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"Jieying, you can already sit on the world with the widow, why do you want to kill the widow?"

No one answered him, and Jieying's reply was to silently pull the bowstring, without a trace of hesitation in her indifferent eyes. He once thought about his end, died on the battlefield, died in a foreign land, died in assassination, and left peacefully...... However, after thinking about it, he never thought that he had never been defeated, but he would die in the hands of his beloved. Until Jie Ying finally let go of the bowstring, there was still a hint of disbelief in his eyes.

When the iron-like cruel reality is in front of him, he can only be sad and angry in his heart. He took up his broken sword and stood up.

"The widow will never fall down and want to take the life of the widow? Don't! ”

Jieying didn't speak the whole time, she silently put on the arrow string and pointed it straight at him. Mortally wounded, he could not gallop, and he might not be able to dodge Jieying's arrows. Blood ran down his forehead, blurring his vision. Now he can be said to be at the end of his rope, and he has only one chance to kill, and if he doesn't succeed, he will become a benevolent.

At the last moment, however, he heard the crisp sound of a bell. He couldn't be mistaken, it was a gift he gave to Jieying when he first met her. It was this moment of distraction that he threw his sword a step slower. His chest was pierced with great force and nailed to the huge linden tree behind him. And the broken sword he thrown, due to the slightest hesitation, missed the opportunity, so that Jie Ying successfully avoided the vital point. However, her shoulder was still broken.

"Hmph, it seems that the widow is still too soft-hearted, and the widow has recognized the defeat of the king. But you remember to the widow, no matter how many thousand years have passed, whether the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten or the earth is desolate, the widow will always remember this day. Even if there is only one breath left, and he can only climb, the widow will crawl out of the eighteen layers of hell, and let this day collapse for the anger of the widow; Let the land tremble with the wrath of the widow! ”

It is said that this is a story that happened 900 years ago, and some people say it is a legend, some people say it is a wild history, and some people say it is a myth. There are different versions of the story, but no one cares about it, because at most it has a place in many myths, and no one dares to associate this story with the empress, although the two have the same name.

It was taboo to say the name of the empress, and anyone who told the story publicly and used the empress's name would be executed if they were discovered. Nowadays, not many people remember the name of the empress, and people call her Your Majesty and the Holy One. But the story has always existed, and it can appear in the folk from time to time, which seems to be intended to remind people. And those who spread these stories were all judged as anti-thieves and ended up being beheaded. Over time, this story can only be heard from the mouths of some old people.

In the far west of the empire, there is an endless primeval forest, where the trees reach high and the mountains are stacked. Here, all beasts inhabit and ten thousand demons live in peace, which is the weakest place in the empire's control.

At this moment, a young man dragged his scarred body to a huge Bodhi tree. His face was extremely pale due to excessive blood loss. Despite this, he still only had a fairy grass in his hand. He wanted to rest under the linden tree, but he had heard that the tree could fulfill the wishes of sincere people, and he had a wish that he wanted to fulfill no matter what.

The boy did not give up, he crawled with difficulty, tilted his head with difficulty, and said to the Bodhi tree, "O Bodhi tree, can you hear my voice!" I know I'm dying, but I'm not reconciled, I'm really unwilling! ”

"Why is the sky so unfair to me, why is fate playing so tricks on me, clearly letting me see hope, but ruthlessly destroying it in the next moment? I'm willing to trade everything I have for revenge, even if I can't do it myself! ”

The boy knew that no one would respond to him, but he needed to speak, he needed to vent, he needed to vent.

A gentle breeze blew through the boy's cheeks and moved the branches and leaves of the tree, and the tree nodded like a kind old man, responding to the boy's request. As if reading the meaning, the boy closed his eyes with a smile.

As the sun went down and the bright moonlight shone on the earth, a woman stepped out from behind a tree with light steps. She had waist-length hair and turquoise hair that reflected a bright sheen in the sun. The round skin is as delicate as jade, and the light clothes are picturesque. But her face was hidden by bangs, revealing only her delicate chin.

The woman stopped in front of the dead boy and opened her palm, letting a beating ball of purple light float.

The woman asked lightly, "Are you sure you want to do this?" If you fail, will you be gone, and you will not regret it? ”

A powerful voice came from within the purple ball of light: "The widow has pleaded with the heavens for nine hundred years in exchange for a chance. The widow is a hero in life, and he is a ghost in death. If I want to let the widow survive in the world, I would rather choose destruction. ”

The woman was silent for a moment and sighed: "You still can't let go of the past. ”

"There are wounds that heal and forget over time. And some injuries will only get worse with time, and it is a painless pain. Even if the widow has only a trace of soul left, he still has to endure the pain of the wound, and even more so he has to endure the torment in his heart, obviously he still exists in the world, but he feels powerless. It's not just the pain of **, but also the torment of the soul. This kind of pain has been with the widow day and night for 900 years! How do you let the widow let go of it all? Do you know what it's like to be betrayed by a loved one? It's not a matter of pain, it's a feeling of dying to the heart. She was the widow's love, and the widow was willing to give up the country for her. But what did she do to the widow? Shoot the widow with her own hand with the bow that the widow made for her, can you tell the widow why? Nine hundred years have passed, and the widow can't figure it out, and he can't figure it out. So the widow wants to ask, go to the Jinling Treasure Hall and ask why she can be so ruthless and unjust. ”

"Hey!" The green-haired woman sighed silently, "That's it, your choice, the slave family has no right to interfere, I hope you don't regret it." ”

The purple ball of light flickered and dimmed, and it was a long time before he replied, "Whether it is right or wrong, the widow never regrets it, even at the moment before he died. ”

After speaking, a purple mist like smoke and silk floated out of the ball of light, and invariably fell on the dead boy, and the purple smoke that slowly floated out of the ball of light flowed out of the ball of light and injected into the boy's body. The young man's body, which was originally lying motionless on the ground, was held up by an invisible force and gradually rose, and the purple smoke flowing into his body was gradually accelerating.

The purple smoke flowing like a stream a moment ago was like a turbulent river in the blink of an eye, completely submerging the young man's body.

The purple light grew brighter and brighter, driving away the darkness around them, revealing a beauty like no other. Like the depth of the night sky, like the vastness of the sky, like the dazzling of the sun, like the silence of the moon.

When the last wisp of purple smoke was injected into the boy's body, everything returned to tranquility. The green-haired woman stepped forward silently, knelt down on her knees, let the boy's head rest on her lap, gently stroked his head, and quietly watched the boy leaning on her lap.

Unconsciously, the young man's face was no longer as pale as before, and the woman could vaguely feel his weak heart and slight breathing. Then the eyelids twitched slightly, and the eyebrows twitched.

"Thou hast succeeded." The woman whispered in the young man's ear.

The boy opened his eyes and saw the young woman who accompanied him day and night.

"The widow has returned."