The miserable images in the hell never seem to stop, Shen Yuheng stepped through the Huhu Hell, walked through the Hell like a blue lotus, crossed the Hell like a red lotus, and waded through the Hell like a big lotus, every corner of hell seemed to be filled with her familiar atmosphere. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Is this what you've ever experienced?" Shen Yuheng muttered to himself, stroking the peeling lotus inch by inch.

He had walked every inch of land, leaving behind a winding road.

"Love and hate, it's too late. The peeling lotus petals turned into ashes at her feet, and Shen Yuheng smiled and lifted the embers in his hand and walked towards the last layer of hell.

It was the most torturous place in the whole of hell.

Lonely hell, the whole world is left with you alone, there is no wind, no clouds, everything in the world will not change, as if it has dried up into ashes, and you can only hold your own memories, lonely for life, until even the memories are forgotten in the long river of time, and in the end you will leave nothing.

Except for loneliness.

There is only one person in the lonely hell, and only one person who has walked through all the hells.

The snowflakes fell, the room was full of medicinal fragrance, and the peerless man quietly boiled water, brewed himself a cup of morning dew, and then drank it all with the hot tea.

His throat was blistered by the boiling water, but he didn't realize it, just stared at the porcelain cup in his hand that only half a piece of tea was left.

The flask was at his side, and there was still wine flowing out of the sloping flask, and at his feet was a fishing rod, and in the small basket beside him were two fish.

"The waves are intentionally a thousand heavy snows, and the peach and plum are speechless and spring. A pot of wine, a pole body, how many people are as happy as Nong?"

Shen Yuheng read a sentence unconsciously, but when he saw his movements, he was suddenly stunned, and turned his head to look at Shen Yuheng in disbelief.

That face is still so beautiful, but now that Shen Yuheng's eyes have fallen, Shen Yuheng can no longer be amazed, as if he is the same as everyone in the world.

But he is different, Shen Yuheng clearly knows that he is different in her heart after all.

The sentence "Ah ......" Ah Heng didn't call out after all, and it all condensed into the tenderness in his eyes.

"You're jolly. Shen Yuheng tilted his head, avoiding the affectionate gaze.

What would the Lonely Hell look like? Shen Yuheng had imagined it countless times, but now she knew that the Lonely Hell was like this.

Maybe you will encounter thousands of prosperity, maybe you will rise and fall in that world, but whether it is prosperity or desolation, it has nothing to do with you.

Those complicated red dusts are separated from you by 108,000 miles, and you can only watch lonely like a spectator.

Xue Qianzhong didn't speak, what should he say? He had already drawn a gap between the two of them with his own hands, and he also pushed Shen Yuheng far away with his own hands.

"But it's good to be happy. Shen Yuheng smiled again, "After all, I can't bear to make you feel bad." ”

There is no way to hide love, she can crush him to hell, she can send a long sword into his chest with her own hands, but her heart still hurts when she sees him suffering.

But love was not the whole of her life.

Xue Qianzhong just silently poured a cup of tea for Shen Yuheng and placed it opposite him, his eyes always had such tenderness in them, as if everything that should have been resented or remembered had never happened.

Looking at Xue Qianzhong's unfluctuating face, Shen Yuheng inexplicably felt that the anger in his heart had risen, this person ...... It's always like this, as if even if she dismantles him, he has no regrets, this affectionate appearance...... It's disgusting!

"I have a son. Shen Yuheng took a sip of morning dew, his voice was flat, but it sounded in Xue Qianzhong's ears like thunder.

Son?!and whom?

He set his eyes on Shen Yuheng's face, trying in vain to find a trace of evidence of lying from Shen Yuheng's face, but his eyes were about to pierce Shen Yuheng's head, but he couldn't find a trace of proof that Shen Yuheng was lying.

Oh, yes...... How could he expect Shen Yuheng to like him all the time? After all, he was her opposite, and he had done such an excessive thing to her.

Those unrealistic fantasies...... It's just a fantasy.

"My own, he will only belong to me. Shen Yuheng only felt happy when she saw Xue Qianzhong's expression like being struck by lightning, the corners of her lips were smiling, and her voice was as calm as ever.

Shen Siyou will not have a father, he will only have a mother.

He will only be her son, not Yukichishige.

"Congratulations. The expression on Xue Qianzhong's face gradually changed back to calm, and he calmly refilled Shen Yuheng with a cup of tea to hide the pain in his eyes.

Sooner or later, Ah Heng will smile like other people, and she will show all her tenderness to others, and she will look at others with those affectionate eyes.

And he's not going to be the other one.

"Tongxi. Shen Yuheng shook the teacup in her hand, her black hair covered her cheeks, and tears fell into the teacup, causing ripples in circles.

Love, hate, all scattered with the wind......

The morning dew mixed with tears was extremely bitter, and the constant taste on the tip of Shen Yuheng's tongue made Shen Yuheng begin to resentment why he had to take a look.

Maybe it's just that she still can't let go of him in her heart.

Unfortunately, she could no longer forgive him.

"Cut the love silk, swing the sword to cut the love silk, the slightest silk is broken, regret chasing the traceless night, sleepless night and night......" Unconsciously hummed the play, Shen Yuheng only felt that the boredom in his heart was dissipated at this moment.

Xue Qianzhong's hand pouring tea suddenly froze, the tea in the teacup had already overflowed, condensed on the table, and finally flowed to the ground along the lines of the table, but he didn't seem to see it at all, just his eyes fell on Shen Yuheng's body.

"Can we go back?"

He heard his own voice, dry and unpleasant, like the roots of a tree that had been dead for many years.

The water in the teapot had run dry, and only the sound of ticking water remained, accompanied by the woman's soft voice, all the way to his heart.

"Where are you going?"

"Xue Qianzhong, we were wrong from the beginning, where do you think you can go back?"

Her voice was calm, as if she was just stating a fact, but it made Xue Qianzhong's heart seem to crack into a lotus petal.

yes, where do you go back?

He has been a tool of the Demon Lord from the beginning, and she has been destined to be the enemy of the Demon Race from the beginning.

They are natural rivals, and all love is nothing more than a false cloak.

But everything is fake, only love is real.

So what? Whether love is true or false, they can't go back, they don't have a past, they don't have a future.

Only the bridge road from now on is irrelevant, and only the Biluo Yellow Spring from now on does not meet. (To be continued.) )