Lan Lan had never seen Su Xiaoyou's pale face, as if the sky had fallen. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

She didn't say anything and just locked herself in the room.

Su Xiaoyou fell to the ground, her hands tightly covered her chest, and the overwhelming pain spread, as if a flood beast had swallowed her up.

She hugged her head and curled up, her pupils didn't seem to be in focus, and she never moved again.

Outside the window, it was getting dark, and the room was plunged into darkness. She used to be so afraid of the dark, as if she had returned to the nightmare of that day, but only in such darkness could she feel the pain that she couldn't escape, and it hurt her heart.

After a long time, Su Xiaoyou slowly lowered his head and wrapped his legs, buried his face in his knees, and the warm liquid slowly flowed out from the corners of his eyes.

She slowly closed her eyes, and a soft sound came out of her mouth, shallow but containing pain, "Mother..."

She remembered everything.

The tragedy that year. The one back then... Bright red blood spread throughout the slaughter of Qingqiu Mountain.

How could she forget? How can you forget that her mother died tragically in front of her just to save her life?

How can she forget that Qingqiu has the hope that the gods put on her? She had forgotten the damn thing! happily thought that she was just a little fox demon in the nether realm, she didn't want to make progress or work hard to cultivate, and forgot her parents' blood feud!

Those immortals who have done things that hurt the heavens and reason! The immortals who are still alive and have not been punished! She will do the right thing for heaven and get back the bloody hatred that owes tens of millions of lives one by one!

Su Xiaoyou's body suddenly burst out with a powerful aura, and with the awakening of memory, the mana that had been cultivated for thousands of years returned together, and the nine tails waved from behind him, such hatred was awe-inspiring, as if the gods and demons from the Nine Heavens Purgatory wanted to destroy everything in the world like crazy.

"Little demon!" Suddenly there was a hurried shout outside the door, as if someone was hurrying to it.

Su Xiaoyou's expression was cold, and the spiritual power around his body rolled back into his body, and he fell to the ground as if nothing had happened. Mana envelops consciousness in clumps.

Dong Li pushed the door in, he just felt that her body burst out of powerful spiritual power, full of extremely bloody aura, and rushed over without thinking.

At this time, Su Xiaoyou was lying on the ground with a pale face, as if he was unconscious.

Dong Li frowned, picked her up and put her on the bed, and his spiritual sense scanned it, but found no suspicious person.

As he poured the mana into her body, Su Xiaoyou's pale face gradually turned rosy.

The delicate eyebrows frowned slightly, and his expression seemed to be a little sad and uneasy.

I'm used to seeing her fangs and claws, lively and naughty, and ignorant of the world, and it's the first time I've seen her so weak. is different from those who are optimistic and strong to avoid injury, different from her eagerness and despair when they first met, she is really only weak, like a bean candle flame, small, and dispersed as soon as the wind blows.

Dong Li took her slender hand and tightened it slightly.

What is entangled in his heart can't be dispersed, this little fox not only occupies a large part of his heart, has been... It can no longer be separated.

At this moment, he realized that he no longer wanted her to be hurt, and was willing to use all his strength.

Go protect.

He reached out and brushed the broken hair from her cheek, and his palm-sized face was lifeless like a doll.

Su Xiaoyou's brows slowly stretched, his breathing calmed down, and he seemed to gradually fall asleep.

After sitting quietly in the dark for a long time, Dong Li got up.

There are some things that should be done. No one could hurt what he wanted to protect right under his eyes.

Su Xiaoyou slowly opened his eyes and turned his head slightly to look in the direction where Dong Liang left. There was no trace of chaos in the pupils of the black jewels, clear and cold, dark and dull, hiding the brewing, tumbling extreme destruction.

In the silence, the door creaked open. Mo Zhi stood quietly outside the door, silent.

Su Xiaoyou's face was indifferent, and his eyes were cold, as if he had never been surprised at all.

He didn't seem surprised.

Under such a gaze, Mo Zhi's expressionless face slowly cracked, revealing a trace of pain. He knelt down on one knee, his head deeply on his knee. "Mo Zhi has seen... Princess. ”

Su Xiaoyou slowly closed his eyes, hiding the painful disappointment. Sure enough, he knew.

Sure enough, everything is known.

They all know that Chu Feng, Mo Zhi, and even, Dong Li!!

They only kept her in the dark, and saw her happy as a clown, living ungratefully!

Mo Zhi closed his eyes, and there was no other look on his face.

But he knew. She would never forgive him again.

The dry voice was so unfamiliar that people didn't dare to make out it, and it was hollow as if it sounded in a soulless place: "Get out."

Mo Zhi's head lowered even more, and pain flashed in his eyes: "Yes."

In the Lingxiao Palace, a figure was standing, but the halo of Dongzhu around it could not dispel the slightest haze. The figure's back was straight, as if it could be unyielding and retain its dignity.

Beads of sweat dripped down, and his straight back bent down a little, and the figure spoke astringently, "You already know, don't you?" Just for my sister..."

There was silence around him, and he seemed to be talking to himself. He didn't get an answer, but he already had the answer in his heart. He bowed slowly to somewhere, "I know I'm wrong. ”

Dongzhu's light seemed to be distorted for a moment, and a cold and slow voice sounded in the air, "There is no next time." "That voice is the Eastern Emperor.

"Yes." The figure whispered, and the air returned to its previous appearance.

In a moment, another figure appeared in the air, with a golden dragon robe, full of bearing, but his eyes looked coldly somewhere.

"He's been here?"

"Yes, Father." The figure was silent, and said with some concern, "Will he know what happened back then?" After all... God holds something we don't know..."

The one who once sent the immortals to get rid of Su Xiaodemon was Zi Yao's elder brother, Yingfu.

"What if you know? If he didn't want the Six Realms to be ruined, he could only endure it. The Supreme Jade Emperor of the Six Realms snorted casually at this moment.

"Did it come to fruition?" Yingfu asked tactfully and tentatively. So long has passed since that incident, and no one dared to mention it by the immortals back then, which seems to have become a taboo for this immortal head.

The Jade Emperor's face was much gloomy, and his eyes were sharp. "You don't have to worry about it." He already had a plan.

Yingfu bowed his head respectfully. That incident had become a nightmare that he couldn't swallow, and he had not been able to cultivate for the past hundred years, and he was riddled with distractions, and he didn't care about that incident as much as he had shown. Regretted, regretted, but he never regretted it.

Many times, you have to learn to give up for something to be guarded.

"Father! What are you talking about? Zi Yao came out of the shadows in shock.

She has always looked at her brother as wrong, afraid that he will be unfavorable to Su Xiaoyou, after all, no matter how unsmart she is, she is still a princess of the heavenly realm, with her own power, and there is some darkness that can be seen in this identity, it is not difficult for her to guess what her brother has done.

But today, it was as if she had learned a big secret that she might not want to know.

It seemed that something was faintly beginning to crumble in her mind.