Aiwan was unconscious, and her whole body was covered with deep wounds that could be seen in the bones, like broken tomatoes, and blood flowed warmly on the ground. The little face faded from crimson to pear white, and there was no trace of temperature on his body.

Zitong trembled and took off her coat to plug the wound on her neck, but at this time, Mingyue, who was holding Aiwan tightly in her arms, said weakly: "It doesn't matter, she can heal herself, just wait for a while." ”

But how could Zitong rest assured, she still blocked Aiwan's neck with her clothes.

Just like that, while crying, I stayed by Aiwan's side, and the time passed for a long time, so long that even the body was about to solidify together. Fortunately, Aiwan really has the ability to heal herself, but when she saw her wounds slowly closing and gradually turning into dark red scars, Zi Tong breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

Mingyue didn't have the strength, so Zitong took Aiwan into the bedroom alone with a mop and put her on the bed to lie down. He brought hot water to wipe the blood off her body and changed her into pajamas. After that, he didn't have time to rest, and helped Mingyue clean his wounds.

Mingyue was also seriously injured, and after barely crawling back to the house, she leaned on the side of the bed and couldn't move.

Tearing open his clothes, which were soaked with purple and red blood, Zi Tong found that although his wound was no longer bleeding, there was no trace of healing, and he couldn't help but ask worriedly: "Mingyue, when will your injury recover?" ”

He looked at Zitong quietly, and the purple light in his eyes under the tips of his hair shimmered, very faint, but also very eye-catching: "I'm fine, I'll be fine in a while, Aiwan will wake up in one day." ”

Zitong was a little relieved at this time.

Gently wiping his hard chest with a towel, Zitong said, "Since Aiwan is fine, I'll leave when she wakes up." ”

Mingyue coughed lightly, and a wisp of fresh purple blood seeped out of the wound that had just been wiped: "Where to go?" ”

He asked.

Zitong smiled slightly bitterly: "Find my boss, I'm afraid he will go crazy if he's late." ”

People will have adrenaline rushing when they are excited, and just now they were stimulated by Aiwan's tragic situation, Zitong actually called Canghai to "roll". Calm down and think about it, Canghai can completely kill Aiwan. And Aiwan is aggressive, but Canghai is merciful to Aiwan's subordinates.

And she I told him to get out?!

A cold, piercing hand reached over and pressed Zitong's palm.

Fixed, met Mingyue's gaze, overflowing with perseverance: "Don't be afraid, I'll tell him about our business." I, protect you. We, a family of three, will be protected by me in the future. ”

Zi Tong thought that he had misunderstood something, hesitated for a moment, and asked softly, "Mingyue, who do you think of me?" ”

Mingyue's eyes flashed slightly, and she said slowly: "You are, my wife, Aiwan's mother, who ...... more than three hundred years ago."

As soon as he heard the beginning, Zitong roughly guessed the next story. But after suffering from the snow in the East, she didn't have a good impression of her previous life or anything, and now she didn't want to know about those past lives that would disturb her life.

Zi Tong couldn't wait to interrupt him: "I'm no one else, I said earlier, I'm Zi Tong." He withdrew his hand, sat down across from him, and whispered, "Scolding Canghai today is because of Aiwan." I like Aiwan, I want to take care of her, but that's about it. I can only be friends with you in the future, I am not your and Aiwan's family. ”

He was stunned.

stared at Zitong without saying a word, his face was so pale that his heart was suffocated.

After a while, he turned his head, stared down at Ai Wan's quiet sleeping face, and said weakly, "Oh." ”

And Zitong choked and didn't know how to continue, so she had to be silent.

The candle flame in the peony lampshade is soft, evenly spreading the yellow light to every corner of the room.

It was quiet, except for the flapping of wings like a flame that was characteristic of the nine-headed bird.

After being silent for a long time, feeling a little embarrassed, Zitong picked up the basin of water: "I'll pour water." ”

As soon as he walked to the door and opened the sliding door, he heard him behind him say quietly: "I am the essence of the corpse of a python, there is no past, no future." Chaotic, wandering the world for thousands of years. thirsty for blood, hungry for food. Immortal, immortal God has mercy on me, so that I can meet Meng Xiaowan. At that time, I realized that I had wandered for thousands of years just to meet her, my wife. Although my heart does not beat, I am alive and well because of her. I'm not the walking dead, I'm her bright moon, her husband. ”

Zitong turned to look at his back, wanting to say something comforting, but didn't know what to say. I don't know if it's her delusion, Zitong felt his shoulders tremble. So much so that this monster, which is usually as strong as a Greek sculpture, is now as fragile as the most ordinary mortal man.

