Time is like flowing water, leaking through the fingers, and the years that I desperately want to keep can only watch it flow through my fingers, helpless and cruel.

"Heavenly Emperor, Heavenly Emperor—" Emperor Hansheng called to Qingxi, who was in a daze.

For the past three years, the Emperor of Heaven has come to this crape myrtle star every few days, standing on the edge of this spiritual cliff in a daze, his eyes are confused, as if he is trying to find something, but to no avail.

Qingxi slowly turned around and looked at Emperor Hansheng, the confusion in his eyes became more and more intense, only in front of his most trusted immortal minister, he would show such a helpless look.

"Diqing, I always feel that I seem to have forgotten something, it seems to be something very important, and a very important person, but I just can't remember what it is."

Di Hansheng's face was very unnatural, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, and said astringently: "Emperor Tian, have you forgotten?" You were seriously injured in a great battle with Hu Xia three years ago, and it took a long time for you to recover from this crape myrtle, and your memory has been a little confused since then, and it seems that you have not yet recovered. ”

Qingxi shook his head: "No, it's not that I have a confused memory, that feeling is very strong, every time I think about it, my heart hurts unbearably, but I can't remember it." He often saw a figure in his dreams, slender and slender, who liked the pure moon white, always far and near him, he kept chasing and chasing, and every time he was about to chase her, he disappeared again, and he had never seen her appearance.

In the dream, he had a very strong feeling that he was very familiar with the woman, very familiar, but he could not call her name, and could not remember her face.

Emperor Hansheng was silent, in the past three years, he had told many lies, although the starting point was that he thought he was good, for the good of the Emperor of Heaven, for the good of the Heavenly Realm, and even for the good of the Three Realms.

But the sense of guilt revealed from the depths of his soul made him very painful, especially when he saw that the Emperor of Heaven was so incomprehensible, it was even more - he sometimes thought that it would be better to tell him the truth and tell everything to him, Zuo is just a punishment, and it is better than the torment of this ****.

Now that Fairy Lian has married to the Immortal Monarch, except for a few people who gave birth to a limited number of people, no one knows that it is the child of the Emperor of Heaven, the Emperor of Heaven has always been generous, and he knows that his former lover has married someone else's wife, so he should also send blessings.

As long as the Three Realms are not chaotic, as long as the Heavenly Realm is not chaotic, he will be punished no matter how heavy he is, and he will be willing.

It's just that now three years later, and the events of that year are brought up again, he really doesn't know how to speak.

Just when Emperor Hansheng was entangled and unspeakable, Gongsun Quan suddenly swept in like a wind.

"The Emperor of Heaven, the Demon Lord is here." Gongsun Quan saluted Qingxi.

Qingxi frowned and wondered, "Demon Lord? Are flowers dusty? He remembered seeing Hua Dyan once three years ago, when he was seriously wounded, his black hair was as white as snow, standing in front of the Jade Floating Palace, looking up at him who had stepped on the clouds, and at that time, he was holding a woman.

He was holding a woman, yes, Hua Zhanchen seemed to be holding a woman at that time, but why couldn't he remember the woman's appearance?

Qingxi's thoughts were about to fly again, but they were cut off by Gongsun Quan's words: "It's not the flower dust, but the father of the flower dust, the demon lord Huali." ”

Qingxi raised his eyebrows, his eyes were full of surprise, Hua Li died 10,000 years ago, and a wisp of his soul was brought into the world by him, and there was no news after that, could it be that he also cultivated his body to retrieve his memory?

Qingxi rose from the clouds, swept out the crape myrtle star with Emperor Han Sheng Gongsun Quan, and returned to the Taishang Palace.