It should be a little relieved, but for some reason, there seems to be a sharp tissue paper, which people can't catch from her heart.

It didn't hurt, but it also cracked a bright red and extremely fine blood hole, and blood flowed out of Bobo.

The hand that held the water smoothly shook slightly, the bowl was tilted, and water overflowed.

She withdrew her gaze and looked at her palms that were trembling slightly, her eyes blank.

Putting the bowl in her hand on the ground, she held her heart in her hands, and sat on the dirty ground a little sluggishly, her thoughts were unexpectedly empty for a moment.

She sat beside the pit for a long time, looked at the corpse, and said quietly: "Perhaps, you are the last person in this world to die without any resentment. ”

Bringing dust, she buried him with her own hands.

The mountain is uninhabited and the villages are deserted.

A lonely grave.

The four fields are sad.

However, no one bothered him.

After burying the last vestiges of dust, Qishanjun picked up his sword and walked north.

Ten years of life and death.

Don't think about it, it's unforgettable.

Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation.

Spring has gone to autumn, and she has been in the barren mountains for ten years.

The mountains faintly surround the world, how to find the old people's letters.

The water floods the cape, and it is difficult to find the koi book.

Qi Shanjun thought that in this world, in addition to life and death, other disasters were just bruises.

She was still able to survive the past ten years.

What about the collapse of the Ziwei Emperor Star? She is still the strongest imaginary realm in the world.

What if she loses the hearts of the people and the world? She is still the most powerful king on earth.

As long as she doesn't die, Kyushu won't disperse.

Kyushu is not scattered, the world is not chaotic, the troubled times are golden, the iron armor is still there, and the country has been safe.

However, he was the only one who was not there.

The sword of collapse is being reshaped.

In the past ten years, she has searched all over the mountains and rivers, and has seen thousands of people, like his hair, like his eyes, like his face, but none of them are him.

In this world, among the mountains and rivers, green mountains and green waters, she often sees her face in the reflection in the water.

Eroded by ten years of loneliness, some of them can't find the shadow of that year.

It was a distorted, unrecognizable face, with a pair of heterochromatic eyes staring at ice and snow, and sometimes revealing a hideous color that made her shudder herself.

She thought, she should be running out of time.

Be sure to hurry up and find that person before you become a complete lunatic yourself.

Because.

Love or hate.

She was the only one who had him.

That person is the only peace of mind in this era of war and chaos.

If she can't find him, even if she breaks her bones and scatters ashes, she will die blindly!

Until, ten years later, in this winter, she finally broke through the south wall, and finally achieved the stubbornness that cannot be turned back for the next nine thousand years.

On winter nights, the south wind blows and makes a big fire.

The evil dragon has been dead for ten years, and naturally it is impossible for the fire of the ghost animal industry to sweep the world.

The flames are blazing, and the flames are bullying the sky.

The ink clouds at night seem to be ignited by fire, and the burning evening clouds carry infinite demon fire, which is the fire of the Vermilion Bird.

The whole body is bathed in this firelight

The Vermilion Bird chirped, igniting the ink clouds and burning them all, revealing the blue night sky above the clouds.

Eventually, Suzaku landed on the top of the hill where Qishan-kun was, and turned into a young woman in a fiery red robe, her hair not as black as an ordinary person, but a fiery color between red and orange, like a flame burning and dancing in the night.

The appearance is beautiful, but the eyes are as black as ink, and it is extremely difficult to reflect a trace of light and shadow.

Once a machine spirit, now a demon spirit.

The hairpin that was broken in half was still hidden in the sleeve of Qishan Jun, and the lost and returned instrument spirit was full of demonic energy, looked at her, and bent down to salute: "I have seen the Lord Monarch." ”

Qishanjun did not wear a purple imperial robe tonight, he was dressed in white and white, and the cuffs were embroidered with white threads of the same color to create a pattern of fine branches, and his black hair was lined with a piece of ink by the white clothes.

She raised her cold and sharp eyes, and the phoenix eyes reflected the beautiful and arrogant face of the Vermilion Bird Demon Spirit in front of her, but had to be restrained, and said lightly: "I haven't seen you for eighteen years, you have broken away from the ranks of the machine spirits and regained your free body. ”

The Vermilion Bird Demon Spirit bent his lips and smiled, and his eyes like a puddle of secluded springs also smiled a little more sincerely because of this: "The lord regrets letting me go back to life?"

Qishanjun said lightly: "It was Qi Yu who let you go back to life, not me." ”

Again...... Why regret it.

The Vermilion Bird Demon Spirit looked solemn and said: "I should regret it, if I had not been free, I would not owe Qi Yu a karmic favor because of this, in this way, even if I am suppressed forever and incarnated as an instrument spirit, no one can force what I don't want to do." ”

Speaking of this, her expression darkened, and she lowered her head, and the color of her long hair seemed to have darkened a lot with her mood: "If it weren't for this, eight years ago, I wouldn't have had to take him to the underworld. ”

In the wind and snow, Qi Shanjun's vision was blown extremely chaotic, her cold and cold face turned pale in an instant, and the fingers that pressed Jun Xian's sword were trembling violently, she pursed her pale lips, and took a long breath before she slowly spit out into a trembling voice: "You...... What does that mean? What does he do in the underworld......? What is the ...... What do you mean? I can't find him in the world?"

