The dark red long-haired woman in the eggshell was not afraid of Zhang He, she had been asleep for I don't know how many centuries she sat in the eggshell, peeling the shell little by little, unhurried.

All the eggshells she peeled off would be neatly stacked on her long, snow-white legs.

Her serene black eyes seemed to hide a bright and vast starry sky, flickering with water or starlight.

After peeling an oval vacancy that could be walked out of the eggshell without bending down, the woman stopped peeling the shell, sat in the eggshell, and nibbled on the eggshell little by little, making a crisp click sound of eating potato chips.

She was waiting, she was not in a hurry, even if her life would be taken in the next second, she didn't care.

In the long years of thousands of years, she has seen too many lives and deaths, and she has also experienced the silent loss of her beloved.

Go far, far away, far to the other side of reincarnation that she can't reach.

In the joys, sorrows, and sorrows again and again, she has become a little indifferent to life and death, and gradually numb to seven emotions and six desires.

The woman's eyes were half-narrowed, and she looked serenely at the scripture murals on the wall, like a jade Guanyin.

Her expression was cold, giving people a kind of iceberg indifference that rejected people thousands of miles away, as if she had seen through the red world, and there would no longer be any mood swings.

Do not like things and do not feel sad for yourself, detached, and the temperament is like the vast clouds and smoke on the top of the steep and strange peaks, which is elusive.

Seeing that the woman was so honest, Zhang He was not in a hurry.

He stripped naked on the beach and warmed up for a while under the moon before putting on the gray-blue robe that his mother had prepared for him.

The woman didn't know what was happening outside the pagoda, but by the time she cultivated at this level, she could already sense things in the future, and the closer the time, the stronger the perception.

She drew a red-hilted long sword, and casually slashed the long sword across her bloodless white wrist, with a lazy expression.

It was as if it wasn't her skin that was scratched at all, and the blood that flowed out was not her own, so it didn't hurt or itch.

"Hello, you also use a sword, what a coincidence, I'm also a swordsman. Zhang He, who entered the pagoda, was a little surprised and surprised, he half-knelt on the ground and smiled at the black-haired woman.

After speaking, in order to prove his identity as a "swordsman", he took out the green bamboo sword he used to practice swords in Qixingzicuo on weekdays, and waved it majestically.

"Hohoha, who in the world dares to say that he is invincible, who dares to say that he is invincible in the world. ”

Zhang He's expression and language were not serious, and his tone seemed to be joking.

Every time you swing the sword freely and uninhibitedly, it gives people a feeling of perfection and ease!

The woman was stunned, and after a few seconds, a tear rolled down the corner of her eye, from her expressionless cheek.

Crushed into the back of her sword-gripping hand.

She opened her lips, wanting to speak and stopping, wanting to speak and stopping.

The figure of the young man in front of him, in an instant, perfectly overlapped with the violent and gentle person thousands of years ago.

"Master, you've finally come to find you. The woman's face was ruddy, her shoulders and neck, and all the sensitive parts of her body were dyed with a layer of redness, which was extremely seductive and seductive, and she no longer looked like a young woman with a pure heart and few desires a few seconds ago.

The man who was so rough a thousand years ago was imprinted in her marrow, and the feeling that was deeply rooted in the depths of her soul had awakened, like a tide of madness awakening the most primitive desires of her body.

The woman knew that the master liked to see her kneeling on the ground the most, and the pitiful and appearance of being burned by love but not satisfied, so she crawled out of the eggshell, snow-white and round like a peach, and pouted like a cat intentionally or unintentionally.

Her eyes were misty, and she looked at Zhang He with tears in her eyes, if it weren't for the black hair covering her back and hanging down in front of her, Zhang He would have seen too much.

The corners of Zhang He's mouth twitched, and his mind was full of question marks!

Taking a few steps back, Zhang He held his sword in front of him, "What do you want to do, demon girl, believe it or not, Master Ben overtakes you! Let you, let you walk around without eating! I'm not the kind of person who will be shaken by beauty!"

Is this evil saint phoenix trying to roleplay with him?

"Master, you have forgotten the things of your previous life, it's okay, I will let you recall, now in order to make you completely believe in Yi'er, please conclude a spiritual contract with Wuyi now, Wuyi wants to be your slave for eternity. ”

Said as he knelt on the ground.

Zhang He threw out the unequal spirit contract, and Li Wuyi next, let the spirit contract bind her soul and become Zhang He's "slave".

After the spiritual pact was achieved, a steady stream of memories poured in from the depths of the unclothed soul.

That is the memory that Zhang He left to Li Wuyi in his previous life, and let Liang Wuyi hand him over to the next life.

In addition to memories, there are also all kinds of supernatural powers, kendo perceptions.

Zhang He knows reincarnation and knows that people have past and present lives, so he once looked for his mother's reincarnation in the world.

He looked at the knees on the ground, his eyes longing for his fence and clothes, and his eyes suddenly cleared a little.

In fact, he knew from the beginning that even if he found his mother's reincarnation, that person would not be her mother, because she had no memory of her previous life.

Even if she believed that she was his mother in her previous life, she would not have mother-son affection for him, and she couldn't give him the gentle maternal love he wanted, and she couldn't put together a complete home.

However, if there is nothing on the bridge, once it passes, the future and the past are just clouds.

Zhang He didn't do anything to the fence.

Every time he thinks of his mother under the cloudless night sky, Zhang He always becomes desireless.

I just want someone around me to talk to me, so that I can sleep until dawn with her.

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On the beach, Zhang He and Li Wuyi sat side by side, looking at the sea together and enjoying the salty sea breeze.

After reading all the memories transmitted by Liang Wuyi, Zhang He only felt that he had watched a long movie.

Zhang He will only be himself, and he will only be the son of Zhang Pingcheng, an ordinary person in Ningcheng.

The sound of the waves never stopped, and Wu Yi's face was still flushed, she rolled up Zhang He's robe, looking up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle, "Whether you recognize it or not, Wuyi will follow you, for a lifetime, Master, do you know, if you enter Wuyi just now, Wuyi will really can't help but let you stay by Wuyi's side forever." ”

"Wuyi's lifespan is too long, Wuyi doesn't want to wait for your next reincarnation, and wait for your appearance in the dark eggshell. ”

"As long as I disappear with you and don't enter reincarnation, then I will never have to suffer from lovesickness again, and I don't have to worry about falling into reincarnation, passing by after being a new person, and not knowing each other. ”

"I'm so scared of Wuyi, I'm afraid that the master won't recognize Wuyi when he walks in front of Wuyi. ”

"What I'm most afraid of is that Wuyi has forgotten the past, and I can't recognize you, so I let you walk past Wuyi, just thinking about it, Wuyi's heart hurts. ”

After Liang Wuyi finished speaking, he knelt in front of Zhang He, looked at Zhang He affectionately and lazily, and leaned down to serve Zhang He.

Zhang He refused.

Now he just wants to look at the sea in a daze like a fool, empty himself, and listen to the sound of the waves.

I don't want to miss my mother, I don't want my soon-to-be-born child, I don't want to think about anything.

She rolled up Zhang He's robe and lay down in front of Zhang He's crossed legs, like an orange cat staying by her master's side in front of the fireplace.

She knew that the man behind her was not the person she loved, but she knew that this person would definitely be able to give her full love.

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