"Quack!"

A jackdaw hissed.

She reacted as if she had woken up from a big dream, and she rushed over tremblingly, ignoring the dirty mud on the ground and staining her black robe, abandoning the Junxian Sword in her hand, and almost pounced on it in embarrassment and despair.

Ten slender and clean fingers were as if they were desperately digging through the old pit of dust.

At this moment, she felt that she was not digging a hole, it could almost be said that she was digging her heart.

Until the palm of her hand touched a piece of clothing that had been eroded by the years, under the clothes, there was a white bone of Sen Ran, and when she touched it, it shattered into white ashes.

The crazy pain on her face suddenly froze at this moment.

She didn't dare to continue to exert force, her movements were extremely gentle and cautious, as if she was brushing away the smell of alcohol from her husband's body on her wedding night.

At this moment, Qishanjun's bloodstained face was surprisingly gentle.

Little by little, she brushed away the wet mud from his body, until the palm of her hand came to his cheek, and the flesh had been corroded clean, and it was a face with unrecognizable features.

She just looked at his face stupidly.

It's so strange, it's clear that the flesh and blood on her face are all corrupted, but why, looking at such a face with only dry bones left, she actually feels so warm, and still makes people think that he is calmly closing his eyes, and he is smiling gently at her with a graceful demeanor.

A tear.

Splashed on his skeletal countenance.

Ten years of burial and decay, but his white bone body seems to have experienced the baptism of ten thousand years, and the splash of a tear melts away half of his dry bone face so easily.

Seeing this scene, Qishanjun felt as if he had been bitten by a poisonous snake, and his face suddenly distorted.

She withdrew her palms and hugged her arms, her fingertips digging deep into the flesh, and soon there were ten more bloody holes in her arms.

Qi Yu ...... Why, are you Qi Yu?"

Qishanjun sat in the grave with his hair scattered, muttering, his purple left pupil was covered with bloodshots!

She burst out laughing, like a vulture hovering above a cliff, sharp, hateful, and piercing.

Every inch of skin is full of hatred, it hurts with hatred, it trembles with hatred, and in the dark eyes, there is a burning abyss fire.

"Hahaha-Qi Yu, you coward, you are hating me! Are you hating me, you left me alone, died in this kind of place, deceived me for ten years! I looked for you for ten years! I prayed like a fool, you are somewhere in the world, waiting for me to come to you!"

The madness in her eyes was fierce, as if there was a karmic fire burning, burning her soul and reason, and she suddenly grabbed the dry and ragged clothes, ignoring the white bones under the clothes and slowly scattered.

Her voice became more and more frantic and distorted: "But, you don't even give me any hope! You leave me alone! In this hell of karma! You leave me alone like a walking corpse! You let me ...... What to do?"

Ten years of life and death.

It is enough for the soul wandering in the world to cross the Lethe River, drink the Meng Po soup, and enter the world of reincarnation.

He is such a desperate and stubborn person, since he is dying alone, he is determined not to let her find it, naturally...... I won't knock over the Meng Po soup again.

And so, that's the end of it?

At the end of the mad robbery and burning, the only trace of confusion left asked himself in his heart.

The heart suddenly ached deeply.

No! No! No!

She doesn't want it to end like this!

If she can't return to the sky, she has to be reluctant!

"Qi Yu, I hate you! I curse you! I will never ......be at peace," she said a word, and before she could say it clearly, her pupils trembled violently.

Among the ashes that rustled down, there was a purple veil with a heart-to-heart preserved, which slipped to the ground along with the ashes.

It was the handkerchief she had used to wipe the blood on her hands and throw it away.

At this moment, it is safely placed in his arms, and it is extremely clean.

The king who was cursing the undead looked like he was cursed at the moment, and tears suddenly burst out of his eyes.

Unable to control it any longer, she screamed and cried, crying heartbreakingly and convulsively.

She fell to the ground in fear, holding his clothes, clutching his ashes like crazy, and crying beyond recognition.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.................."

She began to apologize like crazy, took her coat with trembling hands, wrapped the ashes little by little in despair, and then hugged her tightly in her arms like a lost child, her face constantly intertwined.

Struggle, pain, despair, sadness, hatred, madness.

Finally, the end of these emotions.

There is only one Qi Yu.

She seemed to have returned to the cold hall of that year, sharing the bed with him, holding him and whispering softly.

"Qi Yu, do you complain to me for refusing to go with you back then?"

"Qi Yu, are you angry and want to give me hardship?"

She closed her eyes, tears slid down, but the corners of her mouth were in a trance with an abnormal smile: "No, it's not like this, back then, I was defeated in the sinkhole, and what supported me to come back was not the dignity of the king and the responsibility of the world, it was you, it has always been you." ”

"Qishanjun doesn't just know how to move forward, don't know how to turn back, as a king, I don't have the ability to please people, but for you, I am more serious than anyone else. ”

"You ask me, would you like to go with you, I am willing, Qi Yu ......" She choked up and was aggrieved: "At that time, I said that I didn't have to wait for me and let you go, that was a lie to you, in fact, the little sister of Qishan was ......"

