"After that, I never gave anyone a fortune teller, and your prophecy was not calculated by me, but given to me by heaven."

The woman in red pointed to the sky above her head, "I just vaguely saw you in a dream, so I knew that you would come to the Old Mother Palace, and in the Old Mother Palace, it was just the beginning of everything." This time, I don't want to tell you what happened according to Destiny. ”

"Little moss, there are some choices in life that can only be made once, and some decisions can never be turned back."

"I can't go back for a long time."

"When I was in the Old Mother's Palace. Everyone is very good to me, my brother is very good, the teachers are very good, my classmates are also very good, I live a warm and sheltered life during the day, but the pain and hatred in my heart have not diminished in the slightest. ”

"Every night, when I go back to my room, when I lie down to sleep, as soon as I close my eyes, everything in the Jinghe River happens again and again in front of my eyes, and the soul screams all night, and the road is full of blood and flesh."

"There is blood on the soles of my feet, blood on my hands, blood in my eyes, blood all over my body, you know, I can't sleep!"

"As soon as I closed my eyes, as soon as I closed my eyes, I saw my father and aunt's face covered with blood, and as soon as I closed my eyes, I saw Bailian smiling at me and falling into the lake!"

"I'd rather be the one who was eaten, and I was the one who would rather die! I'm the most damned one! ”

"But I don't dare to die, it's not that I haven't tried to go with them, but I can't, I want to live, even if it's to survive, even if it's to live like a dog, I want to live."

Memories are not like wine, the longer they are sealed, the more mellow they become, and sometimes they are jackals, tigers and leopards imprisoned in purgatory, and once released, they become out of control.

600,000 living people with 600,000 blood, they died without corpses, wailing in Wang Xiaotao's ears day and night, and Wang Xiaotao built 600,000 graves for them in his heart.

Sighing, the woman in red pointed her finger towards Wang Xiaotao's forehead, "I don't know who killed your friend, all I can see is this picture." ”

A little coolness between the eyebrows, Wang Xiaotao closed her eyes, and finally saw the red blood mud under the layers of begonia flowers, and finally saw a golden foot shaking the blood mud on the sole of the shoe in disgust, stepping on the red on the ground and going away.

Not far away is the Tianhou Temple, where the gods have finally abandoned her most devout followers.

Her lotus was trampled into a pulp by this golden boot, no one knew about it, no one cared about it, and after that, day by day, it rotted in the falling flowers, gradually becoming foul from sweetness, and exuding an unpleasant smell.

No one in this world cared about her leaving.

Her flesh and blood are still silently rotting under the begonia tree in front of the gate of the Tianhou Temple, and no one has gathered it.

But this shouldn't be the end of Bailian, this should be someone like herself, Bailian is so good, she should be the first dancer in the world.

And then become famous, and die in the crowd, under the gaze of admiration and love, instead of being ignored like this.

"I don't know whose shoes this is, you ······"

"I know."

Wang Xiaotao had a white face and whispered, not only did she know, she even hugged this boot and this foot with gratitude.

Such a special pattern will never be forgotten once you see it.

It was the second god she had ever seen, Kim Nam-jing.

Saving the suffering, Jin Nan was shocked.

The immortal who was covered in gold and shining, the general in charge of the execution of Qiantang on the dragon platform, gave her the red scale dagger as a gift.

Wang Xiaotao didn't tell the woman in red whose boots it was, but just sat quietly, and the woman in red could feel the breath of the girl next to her unexpectedly very calm.

She thought that Wang Xiaotao would be unwilling and resentful, would mock a few words of fate to make people, and would scold or cry.

But Wang Xiaotao just sat quietly on the threshold, looking up at the rising sun.

The woman in red knew that this tranquility was not like the actual turbulent tide of the sea without wind and waves, but like a huge and boundless lake, where the still water flowed deep in an unknown place.

It's a very serene rage, a chilling rage.

This child seems to have grown up a lot overnight.

