Suddenly, I only felt a fluctuation of airflow, the evil god had broken free from the shackles of Qingjiu, and gave Qingjiu a heavy punch mercilessly, the man slowly chased towards Hua Wuyan, but his foot was fiercely hugged by the woman on the ground, and when he looked back, Qingjiu actually grabbed his ankle.

He knew that he was full of ruthlessness in his last shot, if he changed someone else, he would be dead, but the thin woman, but he didn't know what kind of tenacious will, in the case of losing half his life, still holding his ankle, no matter how he used spiritual power, the embarrassed woman on the ground still held on to it, refusing to let go.

The woman opened her mouth with difficulty, her voice hoarse, and she said intermittently: "There is no banquet for flowers... You're quick... Walking"

The woman suffered another fatal blow, and purple electricity spread all over her thin body. At this time, the woman's face was already blurred with flesh and blood, and even her facial features were deformed by blood paste.

Appearance is so important to a woman, the generals standing on the side don't look over, they can't bear to look at this scene again.

No matter how much nonsense she is, Qingjiu is also the daughter of the evil god, and the evil god is too cruel to her like this.

And the man on the ground, contrary to her thoughts, Hua Wuyan not only didn't leave, but also covered his chest with his hands, a strong bad premonition hit his heart, Qingqing wine shouted: "No !!!!!!"

And the man's movements did not stop, I saw the man stretched out the fox's long nails, and slashed towards his chest, the sound of nails entering the flesh sounded, the man's face was pale, the nails were deeper into the flesh, and the sharp fingertips touched the beating heart, plus the previous injury, the ending of Hua Wuyan was already doomed.

The evil god glanced at the two of them obliquely, and said coldly: "That's fine, even the deity has to do it." With that, he waved his robe and walked out of the alley with the generals.

I only heard a thunderstorm, and the dark night, which had just slowed down a little, was pouring heavy rain at this moment. The rain was so cold, the droplets hit Qingjiu, but she couldn't feel the pain anymore.

Watching the man's gradually cold body, she staggered and crawled into a pool of blood. She looked at him, at first at a loss, then remembered something, and stood up to run out of the alley.

Elixir, if she gets the elixir, maybe, he can still be saved!

The corner of Qingjiu's clothes was pulled by the people on the ground, and Hua Wuyan said intermittently: "Wine wine, come back..." ”

The woman hurriedly went back and hugged him tightly, choked and said, "Don't you talk anymore, doesn't the palace have a healing elixir, I'm now, I'll go find it for you now." ”

She tried to get up again, but the man grabbed her hand.

The bloody man on the ground smiled weakly and said slowly, "Fool...... Base... There's no elixir for wounds, I'm lying to you... If you don't believe it, look around..."

She raised her head in astonishment and looked around, looking at the familiar alley, Qingjiu finally remembered that this alley was the place where she had just met the evil god.

When there was turmoil, Hua Wuyan had already seen the wave of people in the crowd who had assassinated Qingjiu not dispersed, and on the way to escape, he thought about it and felt that it was the safest thing to send Qingjiu back to the evil god.

The third time, in the choice between Qingjiu and his own safety, he still chose to protect her without hesitation.

"Wine...."

"I'm here!" With tears in her eyes, the woman in Tsing Yi sat on the ground in embarrassment, hugging the person in her arms.

The man could not say a word, and the two sat there for a long time, the rain in the sky was falling violently, like a woman's choked cry, his eyes were closed, his breathing was weak, and the breath of life gradually faded.

After waiting for a long time, he suddenly opened his eyes, and his empty eyes, which were as dead as ashes, suddenly had a strange look, and Qingjiu knew that he was going to die.

At that moment, his eyes seemed to see through the night of the demon kingdom and saw the human world thousands of miles away, the beautiful peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and the look in his eyes seemed to be a bright night light.

It was the fireworks in March, when the breeze was just right, the sky was warm, a woman in Tsing Yi stood by the lake, looked back at Hua Wuyan and smiled excitedly and beckoned: "Xianggong, come here!"

"Wine, follow me to the human world, let's go to see the fireworks in March in the south of the Yangtze River, and go to see the starry sky in the desert in midsummer..... Go and see the Great Wall, which is thousands of miles long, and... Ahem.... Pure white snow on the top of the mountain..."

A gentle smile appeared on the corner of Hua Wuyan's mouth, he cupped the cheek of the person in front of him, and gently wiped away tears for her.

"Wine, don't cry.... You still look the best when you laugh...."

The corner of the woman's mouth pulled out an ugly smile with extreme difficulty: "Okay, I promise you, I will accompany you to see whatever you want to see." ”

The man suddenly coughed up another mouthful of red blood. He whispered beside her with great difficulty, and when Qingjiu heard it, he shook his head vigorously, and finally nodded in agreement.

