The feathers turned into smoke and dust, and the flames were like ashes from the bones, and her palms could no longer exert any mana.

The sudden wind and rain roared fiercely in the mountain, and the sky was strange everywhere nearby.

At that time, Shanjun Qingze was throwing pots in the courtyard, and recently, he didn't know why he wanted to play this seemingly elegant and interesting, but in fact extremely boring play. Seeing the murmuring rain coming from the direction of Cishan, he said quietly, "I'm afraid I'm busy again." ”

"Your Majesty, but you have to go to the demon world to walk around. The ghost servant holding the arrow box said flatteringly.

Seeing Qing Ze close his eyes, he smiled evilly, and the delicate arrow responded to the sound of the pot, and suddenly he was drenched in a cold sweat, and then put down the box, slapped himself, kowtowed, and kept begging for mercy.

He waved his sleeves wide and stretched out his hand, "Take the arrow." ”

The ghost servant secretly reflected, this time he escaped a catastrophe, and it was better to remain silent in the future, he considered himself unlucky.

"Do you say that the woman is still in Cishan, and is she still following that girly demon venerable as a demon envoy......"

The ghost servant's scalp was numb, and before today, he was just an inferior servant of Fusang Palace, only doing sweeping work. It seems that because Shengzhou Shanjun refuted Qingze's face that day, he was furious, and most of the ghost servants in his hands were slashed, and the ghost servants of Fusang Palace were greatly reduced. After that, the ghost servants each shirked and did not want to serve on the side of the mountain king, only he was never lazy and silent, and he was pushed here after watching him be bullied.

He didn't dare to answer, and thought that if he really didn't answer, what should he do if he didn't despise Shanjun......

"Your Majesty, small, small, I don't know. ”

"How should Benjun face her, should be killed, should stay, should be ......" His hair crown is newly made, because he is not used to it, so he always subconsciously straightens it, in fact, it has not been crooked.

He suddenly lost his interest in having fun, and walked into the Fusang Palace, a dungeon made of the East China Sea Giant Spirit Stone, as if only there could he have no scruples, he suspected that he had always been a disobedient and wicked person, and would never change because of a woman.

The ghost servant guarding the dungeon said, "Your Majesty, but you want to dispose of this waste?"

In the cold gabion, a scarred red-haired ghost beast was gritting its teeth and enduring the pain, but without a trace of fear. It watched Qingze crouch down, closed its eyes, and deliberately ignored him.

He was not annoyed, and said in a deep voice, "Bi Fang, you have followed me since you were a child, and I have treated you well, why do you just refuse to tell me why you steal the pillow." ”

The trapped beast in the cage still didn't answer, his expression was uncertain, and he glanced at the ghost servant next to him. As he walked towards the dungeon gate, the sound of the god-destroying whip sounded behind him.

Within three days, it would disappear from the world without a trace. The footsteps were like falling into the mud, Qing Ze saw the gate of the dungeon, I don't know when, a butterfly flew in, he was about to kill, but when he shot, it turned into a soft finger, and the butterfly entered the palm of his hand.

It was a pink and white butterfly, like the woman's garment, and like the woman's smile...... But the woman had never laughed in front of him.

He let go of the unruly mortal thing that broke into his heart, and instructed the ghost servant who served on the side, "Take Bi Fang back to the room to recuperate, and the crime of stealing the pillow will be held accountable in the future." ”

The ghost servant trembled, hesitated, and asked timidly, "...... Your Majesty, Your Majesty, this ......"

"Do you want Benjun to say it again? “

A cold air hit, and the ghost servants hurriedly fell to the ground and begged for forgiveness.

Qing Ze sneered, these ghost servants who were afraid of death reminded her that the woman didn't know what to do, and dared to give him a life and death battle letter, but he was waiting, and now I am afraid that he can't wait.

He hated the glory of gold and silver, hated killing, and began to have an ignorance of the relationship between men and women who once disagreed.

What should you do if a woman says that she wants to take revenge on you and take your life for what she must take?

He himself said, "I have lived for so many years, and I never know why I lived, and if there is a person who can rejoice in my death, perhaps I can help her to do it."

Bi Fang was his only friend and the only person he trusted, even if Bi Fang deceived and betrayed, he was angry and murderous, but he couldn't kill it after all.

Back then, when Qing Ze was a child, Bi Yi accompanied him and ambushed him to wander around. In the days of leisure, seeing mountains is mountains, seeing water is water, seeing people's hearts is people's hearts, and there are always countless joys.

Until that day, he bumped into his mother, delicately snuggled into the arms of a strange man, speaking affectionate words.

It turns out that the human heart is the dirtiest thing in the red dust, whitewashed a little, and a mask is buckled.

Bi Fang, my mother, Xin Liu, did something sorry for my father, do you think I should expose it?

Aze, you shouldn't delve into the affairs of the queen, they are adults, we are just children, how can we understand the minds of adults.

But Bi Fang, if the woman you like hides from you and has an affair with someone else, will you be sad......

Aze, I don't understand yet, otherwise, you can wait until I grow up and ask me, and I will definitely give you the best answer at that time.

My mother is a bad person, and I must hate her from now on, because she will pay the price.

Flowers bloom year after year, across the country, even if I am tired, I rushed to come, master, Ji Xuan is loyal......

The years that were lost between you and me will never be recovered.

She smiled when she saw that the Red Emperor's wounds were gradually healing, and the rain had washed away the blood. In the past, she was clumsy and eager, but now she will gently stroke his cheek and say slowly, "Lie Shan Jinrong, I owe you a favor, and today I have paid it off, you don't want to be harmed again......"

"I want to go back in time...... I want to ......" she fell beside him, weeping, holding his hand, and murmuring, "Gu Nian is just a passerby in the dust of time." “

The rain was biting cold, and he woke up to see that the sky was so dark and he had an extraordinary headache. The tactile sensation in his palm was warm, and he spread out his palm, and the red feathers floated into the air and disappeared.

He got up and felt a dull pain in his heart.

As if his memory had been severed by his life, he couldn't remember anything, not even his own name, except for a woman named Ember. But who Ember was, he couldn't tell.

He picked up a wooden branch and wanted to walk forward, but he didn't know where to go, and saw a new green landscape all around.

For some reason, his face was full of tears.

Someone left a bag at his feet, he took the liberty to open it, and the strange flower in the bag caused a cloud of black gas to gush out of his throat, and the flower absorbed the black gas, and immediately withered and shattered.

He was uncontrollable, holding his head in pain, countless memories intertwined in his mind, and a long-lost red light reappeared in his eyes.

I'm Ibaryama Demon Venerable, and I'm Zhongyan...... I am still the Red Emperor, and the mountains are harmonious.

So what, the past is like the wind, through the mountains and mountains, who in the world is not a passerby. But I am most willing to live in the present, like a person who has no heart and has never experienced vicissitudes.

I will not regret the people I love and shelter, even if it backfires, even if I am riddled with grievances.

The storyteller in the world often says, right and wrong are left to the choice of right and wrong, love but can't, get not love, you are a guest of others, others are also your passers-by, everything is vain.