One hundred and eighty-fourth: stubbornness
"Sister, you said that the Demon Venerable's temperament is changeable, why don't you. I regret it. Why won't you give me a chance? Let me make up for my mistakes, our brothers and sisters were free in poetry and wine back then, why don't you want to ask me? Whether I was willing or not, maybe I was just an insider. β
He suddenly mentioned the old thing, and Wanyu's expression couldn't help but be in a trance. When Si Chen was banned, she had no way to ask for help. Qingchen responded to her in addition to being cold or cold, his hands were pale. Still refusing to let go and let her go.
He was afraid that if he accidentally let her go, he would miss it for the rest of his life. But he still thought wrong, from the beginning of the calculation, to the step-by-step camp, he will only go farther and farther. Until there was no more thought in her heart.
Time is a cruel thing, gradually dissipating all affection. From time to time he recalled the days she had lived with him without any sorrow. Every day is just bright sunshine, and when she smiles, it touches the whole heart.
The air fell silent suddenly, and her mind turned, staring intently at the person in front of her. When did that gentle son become so stubborn.
"Brother Qingchen," she suddenly used the long-lost title, and his fingertips trembled. The hand hidden in the sleeve grasped restlessly, relaxed again, and grasped again.
He suddenly didn't know how to face her, and seemed to feel emotional fluctuations. The Demon Spirit Bead suddenly became agitated, and she looked at the black mist that suddenly filled the person's body, and the secret path was not good.
"Wanyu will always wait for you, if you haven't forgotten the affection of your brother and sister, go back with me."
This was the last time she lowered her body and persuaded softly. She was grateful for the care he had taken care of, and in those days in the heavenly realm, she lived happier than any immortal. Even if the rules are broken once in a while, there will always be someone to pick up the pieces. At that time, she was carefree, and she didn't have to care if there would be a future.
She only had that pure land, the place where she had lived for a thousand years.
"You go, I don't want to hurt you."
He forced himself to suppress the uneasiness in his heart and spoke bitterly. When she looked at her, the reluctance in her eyes made her seem to see the past. The black mist gathered, his hand suddenly withdrew from his sleeve, and the sword flashed, and it was already a battle.
He snorted coldly, "Go." I don't need you to interfere in my son's affairs. β
She flew away, her clothes staggering and her figure reversed, and she took several steps back to stabilize her figure. She could clearly see that he had just bitten his lip hard, oozing some blood. The impact of the Demon Spirit Bead, sure enough, she still underestimated it.
Dejectedly walked towards Fang Tong Palace, she seemed to be unable to find him again. I was a little disturbed in my heart, so that I didn't care about opening the door of the temple, and the purple smoke that greeted me respectfully, was green.
In the middle of the hall sat a man with razor-sharp eyebrows and eyes, staring at him firmly. His clothes were embroidered with brocade moire, and his feet were cloud-climbing boots. Even though she was in a trance for a moment, she was a little more awake at the moment.
It's rare that he is wearing such a Qinghua today, a little softer. If it weren't for that cold look, he would have looked no different from an ordinary handsome boy. Her gaze fell on his robe, and the cloud pattern seemed familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere.
Just stared at by this gaze, she couldn't remember it for a while. Slowly raised his head, "Ah Zhan, why are you here?" β
Her tone softened a lot, and her eyes looked at her carelessly. I didn't dare to look at those good-looking eyes, for fear that he would see the clues.
"I made an appointment with you that day, and you agreed, why don't you go?"
She glanced at the man in confusion, and talked with her hands, and then remembered that he had not woken up in the dream that day, and he pulled her and asked him to accompany her to talk with her today. She responded in a daze, but in order to clear the dust, she missed the agreement.
couldn't help touching the hairpin on his head, "I suddenly remembered that there was something else, so I missed the time for a while." Ah Zhan, it's better for us to make up for it in the future. β
The man looked at her coldly, and she felt as if her whole body was about to freeze. After a while, he frowned and spoke, "There is demonic energy on your body. β
Only then did she remember the hurry she had just come, and she forgot to bathe for a while. That person's demon spirit bead was out of control, and naturally it was inevitably contaminated with demonic energy. She couldn't help laughing, "It's just that I don't know where to mess with it in the Nether, I'll wash it." β
"Is it homing?"
As soon as he spoke, the woman understood. A cold color quickly appeared on her face, "Lord Warlord is so idle, is it within your duty to spy on me?" β
She stammered her words in anger, feeling the man's anger, and stopped talking. knew that he was afraid that she would be hurt, but in his heart he still couldn't get over that hurdle. I couldn't help but turn my back to him. Only one back is left.
"You're being a fool." He sneered, "I heard that the wine fairy has raised you for thousands of years, so it doesn't hurt for you to repay your kindness." It's just that he is a demon now, and you are a god, so it is inevitable that a private meeting will be true. You're not afraid of getting yourself into trouble. β
He was sarcastic, but he didn't forget to defend it. Rubbing her head helplessly, she raised her eyebrows and smiled coldly, "You all know that I am here to repay my kindness, why are you still so angry?" β
Rotten wood cannot be carved.
