She sat up cross-legged, and circles of divine consciousness rippled out, searching for Fu Tianji's breath from afar and near.

In the middle of the night, she opened her eyes disappointed—she found nothing.

There are only two possibilities, either Fu Tianji's breath is too weak, or he closes his heart......

The cold wind swept up the fallen leaves, the sky was covered with dark clouds, a heavy rain was coming, and the wind and frost suddenly warmed up in her ears, but it was the flaming bird that leaned over and rubbed against her, its big wings fluttering and quacking.

"Do you mean let me ride on it, and you will take me to him?"

The flaming bird's head went wild.

Wind Frost led it under the eaves and patted it: "I lost him, I'll go find him myself." You're waiting here. With that, Frost Whisper's sword unsheathed, carrying her into the clouds with a roar.

**

The clouds and mist obliviated her body, the electric light flickered in the sky, her robe rolled in the wind, and the images of the past were reflected in front of her eyes.

On a certain day in a certain year, the hot spring water pavilion.

A cold and arrogant young man with long black hair raised his head and looked at her sitting on the branch: "Who are you?" ”

She grimaced at him, "I'm your sword." ”

"I am your sword."

"I'm your sword!"

Having said that, she paid no attention to his sword trick, repeating it in his ear every day, chanting a spell to tease him, and watching him get angry with pleasure.

The picture turns suddenly, it is how many years he and she have gone through together, how many battles have they had, one person and one sword, and their minds are gradually merging.

Finally, on a bloody sunset evening, the young man looked at her stupidly: "Shuang'er, say you like me, okay?" ”

is such a domineering guy, he even has to say a confession to the other party.

She turned her face and said with a stinking face, "I don't like you!" ”

The screen turns again.

After an extremely dangerous fight, he lay on the ground, dying.

She burst into tears, calling his name over and over again. He opened his eyelids and smiled weakly at her, "It's noisy." Didn't you say you didn't like me? Why do you cry? ”

She was stunned for a moment, and "hammered" him with a crying voice: "I told you to pretend again, pretend again!" ”

She had no physical body, but she didn't really have tears, but he held her "hand" and looked at her deeply: "Shuang'er, you like me, right?" ”

She looked at the "ten fingers" that the two of them were clasped tightly.

"If only I could ...... human body," she thought.

"If you could enter the WTO, ......," he thought.

The two stared at each other, their foreheads slowly approaching each other—they both knew it was just a luxury.

Actually, it's good to be able to look at you like that.

One evening, she lay down at his desk and admired his pen and ink.

"Your writing is so beautiful, especially the word 'love'."

"This is the word 'accept', silly girl."

She was slightly embarrassed. Suddenly, he said, "Come, I'll teach you how to write." ”

She laughed, "Fool, you can't touch me—" Before she could finish speaking, she really felt herself leaning into his arms.

The slender fingers came up, and he held her transparent hand almost reverently, one stroke at a time, solemn and serious. She looked at it in a daze, her heart sour.

A beautiful night of the Moon Chasing Festival, the moon is as big as a plate, and the purple flowers are fragrant.

The young man took a sip of wine and sighed, "This wine is inferior." ”

She sat on the branch and rolled her eyes: "Every time I see you drinking, I am half hungry, and I can't drink, and you still say that you are inferior?" Tell me what is wrong? ”

His handsome eyes widened, and his beauty looked at her infinitely: "It's hard to say, I feel that there is such a 'strength' missing, maybe one day, you can help me solve this problem." ”

She didn't listen, and looked at his slightly drunken face in a daze, until he asked, "By the way, Shuang'er, you see that I have read so many poems, which one do you like the most?" ”

She tilted her head and thought for a moment: "... Red leaves and green mountains, waking up at dusk, wind and rain or something......"

"Lao Ge is a song to explain the boat, and the red leaves and green mountains and water are rapid. The sunset wine is far away, and the wind and rain go down to the west building. ”

"Ah, yes, yes."

"It's so sad. As my sword spirit, you still like the sentence 'The end of the world is frosty and snowy, and the shadow of the Three Gorges galaxy is shaking'. ”

"Stinky fart! I don't want to. ”

He laughed. Proudly drained a jar of wine, and looked at her with a flamboyant and enthusiastic gaze.

