But every time, she couldn't help but do it.

The reason is not important, the point is that she always wants to do this, as if if she doesn't do it, she won't be able to live.

She didn't like it, and he didn't like it if she didn't do it, what she thought in her heart, even Wen Linxi herself didn't know.

But what if you don't? Wen Linxi didn't choose, because the world didn't give her the right to choose. While it would make her uncomfortable, she would be uncomfortable not doing it.

When this mood arises, it is already predestined, no matter what her choice, the uncomfortable feeling has been deeply implanted in her body, in the depths of her soul.

To the east of the island, a place that has not been heavily developed.

Chen Ya was here, looking at the sea alone, as if thinking about something that fascinated her.

Wen Linxi gently came over to her side, sat down beside her, and asked Chen Ya: "What, do you want to be specialized?" ”

Chen Ya turned her head to look at Wen Linxi, shook her head and smiled: "You know, I don't have a strong psychology like you, if I go to the pool, I might cry." ”

Wen Linxi let out a long sigh and mysteriously took out a bottle of wine from behind him: "Do you want to get drunk to relieve a thousand sorrows?" ”

Chen Ya despised her: "You are really full of poisons." ”

"That's a dislike."

"You two are really unlikeable."

Wen Yu and Lin Meng saw Wen Linxi come out, so they also came out.

Hearing Wen Linxi and Chen Ya's conversation, he also added in by the way.

Wen Yu went to take the wine in Wen Linxi's hand, and was slapped away by Wen Linxi: "The child went to find juice to drink." ”

Wen Yu pursed his lips and said unhappily: "It's really eccentric." I'll just take a bite of it. ”

Wen Lin glanced at her: "Children are curious about everything." ”

"Then you give me the cellar key, I'll take a look for myself, find a bottle I like and hold it, I'm not curious, you always won't let me touch it, I'm definitely curious."

Wen Linxi didn't hold the cup, so he put it to his mouth and took a sip, and handed it to Chen Ya: "Drink a little, the wine is intimidating, maybe you drink it, and the result will come out." ”

Chen Ya took it from Wen Linxi's hand, brought it to her lips and took a big sip. The smell of alcohol stimulated her whole body was groggy and almost vomited. But she couldn't hold back and didn't throw up.

It seems that after taking a sip of wine, Chen Ya really became refreshed.

Chen Ya picked up the book beside her and handed it to Wen Yu: "Wen Yu, read it to me." With that, he took another big sip, and then handed the bottle to Wen Linxi.

Wen Yu took the book from Chen Ya's hand and scolded: "Do you think that you are familiar with me, and your courage is getting bigger and bigger." ”

Although she said this, she had already opened the book and read it to Chen Ya:

In the primordial Lingming World, the northernmost elven territory of the continent, the flames of war have burned to the royal city.

Changming Palace:

The strong smell of blood prompted the sycamore flowers, and the sycamore flowers that were competing to bloom withered again, paving a road in Changming Palace, leading to the elf emperor Wei Emperor Jun on the Chenghuan Palace.

On the Chenghuan Palace, Emperor Wei sat leaning on his body and his eyes were closed; The colorful clothes danced with the breeze, and the love silk was also blown messy.

A blood-stained petal fell on his chest, like blood stained on the jade ice muscle; He slowly opened his eyes, picked up the petals with his slender and slender hand and put them in his mouth, swallowed them lightly, and showed a smile that captivated the country and the city. With a smile on his face, he stood up straight, picked up the sword in his hand and walked out of the Chenghuan Hall with the sycamore flowers.

The Sycamore Flower Road leads all the way to the rebel camp outside the Changming Palace.

Emperor Wei came to the rebel formation, the phoenix eyes were still full of the charm of the past, and his demeanor did not lose a little noble and elegant, looking at the rebels and asking in a deep voice: "Since you are here to kill me, why do you only dare to go outside the Changming Palace?" ”

None of the rebels dared to respond, and the horses were restless.

Emperor Wei looked back at Changming Palace, fixed his eyes at the end of Chenghuan Palace, and said to himself: "One day is prosperous, one day is down." Wake up from a dream, and live forever ...... a dream. ”

Emperor Wei smiled bitterly and sadly, he had a thousand words to say, but he didn't say a word. sighed, turned his head to look at the rebels, and roared and ordered: "All the troops listen to the order and set foot in the Changming Palace." ”

As the words came out, he pulled out the sword in his hand and pointed to the plaque of Changming Palace to lead the way for the rebels.

The rebels swarmed up with iron hooves, stepped over his body, and rushed into the Changming Palace.

Outside the Changming Palace, the sycamore flowers fell, and the petals covered the broken body of Emperor Wei.

In the Changming Palace, the war horses howled, and the sound of crying and mourning resounded in the sky.

"Do you think Wen Yu's voice is particularly healing?" Chen Ya said this, and Wen Linxi immediately agreed: "Of course, how can it be my sister." ”

The two of them looked like this, so Wen Yu didn't know what to say.

Although both of them seem to be adults, they seem to be very mature in both mind and body. But under the catalysis of alcohol, the suppressed emotions are released and become compounded at this age.

