Li Xian had only been on the throne for five months, and the east wind and snow left the Buddha Shrine.

He left unusually well, leaving behind a letter of resignation and a letter to the Oriental family. Changed into a men's outfit, grabbed a handful of gold leaves from the warehouse, and took advantage of the morning to take out her sweaty and bloody BMW and leave. Because she didn't explain the extra words, her attendants thought she was going out to do something, and it took a day to see her resignation and react, and hurriedly reported it.

People were sent everywhere to chase and block, but the east wind and snow were clever, and the cards were clearly calculated, and they easily avoided a number of pursuers and went all the way south. She is like a bird that has just flown out of the cage after being imprisoned for a long time, and she is new to everything.

But there are thousands of good things outside, but there is only one bad thing, the things are too unpalatable. In fact, it is not surprising, because whether it is a big restaurant or a roadside stall, how can the things made compare with several top chefs in her palace?

At first, she couldn't eat anything for two days, and then she was so hungry that she couldn't stand it anymore and tried to eat some food. Then he began to have diarrhea, and his face turned blue. But she is too playful, even if she has diarrhea, she is forced to play around.

In less than a month, her plump cheeks were sunken, her eyes were bright with hunger, and she was dizzy after walking a few steps. One day, she was really weak and uncomfortable, so she had to find a mountain inn to rest, and asked the villagers to buy a big rooster for her own stew.

No one can help her cook. As a result, Dongfeng Piaoxue could only make a fire and stew soup in person.

It was her first time cooking, and she tossed for a long time to make the house full of smoke before she could barely burn the firewood. She added water to the pot and threw the chicken nuggets into the pot when the water splashed, only to find out that the chicken had not been killed.

How do you kill chickens? Pluck the hair first, then chop the neck? After thinking about it, she carefully opened the cage where the chicken was closed, trying to catch the big rooster. But the rooster avoided her hand, slipped out of the cage, spread his feet and scurried all over the yard.

"It's miserable." A voice came from the wall.

Looking up, who was Feng Jiu who left that day.

Feng Jiu sat on the wall with one foot, squinted, and repeated, "It's miserable." ”

Needless to say, Dongfeng Piaoxue also knew that his face was scorched with smoke, and he was embarrassed. She grinned at Feng Jiu, her smile clear: "It's the first time I've cooked, and I don't know how to kill chickens." ”

Feng Jiu suddenly smiled, like a smokey breeze, and said simply: "Who pities you, I'm pitying that chicken." ”

"Then comfort it." After the east wind drifted snow with a smile, he picked up the gourd scoop and scooped a spoonful of water from the water tank and poured it into the stove, and then threw the scoop to the ground, leaving the smoke billowing stove pit, the half-plucked chicken, and the gray wolf on the wall back to the room.

With her face washed and her hair combed, she lay down on the table and quietly lined up, smiling self-deprecatingly from time to time. Because she has always been calm and self-controlled, her hot-headed behavior of throwing a gourd scoop just now is really ridiculous, and she is a little different from herself.

After a long time, Feng Jiu pushed open the door and walked in.

Seeing the crockpot of soup in his hand, Dongfeng Piaoxue straightened up, a little sluggish: "Gray wolf......

Putting the crockpot in front of her, Feng Jiu coughed lightly: "I'll make soup for you, didn't you already know it?" ”

Dongfeng Piaoxue was silent and didn't tell Feng Jiu that her fate changed after the two of them had done that kind of thing. The husband governs his wife, and from now on, there is one more person who can control her ability to trigram, and she can no longer calculate Feng Jiu's words and deeds.

After a while, she showed a clear smile: "Yes, I have to taste the soup stewed by monsters." ”

I picked up the soup spoon and scooped it up, carefully brought it to my mouth and took a sip, so hot that tears came out: "It's delicious." ”

Feng Jiu was a little surprised: "I just stewed the soup, it's so delicious." ”

Dongfeng Piaoxue nodded: "It's really delicious, Feng Jiu, I think, I can stay with you all the time in the future, and let you stew soup for me." ”

Feng Jiu was stunned for a moment, and only said for a long time: "It's a woman in the end, just say something ridiculous." Why, having a night out with me, and getting hooked on this feeling? Or are you too hungry and moved by my chicken soup? You know, I'm a demon, and I don't like delicate people. After saying that, he snorted disdainfully.

