Qing Huan didn't know why his heart was bitter in an instant. www.biquge.info She felt that she shouldn't mind, because Yun Xiao was not her private property. But in the Tianxue Temple, under the starry night, by the bonfire, the alternating scenes were repeated, and the words said were repeated and repeated, but at this time, they all turned into a bitter smile in their hearts. She lowered her eyes and looked away, no longer fixing on the hand that was on the crook of Yun Xiao's arm.

But why is it that at this time, even her fingertips are instantly cold?

The warm palm covered her cold fingers, and Cheng Yao gently squeezed her into the palm of her hand.

Yun Xiao's eyes swept over the hands of the two of them, and finally settled on Cheng Yao's face, but he didn't see Qinghuan at a glance.

Cheng Yao pulled a faint smile on his face, he had never smiled so hard. I wanted to say something to break the dull atmosphere, but it was like I had been silent for a long time, and I had nothing to say for a while.

In the end, it was Yun Xiao who said lightly to him: "See you later." ”

Cheng Yao nodded.

The four of them went down two different paths.

Along the way, Qing Huan was in a trance, allowing Cheng Yao to take her through the high walls. When the crimson light appeared in front of him, Qing Huan came back to his senses, took a deep breath, and suppressed all kinds of strangeness in his heart.

I couldn't tell if it was the red light of the circle, or if it had reached the bottom of the seventh round. The red light in front of him flashed and disappeared, and then, it seemed to have disappeared into a boundless black hole, and when I opened my eyes again, I was already in a field of fragrant grass, with white clouds and clear wind overhead.

The picture is so beautiful that it doesn't look like the real scene, and there is no trace of half a demon beast when she raises her eyes, only Cheng Yao still holds her right hand and transmits warmth, making her feel real.

The breeze blew and broke the grass that grew on the plains, but it could not blow the ends of their hair and the corners of their clothes. She didn't feel a hint of wind on her cheeks.

Qing Huan came to his senses and said, "This is not a real place. ”

Cheng Yao nodded, his face was impassive, but there was a little more vigilance in his eyes, "Take a look around." ”

After looking for a short time, I saw a dazzling red dress swirling on the grassland. The black-clothed and black-haired man watched from afar, and the woman with bright facial features smiled at him.

At this time, the sun was setting, and the red clothes on her body and her smile seemed to burn the eyes of others more than the remnant sun.

Qing Huan's gaze fell more on the man in black. Because she felt that his back was somewhat familiar. Thinking that the two of them couldn't see themselves anyway, Qing Huan tugged at Cheng Yao's finger and motioned for him to step forward to see what the man looked like.

However, with one move, the objects in front of them suddenly changed. The dancing girl in red, the man in black, the grassland, the blue sky, the sunset, and the clouds quickly dissipated, and in front of him, only a chaotic dark crimson remained—in this way, it was the scene that should be seen in the Demon Sealing Tower.

As the last floor of the seventh cycle, this level is not as annoying as the six layers above, but is divided into many interconnected stone chambers. Putting aside the unexplained scene I saw just now, it is imperative to find out the holy sword's evil recipe.

The holy sword is contaminated with the blood of the Demon Emperor of the Tide, and after years of worship, it has generated an awe-inspiring holy aura, and the demons are afraid. Cheng Yao's original thinking was naturally to look for the group of demons who dared to approach. However, as far as the eye could see, he did not find a single demon, and he did not even sense a trace of demonic energy. Listening carefully, not only did I not hear the roar of the beast, but there was no sound from far and near.

Moving their feet, the scene changed with each step, and as they stepped into another stone room, the light rose again in front of them, creating a halo of flames.

It was still an endless sea of grass, but this time, it was already full of stars at night.

Around the bonfire, the woman who was brighter than the flame chuckled and danced, and the fiery red dance dress flew into the most soft and amorous shock, and the red lips opened lightly, and the melodious singing voice was revealed with the rhythm of the dance-

"I want to know you and live a long life. There are no mountains and no tombs, and the rivers are exhausted. Thunder and tremors in winter, rain and snow in summer. Heaven and earth are together, but dare to ...... with the king"

There was still only one person who watched her dance.

It was still the man I saw last time, like a waterfall and a green silk pine on the back of his head, and although the clothes on his body had been changed, it was still a dull color like dark brown. Even so, it is difficult to hide its majestic and upright posture. But he sat quietly and watched the woman in front of him dance, but there was no movement, and even his back was as calm as a deep pool.

Qing Huan even had a moment of trance, and the man seemed to be like her and Cheng Yao, a person outside the world in front of him. She was taken aback by the idea of herself, forgetting her earlier desire to see what the man looked like. And Cheng Yao was naturally more calm than her, and did not act rashly.

The woman danced and ran to the man's side with a smile on her face, wrapping her arms around his neck.

