I wasn't.

Because as long as I dragged others to play with me, they would be punished by their parents, so I was alone from a young age, like living in endless darkness.

After my parents passed away, I supported the entire Flower Soul Valley alone, I was the young valley lord when I was young, and then the valley master, nothing has changed, I am still lonely, others respect me, fear me, flatter me, it's just because of my identity, if I have a choice, how could I ever think of all this?!

I just want to live like an ordinary person, spoiling myself at my parents' knees when I was young, and playing with my playmates...... But I can't, I'm the young valley master of Flower Soul Valley, I must be a person who is decisive in killing and has no weakness!

Hua Wuying stood indifferently in the wind, her still figure stood straight, and the wind through the forest blew her red clothes, which were even more red because they were stained with blood, and they were also full of blood, as if she was standing in the sea of corpses and blood at this moment.

Leng Jiuming was like standing in the Shura Hell in this bloody forest, his eyes as blue as the sea were frosty, and the murderous intent rose in his cold eyes, and the poison of extermination in his body was roaring, like a beast about to break through the cage.

You have the power to destroy the world, this is your pride, you should be proud, why do you emboss yourself?! Try it, killing will make you happy! No one, nothing can stop you, you can destroy everything you want to destroy!

Someone has destroyed your Ice and Fire Phoenix Clan, don't you hate?! Why don't you kill her? Do you want to let her live happily outside and then die a righteous death? Don't wronged yourself for the sake of the common people in the world, no one is worth it!

The hatred in his heart was infinitely magnified, and the ever-amplifying hatred was churning and rising in Leng Jiuming's heart, as if there were suddenly cracks, allowing him to dig out all the negative emotions in his heart, open them one by one, and spread the flesh and blood blurry in front of him, counting everything, so that he couldn't help but want to shout, and vent all the hatred unwillingly, making him want to tear everything in front of him with his hands, and let the whole world be destroyed.

The woman's singing is accompanied by the sound of the piano, as if it is endless, urging one by one, as if someone has turned into your inner voice, confiding in you, crying for you, and also making people moved by this voice, willing to listen to its call.

Hua Wuying's stiff back trembled slightly in the wind, Leng Jiuming's cold face was expressionless, and suddenly, the two of them raised their eyes to look at each other at the same time, and rushed towards each other......

hugged each other into his arms fiercely, his lips were close to each other, and the hatred surging in his heart was suffocated, the smell of blood spread in the wind, and even his breathing was like he was dying......

All the sorrow and pain, hatred and hatred, all the dissatisfaction, injustice, unwillingness, all turned into blood on the lips, melted into each other's mouths, after the storm but lingering, the bloody breath and pain on the lips recalled their senses, let go of each other, but their eyes are still entangled, complex eyes, are emotions that others can never understand.

They took a long breath, the strong killing intent that surged in their hearts just now had receded, Hua Wuying raised his hand to wipe the blood from his lips, and said with palpitations: "Just now, I almost couldn't help but kill you." ”

Hua Wuying's voice was hoarse, and there were still fine beads of sweat on her forehead, and the ecstasy almost made her kill the person she loved the most, she hated it, but she was also glad that she could hold back her actions.

"I'm just like you. Leng Jiuming's blue eyes were as cold as the sea, replaced by a rare affection, he licked the blood from his lips, and his hoarse voice was depressed, sounding even more bewildering than the ecstasy.

The two people looked at each other and smiled, their eyes turned to the building at the same time, the sound of the song and the piano came from that building, at this moment, the song and piano that can confuse people's minds continued, Hua Wuying pulled out the thousand-year-old cold silk hidden in the hair, let out a long howl, and jumped up, at the same time, another low and long whistle like a magnet went straight through the sky, and the bloody white clothes flashed, Leng Jiuming and Hua Wuying jumped up the building together, close to the sound source and broke through the window.

Hua Wuying and Leng Jiuming still had the wound on their lips that had been bitten by the other party just now, as well as the smell of the other party's blood, which was enough for them not to be controlled by the Ecstasy Heart Song for a while, and at this moment, even if it was not enough for them to kill the person who sang the Fuqin, it was enough for them to destroy the long qin that played the Ecstasy Song.

In any case, this ecstasy must be stopped, otherwise if they go to their senses and fight each other, the consequences will be unimaginable, which is by no means something they can bear.

Angered by the actions of the people who were confused, Hua Wuying and Leng Jiuming broke through the window and gathered spiritual power at the same time, just at the moment when the singing was about to stop, the sound of the piano gradually fell, and they were about to change again, the two of them struck out with a wave of palms, and the spiritual power gathered was like two invisible swords stabbing straight away, and at the same time, two figures, one white and one red, fell steadily to the ground after two rises, and now they are already in the building, in the room where the sound of the piano and the song came out.

Xiao Lou fell silent at the moment when Leng Jiuming and Hua Wuying fell into the room, as if no one had ever sung a song, no one had ever touched the piano, and even as if no one had ever existed in the entire building.

Hua Wuying looked around, there were bits and pieces in the room, all of them were women's supplies, there were rouge, gouache, needlework, brocade, and the incense burner on the desk was curling with thin smoke, exuding the fragrance of a room, before Hua Wuying could identify what kind of incense was burning in this incense burner, Leng Jiuming had already knocked over the incense burner with a wave of his sleeves.

The room was empty, and not far from the windowsill there was a long piano in front of the soft collapse, and there were folds on the fur balls on the soft collapse, and it was vaguely clear that the person who stroked the qin just now had not been long gone.

Someone can disappear under Leng Jiuming's nose in an instant? Hua Wuying couldn't believe it, Leng Jiuming's phantom step may not be as fast as a ghost, is it because the woman who is stroking the qin and singing is too fast, or is Leng Jiuming's injury still unhealed and can't be displayed? Hua Wuying threw a worried look at Leng Jiuming beside him, Leng Jiuming didn't speak, and gave her a reassuring look, signaling her not to worry too much.

Could it be that the person who sang the Nine Heavens Huan Song was really not a person, but a ghost? Rouge Lin was guarded by a ghost? This kind of absurd and nonsensical conclusion Hua Wuying and Leng Jiuming would not believe it.

Suddenly, Hua Wuyin seemed to be aware, she suddenly raised her head, the thousand-year-old cold silk in her hand shot out, the sunlight sprinkled from the carved latticework of the window, and the cold thousand-year-old cold silk glowed golden in the sun.