In the face of Feng Jiu's cynicism, Dongfeng Piaoxue didn't care. She put down the soup spoon and said seriously, word by word: "What if you are a demon, I am very happy with you, so I want to be with you." As long as you spend a hundred years with me, I can help you become a big demon, don't you want to be happy with this condition? ”

Feng Jiu looked at her lightly, and after a long time, he suddenly leaned over and pressed down, his hot lips touching her earlobe affectionately: "Okay, we'll be together." You help me be a big demon, and I will make it difficult for you to be happy every night. ”

Dongfeng Piaoxue snorted, paused and said, "Don't regret it until I die." ”

The lips kissed her earlobe gently......

Dongfeng Piaoxue gasped and buried his head in Feng Jiu's neck. The mouth is opened, closed, and opened. A thousand words, but in the end they were only gathered into a short sentence. muttered, as if to himself: "Gray wolf, I only have you." ”

All I have is you.

There was nothing else to say, only these four words, which used all her strength.

There were no candles in the deserted village, and the house was pitch black.

After being entangled with the east wind and snow for a long time, Feng Jiu turned back into his original form of a gray wolf, and fell asleep contentedly with a thunderous snoring.

Dongfeng Piaoxue stood up and propped himself up on the side of the gray wolf, combing the smooth fur of the gray wolf with his hands, and his mood was extremely calm.

She felt that no matter how lonely she was in this world, no matter whether the future was unpredictable or not, as long as there was a gray wolf nesting around her, she would not be bored or panicked at all. It is as if you can't see the five fingers of the night, even if you can't see anything, there is always a bright star hanging in the sky.

Suddenly, the sound of many people crying was heard in all directions. There were men and women, old and young, and their whining sound was like a swarm of mosquitoes chirping, and it was like a raging wind. The sound of this kind of noise in the silence of the night is eerie.

Dongfeng Piaoxue was slightly stunned, pulled over his clothes, and his body had swept out of the window between the clothes and ties. Standing tremblingly on top of a green bamboo, his long hair and snow-like robe fluttering in the wind.

"Hundred Ghosts Crying at Night......" condescendingly discerning the cries that came and went in the darkness, she smiled softly, "My heavenly punishment, has it begun?" ”

Concentrate and calm down, draw a Tai Chi pattern in the palm of your hand out of thin air, and the east wind and snow rise into the air. The body rotates lightly, and the long sleeves are elegant, like a fairy. The palms of the hands are waved, the jade sleeves are windy, elegant and vigorous, and the flowing water is like a dragon flying like a phoenix.

Floating to the ground, he flicked his sleeves in a dashing manner, and there was silence around him, and the crying around him had already dissipated.

Feng Jiu pushed the door with sleepy eyes, his face puzzled: "With your spirit bones located, how can there be a hundred ghosts crying at night?" ”

Dongfeng Piaoxue didn't answer, walked up to him, and wiped his clenched fist into Feng Jiu's mouth. I saw Feng Jiu pinching his throat in surprise and making a gesture: "What did you eat for me?" ”

"A few of them are quite cultivated, and they are greatly supplemented." Dongfeng Piaoxue smiled, "Seeing that my heavenly punishment has begun, these small fish and shrimp want to come and rob by fire." ”

Feng Jiu swallowed the thing in his throat, looked up and asked, "What heavenly punishment?" ”

Dongfeng Piaoxue's expression instantly became dark and treacherous, and he said indifferently: "Ghosts and gods can be punished." ”

"What do you want to do?"

Flicked his sleeves and walked towards the outside of the courtyard: "Looking for the incarnation demon star, I want to turn the sky upside down." ”

The wind whined and the rain fell. There was not even a single figure in the street, and the white flowers were all water, and it became a flowing river, on which countless splashes scrambled to bloom; A middle-aged man in a long beard and a green coat stood on the second floor of the tavern, carrying a wine jug in one hand and a brush in the other, inscribed stirring words on the white wall.

Suddenly, the stairs clicked, and a beautiful woman in pale green clothes went upstairs. Behind him was a young and handsome man in black, holding a wet umbrella in his hand.

Because of the woman's beauty, especially the soul-hooking purple eyes, the middle-aged man couldn't help but look at her twice.

was looked at by him rudely, the woman didn't care, walked up to him, her eyes were clear, "Huang Gong, this poem will definitely be passed down through the ages." ”

The middle-aged man remained silent: "How does the girl know my surname?" ”

The woman gently twisted the hair on her shoulders and smiled slightly: "The little woman not only knows Huang Gong's surname, but also knows Huang Gong's life chart. "The color is beautiful, and it is even more beautiful when you smile.

The middle-aged man's heart itched slightly, and he stepped forward and asked meaningfully: "How is my natal chart?" ”

I saw the woman's eyelashes trembling slightly, word by word, and said: "The real dragon descends to earth and dominates the world!" ”

A thunderstorm exploded outside the window, and the python-like lightning instantly illuminated the sky and the earth into a white expanse......