"If you don't care about your life, no one cares." He said coldly and turned to leave. "After a month of reflection, I figured out that the enchantment would naturally be unraveled."
"You'd better untie it now, or I'd rather tear this barrier apart."
He looked back at her, and the woman had a gloomy face and her head held high. As if it was someone else who made the mistake. is really a difficult woman, he is always helpless with her. I want to hold it at the tip of my heart, but I can't put it down. wanted to protect her, but the man was afraid that he would not be angry with him.
"The deity is solved, but if there is a next time. The deity will watch you rebuild all the weapons in the Prison War Palace, and recently there have been a batch of new ones, tens of thousands. β
She suddenly turned her head sadly and looked at the man helplessly. Seeing the jug of wine in front of him, he hooked his fingers, and the wine slanted down from the air.
She drinks on her back. He took the flask with his right hand, "Where did you get this wine, it's much better than the previous one." β
"Homecoming." The two words cold can't help but disturb the mood of drinking. That place suddenly became a tacit taboo, and he deliberately brought it up, just to let himself go.
"Qingchen, you have your own Chixia Divine Monarch to discipline, and it's not your turn to educate."
He threw out a sentence coldly, and turned back halfway out, "Don't forget to talk about it in three days." By the way, there is also the fierce beast from last time, and there seems to be another hidden secret. β
It looked like nothing could escape his eyes. Although she vaguely guessed that there was something else, she still didn't want to think about it. However, looking at the appearance of the prison war, I don't plan to stop there.
"Rest assured. Won't forget. As for the fierce beast, since the coffin has been closed, forget it. β
She already has the answer in her heart, so she doesn't need to prove it.
"I'll take care of this matter, you just have to wait for the result."
At the edge of a stream in the Demon Realm, he looked at the water to see what he looked like now. He had just almost missed and injured her.
Qingchen closed his eyes tightly and let his whole body sink into the stream. Recalling the meeting, she still thinks about herself in her heart. But he had no choice but to move forward.
The Demon Spirit Bead suddenly became restless, it seemed that it was only because of the traction of the Mingji Sword on her wrist, and he couldn't help but wonder how the Demon Spirit Bead given by the Demon Venerable himself could be entangled with the artifact.
Her eyes were engraved in the depths of his heart, and he would never be able to touch or touch them from now on. Goodbye rivers and lakes, gods and demons are separated. Maybe if you go back to the past, if you don't start, will you not have so many regrets as you do now.
It's just that there is no turning back in life, and the moment he chooses, he can only bear all the bitter consequences.
"Qingchen, I did what you asked me to do. It's time for you to keep your promises. β
He got up with his cloak on, but saw the man standing quietly not far away, with his back to him. The familiar voice, only disgust was left at the moment.
"Promise? What promises? β
He couldn't help but ask, and flicked the non-existent dust on his body. The cyan brocade robe fitted to the side, revealing the perfect curves.
The woman sneered, "I don't know, you Qingchenjun will also be flamboyant and backtrack." β
Emperor Ji looked at the man quietly, his body full of sadness. She didn't even dare to get closer, so deep sadness, like a knife little by little.
She had waited so long, and finally waited for his request. changed a promise, and his understatement rhetorical question was to deprive her of the last extravagant hope. Naturally, she wouldn't allow it, and her tone was much colder.
"Qingchen-kun, of course, won't," he nodded in acknowledgement, "but." β
As soon as the conversation turned, she saw the black fog in his hand, and the sadness that could not be dissolved.
A little cold fell on the back of her hand, and she wiped it away indifferently, listening to him say word by word.
"The Devil's Club. I am no longer the Heavenly Realm Wine Immortal Qingchen Jun, but a demon who has fallen to the point of no return, is it naΓ―ve for Lord Emperor Ji to think? Will the devil keep his promise? β
His series of rhetorical questions made her speechless, when did even Qingchen be so eloquent.
"You owe me a promise that sooner or later you will have to pay back."
A golden flower mark suddenly appeared on the back of the woman's hand, she closed her eyes and twisted the trick, Qingchen only saw a golden flower flying into her eyebrows and disappeared. And he didn't have time to stop it.
Only then did he realize that she was not the shallow detached before.
"What did you do?" He asked.
"It's just that I'm afraid that Qingchen-kun will forget the promise between us, and it will remind you. Unless you fulfill that promise, I'm not sure what will happen, and maybe it will happen to the people you care about. β
The woman chuckled, her beautiful face was smiling like nothing at the moment, and the person in front of her frowned. In an instant, the wind and clouds turned, and the heavens and the earth suddenly sank.
"Qingchen Jun should be lighter, don't ruin this scenery."
The woman's cold voice was still echoing, and he couldn't find the person anymore.
She, escaped.
He sat cross-legged, trying to force the golden flower out of his body. After trying for a long time, he spit out a mouthful of blood with a muffled voice, and he couldn't move half a minute. The meridians were running without hindrance, and he didn't know what kind of spell she used. will make yourself helpless.
Get up and walk forward, leaving behind the few scenery behind you. He was still alone, and no one was with him anymore.