"Do you know who that dragon you killed is?" The woman in red asked.

Wang Xiaotao shook his head, and found that this move was extremely stupid, the woman was wearing an eye patch, how could she see her reaction, and said, "He said that he was from the East China Sea, but he only said that. ”

The woman in red sneered, "That dragon is not a nameless person, it is the famous Jinghe Dragon King." ”

The Dragon King of the Jing River?

Wang Xiaotao remembered the story that had been widely circulated before, the Dragon King of Jinghe made a bet with the mortal warlock Yuan Shoucheng that in order to win or lose, he tampered with the amount and time of the rain, and was beheaded by the Heavenly Court, and Wei Zheng personally supervised the execution.

For this reason, the emperor also had a nightmare for a long time, feeling that he was haunted by unjust spirits, and recruited capable people from the people to interpret his dreams.

Isn't he dead?

How did it appear in Lishan?

Thinking of the deep knife marks on Ao Shun's neck, Wang Xiaotao instantly believed that Ao Shun was the Dragon King of Jinghe.

"That's the doppelganger of the Dragon King of Jinghe, he was pushed up to the dragon platform by Wei Zheng, but he was cunning by nature, he dared to escape the punishment of the heavenly court, and his soul escaped from the body, and somehow he fell to Lishan Mountain, but you picked up a leak."

"Time is also fate."

The woman in red shook her head, she didn't ask Wang Xiaotao why she killed this dragon, and Tiandao sent him to Wang Xiaotao, which could be regarded as a wronged debtor.

Back then, if the Dragon King of Jinghe had disciplined his godson well, everything would not have become what it is now.

Wang Xiaotao felt that her mouth was dirty, and she reached out and wiped her lips vigorously.

It's also a shame that Ao Shun can think of hooking up with himself as a minor, he is a thousand-year-old cucumber, and kissing him by himself will reduce his life span by ten years!

Don't those immortals and mortals feel guilty when they fall in love?

Mortals have only been around for decades, and the immortals are hundreds of years old and thousands of years old, calling them old grandfathers and grandmothers are young, how can they be embarrassed to fall in love with human beings whose lives are like mayflies?

Wang Xiaotao trembled, unable to understand.

If he knew that the object was a thousand-year-old man, she would have been disgusted to death, it was not just grandfather and grandson love, it was simply fossil love!

How can there be any thoughts?

However, there is one thing to say, the skin of the immortals is all first-class.

Whether it is Jin Nanjing or Ao Shun, no matter how old they are, they are all good skins, as for what kind of inside is under the skin, Wang Xiaotao said that he has no interest in understanding.

"I haven't buried dragon scales." Wang Xiaotao turned his head and said.

"I know."

The woman in red smiled and said, "Are you leaving?" ”

Wang Xiaotao stood up and stretched, "Yes, I'm going to run for my life, the old mother's palace is very good to me, I can't hurt you." ”

"Maybe I won't see you again, say goodbye, and talk to another sister about the trouble, I'm gone, the mountains and rivers will be long in the future, each of us will cherish it, I hope we won't have a chance to meet again."

"I thought about it, I have only two destinies in my life, to be killed by them, or, to kill them."

Wang Xiaotao put his bags on his back, didn't look back, and limped out of this place.

Behind her, the woman in red stood up and shouted loudly, "Remember, my name is Xu Mozhi, Daqin Xu Mozhi, the first in ancient and modern appearances, peeping at the heavens, measuring yin and yang, knowing the evil and determining the auspicious, and judging the life of the dead." Remember my name! ”

"Her name is Xu Cheng, the Marquis of the Great Han Ming Female Pavilion Xu Cheng, the country is the king, the people are the first negative person in the world."

"Tsing Yi Xu Negative, Red Yi Negative, Please, remember our name!"

The sun was just right, the breeze was blowing, and Wang Xiaomoss went down the mountain.

(The Lishan dungeon ends, and there are more dragons up and down)