The little guy who sent Ying Vanilla returned to Yueque, and conveyed the words of the Celestial Flood to Weeping Youji as they wept.

Weeping Youji's hanging heart finally relaxed: "No matter what, the monarch finally didn't get angry with me." At the mention of the desolation, the lingering affection in her eyes lowered her to the dust a few points.

"I thought about it and finally figured it out. Although Vona was disgusted with her, she might not have done so early than seeing the monarch. And Qingling's useless one wanted to recruit me out when she was scared casually, and naturally she wasn't her. It was so coincidental that she was attacked when she was by the monarch's side, and she was rescued by the monarch and controlled the vicious anger. She was so ruthless that she used her life to uproot my power, and she really underestimated her before!"

Weeping Youji hated and hated, hating her more and more, and wanting to kill her quickly.

The hatred in her eyes faded, and she was filled with wisps of gloom: "The people I sent to the crazy father's side, but the arrangements have been made?"

The little guy replied with a little flattery: "Back to Niangniang, the mad father and master will come back, please rest assured, this time the father and master choose, that one will not be able to escape." ”

Ying Vanilla is indeed worthy of being the treasure of the Hades Temple, and Ning Huchen will soon be fine. When I came into contact with Fenghua again, not only did I not feel uncomfortable, but I was more comfortable with the space than before. When she was well, she drove it again and entered Shi Xihua's past world.

Ning Huchen felt that it was a pity, the passing of Fenghua could only peek into the past of the deceased, but could not trace back to the living. If she really has something to do with the Celestial Desolation, it can only be entangled in her previous life. Unless you can use the Kunlun mirror in Yuan Jia's hand, you can see the past clearly. What kind of past is it that makes him so unforgettable. No matter what, she has been reincarnated, and she is no longer the woman he remembers.

In Shi Xihua's memory, this night is unforgettable.

Inkmark disappeared nowhere, and she was the only one left. It was cold in late autumn, and she accidentally got into her body and had some fever. The hidden window was violently blown open by a gust of wind, and the soybean-sized lamp was blown out in an instant.

With a thunderclap, a torrential rain descended and invaded her hut. Immediately afterward, the unclosed door was blown open and slammed shut, making a crackling sound.

Shi Xihua got up, braved the rain and the strong wind, and went to close the window first.

After closing the window, he turned around and was about to close the door, when another lightning bolt struck, and the white light instantly illuminated the black shadow in front of him. Yang Er's vicissitudes of life were as eerie and terrifying as a ghost, and Shi Xihua couldn't help but let out a scream.

"It's so late, what are you doing!"

"Xihua, if I'm not mistaken, I've been buying you for two years. You were only fourteen years old, and you were as thin as a bamboo pole. Now that I've grown up, I'm getting more and more plump and smart. Yang Er expressed his praise for her with extreme restraint, and his breathing was also rapid, which made Shi Xihua extremely uneasy.

Yang Er took it step by step, slowly approaching Shi Xihua. Step by step, she stepped back until she touched the table under the window.

Yang Er rushed forward and hugged her firmly, gnawing on the fragrance around her neck like a wild dog that had been hungry for a long time: "My intention was not to buy you as a daughter, I wanted you to be a wife!"

"Disgusting! Get out!" Shi Xihua screamed in panic, his hands pounding and scratching desperately, to no avail.

Yang Er pounced on her hard, and she fell to the table behind her, her hands spread out weakly.

Another bolt of lightning flashed, illuminating the sewing kit in her hand. There, lying quietly, a pair of sharp scissors, flashed and reflected the cold glow of lightning.

"Pick it up and kill him. Shi Xihua's deep voice sounded in his heart.

There was another thunderbolt, and the clothes on her shoulders were also torn in response to the thunder, revealing round and delicate fragrant shoulders, which made Yang Er let out an exclamation.

"Just stab him in the heart and you'll be freed. It was the same voice again, accompanied by two ethereal laughs.

