Cen Duxiao took a few steps forward suspiciously, and only after passing through a passage did he find that there was a hole.

This is an underground palace (diàn).

White jade pillars stand at the four corners of the inner corners, and the walls around them are carefully polished into flat white stone bricks, the orchids carved on the stone bricks are lifelike and blooming bewitchingly, the red gauze curtains (dàng) hanging at the top are fluttering, and the fire in the hall is floating with red light.

Through the red veil, she saw a man in a golden mask sitting on a stone chair in the center of the hall, looking down and gently stroking a pure white ferret. The ferret lay lazily in the man's arms with its eyes closed, motionless, except for the occasional twitch of its white beard.

His black hair hung down softly around his waist, and he wore a red shirt embroidered with a large gold thread pattern on the placket and cuffs, and the red shēn was as glamorous as a flame.

He sat there leisurely and relaxed, like a rich boy who came here for a visit.

Cen Duxiao was slightly stunned, how could this dress, this (shēn) shape be so familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere.

Her heart trembled suddenly, how could she ...... So much like the Fuso she remembers?

She called out uncertainly, "Fuso, is that you?"

Hearing this, the man in red put down the ferret and patted his sleeve (shēn), he was tall and slender. He slowly approached her step by step, and with each step he gave birth to a shadow of red petals, which made her stunned.

An invisible aura weighed down her feet, and she knelt on the lin, staring straight at his mask, and could only see the cold and transparent eyes behind the mask.

He walked up to Cen Duxiao (shēn), leaned down (shēn) and gently hooked her chin, and said quietly, "You really remember." ”

This tone, this voice, the two voices of clear and low are intertwined, and there is no charm that comes out.

"You...... Fusang is the Spirit Lord of the Yuan Devouring Spirit?"Cen Duxiao was full of questions, "The Fusang in my memory is the Divine Monarch. ”

"Isn't it all because of you that I am what I am today?"

He grabbed Cen Duxiao's jaw, his fingertips were deeply embedded in her face, and her facial features were distorted in pain, and she shook her head to break free, but he pinched her tighter.

Cen Duxiao twisted her eyebrows, her heart seemed to be overturned, tears fell unconsciously, she didn't wonder why she had this reaction, the ups and downs were completely out of her control.

She said, "What do you mean, thanks to me, what have I done?"

Fusang said coldly, "You really don't remember, or are you pretending?" He threw her hard to the side (shēn), and she slammed her to the ground.

She was paralyzed, struggling to prop up her son, and said in a trembling voice, "I...... I don't really remember ......."

She suddenly remembered the dream she had, and remembered the woman who scolded her for being cruel.

What exactly did she do to Fuso?

"You're right, I used to be a god, I was born extraordinary, when I came into the world, I was shocked, I used to be the most carefree god in the world. ”

Fusang was leisurely, and his tone became more and more calm: "I met you, in order to lead the demon clan to occupy and unify the human world, you deliberately approached me, and used my sincerity to you to cut down the divine tree, touching the punishment, causing me to lose my divine status and be demoted to the lower realm, making me look like this person is not a ghost or a ghost." You, how are you going to pay it back?"

"I ......" Cen Duxiao lost her mind and thought for a long time, "I really don't have an impression, I just remember that you are my master, we, we were lovers?"

Fuso's is not at all like what she would do (qíng). How could she bear to hurt the heart (ài) people.

She had always felt that Feng Yizhi was very familiar, could it be because of Fusang?

Fusang snorted disdainfully, pointed to the location of his heart, and said hatefully: "Lover? maybe...... I once loved you, (ài) you, spoiled you, protected you, and even in order to save you, I did not hesitate to give you my 1,000-year-old life, but what did I get in exchange? ”

Fusang waved his sleeves, and the red gauze curtain in the hall fluttered in front of her eyes with the wind, and a loud sound of shaking the earth sounded in her ears.

After the loud noise, there was silence, and through the half-transparent red veil, she saw a woman dressed in white.

The woman (shēn) flickered, ghostly, and held a black sword.

"Click, click......" The blood on the blade fell to the ground one by one.

There was a wicked smile on the corner of the woman's lips, she couldn't stop killing, the air was full of the smell of blood, she took a deep breath greedily, as if the bloodier it was, the more excited she was.

In an instant, one by one the fresh lives fell under her knife, and his blood was sprinkled on her white jade dress like ink.

Her knife still vibrated incessantly, eager to drink more blood.

The people were swallowed up by the blood in a wail. The shattered remains were piled up, and she couldn't wait to tear more people apart. She has long lost her mind, and at the moment she just wants to satisfy her killing **.

In her opinion, the most wonderful feeling in the world is to be able to use her own hands to erase everything and get a pull

When it sets, looking from afar, it is long impossible to tell whether it is the sunset or the blood that reflects the red earth.

She finally did it, and she killed everyone who stood in her way (shēn).

The land in front of her has finally become her bag. She will build her world on top of this ruin.

There was only one last obstacle left, and she walked towards the red-clothed man next to Fuso Shenmu, and without the slightest hesitation, she stabbed through his (xiōng) chamber, and countless white rays of light suddenly descended from the sky......

Cen Duxiao's brain went blank, she gasped, she wiped the tears on her face, really as she saw it, she was a bloodthirsty and cruel demon in her previous life?

She suddenly felt a flame in her body scorching her internal organs, so painful that she couldn't stand upright, she lay on the ground and covered her mouth, and there was a force in her body that blocked her qi and blood, stirring her stomach upside down, and she vomited a mouthful of blood.

Fusang seemed to be very satisfied with her miserable situation at the moment, and smiled coldly: "This can't stand it? This is you, don't doubt it, you are such an evil demon!"

Cen Duxiao wiped the blood from the corner of her lips, and after the blood was spit out, her mind calmed down, and she said lightly: "So you are the real culprit behind the scenes who has wanted my life repeatedly?"

Fusang smiled, "Yes, do you deserve to die?"

Cen Duxiao asked, "The Lvliang City Yao Beast is controlled by you, and the Medicine Immortal Valley Pill is also poisoned by you?"

Fusang stared at her and said, "Yes and not exactly, who made you hate, I am not the only one who hates you, I just took advantage of the situation to push it." It's just that I didn't expect you to always get away with it, and who is the person who is protecting you by your side (shēn)?"

Cen Duxiao snorted lightly, "Didn't you fight with him, why did you come to ask me?"

Fusang pondered for a long time, shook his head in a trance, and said in a low voice: "I can't remember, I can't remember what he looks like." Why can't I remember what he looked like......"