The two men looked a little drunk, and their faces were flushed. Wen Yu glared at her and scolded angrily, "Do you two still want to listen to it." ”

Both of them immediately followed her: "Listen, angel, please continue." ”

Wen Yu continued to read aloud:

They are not crying about the dead Emperor Wei, but the man whose beauty makes women in the world jealous, and the elven emperor who is the most talented and brave.

The crying and mourning of Changming Palace was quickly replaced by shouts of killing and screams, and the rebels who were originally in concert suddenly lost their minds and frantically killed each other.

Attacking one's own shield with one's own spear, the trivial things on weekdays have turned into resentment and erupted, and the former comrades-in-arms have become enemies who do not share the sky, and the swords and soldiers will never die.

The fighting continued until after dark, and only three or five of the rebels were still alive. A figure swept in from outside the Changming Palace, ending their lives cleanly with a knife in hand, and landing barefoot in a pool of dried and undried blood.

After searching around to make sure there were no survivors, he ripped off his cloak.

She was a very beautiful woman, her face was simply carefully designed and carved, her eyes were like stars plucked from the sky, the corners of her mouth hooked up a cold and charming smile, her lips were still stained with blood, her long silver hair seemed to eat away at the light of the full moon, and her bright red clothes were better than flowing blood.

In the rancid smell of blood, her cold-blooded beauty makes people can't stand the palpitations, and they can't wait to burn the last drop of blood for her until she dies.

The woman sneered proudly, looked up at the moon in the sky, took a deep breath, and said to herself very enjoyably: "It's beautiful." He walked towards the Chenghuan Palace.

"Single-handedly ignited a war in the powerful Elven Kingdom and killed the Elven Emperor, one of the Seven Emperors, the first assassin 'Doomsday Mercy Flower' really deserves its name."

The sudden sound made Doomsday Mercy stop abruptly, and she didn't dare to go any further. Looking for the voice, I saw a figure on the eaves.

It was a man, lazily lying on the eaves of the Chenghuan Palace, looking at her with scattered eyes.

He should have been here a long time ago, but he didn't notice it at all, and the gap between them was self-evident. His voice was like a frozen lake, and he could feel a bone-chilling chill in his face, and he was obviously not the type to fall for beauty.

A heavy haze was added to the breath of death, and Doomsday felt that there was a dead air from hell tightly wrapped around her.

Doomsday Mercy trembled with fear, and the beauty, wisdom, and means that she was usually proud of seemed to have been sealed, and there was only one way left to kneel and beg for mercy.

But the man showed no sign of wanting to do anything with her, so he sat lazily on the eaves and put on an attitude of indisputability.

Doomsday couldn't guess his thoughts, and he didn't dare to act rashly, so he asked in an almost desperate voice, "Are you here to kill me?" ”

The man adjusted slightly, looked directly at her, and said nonchalantly, "We are here for the same thing, and if you are willing to give it to me, I can let you live." ”

Doomsday Mercy knows that one foot has stepped into the ghost gate, and there are other things to care about; After bowing in thanks, he turned away without hesitation.

As soon as Doomsday Mercy left, the man's face immediately became vigilant, and he sat up straight and shouted: "Since Daojun is here, why don't you show up to see you, it's really ungraceful to hide." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, an old man with gorgeous clothes and silver hair appeared five or six battles behind him, staring at him with lowered eyes, and sighed softly: "Ninety-nine Xuangong, you are still back after all!" ”

Ninety-nine Xuangong turned over and jumped off the eaves, looked at Daojun and asked, "Daojun is here to settle old accounts with me?" Or are you here to rob me of the elf princess? ”

Daojun was silent for a moment, and said indifferently: "I just came to take a look." Turning to leave, he paused again and said, "Originally, I wanted to take away the elf princess, but when people get old, they will become timid; The fear of death has eaten away at the spirits of youth. So today, I haven't seen you, and you haven't seen me. ”

Ninety-Nine Xuangong sneered, "Really? But this battle between you and me is inevitable, and one of you and I will have to be crushed to pieces, and this cannot be escaped or avoided. ”

Daojun turned his back to the Ninety-Nine Xuangong, a trace of killing intent with fear flashed in his eyes, and he immediately calmed down again, sighed and said, "Let's talk about it when the time comes, if I can live one more day in peace, I don't want to bet against you." After that, he disappeared.

Ninety-nine Xuangong sneered proudly twice, but he didn't smile.

After laughing, he went into the Chenghuan Hall and picked up the elf princess, named her 'Wangyao', and left the elf princess with the elf princess.

That night, in the mansion of Prince Musk, the younger brother of Emperor Wei and Prince Musk, Prince Musk and Daojun sat opposite each other, but no one said a word, just drank tea cup after cup.

It wasn't until after midnight that Daojun waved off the lights, and the light of the full moon poured in through the window.

By the light of the full moon, Daojun sat up straight and looked at Prince Musk, and exhaled lightly before speaking: "There are only you and me here, and I don't see the light of day, so I will be blunt."