Chu tilted his head and shed another tear.

For Bai Chen, his memory of a thousand years ago was restored to that day.

At that time, he was maple dust. That young man whose heart is higher than the sky, who is wise and beautiful, and only knows what it means to be the winner and the king.

It seemed like a normal day. He reviewed the recital, and before he knew it, it was late at night. Xi Shu sat down and fell asleep again, he always seemed to be very sleepy. If a sleepy person like Xishu were to take care of state affairs, the country would be a mess.

Suddenly, Xi Shu woke up, and he looked fixedly at the door. Fengchen caught a glimpse of this scene, presumably someone came late at night, and Xi Shu heard footsteps. Fengchen ignored it and continued to watch the folds. A faint fragrance of pear blossoms slowly wafted in from the window. His hand as he reviewed the fold paused.

Although he is not like Xi Shu's martial arts, he can distinguish the sound of footsteps from a few feet away, but he is very familiar with this light fragrance. The person who came should be Xiwei. The woman who was like a pear blossom.

He hadn't seen her in days, and he didn't dare go.

But these days, there is not a day that he does not miss her. Every night he would ask the palace people what she had done today, and everything was okay.

Smelling the fragrance of pear blossoms, his heart warmed slightly. But he didn't stop writing.

He has always been like this, he cares, and he does not show it to his face. cares, but also looks like they don't care. Even though she was thinking about it all the time, when she came, she still stopped her pen slowly, raised her eyes lightly, and looked indifferent.

When she entered the hall, she walked very slowly. Fengchen looked at her like this, step by step, towards himself.

His memory stopped there.

He didn't know what she was looking for him that night, or what she said that night.

Bai Chen pulled back his distant thoughts.

He looked into Chu Tian's eyes: "If you must save Zhixi." Golden lotus to you. But there is one condition, you tell me, what did you say when you came to the Wuji Hall that night? Later, what happened? ”

He didn't regain that part of his memory, but he had a strong feeling that something had happened that night that changed everything. When he regained his memory, his memory stopped in Xiwei and came to the Infinity Palace, and immediately his eyes fell into darkness. The darkness made him feel depressed, painful, and breathless.

He believed that what happened that night must also be the beginning of the fall of the Chu State.

Chu listened to her conditions, was slightly stunned, and said, "Okay."

Bai Chen's eyelashes were curled with mist, and his lips were pale.

Since she must save Zhixi, then he will do it. Bai Chen used his spiritual power, and where the pear rain was inserted, the blood oozed out faster. Chu Tian couldn't bear it, and the hand holding Liyu trembled slightly. Bai Chen exhaled softly in pain, but did not say a word.

Chu Tian let go of his hand and sat down on the ground. Bai Chen was still in a half-kneeling position, pressing the wound with one hand, and the palm of the other hand facing upward, and a golden lotus gradually gathered in the palm of his hand.

A mournful, mournful cry pierced the silence.

The golden lotus that had not yet condensed in Bai Chen's hand dissipated in an instant, and the three of them looked at the source of the voice in surprise.

This mournful cry reminded Chu Tian of the resentful soul she had seen in the Prince's Mansion a long time ago, and she also let out an equally unwilling cry when she was beaten out of her body by Bai Chen's pear rain.

Resentful spirits.

The source of the sound is Wanwan. She stood not far away and watched them, her eyes full of anger. Her face was pale, her pupils were blood-red, and her lips were dark purple. That beautiful face is particularly terrifying at the moment. She hung lightly in midair.

Lu Yao snatched the copper bell and put it on his purple hairpin, and threw it heavily at Wanwan. The copper bell froze as it approached her, and with a terrible and sharp cry, the copper bell was a foot away in front of Wanwan.

She didn't open her mouth, and the screams came from her automatically. It's a creepy sound.

The brass bell sounded, emitting a purple glow. For example, the light when Cai Chu touched it was very bright. The scorching light pierced them and blinded them for a moment.

Wanwan shook her palm lightly, and the copper bell and the hairpin with Lu Yao were bounced back. Lu Yao caught it in the air and fell to the ground.

Chu Tian stood up incredulously. It's hard to believe.

Wanwan is a god-devouring ghost. This avatar is the incarnation of the God-Eater's Resentful Spirit.

Chu Tian was almost unsteady on his feet.

"Why, why you?" Chu Tian took a step forward, his eyes trembling violently.

There was another sharp roar, and the air wave that shook out was like a heavy knife array, killing Chu Ting.

Bai Chen raised his hand, and when he raised his hand, he transformed into the form of the Soul Slaying Master. The white clothes on his body gradually turned black in the golden smoke, and a golden lotus appeared on his forehead.

The pear blossom array between his raised hands turned away from the murderous aura of the wan.

A tear of blood flowed from her reddened eyes: "Even if you know that she is a god-devouring ghost, you don't want to do anything to her." She hurt you with a sword, but you still have to give her a body of cultivation to save the people she cares about. Her statement, every word trembled, as if to speak of the pain of this life.

What Wanwan had done before, what she had said, one by one, and sentence by sentence echoed in Chu Tian's mind. It turned out that the god-devouring ghost was her, and it turned out that she had always been by her side.

Unexpectedly, he has always been by the side of the Soul Slaying Master.

Bai Chen's brows were furrowed, and he looked at Wanwan: "You, what do you want?"

His gaze remained relentless and indifferent. Thousands of years ago, she never melted the cold in his eyes, and the companionship of more than ten years in this life still hasn't been melted away.

What she wants is revenge, she hates Chu Qian and hates the past. She hopes that her liver and intestines will be broken, and she will lose all her gains, and her life will be better than death. She also hoped that Bai Chen would kill her with his own hands. However, today, even if the copper bell shines, even if she stabs Bai Chen with pear rain, Bai Chen still doesn't want to hurt Chu in the slightest.

"Don't you want to know what she said to you in the Night Infinite Temple? I, let you know. There was only resentment and hatred in Wanwan's eyes, and her voice was so deep that it made people's hearts tremble.

Hatred as blood. It seems to be a deep feud in the sea of blood, and it seems to be difficult to settle the abyss.

Wanwan took out a blade of grass and dripped her own blood, and immediately condensed it into her palm with spiritual power, and in an instant, she surrounded Bai Chen with a burst of energy. After a period of dizziness, the last memories of his past life began to appear in his mind one by one.

Inch by inch, gradually swallowing the tenderness in my heart.

Darkness and memory enveloped Bai Chen, and he seemed to be falling all the time, falling into the bottomless abyss.

Wanwan looked at Chu Tian. The crimson pupils were a thousand years of resentment: "Do you know who I am?"

Chu Tian kept wondering who she really was. She didn't know who would hate herself the most in her previous life, and the people who were related to her in her previous life appeared around her one by one. Fengchen is Baichen, Xiao Zhi is the tide, and Nian Sixue is dew.

Who else would hate themselves, Jimi? Falling pears?

She shook her head in disbelief, she couldn't believe it, it wouldn't be a pear.

Wanwan then said, "You don't know." She smiled, tears streaming down her lips.

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