She was embarrassed by him, and lowered her head slightly, but the image of his lips appeared in her head......

Suddenly her face was cold, and large drops of water smashed into her face, waking her up from the memory - the heavy rain had fallen at some point.

- By the way, it was a rainy night too.

100,000 demons, the bloody aura is overwhelming, she and him are fighting to the extreme, she doesn't want him to be distracted, she can't help but hold back the fireworks that have been smelted by Wei Yanyu.

A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the succubus' face that was chanting in her mouth, and her scarlet eyes opened, and her mind suddenly became confused and unconscious.

When he came to his senses, he actually clutched his chest, and buried a frost sword deep in his chest.

She looked down at her hands—blood, all his.

Her heart ached in an instant, and as an instrument spirit, she killed her master with her backhand, and this breach of contract caused her soul to begin to crack.

That kind of pain...... It's hard to put into words.

She saw her body burn like paper, starting from the corner of her coat and burning little by little.

He pulled out the Frost Groan Sword on his chest and used his last strength to force the Demon King back, and at the same time, Wei Yanyu arrived, and she was already unconscious.

She rose into the air like light smoke, and saw the frost sword lying on the ground in a few pieces, Fu Tianji staggered, and shouted at the sky: "Don't go!" Frost, don't go! ”

She mourned.

A fierce spiritual power suddenly burst out from his body, and the dense raindrops turned into flying snow one after another.

The cold wind, the frost and snow, every petal of frost and snow are blazing white.

She had never seen snow so white, falling on his shoulders and on his long inky hair.

She saw his long inky hair turn silvery white in the snow, and he reached out as if he wanted to grab himself in the sky.

"Don't go...... Don't go. ”

The rebellious and cold boy fell to his knees like this, looked at the sky, and begged her not to go, begged her not to leave him.

But it hurts so much, the soul hurts too much. She couldn't bear it, and finally burned it out little by little.

……

Thunder and lightning roared, and time and space flowed.

"I finally remembered everything, but where are you?" She flew in the rain, and the tears that flowed inadvertently from the corners of her eyes formed snowflakes and scattered in the rain curtain.

All the missing pieces of the puzzle are finally put together.

No wonder he has such a sense of the sword; No wonder when they first met, he used a wooden sword; No wonder I love wine so much, it turns out to be a wish engraved in my soul; No wonder he has such long silver hair......

She remembered again that in the Black Ant Demon Cave, she had woken up.

After that ice wall, when she died, her frost power was stimulated, bursting out of the frost flame, breaking through the wall and completely incinerating the succubus that had devoured the jade butterfly's eggs.

But the pain also struck.

The pain of the soul in the previous life!

He hugged himself, and his blazing white palm was about to wipe the frost flower on his forehead, and she struggled and trembled: "Don't, don't ......"

Don't take away my memories anymore.

"Shuang'er, you are no longer my sword spirit in this life, you are an independent self. Don't remember the pain of the previous life. He looked at her tenderly, his glass-colored pupils a hint of sadness.

"But I don't want to forget... I don't... Don't ......" She twitched in pain, but she was still stubborn.

He shook his head: "I don't want to, but I can't bear your pain." ”

She begged her to give her a little more time, a little more, so that she could remember it well.

He agreed.

So she secretly wrote a few words to herself while he wasn't paying attention: Don't believe him.

It turned out that these words were what she wanted to tell herself: don't believe in those appearances. He has a deeper and heavier love for you – a love you can't imagine.

In order to protect her, he would rather keep those vows alone, and he was obviously so attached to those memories.

Why does he say that loving someone is not based on what he does, but by what he gives up.

He did so many things for her, and he didn't even say anything.

How can there be such a stubborn and stupid man in this world!

But in front of the Jinglan Hall that day, she said: "I have my own way to go, and I am no longer the same me I used to be." What you love is not who I am now. ”

How cruel this sentence must be!

Her heart trembled, and her throat was blocked.

"Where are you? Where the hell are you? ”

In her memories, she had flown over the boundaries of Nanjun, Jinling, and Imperial City, but she still couldn't sense his breath at all.

She stood stiff in the rain, letting it dome herself.

I don't know how long it took, and suddenly I was slapped the shoulder.