Jian Yi tried to open her eyes, but her eyes were still blurry, the various cries around her were mixed with the smell of death, the air was filled with the smell of alcohol, her mouth was dry and bitter, and she couldn't say a word......

It's like falling into the abyss

But suddenly there was a voice in my ears

"Zhixi... Ho Tsz Hee..."

Calling over and over again a name that had appeared in her dreams countless times

Both familiar and unfamiliar

The voice flowed into her heart as clear as a clear spring, and in her deep tone, it seemed... It seems to be with deep pleading and helplessness...

Who is he...

"Ho Tsz Hee... Wake up..., this king makes you...

Let's talk about it

The voice began to choke

"You are the person I Gu Zhuo has protected for three lives, and you put it on the tip of your heart, how can you leave so easily... Zhixi... I beg you... Please wake up."

As Jian Yi called, memories that didn't belong to her flashed through her mind...

In the cave, I met a man dressed in ancient clothes covered in blood...

A woman who looked like her was crying under the fireworks by the stream......

She watched as the enemy on the other side fired bullets at her

……

And the moment she fell from the stairs...

Many images are intertwined, who is she? Why do I have memories of them? , who is the man who called He Zhixi......

This first life He Zhixi

II Du Keqing

III Jane One

"This is her fate, Lord Candle Dragon has protected her for three lives, and the reincarnation of heaven has its own fixed number, the old man advises the Lord not to interfere"

Mingge Xingjun handed over the poured tea

The man in front of him was dressed in an ink-colored satin robe, embroidered with golden dragon patterns, handsome, his face was engraved with distinct facial features, his angular face was handsome and abnormal, and his appearance seemed to be debauched and unrestrained, but the inattentive deterrence in his eyes made people dare not despise it

Slender white fingers took the tea cup

There seems to be a wry smile, where the eyes seem to pass, leaving behind infinite style, but the depths of the eyes are full of fearlessness

"If I insist on protecting again, voluntarily destroying thousands of years of cultivation, and my spiritual power is exhausted, if this is already the case, how can others tolerate me?"

Immediately drink the tea in the teacup

"Does Xingjun know what love is?"

Mingge Xingjun shook his head and sighed, and said with a smile

"Lord Candle Dragon laughed, the old man never had"

Gu Zhuo said to himself

…

"As long as she has a bright smile in these three lives, I can go to the soup and pour everything out... When she shed a tear, I was like a knife cutting into the bone marrow."

"Even if the mortal book is written in truth, it is not as true as trying to come like this,

Delightful Truth... It hurts really, too...

I want to give her the best in the world."

Mingge Xingjun poured the tea cup again, and the fragrance of tea was permeated...

In the midst of the mist

I squinted... It seems that my mind has returned to the country of Wuxian thousands of years ago

The first encounter with Zhixi and the thunderstorm came to mind......