Shi Xihua was encouraged, and stretched her body desperately to reach the scissors.

Yang Er trembled with excitement, he got up to untie his trouser belt, only to feel that his chest was suddenly pointed heavily, followed by a pain that spread all over his body, and the * that was originally full of his body was completely drained with the blood gushing sideways.

Yang Er fell to the ground, covered his chest with one hand, and pointed at Shi Xihua with the other: "Slut!

"Ahh She pounced on Yang Er like a Jedi counterattacking beast, pulled out the scissors that pulled out his heart, and plunged into it. This was repeated until Yang Er kept spitting out blood from his mouth, and his body no longer moved.

Shi Xihua's clothes were stained with Yang Er's blood, and his face was covered with blood. Outside, lightning and thunder were still roaring, reflecting her as if she was a demon crawling out of hell.

By the time she reacted to all this, Yang Er's body was already cold.

Shi Xihua threw the scissors in his hand in a panic, and as soon as he opened the door, he plunged into the heavy rain without even caring about putting on a coat. The rain continued to wash away the blood stains on her body, and the sins became more and more transparent. She didn't know where to go, so she kept running forward.

Someone in the neighborhood came to Yang Er's narrative on such a rainy night. I saw that the door of his house was open, but there was no light in the house. When I went in the dark, I smelled the strong smell of blood. When he lit the fire, Yang Erheng's corpse was in front of him, and the tragic death frightened him to the ground.

As the rain subsided, the village was lit up with torches. "Search for me, search for that little white-eyed wolf!"

Shi Xihua was covered in mud and gasped for breath. The road was bumpy, and she was unsteady under her feet and fell into the muddy water. The sharp stone slashed through her elbow, and blood seeped into it. And when I moved my feet, I felt a sharp pain, as if I had collapsed.

She sat in the muddy water, her shoulders hunched, and looked around her in fear and despair.

In this barren wilderness, Ning Huchen felt a powerful demonic aura approaching. It was the breath of the demon king twilight that she had been exposed to.

If you are as strong as him, it will not be good to get into trouble. Half an hour has passed, and it's time to leave.

Ning Huchen left from Shi Xihua's eyes and wanted to return to the woman's soup. As soon as he became invisible, the red dress appeared.

Shi Xihua was still sitting in place in a daze, just a mortal with the naked eye, unable to see the peerless combination of beauty.

"What kind of luck is this king today? First, I met a special little black cat and persuaded him to submit to me, but he did not listen, so I had to imprison him and let him reflect on it. Then I met you again, beauty, I haven't seen you for more than 300 years, and you are still so beautiful that I am fascinated. Twilight Chengxue looked at Ning Huchen with interest, and her charming face always had a seemingly friendly smile.

More than 300 years have indeed passed since the last Jin Xiaosi incident to the present time.

"His Majesty the Demon King is so worried, I really dare not take it seriously. I have important things to do today, so I'll go first. Ning Huchen just wanted to get out quickly, said goodbye, and left here.

The wrist was held, and Twilight Chengxue had appeared beside her, breaking her spell, and her eyes were crooked like the moon: "Meeting is fate, and it is especially precious to come from thousands of miles, not to mention that your place is far away, and it is not a time and space." Let's go, I'll take you to see the kitten I caught. ”

Ning Huchen couldn't break free, and he was in a hurry. She lifted a thick wisp of the desolate breath in her veins and released it behind Twilight Chengxue.

"Sovereign, why are you here?" Ning Huchen looked behind Du Chengxue with a smile.

As soon as Twilight turned around, her hand was torn apart, and she disappeared into the place.

"Your Majesty the Demon King, see you soon!" the echoing voice carried a hint of banter.

"Cunning, more cunning than a fox with three tails!" Twilight Chengxue gritted her teeth and smiled as best she could, keeping his beautiful appearance alive.

The little ball of light kept approaching with the sound of noisy footsteps, and it was the villagers who came. Twilight Snow smiled disdainfully, and disappeared into the wind.