"But we have too little time," he continued, "Meng Xiaowan's soul is reincarnated, her memory is sealed, and her soul is in the deepest part of her soul, and she never sees the light of day again. Even if I eat her, even if I find her reincarnation, I will never see her again. ”

Mingyue's shoulders trembled more and more, and even her body trembled slightly, and her voice was as ethereal and desperate as the abyssal wind: "I want to see Meng Xiaowan, go with her, and never be separated." I want to go with her. ”

Zitong was gloomy.

How can he go with Meng Xiaowan?

The latter has been reincarnated, even if they say goodbye, they are already human beings, and they don't know each other, how can they go together?

"So greedy," a familiar voice sounded outside the room.

Looking up, Zitong was taken aback.

Canghai stood at the door, holding the Muramasa knife in his arms, the hem of his black trench coat moving lightly in the wind, and his face was set off by the dark red light of the underworld.

I saw the corners of his lips slightly raised, and he sneered categorically, "The lowly demon corpse, it is a blessing to be loved for a lifetime, and you dare to dream forever." As he spoke, his smile decreased slightly, and he suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the basin in Zitong's hand with one hand and threw it aside, grabbed her arm with the other, turned around and dragged it out of the door: "Heh, that's it, compared to thousands of ruthless beings, a mere demon corpse is more affectionate." But the demon corpse, you are not the only one who suffers from the pain of parting. In my opinion, fate has given you a daughter, and she has treated you well. If you are lucky enough to survive the current calamity, why not abandon your delusions and devote yourself to cultivation, and maybe you can also cultivate some karma for your daughter. ”

Zi Tong's strength was not as great as that of the sea, and he even fluttered and trotted, and in a moment he was dragged to the deck and thrown on the railing of the boat.

She staggered forward, and her body hit the string of the boat, causing her stomach to ache. As soon as he took a breath of cold air, he grabbed his shoulder and pulled it back.

"You, what are you doing here?" After holding it for a long time, Zitong held back such a sentence in his throat.

He smiled, his smile was gorgeous, and there were a few traces of frightening bewitching beauty oozing from the corners of his eyes: "The word "roll" wants to drive me away, and I want to be beautiful." Don't worry, wait until you get your body back. ”

Zitong was forced to cling to his shoulder to make herself stand firmer, but she crossed his shoulder and saw the bright moon leaning against the corner not far away. The left hand, stained with purple blood, clung to the pillar tightly, and the right hand covered the wound, the purple light in his eyes sparkled, and his lips were pursed.

Bad fate.

Cihai defines it in this way, iniquity, righteousness is evil, evil; Yuan, here specifically refers to marriage. Evil fate is a kind of evil fate.

And Zitong has been deeply dragged into the fate of evil and is powerless to break free.

In the entanglement, Zitong struggled to break away from the sea and lowered his head: "Boss, let's go." ”

Canghai chuckled: "Good ......"

As soon as the words fell, he grabbed Zitong's waist and jumped over the strings of the boat and fell towards the land.

The bright red clouds in the sky floated quietly, like wisps. There was a dead silence all around, not the slightest sound, but there seemed to be a silent whisper floating in my ears, like the murmur of the undead. The golden reeds have no end at all, as if they can never go out.

After leaving Aiwan's ship, Canghai walked ahead without saying a word, without looking at Zitong.

I don't know how long it will take to leave this place where it is not human, but Zi Tong is not in a hurry, because she is just a ghost attached to her skull when she returns to the real world.

Suddenly, there was a faint whistling sound in the distance, like some kind of wild beast roaring.

The wind was blowing.

Almost instantly, the sand and rocks flew away, and in the blink of an eye, the whole reed field was like a tornado, the ghosts cried wolves, and the hard, fluffy golden carpet turned into a hell where ghosts were rampant.

A moment ago, the sky was full of red clouds, but now it was filled with an endless stream of gray-black smoke, which tossed low against the ground like boiling water.

And the center of all this in an instant was above them.

A giant dragon made of smoke, its hill-like head dragging its long body in and out of the clouds, whisking gusts of wind and glowing crimson deep in the depths of its skull. swallowed clouds and spit fog in his mouth, stirring up the mud between the heavens and the earth.

Zitong was about to ask something, when she saw the dragon move. Circling, with its mouth wide open, it stabbed straight down at them.

"Bold!" Between the lightning and flint, Canghai drew his right hand out of the sheath, and jumped up like a tiger and pounced on the dragon.

I saw that the dragon's head suddenly dispersed into gray and black smoke enveloping the sea, and then the smoke fell violently to the ground, quickly shrinking towards the center, and finally disappeared.

