Nuo Sheng stared intently at the inner room, and at first glance he was a little displeased, "No need." He didn't want Xuan Wu to agree at all, it was his demon, if something happened, he would still be distressed.

But Changrin is his brother, and Nosheng can only give the choice to Xuan Wu, and he can't make a choice for him.

"You," Jeko's heart paused, "Why would you want to be with a demon?" "Nuo Sheng is the irreplaceable immortal monarch of Heaven, he cares about the people of the world, he can't figure out why Nuo Sheng fell in love with a demon, and would rather give up Heaven for the sake of a demon.

The identity of the immortal monarch represents the maintenance of peace in the common people.

Nuo Sheng was subconsciously stunned, and what came to his mind was under the Divine Shadow Tree of the Ninety-Nine Heavens, at a glance, the white clothes were better than the snow, and he looked at the world, he fell in love at first sight, and there was no return.

After going through ups and downs and heart-wrenching, Nuo Sheng understood that he couldn't let go of this arrogant and unruly demon, and his heart had a unique connection, so he was no longer suitable to take on heavy responsibilities.

"Love is love, and there is no reason to speak of it." Speaking of the past, the corners of Nuo Sheng's lips turned up slightly, and the frost between his eyebrows melted. "What about you, why do you like Rin?" From the mouths of the gossip demons in the demon world, Nuo Sheng knew the subtle relationship between Jue Zixin and Chang Rin, and he was very curious about how these two could see each other.

Xuan Wuyou explained to Nuo Sheng why Chang Rin fell in love with Jue Zi Xin, probably because that face was very similar to Blood Jade, because this caused a lot of conflict between Chang Rin and Jue Zi Xin.

"Why?" Jue Zixin squinted his eyes slightly, the tips of his eyes turned up, and muttered, "Maybe it's because of his appetite for me." "At first, it was because of the physical fit, and then because the person in Changrin's heart made him conquer, and he used his heart unconsciously, and when he reacted again, he had sunk.

The blood-colored demon flower circled Xuan Wu and Chang Rin in the dull and dark space, "Open your eyes and keep your posture immovable" Xuan Wu solemnly explained, Chang Rin was slightly stunned, and obediently stared at his eyes, only to see that the blood crystals in the pupils were absorbed by the powerful withered magic power of the magic flower, and the flames were awe-inspiring.

The blood crystal became weaker and weaker, and slowly moved to the forehead under the guidance of the palm, looming, flickering and dimming, and when it stabilized, Xuan Wu saw the right time, and fixed the red with one finger, and at the same time imprinted it on his fingertips, and in an instant all the magic flowers suddenly withered.

There seemed to be a force that did not belong to him in his chest flowing around, Xuan Wu stroked his chest, his palm hurt, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"What's wrong with you?" Changrin was about to move, but Xuan Wu stopped him, "Don't move, I'm fine." The power went straight to the eyes, burning and burning.

After a while, he was sweating profusely and getting wet, and Xuan Wu gasped slightly, "How are you feeling now?" ”

"Xuanwu, I, I" Rin opened his mouth a little shocked, "I saw a flock of crows, rivers of blood, broken corpses. "It's a brutal image of Liuzhuang.

"Wait." Xuan Wu meditated, his strong and powerful palms against Chang Rin's, gradually merging into one, closing his eyes, and perceiving everything in Chang Rin's eyes.

The black-and-white picture, the huge crow, pecking at the flesh and blood on the ground, was so shocking that it wanted to make people vomit, Xuan Wu frowned deeply, slowly opened his eyes, and said calmly: "It's a man-eating crow, one of the ancient fierce beasts, I heard that it has long been extinct, and it will appear in a small village in the world." ”

Heavenly Realm, Yang Mansion.

By the clear water of the pond, there sat a tall man, from time to time sprinkling some fish food in his palm, as for the fat and rare species of fish that poked out their heads to grab food, shaking their heads and slapping the water waves very high.

A black shadow flashed from the heavenly realm and went straight to the human world.

Yang Jian frowned, a pair of slender eyes narrowed slightly, and he couldn't sigh, "It seems that there is another catastrophe in the world." The black shadow was faintly full of evil aura, and I didn't know if it would be a threat to that person.

Unconsciously, Yang Jian recalled that Mo Qiang came to ask him for a promise for the matter of Ling Chen, that is, he would never appear in front of Ling Ling again.

Yang Jian felt a little ridiculous, this demon never knew that the heart of the demon Qiang was on him, and he reprimanded him with a righteous and awe-inspiring look, for the sake of Nezha, and for the sake of the meager face in the early morning, he gave up.

Although he couldn't appear in front of Ling Chen, Yang Jian still couldn't help but care about Ling Chen, he knew that on the day of Ling Feng's death, he would curl himself up in the deep mountains, waiting for the heavy pain, he knew that he would go to the mountains to collect medicine and hunt before dawn every day, and let the man named Fiber Car go to the bottom of the mountain to exchange some food and daily necessities with the people in the village, he knew that he could also cook, but the rice was not very good, either mushy or half-cooked, and then the task of cooking was given a package by the man named Fiber Car, He knew that he would dance with knives and guns in that simple courtyard, and sometimes the man named Slender Car would also accompany him to dance, and would not let him, every time he lost, he always smiled faintly and praised: "Slender Cart, your martial arts are very good!" "There is no jealousy, and with the appreciation of a man to look at the demon who plots against him.

Ling Chen has someone by his side, logically speaking, he should let go, but his heart is getting heavier and heavier, how long has it been, he hasn't remembered Yang Can.

"Yang Jian, Yang Jian, it's not good, something happened." Nezha kicked open the door of Yang's mansion, and he shouted from afar, interrupting Yang Jian's distant thoughts.