She whispered in his ear, "In the ten days I have been separated from you, I have not thought about you for a single day. ”

The man looked at the beautiful woman in his arms and saw her smile and give her her fragrant lips. His arms tightened, and he pressed her under him......

Qing Huan blushed and turned away. Fortunately, the scene in front of me also changed back at this time.

Ben still felt a little embarrassed, but he heard Cheng Yao say, "Let's go and see elsewhere." ”

Qing Huan peeked at him, and saw that his expression was frank and unusual, and his mind was relieved.

The third scene has changed from a grassland to a beautiful landscape. It was the scene when the sun was about to rise, but when I looked up, I couldn't find the two figures. Fortunately, walking in the illusion is more labor-saving than Edgeworth, and the two of them gently turn around the waterfall, go around the mountain pass, and find a few thatched houses.

Qing Huan's first thought was that the vision was familiar. The second thought is that the man and the woman I saw just now have come here to settle down?

Before she could think about it one more step, one of the grass houses "squeaked" and the door opened, and Murong Yunshang walked out of the door.

The face is the same, and the plain clothes that Murong Yunshang liked in the past are also on her body, but her hair is draped, and she is still vaguely dressed as a girl.

Qing Huan suddenly woke up, isn't this place the scene in Qingfang Immortal Venerable's painting? She'd stumbled into that painting by mistake.

And whose memories does this belong to?

With a familiar but lazy yawn, Qing Fang walked out of the other room with a lazy waist on his face, still looking like he hadn't woken up. Murong Yunsheng's fingertips gathered the water spirit and secretly splashed him in the face. Qingfang was excited, and Murong Yunshang had already walked away with a smile.

There was another coquettish smile beside him, and the woman with bright facial features covered her mouth and bent over, her eyes full of smiles, it was the woman who had seen dancing twice before. She seems to be very partial to red, and her clothes are still the color of fire, more gorgeous than the morning glow. The man who walked out of the door with her, his long hair scattered haphazardly, obscuring his face. The man embraced her from behind, his cheek buried in her slender neck.

"Ahh Qing Fang hurriedly covered his eyes, and shouted "Don't look at indecent things" to find Murong Yunsheng, and his funny appearance made Qing Huan laugh.

Cheng Yao's eyes were always locked on the man. But later, no matter whether the four people in the scene were frolicking, playing, chatting, or practicing, he couldn't see the man's face. He could only be heard calling out to his beloved woman a few times once in a while. Most of the time it is the "evening dance", and the strong part is the "small dance".

But the voice was also indistinct, and it was not possible to determine whether he was the person he had guessed in his heart.

When the scene changed back to the Demon Sealing Tower, Qing Huan was still a little immersed in the joyful atmosphere he had just felt. She hadn't thought much about what she was cultivating immortals for, but since she had already embarked on this path before her amnesia, there was no reason why she wouldn't continue to do it. After all, this is something that many people can't ask for.

But now, she suddenly has expectations and yearning in her heart. To be able to live in seclusion with friends and lovers as the four people just seen, to be with them for a long time, not to face life and death, not to be entangled in birth, old age, sickness and death, it is really beautiful, no wonder Qingfang Xianzun wants to put this place into the painting.

But why, Qingfang and Murong Yunshang are getting along like this now, not like the intimacy she just saw, like a pair of happy enemies? Was the scene she had just seen real?

These many questions, and the fourth picture that followed, did not give her an answer. Not only did she not solve her doubts, but the surging atmosphere of sorrow destroyed the world and the earth, and all the tenderness and sweetness and affection were scattered to pieces.

The smell of blood in the air was so strong that it seemed that if you take a casual breath, it can really condense blood beads.

Time seems to have passed for a long time, the woman who was called the evening dance reclined on the couch, her eyebrows and eyes were still as bright as ever, but between her eyebrows was the haggard and sad that could not be hidden, and the red clothes on her body seemed to be much darker than in the past, as if these at her feet, the corpse that had just been killed by her, was empty and empty.

The black-clothed and black-haired man stepped steadily into the hall with a long sword in his hand, his slender legs stepping over the scattered corpses on the ground one by one, but he didn't dare to look down at even a glance - there were too many faces, and he was too familiar with them.

As he approached, Xiwu's face regained its glow like the morning glow.

With her wrist lightly tilted on the side of her head, she smiled at him, "I'm pregnant with your child." ”

Smiling as gently as the second time he met her, she said to him, "I have you in my heart." ”

"Really?" The smile on the man's face was cruel and resolute, "Then kill the industry with a sword." ”

When the words fell, a sword stabbed the woman's lower abdomen.

Qing Huan looked at the long sword that was about to pierce into her abdomen, and couldn't help but exclaim, I don't know when, she seemed to have become a woman in red reclining on the couch.

Raised his head in a hurry, and on the slender body wrapped in black, it was the face of Haruka Miyagi! (To be continued.) )