Only the figure of Canghai holding a knife in both hands was left on the ground.

Zitong's heart suddenly tightened when the sea was wrapped in smoke, and her mind went blank. Then he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he was safe and sound, and quickly picked up the clothes on the ground and ran towards him. Before he could get to me, he turned his head to look at me and shouted, "Stand there! ”

As he spoke, wisps of black smoke spilled out of his mouth. Not only that, but black smoke was coming out of his ears and nose.

Not knowing what happened to him, Zitong stopped as he said.

Then he was shocked: "Jump away!" ”

didn't have time to think deeply, Zitong jumped to the side. But before her feet hit the ground, for a moment the wind swept her body and threw it into the sky like a stone.

The body involuntarily rolled in the air, the bone joints were clicked by the wind, like a knife, and the whole body was in pain and almost unconscious. Ears whirring. There was smoke in front of me, and it was dark, and I couldn't see my fingers.

Suddenly, feeling that her body must be certain, Zitong struggled to open her eyelids. In the billowing smoke, a hand was seen grasping her right shoulder. But the force of the smoke was so great that the hand slid helplessly downward, even though it tore her sleeves and its fingertips even scratched her skin.

Zitong wanted to stretch out and do something, but her body was floating in the wind, not much stronger than a piece of paper, and even moving became a luxury.

"Zitong...... Don't be afraid...... Find me......" Suddenly, the sound of the sea was caught in the loud wind and drifted into her ears.

"What......" Before she could finish asking, he let go of his hand.

Zitong's whole body was light, and the sky was spinning.

Perception faded quickly in the swirling of the wind, and everything turned into nothingness. Before losing consciousness, it seemed that another pair of cold and stiff hands grabbed Zitong's left wrist and wanted to pull her over. First instinct told her that the person should be Mingyue. But the wind was so strong that her body didn't move. He was in a stalemate for a long time, and he could only let go of his hand as helplessly as Canghai.

For a long time after that, Zi Tong didn't feel anything, she was wandering around in the dark, she didn't hear, and even the pain disappeared completely.

She didn't know if she was dead.

Just thinking about it, I don't know how long it has been floating in the empty void,

So much so that when some voices vaguely met Zitong's eyes again with a little light, she was almost ecstatic to open her eyes. But her limbs were still numb, and she could only wait patiently for her limbs to regain sensation little by little, and she would control them.

"Little Sister ......" There are many shadows in the halo, some figures are shaking, and some people are calling her, calling her little sister. It was a woman's gentle voice.

Zitong opened her eyes and saw a face, a little familiar, but she couldn't remember her name for a while. The woman is very young, her eyes are still red and swollen from crying, and her eyebrows are as elegant and gentle as magnolia flowers. Sit on the edge of the bed with a towel in your hand.

Could it be a dream? Zitong thought, then turned her head to look around.

It's a beautiful room with pale pink rose wallpaper and a white French princess bed. On a snow-white marble table in front of the window is a transparent vase with several blooming white roses standing inside.

"Stuffy?" The woman stood up knowingly and pushed the window open, and in an instant, the fresh air with the sweet scent of roses poured in from the window, making Zitong's spirit excited.

She sat down suddenly, touched her face and hands, and tested her pulse again, and found that there was nothing unusual, it was a human body. This surprised her, and she took off her clothes and examined her whole body, but she couldn't see anything unusual except for the abrasions on her knees and her head, which was still aching.

The woman walked over quickly, held her hand, and whispered to her, "Little sister, it's okay if you're fine, I scared my sister to death yesterday." ”

It shouldn't have hurt, and it should have been something to be happy about. But not long ago, Zitong was robbed of her body by Feng Jiu and Dongfang Piaoxue, and her soul was trapped in her skull. Later, he was framed by a python and thrown into the underworld, and wandered in the underworld for a long time. Now that I have a human body, this should be the most joyful thing, isn't it......

But she couldn't be happy, because the body she was using now was not her own. Even the time she stayed in was not her own.

Hurriedly lifted the quilt and rolled out of the bed, Zitong rushed to the side of the dressing mirror and looked at the people inside, his eyes stagnant.

Inside the mirror is a young and beautiful face, very beautiful......

Of course it's beautiful, because the person in the mirror looks exactly like her Zitong, but the skin is delicate and fair, the eyes are flawless, and the skeleton is slender. In short, she was younger than Zitong, about seventeen or eighteen years old.

Zitong's head was dizzy, and she wanted to cry without tears in her heart.

Because she'...... She...... She crossed the ......

God, are you going to play me, play me, play me, play me? Zitong secretly shouted in her heart. (To be continued.) )