Feng Hong was taken aback: "You...... How would you know that ......"

"Look at your reaction, have you seen it?"

"I ......"

"If you know, say it quickly. ”

“...... I didn't mean to see it! I was just curious, and I ......."

"That's enough, let's go. Hua Jiao let go of her, turned around and said, "Nian Cui, go back." ”

Nian Cui glanced at Feng Hong and followed, and asked curiously: "Miss, what did you just say to Feng Hong?" It's so funny to see him turn white with fright. ”

"I just scare her casually, nothing else. ”

Nian Cui sneered: "I feel that Miss is more energetic than a while ago, and her complexion has also improved." ”

Hua Jiao lightly touched the corner of her mouth and didn't say anything.

What made Nian Cui feel even more surprised was that as soon as his master went back, he retreated and practiced frantically, day and night, sometimes for several years when he sat down and closed his eyes, Nian Cui had to keep guard, and when he lacked elixir, he hurriedly ran to find the demon king. The demon king is really generous, and he gives whatever he wants, and he gives the best.

It's been ten years of cold and summer, and when Hua Jiao opened her eyes, it was already winter.

She could finally see that Nian Cui was sitting next to her and dozing off, still holding a box of pills in her hand.

Her demonic power has been used to dissolve her eyesight, and the remaining demonic power is really not enough to keep out the cold, but it is enough for her.

She put on a black cloak, put on a hood, covered the dozing Nian Cui with a thin quilt, and quietly pushed the door out.

She looked for the scent of begonias in the night air and quietly sneaked into the demon king's bedroom. The guards guarding the door stood straight, and even if she didn't have much cultivation now, she was enough to fool these miscellaneous soldiers. She jumped onto the highest eaves of the palace and saw the lake in the deepest part of the dormitory, glowing with pale gold.

She took a slow breath, clenched her fists, and flew towards the lake, and as soon as she landed on the edge of the lake, she heard a loud shout behind her.

"Who?!"

She reached down and pulled her hood down, squinting at a sharp-eyed guard holding a sword against her back.

"What is the purpose of coming here in the middle of the night? Tell me honestly!" After waiting for a while, the guard saw that the man did not speak, and picked off the man's hood with his sword. Pure silver hair poured out in an instant, and the guards couldn't help but be stunned.

She turned her head to look at the guard, and the young man immediately blushed. She threw an uppercut punch, and the guard was knocked unconscious before he could react. She turned and stepped on the rocks by the lake, jumped into the water, but the moment she entered the water, she heard the voice of the demon king, and I don't know when he noticed her.

"Stubborn. Trying to change the past, doing such a thing that goes against the sky, you yourself will be destroyed. ”

With a thud, she felt the cold water of the lake envelop her body, and gradually lost consciousness.

When she snapped back to her senses, she was standing in the brightly lit street.

When night falls, the Lantern Festival in the world is very lively. In the capital of Nuoda, the streets and alleys are lit with lanterns, looking down from the sky, the roads in the capital are distinct, like a meteor in the sky falling on the ground.

She pulled her hood down, and when she saw herself and Leng Hua passing in front of her, her hands trembled uncontrollably.

She really went back in time.

She looked at Leng Hua, dressed in white, arrogant and innocent, and when she looked at Leng Hua's happy face, she smiled so much that even her eyes became like a crooked crescent. It turned out that he had always stared at Leng Hua with such an expression, and all the love was written on his face, and anyone who saw it could understand it.

Even so, why would Leng Hua still ...... himself

She clenched her fists and quietly followed.

"This son, would it be good to buy a painting?" An old woman's voice came, and Hua Jiao looked over, and there was a kind old lady sitting in the painting shop on the street.

Her heart couldn't help but tighten, what she wanted was finally coming.

She looked at herself at the time and ran away with an embarrassed expression, leaving Leng Hua alone in the painting shop. Leng Hua's hair fell out a strand of hair, and the pair of beautiful eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist.

"I suddenly wanted to paint. ”

The old lady respectfully laid out the drawing paper and put it in front of Leng Hua, Leng Hua's slender fingers held the pen, and her eyes widened as she hid in the dark.

She did not hesitate to go back to the past, for such a picture. What is worthless in the eyes of others, she is willing to exchange her life. From then on, she wondered what Leng Hua had painted, so much so that when she grabbed it to see it later, she actually caused Leng Hua to burn it with three flavors of real fire.

She wanted to know the answer.

Leng Hua sat at the table, tracing lightly on the drawing paper. It's hard not to be so attracted by his look that passers-by have to look back as they walk by.

A woman appeared on the drawing paper, dressed in red like a lotus, and her enthusiasm was like fire. The red hair is blown by the wind, like a blooming hibiscus at the water's edge. Emerald eyes smiled and didn't know who to look at, the smile was a little naughty and naughty, but it was well-behaved.

She suddenly covered her eyes, looked up to the sky and laughed, laughed for a while, and then put down her hand, her palm wet.

The lantern festival lights flickered, and she swayed into the crowd in a trance, not knowing where she went.

Suddenly, someone grabbed her wrist, and she turned her head to see that it was herself at that time.

At that time, there was a little surprise in his eyes, and he took a red note and asked, "May I ask what is the answer to this mystery?"

She took the note, which read, "An inch of acacia and an inch of ash — a grain of grain." ”

She whispered, "It's red beans." Red beans are acacia seeds, an inch of acacia and an inch of gray. ”

An inch of acacia and an inch of gray. It's been a long time since I really understood what it meant.

