Women are naturally sensual, especially for this kind of love story that can be sung and cried, Yu Hongye said it indifferently, but in Sang Zizi's heart, there was a silent thunder. [Ran^Text^Library] []

Twenty years later, Song Huaijin has been dead for a long time, and the legends about him on the rivers and lakes are gradually blurred, only those who have long been old Zhuhuang but once admired the woman who stepped on the waves can vaguely sound that fluttering style in the midnight dream.

"At that moment, I was disheartened and decided not to ask about the world, but to live in seclusion and return to this dragon's lair. I'm afraid that I will realize time again, so I will wake up at least one day every year, and just like that, day by day, I actually survived for a whole thousand years. Yu Hongye said with a soft smile.

Who knows the bitterness in her smile.

"Have you really lived for a thousand years? Is there really anyone in this world who can live for a thousand years? Sang Zizi's eyes widened.

"yes, I can't think of it myself. At the beginning, he was high-spirited and wanted to become the best in the world, but unfortunately he died young, but I raised a dragon and became a land fairy with one step of caution. Originally, the land immortals could only live for three to five hundred years, but I lived for a thousand years between half dreaming and half waking up. ”

Sang Zizi was like being struck by lightning at this moment, although she had already guessed, but when Yu Hongye said those four words so indifferently, she couldn't help but feel a high mountain look. Land immortals, dare to ask if there are immortals in the world, and there is a true immortal sitting in front of him!

And after changing her mind, Sang Zizi wanted to ask her beloved that she was dead, is it still interesting to live for so long?

Of course, Yu Hongye will see through Sang Zizi's thoughts, and she looks at Sang Zizi like a mirror.

"Although Song Lang is dead, the evil dragon will not be destroyed, and he will be reborn from generation to generation." Looking at Sang Zizi, Yu Hongye said softly.

Sang Zizi's heart was like a storm, her eyes widened, and the corners of her mouth trembled: "You don't want to say that there is no birth to him"

"He is Song Lang turned around, and he is the reincarnation of the evil dragon."

One turn, one rebirth, of course, is not the same meaning.

The former is just a retrospective, a glimpse of the world, but in the end he is no longer him. This is also the truth that Yu Hongye finally understood in many years. The latter, on the other hand, has been entangled in the world for life and has not wanted to die out completely.

Sang Zizi lowered his head, his eyes were complicated: "Doesn't that mean that Wusheng is very dangerous?" ”

Looking at Sang Zizi's appearance, Yu Hongye's eyes showed a touch of amazement, a touch of nostalgia that was still like this, she wanted to say to herself in the mirror: "Silly girl, don't be stupid anymore." But at this moment, I still can't harden my heart.

"This time, hopefully it will be different." Yu Hongye raised his head and looked up at the sky, "My time is running out." ”

Sang Zizi was stunned: "You won't be"

"Birth, old age, sickness and death are just that, and besides, I have lived for a thousand years." Yu Hongye smiled, "In the past, every time an evil dragon was born, I would suppress it. But this time, I didn't want to. If reincarnation really does not change, then it will be good for this catastrophe to run rampant in the world. ”

Sang Zizi once again didn't know how to speak.

"But in the end, there is still something left, Sang Zizi, Sang Zizi, I hope you don't miss it again." Yu Hongye smiled suddenly and strangely, and then pointed at Sang Zizi's eyebrows, "I will look in the mirror for the last time in this world." ”

A torrent of incomparably huge information penetrated into Sang Zizi's eyebrows, and in her dantian, nineteen purple golden lotus flowers instantly condensed, all of which were waiting to be released.

Then Sang Zizi was held unconscious by this tidal message.

Yu Hongye shook her sleeves and stood up, and suddenly her figure had appeared outside the mountain, volleying into the void.

She took one last look back and saw Su Bai, who was sitting cross-legged against the stone tablet, saw through the true face hidden under the mask, and suddenly showed a peerless smile: "It's really like." ”

Then she looked at the sky and suddenly laughed: "It's been a thousand years in this world, Song Lang, who else in the world knows you?" I'm going, and I'm going to let no one in the world know you again! ”

On this day, the dragon's lair shook, whether it was Su Bai sitting cross-legged, Sang Zizi who fainted, Niu Qingshan who was blown away, Feixue, Mighty Gongzi, Ziyu Gongzi, and Zhemei Gongzi who were trapped in the illusion and couldn't come out, Yi Hongyan and Changming who guarded an unknown tomb at the foot of a certain mountain, Li Haoxuan who went down the mountain alone, the iron tower and Zhu Yan who had been waiting, or the grandmaster Leng Hu who had already been stupid and stupid, and the Longsheng salmon who was held in the palm of his hand by him, all like meteors, flew out of the dragon's lair. In the shocked eyes of Chen Zhihu and others, the door of the dragon's lair opened without wind.

Then a big red-robed woman slowly walked out of the dragon's lair, and several grandmasters, under her gaze, couldn't even raise their heads.

On this day, Chinese folk legends arose that there were gods and men driving dragons in the clouds, or lightning and thunder, or fire and light. The most favorable evidence to support such an argument is that two hundred and six characters suddenly appeared on the mountains of the West, leaving the name of Song Huaijin and not the word red leaves.

On this day, Su Bai opened his eyes from his knees, burst into tears, looked at the sky, and choked speechlessly.

On this day, Song Huaijin's name resounded all over the world.

On this day, I don't know how many high-level national leaders were alarmed, but they only watched the dragon ascend to heaven.

On this day, the last red streamer stopped where there were willows in Yangzhou, and Su Bai walked over and looked at her blurred face.

Her eyes were lowered, and she couldn't see the figure coming clearly, Su Bai tore off her mask and returned to her original face.

She whispered, "Song Lang." ”

"Momiji." Su Bai gritted his teeth, his eyes were red.

She finally put her hand on his palm, smiled at the corner of her mouth, and suddenly passed away, turning into a red light, scattering the world.

Since there is no real him in this world, let this life be the last and complete end.

When Chen Zhihu and the others found Su Bai, he had completely fainted.

He woke up in the middle of the night with only one box in his arms, and he knew that there was only one box.

He exhaled a long breath and shook his head to clear those troubled thoughts, he was also not the real Song Huaijin. It's just that the moment before Yu Hongye turned into a Dao, the peerless sword in his brain suddenly vibrate, and so many emotions burst out.

There were a lot of words, and Su Bai hadn't had time to say them yet.

Your Song Lang didn't blame you, your Song Lang actually liked you for a long time, your Song Lang was afraid of scaring you, and your Song Lang wanted to say thank you.

Then Su Bai thought of Sang Zizi, I wonder if she is now on her way back to Baihuamen?

On this day, there are still many ancient people who look up to the sky and cry, carrying the blue sky, heavy to the extreme, and if there is a god in the world, there will be one more immortal.

Chaos is coming.