The Vermilion Bird Demon Spirit slowly raised her head, the red gold flowing demon lines on her cheeks slowly flowed between the snow-white skin, and she moved her lips to speak.

But seeing Qishanjun leaning back two steps, holding the ground with the Junxian sword in her hand to barely stand firm, her body was uncontrollably spasmodic and twitching, along with the sword spikes hanging down from the hilt of the sword, she showed a very pale smile: "Huh...... He wants to go, he wants me not to find him, won't ...... No...... Even if he goes to Hades......"

Speaking of this, her face fell into a brief blankness, her eyes suddenly turned red, and her voice was broken and stubborn: "Even if I turn those eighteen layers of hell over, I will find him!"

Hearing this, the black eyes of the Vermilion Bird Demon Spirit turned stiffly, and she sighed helplessly, and the next sentence directly sent her into the Infernal Hell.

"Doesn't Qishanjun know that Qi Yu died ten years ago?"

The heart, as if torn open by an invisible hand.

She forgot to breathe, but a different kind of scarlet blood spilled from the corner of her lips.

The whole person was hit hard, and he could no longer bear it and fell into the snow.

Whether it was the battle of the sinkhole eighteen years ago, or the battle of the catastrophe ten years ago, it seemed that this woman who could not be crushed by any hardship and calamity, her spine was simply bent, and she fell extremely embarrassed.

The white-clothed slush is like a mourner.

The unconfirmed premonition came true.

Her sharp eyes seemed to have worn out the sharp edges and corners, and a trace of extremely deep bleakness flashed in the depths of her eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

His face was still pale, but he seemed to have regained his composure in an instant

。

Because at this moment, she doesn't know what else she can do except be calm.

Despair and sadness are always reserved for losers.

She stood up with her sword, patted the mud and snow off her body, and turned expressionlessly to prepare to head off into the distance.

But as soon as he took a step, his body shook uncontrollably and fell down again.

The human monarch, the strongest cultivator of the Divine Journey Realm, lost to a snow, in a word.

The fall was terrible, and the white cheeks were cut by the sharp rocks covered with snow, and the blood was dotted like scarlet plums, dotted among the white-clothed snow.

She got up again, shook her head, and her voice was so steady that she couldn't hear anything different: "So what, eighteen years of life and separation, just a death farewell, I'm not afraid." ”

She wiped the blood from her face, a bloody streak from her fingertips, and said, "I said ten years ago that if I don't leave Qi Yu's body in front of me, I don't believe that he is dead." ”

"Qi Yu is a person with great perseverance, he will not give in to his fate, as long as he is obsessed with arrogance in his heart, I believe that even if it is the Yama Ghost King, he will not dare to seduce the soul and take his life!"

The dark eyes of the Vermilion Bird Demon Spirit opened a circle of fire, as if struggling, and as if sad, but soon, the circle of fire dissipated, calming down in the depths of her inky black eyes, and she said slowly: "The Lord is right, as long as Your Majesty wants to do something, you will definitely be able to do it, but I am here today to tell the Lord that you are wrong." ”

"It's not that he was born eighteen years ago, but the lord had already seen him ten years ago. ”

Qishanjun suddenly turned around!

The Vermilion Bird Demon Spirit continued: "Sure enough, the person who knows him best in this world is the Lord Monarch, but ah, Qi Yu once asked the Lord for a bowl of water, and the Lord Monarch also gave him a gift, and he was obsessed with arrogance or something, and he had already scattered in the pit of the Emperor Slope. ”

"Qi Yujun is the lord, it starts with love at first sight and ends with broken bones and ashes. ”

The Vermilion Bird Demon Spirit looked at her with a sad face, and her eyes seemed to be pitying: "Lord, you can't find him......"

The mountain cliffs are windy, rolling up the winter snow, and the most is deep.

The meager light above the sky was swallowed up by the hazy sky, the north wind howled, the whole world became dark, the cold pines that did not wither through the snow looked particularly cold, and the long mountain roads continued in the darkness among the endless mountains and rivers.

Looking at such a world, Qi Shanjun suddenly felt that everything was extremely cold.

This made her suddenly understand that fate makes people.

After all, she is a person.

The heart is like the silence of the night, there is no sorrow, no joy, no words, no hope, no hope.

There is no other person in the world.

Can't find him?

No!

She left the Vermilion Bird and crossed thousands of miles to the Emperor's Slope, which was already overgrown with hazelnut weeds.

Thousands of miles of lonely graves.

Ten years without sacrifice.

The bowl of clear water has long been covered by the wild weeds, and the water in the bowl has long been dried up, I don't know whether it was dried by the scorching sun or drunk by the four wild jackdaws.

In the weeds, only a few mottled fragments covering a corner were visible.

The fragments seemed to scratch her eyes, and her purple eyes overflowed with a wisp of blood and tears, and she looked at the scene in front of her calmly and sluggishly.

Clear...... It's ridiculous.

Suzaku said it right, without evidence or evidence.

She knew she didn't have to believe it.

But why......

This moment.

But she clearly saw the man who would smile softly at her, lying there quietly and peacefully, buried in dust.