It was just a matter of moments, and her heart began to drip blood. She is connected to her past self, and she may be destroyed as the demon king said. Bang, as if she had been hit by a huge bell, the remaining two souls trembled, and she felt that she could no longer hold her soul, so she simply gave up.

She didn't know if her life was worth it, and she didn't know how she felt when she saw the people Leng Hua painted.

She felt herself fall in the darkness, and her soul drifted away like withered petals.

When he was in a trance, a familiar figure seemed to flash in front of him, gently hugging himself and dragging him up. The hair brushed the tip of the nose, the long-lost aroma echoed in the nasal cavity, and all the pain seemed to disappear. The corners of her mouth curled, and with this familiar breath, she could finally sleep peacefully.

The third true demon in the demon world has disappeared since then.

10,000 years have passed, and no one knows where she is. Most of the newly promoted immortals and demons don't know that there is such a person, but they heard from the mouths of the seniors that the third true demon tried to change his path against the sky, and he never came back after entering the realm of life, not knowing life and death, so as to educate the juniors not to be overwhelmed.

Now it's the birthday banquet of the Immortal Emperor again, and the immortals from all over the world are busy again, looking for treasures everywhere to offer to the Emperor, if you can get the Immortal Emperor's like, your road to immortal ascension will be much smoother.

The Immortal Emperor is forty thousand years old, and his face has not changed in the slightest, and his long life span has made him more calm and sacred.

However, when it comes to change, all the immortals privately think that the Immortal Emperor doesn't seem to like to move around much in the past 10,000 years, and he goes down early on weekdays, and then stays in the Immortal Palace and never comes out for a day, and no one knows what he did inside. However, it is rumored that the Immortal Emperor is like this because there is a woman in the palace.

Once the Immortal Emperor insisted on accepting a mortal as a side room, and all the immortals could see that the mortal woman only had one soul and three spirits. Not only that, but all the immortals looked at who the mortal woman looked a little like. Especially the stubbornness when he was cheating, it was exactly the same as the former Huajiao Immortal Venerable. Later, I don't know why, I never heard about that mortal again.

At the birthday banquet on this day, after the immortals offered gifts, the immortal emperor dispersed the banquet early, and did not have the slightest nostalgia for the birthday banquet, so he waved his hand and summoned Yun Fei back.

The immortals looked at each other, and most of them speculated the same.

Leng Hua returned to the dormitory, and as soon as the maids guarding the door saw him return, they immediately consciously retreated. The maid in the kitchen handed him the medicinal food with a familiar car, and then quickly retreated.

Leng Hua pushed the door in with a bowl of hot porridge, and behind the bead curtain, a red-haired woman sat on the bed, holding a book in her hand, smiling and reading out the stories in the book, with a happy face.

"Hua Jiao, take a break, it's time to eat. Leng Hua walked over with the porridge and said softly.

Hua Jiao looked at the book, "Wait a minute, I haven't finished reading the story to my master yet." As he spoke, he looked at the one-person-tall porcelain vase next to him, and said with a smile: "Master hasn't heard enough, Master, did you say?"

Naturally, there would be no voice to respond to her.

Leng Hua looked at her and sat on the edge of the bed with porridge, "Your master is also tired from listening to your story for a day, so I want to let him take a rest." ”

Hua Jiao blinked her eyes and suddenly realized: "Yes? Okay, then I won't read it." ”

"Good. Leng Hua scooped a spoonful and sent it to her mouth, she took a sip obediently, and was about to look back at the porcelain bottle next to her, but after a long time, she couldn't take a few sips.

"I don't want to drink it, why does the porridge have a weird taste?" Hua Jiao frowned.

That's natural, you were fed the medicine and you refused to drink it, so you had to add the medicine to the porridge. Leng Hua coaxed: "Good boy drink the porridge, and only after drinking it will you have the energy to tell your master a story." ”

Hua Jiao shook her head: "But I just don't want to drink it." ”

"Obedient, last bite. ”

Hua Jiao looked at it and took another sip.

"Really obedient, take another bite. ”

“...... Didn't you take one last bite?"

"This is really the last bite. ”

"Oh well. She took another sip.

Leng Hua smiled: "Look, there is only one bite left in the bowl, don't waste it, drink the rest of it." ”

“...... You're lying!" Hua Jiao finally couldn't help but lose her temper, and with a wave of her hand, she accidentally slapped the bowl away. The porcelain bowl fell to the ground and crackled, and a small piece flew up and scratched Leng Hua's face.

Hua Jiao was stunned.

Leng Hua wiped the blood marks off his face and said with a smile: "It's okay." When he turned his head, he saw her crying.

"I said it's okay, don't be sad, it's really not ......"

But she still cried. Leng Hua looked at her appearance, gently touched her head, and whispered, "Don't cry, Master feels uncomfortable when he looks at it." ”

"But ......"

"Hua Jiao, I like you. Leng Hua turned to laugh at himself: "But you can't understand it now." ”

The crying stopped abruptly. He raised his head and saw a pair of eyes that were as clear as a blue lake. The pair of eyes looked at them with love as they had back then.

The staggered emotions are strung together like pearls, gradually weaving a glittering web.

Just like a blind man who opens his eyes and sees the sun for the first time, he suddenly feels that all his lost time has been recovered.