All around was chaos, monotonous to the point of almost blank color, without a trace of life.

The wind was fierce, and there was a shattered void everywhere, and the raging wind tunnel pulled at everything that came near it, even the air, and it was so hard to tear it apart and devour it.

A glittering golden bridge stretched across the void, and there was no place to come from, and it was impossible to see where it was going. A woman in a purple shirt was lying quietly on the bridge, but it was Chang'e, the master of the Guanghan Palace who had been demoted to the Nine Shadows.

Why, I understood it so late! The experience of near-dying in the chaos and turbulence, under the loyal protection of Taijitu, Chang'e did not disappear as she expected. However, at the juncture of life and death, all kinds of the past reappear as if they were yesterday, and they are vivid.

From that day of that year, I met two teenagers, and the trajectory of my life has been entangled with those two since then, and they can no longer be separated.

The green years are like yesterday. Yes, the heroic and majestic Hou Yi and the arrogant Zhao Erlang are two completely different people, because of her, they became brothers born and died, and the deer in her heart was ignorant at that time.

That year, Jiro left and went to a far away place, a place that no one knew.

That year, rumors abounded that Erlang worshiped Yuxu, split the mountain to save his mother, and carried the mountain day by day, which was against the heavens. From then on, there was no place in heaven and on earth.

Erlang, what's wrong with you? Everyone betrays their relatives and leaves, the sky is angry and resentful, is this still the arrogant and arrogant you who help the world?

She was disappointed, she was worried, but he still lived in her heart, occupying at least half of the territory.

That year, Hou Yi became a leader and a hero.

That year, Hou Yi proposed to herself in front of all the falls, she thought hard for three days and three nights, and decided to forget the other person who lived in her heart. In the same year, the bridegroom went on an expedition against the barbarians.

The battle report on the front line has become a barometer of her mood, however, all kinds of bad rumors about Hou Yi are constantly being mentioned in her ears. What a great achievement! Bloody hands! Extravagance and lasciviousness! Cruelty and unkindness!

Yi, what's wrong with you? I should believe you as always! I'd rather believe that Feng Meng, who used to be loyal to us, is a clever hypocrite who disobeys me......

On that day, Hou Yi returned home in a hurry, and she was happy and worried in her heart. She did her best to serve him, and he had a long nosebleed, but she only allowed him to talk at night. In the face of his wife, he respects each other like a guest. What has an affair with Roselle, a bunch of nonsense!

In one night, from life to ambition, poetry, songs, piano and chess, calligraphy and painting. Lang is affectionate, the concubine is intentional, courteous, and stops. What a massacre of women and children, a bunch of nonsense!

At the end, Hou Yi took out a pill and handed it to her, saying that it was the Queen Mother of the West to commend Hou Yi's great achievements in unifying the Chinese tribes, so that the two of them had completed their merits, so they took the pill together, and since then they have soared in the day, and they have been flying in both places. Words are scorching!

It's just that......

It's just that this kind of gentleness and thoughtfulness is quite different from ordinary generosity and heroism. is so unchaotic, which is far from the original passion and passion. Such gentle eyes, clear eyes, deep eyes......

Such a Hou Yi made her intoxicated, and the heroic and upright Hou Yi in a trance coincided with another arrogant and peerless figure......

How did you wake up so late!

That's not Hou Yi, not at all!

Stupid self, the years have passed, the vicissitudes of life, there is only one person in this world who always puts her at the tip of his heart, is gentle with her, and there is no trace of desire in her eyes, only that strong love. Even if he provoked him to scold him, hate him and hurt him.

Why did you wake up so late?

On that day, the day of Houyi's class teacher, he was still obedient to her, but there was more dodging in his eyes, and there was a trace of strangeness in his eyes. It's a wife's sixth sense. It's just that I was stupid, why didn't I find that the look in my eyes was completely two people from before!

On the same day, Erlang returned, which was a happy thing, but at this moment, the three of them were full of embarrassment. She smelled all the smells, he had a strong fear of him, and he had a deep dissatisfaction with him.

