He didn't know where this was, and he didn't know where he was going from here. When he walked into the town alone, the residents mostly looked at him with strange eyes, as if he didn't belong here.

Fortunately, they didn't long wait to ask him enthusiastically

"What's your name?"

"How did you end up here?" Qin Jue couldn't answer any of these questions, what was his name?

He subconsciously reached out and pounded his head, as if the name was a long time away from him.

Fortunately, when the townsfolk saw that he did not answer, they stopped asking, but still invited him home very warmly, and this silent embarrassment was broken.

The man, who did not remember who he was, took up residence in this little town. Although there are only about a dozen households at the head and end of the town, and he has been treated for more than ten days, he still can't remember a person's name or a person's face, no matter how many times others have greeted him and how many times he has smiled, Qin Jue is still the same.

Later, others no longer forced him to remember them, but every time they met, they would chat with him with a blank face.

He lived in this unpretentious town, day after day, year after year, and so on.

Winter goes to spring, the grass and trees are withered and prosperous, and I don't know how many cold and summer times have passed, the people in the town, the old and old, the people who left, and in the end, it seems that he is the only one left.

Although the town was in tatters and full of ruins, and no one lived here anymore, Qin Jue still lived day by day, year by year.

He didn't really understand what he was waiting for, but it seemed that a voice from the bottom of his heart kept telling him to stay, stay here, and wait.

And then, what exactly are you waiting for? For him, the passage of time is just a beating of numbers.

In the end, he couldn't remember how many cold summers he had lived alone in this town, a hundred years, two hundred years?

Or 500 or 800 years? Living alone and enduring the torment and torture of time does not seem to be particularly difficult days, that is, people eventually become very numb.

It was a very peculiar day, and I always felt that today was very different from the past, as if there was finally a breakthrough after years of waiting.

The afternoon sun was particularly bright, and a cloud suddenly fell from the lonely mountain in front of me.

The clouds looked really thick, and Qin Jue walked out of the house, looking up at the clear blue sky.

It wasn't until the vaguely cloud-like object floated to the foot of the mountain that he could see clearly what the white cloud was, and it was obviously a girl with eyes as indifferent as water and a face as cold as a knife.

Qin Jue stared at it for a moment, as if something had been punctured in his heart, and he felt unbearable pain inexplicably.

Little day? These two words spread like poison in his heart like barren weeds, and his heart was full of pain and pain.

Why is he so uncomfortable? The girl was dressed in plain white clothes, hunting and fluttering in the lonely cold wind, a green silk behind her back, and the long tassel on the hilt of the sword swayed with the clothes.

When he came down the mountain, his eyes stared around emptyly, and then the wide sleeves of his robe flickered slightly, and the person disappeared in place like light and shadow.

Qin Jue, who was left stunned, stood in front of the tattered ruins, lowered his head and meditated deeply, who is she, who is she?

Who is he himself......****I am the dividing line against the sky****

"The three Buddhas of Qingyan Temple, why are they here with you?" It wasn't as happy as expected, and even King's Landing's voice was icy and cold.

In mid-air, under the obscuring red mist, a pair of huge eyes looked at King's Landing intently, "You guessed something. Then the huge red eyes seemed to be very relieved and happy, and said with a smile, "I originally thought that maybe you didn't know about this matter so quickly. I really didn't expect you kid to be so smart and smart. ”

"Your father is not as good as you in terms of scheming and intelligence. Sure enough, if you are thrown into such an environment where you eat people and don't spit out bones, you can grow up quickly, hahaha! As he spoke, Red-Eye burst out laughing.

King's Landing looked coldly at the giant eyes in the red mist, and a hint of bad premonition appeared in his heart.

"Bring them in." With a red-eyed order, the door to the backroom was opened again. Hundreds of Demon Lotus people led by Huo Jin, the king of the Dai clan, and the prophet Mi Moss, were escorted into the main hall, and their hands and feet were bound with special ropes, wrapped into a large string, and they were pushed out one after another.

Like a string of grasshoppers, I can't jump. Huo Jin and the others all looked very ugly. Some of the young Demon Lotus Clansmen were surging in anger and kept scolding along the way.

"You're going to threaten me with these people?" King's Landing sneered. Unexpectedly, the giant eyes under the red mist blinked very happily, and King's Landing felt a wave of disgust in his heart.

Did he think he was cute to do this? Such a pair of eyes that are bigger than a basin and look very bewitching, and they are also cute!

It's just staining his eyes. It's not his soft and glutinous sky, everything he does is cute!

"These, after all, are also my people. How could I have done them any wrong? I just watched them not grow much over the years, and I wanted to bring them here and give them a good look. Only when they are also strong with you, can you rely on you to complete the great cause of our Demon Lotus Clan in the future, right? King's Landing sneered.

"After many years, I feel very comforted to see you again. I think back then, you were still a little baby......" King's Landing suddenly stretched out his hand, interrupting the red-eyed words with thousands of emotions, his voice was full of infinite coldness, and he smiled sarcastically, "A lot of plots killed my parents, and assigned three minions to strip the young me and Yuan Ying from their bodies, and many years later, they planned a drama between Zhong Tao and my master and apprentice. People who have done so many cruel things can still have the face to say to me with a false face, how pleased is me? I really don't know, how can your skin be three feet thicker than the city wall? Oh, I forgot, maybe you don't have a face at all. In the red mist, a trace of anger flashed in the red eyes, and then it was suppressed again, but the momentum of the whole body was raised to the peak at that moment, and the oppression of the momentum pressed the group of young people of the Demon Lotus Clan who were originally scolding and scolding, and they all stopped scolding in their mouths with complicated expressions.

What's going on? What came from the red mist was the terrifying aura of the ancient pure-blooded demon lotus? It's so powerful, it's almost shocking.