She curled up, hugged the ashes in her arms, and murmured in a low voice, gentle and gentle: "This life is short, and I am not happy without you." ”

"Back then, I thought that if I was glorious in my hometown and subdued the frontier, I would take off the shackles of this imperial robe, but I couldn't do it...... Qi Yu ......"

She began to cry: "In the battle of Tiankeng, the army was defeated like a mountain, my brother, my soldiers, let me step on their bones and climb up, I carried the lives of 100,000 heroic souls, but even so, I still want to be a selfish and willful person, let you take me away." ”

"But you lied to me, you lied to me, you never told me that you were haunted by cold curses, and this life is only twenty-five. ”

"Qi Yu, you little bastard. "The woman in the grave may be mad, sad and gentle, resentful and cursing, and shy and angry.

She said: "Qi Yu, I am very greedy, I want to be with you, ten years is not enough, far from enough, I want to live with you through this long time, I want to stay with you until I am old." In this way, I can only be ruthless, seek the world, and survive the common people. ”

"It's not because I want to sit on the country, but because there is a you in the world. ”

"Little bastard, you don't wait for me ......"

"You're a liar, I know, when I saw you, I knew it. You're clearly shorter than me, but you lied in your letter to make me think of yourself as a little sister, and it's clear that the younger one is you bastard. ”

Qi Yu ...... Can you be as greedy as me, how can a bowl of water be enough, not enough, not enough, how can you only ask me for such a little, whatever you want, I will give it to you, okay......"

"Qi Yu ......" The snow fell on her cheeks, and her low crying voice was calm and collapsed, almost humbly begging for mercy: "Don't be angry, okay......"

She lowered her head and kissed the ashes through her cloth shirt, and the tears in her eyes poured out uncontrollably: "I don't blame you, I don't blame you for hurting me, I don't blame you for going against me, as long as you let me find you, okay......"

It's another cold winter.

The snow was silent, and the weeping was desperate.

In the thirty-seventh year of Tiange, Qishan Jun fell.

......

......

The morning breeze and spring are gradually thickening, and the rustling of forest leaves in the mist is like a long night that will disperse the ghosts and ghosts under the central government by the morning light, and they will flee.

Ling Tiansu sat on a bluestone, with a jade scroll on his knees, the light on the scroll gradually dissipated in the morning light, and the scroll was blank and could no longer be seen.

He let the scroll spread out and froze for a moment.

It seems to be gradually merging and assimilating the memories in his mind.

The corner of his eye was slightly cold, and he looked at the surface of the stream.

Reflected in the water, there was a shallow hoarfrost between the young man's eyebrows, and he couldn't help but cough twice, put away the scroll of the gods and demons, and put it in his arms.

He bent down and bowed a handful of water to wash away the frost on his face.

The water of the dry river is divided into two sides, one side lies in the 100,000 red dust, rolling and rushing away, and it is ordinary water.

On the other hand, it is like a mirror, connecting the unknowable mysterious river area, which can hide thousands of stars in the world.

If it weren't for the fact that he had already sold his gods, he had the talent of Qinglong Shenwei, and he had a unique advantage in the waters, I am afraid that he would not be able to find such a small fragment of Ziwei Star.

Rao is like this, he inhaled the ancient water of the unknown and mysterious river region, and he still frostbitten his lungs.

He once personally destroyed Qishan Jun's Ziwei Emperor Star, and powdered it into star dust and star powder that was invisible to the naked eye, and swayed it to Kyushu in the world.

In this way, even if Qingcheng Sacrificial Wine had a stable chance of winning back then, he would never have imagined that Qi Yu would be so ruthless and destroy Qishan Jun's natal stars with his own hands.

Qishanjun lost his people and the emperor star, and Qingcheng Sacrificial Wine was not able to get what he wanted.

In this conspiracy battle, although Qi Yujun paid an extremely painful price and failed to succeed in the end, this does not mean that his ending is a failure.

It doesn't matter what kind of identity Qingcheng sacrificial wine is, what kind of character it plays in the divine realm, Emperor Star was destroyed by him in the world by his devastating means, even if he has the means to defy the sky, he can't reunite Emperor Star back then and accept it for his own use.

And he planned his whole life and set up a ring of conspiracies and conspiracy, the purpose of which was to come for that emperor star.

In this way, even if he turned into ashes in the world, he would naturally not be willing to give up.

Qi Yu is not only a cultivator and a refiner, but also a strategist, who lives in the Xuan Crown, with the smell of mountains and forests, and in the forest springs, he also contains the economy of the Lang Temple.

What's more, under the gentleness and leisure, there is a heart of unhurried gambling.

(ps: Thank you for the huge support of the cutie "Ah not omitted", and thank you for the "" of the little pants, Beibei kneels to thank you.) ）