Yang Jian's eyebrows trembled, pinched his eyebrows, and said helplessly: "Nezha, can you knock on the door next time?" Sooner or later, my gate will be broken by you, and next time, don't blame me for going to the Demon Realm to find Demon Qiang and make him pay for it. "It's all married and recognized, why are you still frizzy like a kid.

Yang Jian had some whimsical thoughts, according to Moqiang's cold temperament, how could he stand Nezha's fiery character.

Nezha didn't care, and poured out the fish food in Yang Jian's hand in three or two steps, "Can you not always be so calm." ”

Yang Jian was a little stunned, and blurted out: "It's poured too much, and it will kill the fish." "When I was in the early hours of the morning, I liked to sit by this pond and feed the fish, and I fed a lot of fish, and I survived a few fish, and then it became a meal on the plate.

"Disappeared in the early hours of the morning, you actually have this leisure to feed the fish here." Nezha rolled his eyes irritablely, selectively forgetting something.

"Nezha, you deliberately pushed Ling Chen into my arms, are you worried that Ling Chen will snatch the Demon Qiang one day?" Yang Jian coldly pierced Nezha's careful thoughts, and unconsciously remembered that last time he couldn't help but appear in front of Ling Chen, the two of them sat silently all night, and when it was dawn, Ling Chen patted the dust on his hands and said, "Don't come back in the future." "Presumably to avoid him, he moved the place silently.

In order to avoid him, it was really hard work.

"I" Nezha wrung his fingers weakly, hung his little head, and pouted, sure enough, Yang Jian knew everything, and it didn't work to pretend to be stupid. "You don't want to tell the Devil?" A pair of sparkling eyes, flowing with the color of fear, if Mo Qiang dared to abandon himself for the sake of that named Ling Chen, he would tie people up, so that he could only see himself in his eyes day and night, thinking of this, Nezha stomped his feet very backbonely, and looked directly at Yang Jian's cold gaze.

Yang Jian snorted coldly, withdrew his cold gaze, and said lightly: "If I really wanted to say it, I would have said it a long time ago, why wait until now, you can rest assured, I won't rob you of the Demon Qiang in the early morning, and you don't have to push him into my arms." ”

Nezha looked at Yang Jian left and right, his eyes were a little inquiring, and he suddenly realized that his hands were wrapped around his chest, "Isn't it that Yang Can still lives in your heart" so he had to refuse Ling Chen's love, if this is the case, Nezha also feels that it should not be difficult for others, "Don't worry, I will come to your place to play again in the future, and I will not force you to find that early morning again." It was okay in the early morning, I was foolish, but from the mouth of Moqiang, it was indeed moved again, and there was a fiber car to follow, so I was very relieved. As he spoke, he patted Yang Jian's shoulder, feeling a little sorry for Yang Jian.

Because of Yang Can, he will never come back.

Yang Can? There was a moment of trance in Yang Jian's eyes, how long had he not thought of Yang Can, if it wasn't for Nezha to talk about it, he would have forgotten about Yang Can completely, and during this time, his mind was occupied by the early hours of the morning.

Ling Chen already has someone by his side for a lifetime, and he can't think about him anymore.

Looking at Yang Jian's stunned appearance, Nezha hesitated a little and said curtly, "I'll go first." He hurriedly left the Yang Mansion.

The housekeeper looked at the extra hole in the door, and brought it a little suspiciously, it seems that the Yang Mansion has to change the iron door, look at the guy who loves to kick the door, and see if he can kick it badly.

The gentle breeze blew a faint fragrance of flowers, very light, not strong, and it was a flower planted when I lived in Yangfu in the early morning.

The love of children and daughters disturbed Yang Jian's heart, and he looked far away, it seemed that if he wanted to settle down this messy heart, he had to go to the world to see if he could find something to do, maybe he could slowly forget about the early morning, after all, sitting in the garden every day to feed the fish, there are only a few things he can think about, and he will bring it to the early morning when he thinks about it.

Although Luoyang City is far less prosperous than before, it is also a building standing, but it is old and has traces of time. Yang Jian walked on the lively road that he had walked many times, skillfully avoiding the closeness of the crowd, stopping on a wide roadside without knowing the taste, and turning out the old things, Yang Can was kneeling in front of him here and begging him to save himself, and he looked at Yang Can being dragged away by a group of thugs, and he didn't even look back.

What kind of heart does he have to treat mortals with his life and death, Yang Jian himself doesn't understand.

After all, it was Nezha's kindness that night, so he was forced to rescue the broken little puppet that was tossed, as if it would break if he touched it lightly.

After a pause, Yang Jian raised his feet again, and walked aimlessly along the street, full of Yang Can's figure, his cuteness, his kindness, they were in this house, he asked for Can'er's body, the two of them were physically and mentally integrated, staring at the empty lot, and there was a crack on the expressionless face, and it was also here that his Can'er was ruined by the pen.

And the young man with red eyes, staring at the man who killed his own brother and hid the joy in his heart.

Thinking about it now, more of his hatred at that time was not on Mo Qiang's body, but on himself. From beginning to end, he never hated, but unfortunately Moqiang didn't understand his heart.

On the empty land, there was a faint sorrow, eroding Yang Jian's heart inch by inch, no, he couldn't stay in this place that evoked sad pasts. Yang Jian returned along the same road, at an intersection, turned another road, walked steadily, did not expect to go to the National Teacher's Mansion, this mansion actually exists until now, the last time I came, I heard that it was haunted at night, there was the sound of ghosts crying and howling, probably the same, no one dared to move the idea here, for fear that it would provoke ghosts.