands and feet swell, watch your skin soaking up little by little, but you can't do anything......"

"You see your loved ones being swept away by the flood little by little, or like you, like a swelling rice ball......"

"I didn't know that I soaked in the water for a few days, until the flood waters receded, and I was the only one left in the whole Ping'an Town, and I was thinking at that time, I was the only one left in the whole Ping'an Town, and I had to live well and avenge you!"

"But guess who I saw?"

Hua Xiangrong tilted her head, she was obviously smiling, but two lines of tears flowed down her eyes, and finally left two tear stains on her delicately made face.

Where can a smile be left when a person mentions their saddest memory?

Shen Yuheng felt that her throat was a little dry, she swallowed her saliva unconsciously, and her palms were already covered with sticky and greasy sweat.

She probably knew who she had seen, she thought.

Then she heard Hua Xiangrong's voice.

"She said you're still alive. ”

"I can't help myself with joy, I just want to find you and avenge Ping'an Town together. ”

Then she told me that the little beggar was the eldest lady of the Shen family, the first family in the cultivation realm, and if she hadn't fled to the Shen family, Ping'an Suppression would not have suffered such a catastrophe at all. ”

"Shen Yuheng, what will you do when you know that all your calamities are only because of one person?"

Shen Yuheng was about to open his mouth, but Hua Xiangrong had already opened his mouth one step first, word by word, but every word carried endless killing intent.

"I'll kill her. ”

She smiled, her already excellent face was even more gorgeous now, she was thinking about revenge all the time! How many times did she dream that Shen Yuheng's bones were broken by her inch by inch, and her flesh and blood were peeled off inch by inch, she watched her sink in pain, and watched her wail......

It was her dream, but she would rather she never have such a dream.

She just wanted to go back to thirty years ago and throw that little beggar out of Ping'an Town, whether it was thrown to Anping Town, Anning Town, anywhere, as long as it wasn't in Ping'an Town.

She is just an ordinary person, she just wants to protect the people she wants to protect! If she can resurrect the person she loves, even if the world is overturned, she is willing!

"So, let's fight. ”

I saw that the tea on the wooden table turned into a puff of light smoke, and countless monsters poured out of the white light, and Hua Xiangrong held the cigarette in his hand, and there was already an almost crazy smile on his face.

Shen Yuheng, today is either you die or I live!

"Flower Butterfly, let's fight!" Shen Yuheng's hand once again conjured up the Red Lotus Karma Fire Sword.

Past grievances will be settled in this battle!(To be continued.) )