Duan Huan nodded, "You want to arrest me?"

"No, I'm waiting for you. ”

Huanhuan's face finally changed slightly, "Are you here to avenge him?"

Makihara pursed his lips and glanced at her again, "I just thought you should come, so I'm waiting here." Revenge can't be talked about, he killed you, you also killed him, the two of you have been entangled for thousands of years, right and wrong, who can say clearly?"

Huanhuan's eyes twitched slightly, "Do you know my identity?"

But she has never taken off the lock hairpin in front of people, and the world has never seen her true face. The Six Realms all thought that they had killed Yuen Long, but the gods of Muyuan said that they had been entangled for thousands of years, and they clearly knew her identity.

Once her identity is revealed, the first person to suffer is her father.

Just concealing her identity, her father and mother will not escape the crime.

As if to see through all of Huan's concerns, Mu Yuan said: "Do you remember the last time you quarreled with Yuen Long and ran out of Lanyue Pavilion, but dropped your hairpin?"

After thinking about it for a while, he remembered that night the god of Muyuan had sent Fang Yuan to find the hairpin and come back.

Presumably it was at that time that he showed his feet.

No wonder, when the god of Makihara looked at her that night, he looked strange.

Huan said: "Then you come to ...... today"

The god of Makihara looked at the mountains in the distance, his vision was a little wandering, "I just think he died a little wronged, so I'm waiting for you here." ”

He pursed his lips with joy, but he was displeased, "Why is it wronged?"

A mocking smile appeared on the face of the god of Muyuan, "Originally, you must say that you have made up your mind before." But I really saw you, but I didn't know whether to say it or not. ”

"When did the god of Makihara hesitate to do things like this?"

"What if you found out about this and regretted killing him?"

Huanhuan's pupils constricted slightly, and he said coldly: "After he died, I never had a moment of regret. ”

The god of Makihara looked at her with a pair of dark eyes. After a long time, his thin lips opened lightly.

"He... I know who you are early on. ”

He was stunned for a moment, and turned his head to look at him.

After a while, she said in a deep voice: "Impossible." ”

I told him. There was some compassion in the eyes of the god of Muyuan, "After I recognized you that night, I hesitated for a long time, only worried that he would be in deep trouble with mud feet, so I told him when you were still in the Nine Heavens." ”

Huanhuan's mind suddenly went blank for a long time.

At the bottom of my heart, it seems that something has hit me hard. A numb and painful sensation instantly rushed to every corner of her body, and her fingers curled and clenched into fists.

She wanted to escape, she didn't want to listen, but the voice of the god of Muyuan was faint, but it seemed to have the power to pierce her heart with ten thousand arrows.

"He hopes that your hairpin will keep you forever. He said he was willing to gamble. ”

- Boom.

It seemed as if something had exploded in his head, and he only felt that his feet were weak, and he almost couldn't stand on his feet.

She seemed to have only one sentence left, her lips trembling, and she kept repeating, "It can't be." ”

"The Heavenly Emperor gave him two choices, either hand over you, or bear the eighteen desolate thunders, and degrade the wilderness to defend the mountain for a thousand years. I warned him that you are menacing, and I am afraid that you are not good. But he insisted on going his own way, and after all, he died here. ”

The wind on the wild seems to be much stronger.

Mixed with a cold drizzle, it blew on her face.

She seemed to remember the first time she saw Yuen Long.

He came out of nowhere, holding a long sword and a pair of cold and lonely eyes. In March, the peach blossoms were flying, and a piece fell on his eyebrows.

The girl's face was sad, resolute, and finally all calm.

She said softly, "So what. ”

The god of Muyuan stared at her for a while before sighing, "I didn't know that the princess was such a heartless person. ”

Silence as much as you can.

After saying this, Mu Yuan Shangshen pursed his lips, and finally couldn't help but say: "Leave early and live well." ”

Happy to lower your jaw a little, it's a good answer.

She hiked to the top of the mountain.

The clouds and mist on the mountain are kind and hazy, as if stepping into a fairyland. Then, with a flick of her sleeve, she broke the barrier without hesitation.

The golden light of the enchantment dissipated instantly.

From afar, the god of Muyuan saw the golden light on the top of the mountain dissipate, and the temple where Yuen Long was buried faded and appeared in front of the world. The area around the temple was originally enchanted, and mortals could not see it with the naked eye, but now it is such a majestic appearance.

As if thinking of something, the face of the god of Muyuan changed slightly.

As soon as the barrier is broken, the people of the Heavenly Court will soon notice it.

He stood in the clouds for a long time, saw the golden light dissipate, saw the temple come out, and walked in without looking back.

Finally, he let out a long sigh and said softly, "One is stupid, the other is crazy." What a ......."

The last sentence, but I don't know what to say.

He turned away.

The place where Yuen Long is buried is a temple on the top of a hill, majestic and sacred. As soon as I pushed the door in, I was greeted by the murals of Buddha statues on the wall, shining with golden light, and only faintly saw the Buddha lotus on the beams.

Buddhism is boundless, sinking like the sea, but at this moment, it makes Duan Huan extraordinarily sober.

With a flick of her sleeve, a golden light poured out from between her fingers, and then there was darkness in front of her eyes, and her whole person fell down until she fell into endless darkness.

Yuen Long's body was buried under this mountain range.

As soon as the joy landed, the entire underground instantly lit up.

There is a huge palace at the bottom, in which it is splendid, carved beams and painted columns, small bridges and flowing water, all of which are exquisitely and elegantly designed. In particular, the lobby in the center is paved with pure marble, the stone pillars are gold, and the top is carved with mythical beasts and other objects, which are lifelike.

The entire palace below was silent, and occasionally a trickle of water underneath hit the stone walls, bringing a hint of life.

I was stunned for a moment, and I felt that this place was very familiar, and then I remembered that this place was exactly the same as Lanyue Pavilion.

Walking through a long hallway, there was a sudden dawn in front of me.

Huan Huan was sure that he was still at the bottom of the mountains, but it seemed that he had stepped out of the darkness. Suddenly there was a bright light in front of me, and the daylight was just right, and a wide grassland appeared in front of me. The wind blows the trees, the grass is green, and between the vast world and the world, only a piece of green remains.

Thousands of miles are boundless, and only green remains. In the middle, there is a courtyard.

Wan Huan walked over slowly.

She thought she was calm, but her steps were a little staggering. She walked slowly, little by little, into the courtyard.

A coffin appeared.

Heaven and earth were stunned, and he was the only one lying here quietly.

There were chills all over my body.

One step, one step closer.

The man's face appeared in front of him.

Sharp eyebrows, stiff nose, thin red lips, and almost transparent skin. His eyes were closed, and his eyelashes were long, as if he had just fallen asleep.

I stared at him for a long time.

It was just a shell, but it was just an illusion made of the Yuan Shen Bead, and it retained a wisp of his breath.