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The atmosphere of winter slaughter is no more.

Some people did not change into spring clothes in order to fit the season, but still wrapped themselves in a tight-fitting fox fur, and quietly climbed the mountain when the camellia that had experienced a whole season of cold winter baptism showed its vitality.

But not to the top of the mountain, but to the mountainside.

This move is undoubtedly surprising and incomprehensible.

Everyone knows that the top of the mountain is the best place to take in the scenery, and the mountainside is just a condensed reflection of some of the scenery.

Since ancient times, except for those who are mentally weak or physically weak, they will deliberately stop at the mountainside and even below, and others will not stop until they reach the top of the mountain.

She certainly knows that, too.

However, she did not hesitate to abandon the rare grace of the mountains and camellias, and went straight to the spacious but deserted wooden house on the mountainside.

Many years ago.

When she was not the master of the Rakshasa Gate, and Liu Chengfeng was not the current overlord of the Demon Gate, this wooden house was lively for a while.

She hadn't seen it herself, but she could imagine the beautiful scene of people resting in this wooden house after a day of hard work and cultivating flowers.

It's just that that kind of imagination is not the reason why she has to come to this mountain belonging to the Heavenly Demon Gate every once in a while, and stop for a long time in this long-uninhabited wooden house.

The relationship between the Heavenly Demon Gate and the Rakshasa Demon Gate is not the worst.

The relationship between her and Liu Chengfeng is also not bad.

However, in this world where each has its own interests that need to be considered, good and bad, good and evil, many times not only has no clear definition, but also has no real meaning, it is likely that the other party is just because of a temporary idea, can not get along with people who have no deep hatred for each other, or even simply kill them!

From a little girl who doesn't know people to a powerful Rakshasa master, she has a deep understanding of this that others can't understand.

Compared with Shen Yinzhu, who appears behind the scenes most of the time, always pushes Chu Dongliu in front of the stage, and is at ease as the Queen of the Night, she actually has more responsibilities and burdens, because she not only has to be on guard against dark arrows at all times, but also beware of those open guns that mean something, and she has to turn a blind eye to the chess pieces placed by the people who have helped her.

Tired.

Tiredness that is difficult to describe in words.

Everything that exists, so to speak, is not the life she originally wanted to live.

However, for a woman who has long been gradually lost in the unpeaceful world and is getting farther and farther away, what she lacks is not only the care that a man should give, but also the opportunity to return to her original intention.

She was deeply tired of the status quo that could not be changed.

It's just not beyond words.

But she still plans to live, and she intends to stay, because she has not yet found a suitable reason to leave, and she still has to wait for someone here.

Someone who said he would come back.

"The mountains are full of flowers, thank you and bloom again, and I will come again. ”

A word that was not many words, but she remembered it firmly.

Twelve words.

Twelve days.

She didn't know if he had deliberately created such a coincidental situation.

She didn't know how much the Rakshasa Heaven she had planted in his body would have an impact on his future.

She only knew that the man who had always been deep and punctual had inevitably broken the appointment after all.

......

The flowers have bloomed again.

But they did not come again.

Just like a year ago today.

Yu Feixian, who was still wrapped in a tight fox fur, stood at the door of the wooden house.

There was neither entry nor knocking.

She couldn't sense his presence, she couldn't discern his direction.

She had no better choice but to continue the waiting, which might have been pointless.

This kind of taste seems to be much more uncomfortable than when she was suppressed by Liu Chengfeng with the advantage of the Enlightenment Realm and the demonic energy of the Eight Desolation Demon Beads.

In this situation, she should be sad and qualified to be sad, but she is like a puppet who has dug up all her emotions, standing at the door in a daze, not moving an inch, not shedding tears.

As the soft spring sun brushed her almost impeccable beautiful cheeks, her gaze gradually changed slightly.

No more hollow, no more godless.

However, it is still not as warm as the sunlight that can be held in the palm of your hand.

She stood in place, looking at her palms that were as slender as onion roots and as white as jade, a little nostalgic and a little emotional.

What I miss is the beauty that is gone forever.

What I feel is the sin that is invisible on the surface.

Who would have imagined that the warm palms unique to this pair of beauties were actually stained with the blood of more than a thousand people, and they had touched enough white bones to be piled up into a wall?!

The white bones formed a wall, and she crossed the wall.

Red blood is the river, and she crosses it with her skirt.

Over and over again, day by day.

finally survived to the current status and changed into what it is today.

Among them, the taste is not enough for outsiders.

But so far, there has not been a suitable "outsider" in this world who has sat down and listened carefully to her inner voice.

There was originally such a person.

Not suitable at first.

Later suitable.

It's a pity that when it is not right, she thinks about how to turn him into the sharpest sword in her hand.

Later, when he was right, there was no need to follow her ideas, let alone listen to her inner voice.

If there is no chance of change, we can only make mistakes, but we cannot be wrong to the point of no return.

So she thought about it for a long time, and instead of killing him, she gave him many opportunities to end her own life.

He made such a detour, but he just planted a Rakshasa Heaven in his body, which was indistinguishable from good and bad, and unpredictable and vicious.

It's like a loss-making business.

Luckily, she never saw herself as a businessman.

Besides, just because she loses in one place doesn't mean that the other side will suffer the same loss.

At least she still has the Rakshasa Demon Gate.

At least the last time the winner of the Demon Gate Martial Arts was the little apprentice Jade Rakshasa Jade who she watched grow up.

At least, the Eight Desolation Demon Beads, which were coveted by both the righteous and demonic realms, were also left by her own mark.

......

I couldn't see the way forward, as if I was shrouded in a layer of fog.

What the outcome will be in the future is also inconclusive, as if it is covered by a piece of gauze.

But, at most, it's just death.

The rain concubine string who was facing the wooden door laughed a few times, and after the sunlight quietly slipped away from her, it seemed to sweep away the haze in one fell swoop, no longer sentimental, no longer meditating on life, and changed back to the Rakshasa master, the more well-known rain concubine string.

When she looked at the wooden door for the last time, she obviously didn't have much expectation, and most of her eyes were full of excavations and burials of the past.

It's like tearing off a piece of flesh and skin on your own body.

Refuse!

Tragic!

The moment she turned around, she clearly knew that she was about to break through and achieve the realm of enlightenment in a few days.

But there was also something she didn't expect to happen in front of her eyes immediately.

The man who had kept her waiting for more than two years had stood in a straight line with her at some point.

As soon as she turned around, he looked at her head-on, looking at each other.

Shock crossed her face.

There was a burning heat in his eyes.

After a long absence, he held a sword in one hand and plucked the sword with the other.

The two were speechless.

But it is better than the impact of thousands of troops!

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