She wanted to say something more, but the person in her arms was silent. The slender fingertips slid down her cheeks, and she knew that those beautiful peach blossom eyes would never open again.

Looking at his cold body, she finally couldn't help but cry.

At that moment, she finally remembered everything from her previous life. Those memories of him were all in her head.

It was Jiangnan in March of fireworks, she stood in the shade of a tree, beckoned to the man in red, "Xianggong, come here!"

The man's eyes were full of tenderness and pampering when he looked at her, and the two of them walked by the West Lake, like glue.

She remembered that she had only been a mortal in her previous life.

They met in the south of the Yangtze River on April days in the world, met, got to know each other, and finally... They're together.

The immortals fell in love with each other, angering the gods, and the moon god, who was in charge of the marriage, set a curse on them in order to punish the two.

Curse them for eternity, love each other but not love each other, if both of them remember the past, one of them will surely die.

In the last life, before Qingjiu died, she only hoped that Meng Po would make her an emotionless stone in the next life, so that she would not have feelings, but who knew that she had devoted herself to the spirit stone in this life and became a spirit person.

That's why Hua Wuyan didn't tell her about their past lives.

The rain was still falling, and the cold wind was blowing on her cheeks like knives, and the night was so cold.

She couldn't cry and hugged him silently, and when the sky was about to dawn, the evil gods around the corner of the alley were waiting impatiently, and a thin figure covered in blood staggered out of the darkness of the backlight of the alley.

The woman stood in front of the evil god soaking wet, her head bowed so that people could not see her expression clearly.

"Father, do you still count if you exchange your heart for freedom?"

The evil god looked at the thing in Qingjiu's hand and showed a difference on his face: "Of course it counts." ”

The woman handed the bloody heart in her hand to the man, then knelt down expressionlessly, kowtowed to the man, and said, "For so many years, Qingjiu is very grateful to my father for taking care of the Buddha. Today, the wine is goodbye. ”

The woman turned around and walked into the night. The evil god sighed silently as he watched his thin back disappear into the night.

Those thousand-year-old father-daughter friendships are afraid that they have been broken tonight.

An admiral stepped forward and clasped his fists and said, "Lord Evil God, do you want your subordinates to chase the Qingjiu girl back?"

The man waved his hand: "That's it, let her go." ”

After all, God doesn't lie. If you say you want to let her go, you want to let her go.

When Qingjiu walked to a place that everyone couldn't see, he suddenly fell softly to the base of the wall.

Her cheeks flushed, and she closed her eyes and breathed hard. Because of this rain, she was sick.

Her forehead was hot, and the man's words echoed in her ears.

"Jiujiu, promise me that with my heart, I will exchange freedom with the evil god and live well. ”

"If there is an afterlife, I will block out the sun and drive all the gods who prevent us from being together from the Nine Heavens, wine, and when the time comes, you must wear red clothes, so that I can recognize you at a glance in the crowd, okay?"

This is the meaning of the flower without a feast, and Qingjiu did it.

Qingjiu's heart was so painful, and the freedom he had exchanged for his life was as if breathing was a mistake.

In the night, the crowd of the previous Ling Street riot has dispersed, this generation, except for the sound of rain, there is no other sound, suddenly, a fairy wind and bones of the young man in Chinese clothes walked towards this place, in the dark, the young man is surrounded by golden Lingze, even if there is no umbrella, the whole person is not a drop of rain.

The young man looked at the woman in the corner, and conjured a folding umbrella out of thin air and blocked the woman's head.

Qingjiu squinted and raised his head, smiling kindly at the young man.

"Little friend, it's even more exposed, why don't you go home and hide here alone?"

Qingjiu bit his lip, shook his head and said, "I don't have a home." ”

The young man smiled when he heard this: "I am the Heavenly Monarch of Lingze Immortal Mountain, if Xiaoyou has no home to go back, are you willing to go back with me?"

"If you go back with me, I can teach you the spiritual power and body method, so that it may be helpful to Xiaoyou today. ”

Thinking of Hua Wuyan's entrustment before his death, Qingjiu looked at the young man and nodded silently.

The young man in Chinese costume continued to ask good-naturedly, "What is the name of the little friend, can you tell me?"

The woman clenched the hairpin in her hand that the man gave her, and what came to her mind was the man's smile.

When she raised her head, she said, "No feast." My name is Hua Wuyan. ”

The dark clouds on the horizon were dispersed, and the rain still stopped completely. At this moment, the night had dispersed, and a beam of morning light tore through the night, and gently sprinkled on her cheeks, and she raised her hand to block the blinding beam, and stood up from the ground with difficulty.

From then on, wearing the red clothes he loved to wear, and saying the words he loved to say before, he actually smiled, and he was also as bright and enchanting as a man in red.

She wants to live with his expectations and live like him.

From now on, there will be no more wine in the world, and her name is Hua Wuyan.