The duel was proposed, and the old bridge was too old, and she was jealous! Looking at Erlang, who was aggressive towards her man, she had mixed feelings in her heart. couldn't help but open his mouth to question him, Erlang's answer was full of firmness, "I will give you a good Houyi!"

A promise, a look, she was silent, and strange feelings welled up in her heart.

However, in the end, Hou Yi went home scarred and never mentioned the duel. Erlang has not appeared for a long time. No one knows whether she wins or loses, but Hou Yi has changed, she has really changed, she is impulsive and irritable, and she is not as gentle as she was that day. It was also at that moment that the word Erlang became his taboo, and it must not appear in his ears, otherwise it would be a war.

The rumors of the Three Realms have been disturbed, and Erlang has achieved great achievements and sanctified his physical body. Since then, he has jumped out of the Three Realms and has not entered reincarnation.

That year, Hou Yi went on the expedition again. Soon, Feng Meng came to report, Hou Yi privately met Luo Shen, killed Hebo by mistake, and the heavenly court was furious.

Husband and wife are birds of the same forest, and they fly separately when disaster comes? She can't do it, the tenderness and confession of that night linger in her heart all the time, not for eternity, but for what she once had. It's just that the question mark in my heart keeps breeding, just like the laurel tree outside the Guanghan Palace, I can't cut it down, and I dream back every night. Yi, which one is the real you?

The mutation is born in vain, and the masked faces around him are hideous, and they want to be indecent. Enraged, she slapped him hard. The expected revenge did not happen, and Feng Meng's eyes were a little distracted at that moment, and a desolate, sad, and contradictory emotion permeated the air, which she did not expect.

At the critical moment, she fainted, and when she woke up, she was lying quietly in the bedroom, neatly dressed. I don't understand, who saved her? The only thing I remember in the confusion is the look of Fengmeng, the sad look that seizes the heavens and the earth.

That look, why can't I remember, it's him, it's him! Just like the top of Huashan, he calmly went to death!

Outside the door was Fengmeng's unbridled laughter, thinking of betraying her lover, all thoughts were lost, she took out the elixir. The entrance of the Divine Pill immediately soared by daylight. Feng Meng saw her rise up, and her eyes were complicated and incomprehensible. A figure appeared behind him, but it was an angry Hou Yi. What followed was a thrilling duel, but alas, she only saw the beginning, but not the end. Freed from the shackles of gravity, her figure rose higher and higher, and finally disappeared above the nine heavens.

At the last glance, at a parting glance, I saw my husband Houyi, who was gathering less and leaving more, but I couldn't see him. A strange feeling came to my heart again, and the figure that gradually faded appeared in my mind again, it turned out that after working hard for so long, I still didn't forget him. From then on, life and death will be separated, and the sky will be different.

Perhaps, if you can't see the Queen Mother, you will never know that Hou Yi can't have any intersection with the Queen Mother at all, and the so-called heavenly commendation is completely imaginary.

Perhaps, if you can't see Lao Jun, you will never know that the divine pill that soars in the day only exists in the Qiankun furnace of the heaven and earth of the Eight Views Palace, and at the beginning of the opening of the world, there were only three, one in the Eight Views Palace, one in the Jade Void Palace, and one in the Biyou Palace. Heavenly Palace, how can there be?

Who has such magical powers? Who has such scheming? Now that I think about it, the truth is about to come out. The Hou Yi who has fascinated him for half his life is actually him. Jade Void Xuangong, as expected, is ghostly, and has deceived himself for tens of thousands of years. It's ridiculous, Chang'e should repent of stealing the elixir, the blue sea and the blue sky and night heart. The eternal story that has been praised by the world is a joke.

If it weren't for the shocking change in Huashan, so forbearance, and so outfall. How can he guess that in order to fulfill her and him, he willingly ran away and willingly gave away his teacher's treasures? How can he guess that in order to fulfill her, he is willing to be a villain, jealous, and a wicked person in vain, so as to complete his part of the integrity in her heart.

The truth is always heartbreaking, just like Huashan's brother and sister cannibalism. However, dust to dust, dust to dust, when the truth comes to light, where are you?