The cold wind whined, and the silver moonlight was as white as frost, reflecting the bones and broken knives and broken spears on the battlefield, exuding a cold and cold light.

Not far from the battlefield is a military camp, and the sound of cold music like gurgling water is slowly flowing out of a large tent in the barracks. In the sound of the piano, the fluttering snow dances with the wind, and the dance posture is poignant and desolate.

Dongfeng Piaoxue said softly: "What are you thinking?" ”

Feng Jiu's eyes didn't raise: "The court is in Li Xian's hands, and it should have been a number of spirits." But you instigated the demon star to make a rebellion, and the people fell into misery, and the blood flowed like a river. If you fail, what awaits you will be eighteen layers of hell. ”

Dongfeng Piaoxue lowered his eyes, and his fingers brushed the strings like flowing water: "Because of the war, how many people's destiny charts have changed, and my destiny chart has naturally changed." Who can calculate what is behind you? ”

Tilted his head to look at Feng Jiu, his lips hooked slightly: "Feng Jiu, you and I have been doing something interesting for the past few years, do you want to do something interesting?" ”

Feng Jiu suddenly came to his senses, he moved over and pressed her against him.

Dongfeng Piaoxue hurriedly pressed against his chest: "I mean, do you want to marry me?" ”

The blurred eyes burned by desire suddenly became extremely clear, and Feng Jiu let go of her and leaned back on the cushion. His eyes slowly closed again, and he said lazily, "I don't want to." I've been playing with you for several years, and I'm already tired of it, so if I get married, won't I have a headache? ”

"Oh," he snorted, and the east wind drifting snow turned his back to him.

After a long time, he suddenly said: "You go to the Lake of Forgetfulness and fetch a pot of Forgetfulness Water for me." ”

Feng Jiu frowned and opened his eyes slightly: "Do you know that the Lake of Forgetfulness is the guardian of the Heavenly God Canghai?" What do you want that strange water for? Because my heart is sad and you want to forget me? ”

"To want is to want." Dongfeng Piaoxue muttered, "You go and get it, I have my own benefits with you." ”

"That's pretty much it." Feng Jiu climbed down from the couch, put on his shoes and was about to get up, when the hem of his clothes was ripped off.

Looking back, the east wind and snow tugged at the corners of his clothes. slanted at him, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes waved: "Oh, marry me." It's been a few years, and you don't have any ideas? "The tone is cute and cute, and the coquettish is general.

"Nope." Feng Jiu replied without hesitation.

"That's fine, I don't like it either." The hand was released, and Dongfeng Piaoxue lazily buried his head under his arms, "So, if I die, don't come to my afterlife." ”

Feng Jiu pondered for a while and nodded: "You can rest assured." A woman like you, you're fed up with meeting one. You're dead, and I'm happy. ”

The east wind drifted snow and buried his head and didn't say anything more.

Unexpectedly, she stopped speaking, and Feng Jiu was a little stunned. He stood there and waited for a long time before he raised his hand and put the quilt on her and walked out.

The next day, the drums of war beat in unison.

The shouts of killing are like rumbling thunder resounding through the valley, and like thousands of angry waves crashing against the mountains.

Dongfeng Piaoxue stood on the top of a small hill not far away, watching the battle with cold eyes, his long hair and clothes blown by the swift wind like flames.

Suddenly, she raised her hand: "Dragon Vein Stone." ”

Several people behind her hurriedly carried a large bluestone in front of her, and a shirtless man held a hammer and smashed the bluestone away. I saw a dragon-shaped golden light suddenly rise from the bluestone, rushing straight into the sky.

When it was too late, the east wind and snow jumped up, pulled out a handleless knife and slammed it horizontally. As if it had been slashed by something, the golden dragon flicked its body painfully, suddenly dissolved, and gradually disappeared into the air.

And almost at the same time as she landed, there was a sudden sound of falling to the ground, and in just a moment, the guards who followed her were all shot and lay on the ground.

She looked back, and there were thick streams of blood enchanting in the wind, as thick as the blood splashed on the body of the sea.

I saw that the person was long and jade, dressed in green clothes, with a jade crown and hair, a handsome face, and outstanding. It is a kind of intimidating temperament, like the moon and lotus, extraordinary, faintly exuding a trace of awe-inspiring and noble royal demeanor, as if it is a god who has fallen into the world, mild with refreshing coldness, especially that pair of eyes, clear and unblemished, clear not like mortals.

Dongfeng Piaoxue twisted the hair on her shoulders and smiled coquettishly, but she couldn't feel the smell of wind and dust at all: "No wonder I calculated that I was worried about my life today, it was an adult who arrived." My lord, when the dragon qi has been cut by me, you are too late. ”

Canghai's lips moved slightly: "You shouldn't do the east wind and snow for the sake of forever dominating the power of roses, tampering with the fate of everyone in the world, and harming the innocent." ”

"If you want to do it, let it go." The smile on his lips suddenly turned cold, "As a god of sin, you are only allowed to have memories of your last life, but you are not allowed to live a happy and long life?" Celestial, I am not your woman in this life, and I don't want to listen to you. ”

Canghai looked at her: "You have never been a rose, you in this world are just the east wind and snow that are confused by power." ”

Dongfeng Piaoxue narrowed her eyes slightly: "So, why did you come to see me on purpose?" ”

"For thou art happy in this world, but thou hast harmed the roses and shall go to hell." Canghai Road. His voice was a little cold, and his eyes seemed to be cold, as cold as morning frost.

The east wind and snow suddenly raised his hand without warning, and the white silk swept out of his sleeve and pierced through the heart of the sea. But I saw that the figure in front of me was gone, and only the broken snow was left flying up and down.

She was stunned, feeling a sharp tingling in her chest. Looking down, a sword pierced her chest from the back, and the bright red blood stained her snow-white clothes.

"I can figure out your movements......" She fell to her knees with her feet limp.

"Roses are my woman, and whatever you do, you are under my control. Do you think that just being bold can change the rose horoscope? Canghai pulled out his sword suddenly, detoured in front of her, raised her chin with his cold hand, and forced her to meet his eyes: "The east wind is drifting snow, you have killed hundreds of millions of living beings for your own selfish interests, and angered Tianwei. Bear the sins you have done yourself. ”

The east wind is drifting and the snow is shivering.

"You're going to divide my life!" Suddenly straightened up, pulled out his dagger, and stabbed towards the sea.

Canghai did not hide, because the handle of the dagger had been firmly grasped by him.

Canghai looked at her quietly through her clear eyes: "If you want the power of roses, take this power and be punished." I only wish that Rose would not suffer from the eighteen layers of hell, and I will accompany her and protect her for the rest of my life. ”

The east wind drifted and the snow fell to the ground.

Several black-clothed people carried a large sarcophagus and a small wooden coffin and walked up from the bottom of the mountain. One of them took out the secondary lock hook and locked the collarbone of the east wind drifting snow with a blank expression. Then the other two set up the east wind and drifted the snow and dragged it towards the small wooden coffin.

Dongfeng Piaoxue didn't resist, and the liquid flowing away from her chest made her slowly lose her sense of pain, and at the same time lose her strength.

At the moment when she was thrown into the coffin, she tried her best to support the edge of the coffin with both hands, and said angrily: "My lord, I don't understand, you can go back at any time, and you still have compassion in your heart, but why don't you go back." If you stay in the mortal world for a long time, the adults will be devoured by the anger......"

Canghai turned around, turned his back to her, and looked at Tongguan in the distance, which was shrouded in a tragic atmosphere: "The three thousand years of roses have been destroyed, and the deity cannot lose his beloved wife." ”

"If that's the case...... Dongfeng Piaoxue's white face showed a miserable smile, "My man is not as good as an adult." ”

The hand holding the coffin was forcefully pulled apart, and the body was pushed into the wooden coffin. The lid of the coffin then quickly closes, blocking out all light. The surroundings were dark except for darkness, and the void was general, and there was not even a sound.

The dying body regained its senses at a rapid pace.

The method of locking the soul locks the soul into the crack of the underworld. Neither born nor dead, neither old nor perishable.

Dongfeng Piaoxue was stunned, and suddenly felt frightened violently. From this day on, she will not live or die, and she will be trapped in this dark and endless hell for as long as she wants. Days, years, or thousands of years?

The fear of the top made her forget the fact that she had deliberately separated Feng Jiu, and she screamed, pounding the coffin board with both hands: "Feng Jiu...... Gray Wolf ......"

She cried out for the first time, like a lost child: "Feng Jiu...... Help me! ”

But through the coffin, her cries were insignificant, completely drowned out by the sound of war drums and noise in the distance.

Canghai sighed lightly, walked to the wooden coffin, and brushed the surface of the wooden coffin. He took a step back and whispered, "Divide!" ”

Tiny layers of bright red blood mist splattered out of the cracks in the coffin.

"Ah!!h The east wind and snow in the coffin screamed heartbreakingly.

The black-clothed man next to him was expressionless, and his hands were not stained with blood mist, and he lifted the wooden coffin and put it into the large sarcophagus.

The sarcophagus lid slowly closed, completely sealing the cry of the east wind drifting snow. (To be continued.) )