The night is blurry, and the moonlight is bleak. Erlang sat cross-legged on the ground, Furui Wubo's face slowly began to twitch, and it was this feeling again, distressed, heartbroken, panicked, and palpitations. A burst of sourness hit, frowning, gritting his teeth, and covering his heart.

The room was silent, and the occasional fox girl's sleeping snort sounded softly. Poor second brother, a pair of gentle eyes watched him from beginning to end, and Anna lay on her side on the bed, her eyes welling up with tears.

Suddenly, a sword light shot in from outside the window and went straight to Erlang's chest. In the middle of the night, Anna screamed, and Erlang's hand narrowly grasped the tip of the sword. In the hand holding the tip of the sword, the blue light flickered, it was an ice shield, and the red light was faint, it was blood light. The hasty and eager magic shield could not stop the assassin's long sword, and the palm of his left hand pierced it. However, Erlang, who seemed to have no pain, firmly grasped the tip of the sword, perhaps icing.

There was pride in the assassin's eyes, but there was chagrin and anger in Jiro's eyes. The blow was instantaneous, but there was a hint of surprise for a moment, and the cold chill penetrated through the sword body through his palm, and then spread upward, and the fighting spirit was stagnant. A chill hit, not only from the body, but also from the depths of the soul, especially at the moment when he met Erlang's eyes.

The killer shuddered unconsciously, and had a hint of foreboding about his assassination. At this moment, an ice-blue ice sword with a cold light pierced his chest. The killer retreated, and the long sword in his right hand was pulled out, but it was not drawn. said that it was too late, and the ice sword had reached the chest, and with a "poof" sound, it entered the flesh for three points. The killer made a decision immediately, threw his sword, covered his chest, shook his body, and fled outward, leaving a string of blood stains outside the window.

It's a pity that there are no people left! Erlang pulled out the thin sword on his palm, and the blood immediately rushed out.

Hurry, too fast, too fast to react. By the time he reacted, the killer had already left. Anna didn't care about the difference between men and women, pulled the sheets, and almost pounced on Erlang's side. Grabbing Jiro's left hand, blood immediately stained his cuffs. With a crying voice, Anna tore off the sheet and bandaged Jiro's wounds.

"Shhhh......h There are accomplices!

The house is obviously not suitable for fighting, and the two women are not neatly dressed, which is inconvenient. Jiro didn't think much about it, slammed open the window, and jumped into the yard.

In the courtyard, there was silence. As the saying goes, the moon is dark and kills the night, tonight the moon is not dark, the wind is not strong, but some people want to put Erlang to death. Four black-clothed masked men jumped out softly and surrounded Erlang. Four black long swords, with a narrow sword body, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, locking on Erlang in the middle.

At this moment, I was not even half nervous in my heart, and I felt very puzzled. Erlang had already put away his previous anger, his eyes were like water, and he quietly looked at the person in front of him. Without saying a word, the four of them made a gesture, and the four long swords burst out with four fighting spirits, rushing in.

The injured left hand trembled lightly in the air, and the thin water vapor spread in circles, the temperature plummeted, and the water vapor turned into ice chips. Although the black-clothed killer was surprised, after all, he was confident, and the killers of the four low-level swordsman apprentices at the peak joined forces to kill a stinky kid, would they miss?

The answer was written on the four stunned faces, yes! Erlang stepped on the center of the attack with a lot of fighting spirit, and avoided all the sword qi in a frightening manner. Under the gaze of the four stunned killers, they broke away from the circle of attack. The ice sword in his right hand picked up the sword flower, stabbed a few swords with a brush, and forced several people to retreat.

In addition to being shocked, the four of them put away their contempt and surrounded Erlang again, and the sound of "ding ding ding" ice and iron intersecting was endless. Such a moonlit night, but doing a desperate fight, it is really a terrible scenery! So nervous, Erlang still has such a grotesque thought in his heart, and he is also drunk.

In terms of fighting spirit, every killer is above Jiro, and in terms of magic, it is not very useful in close combat. The four killers couldn't figure it out, when their fighting energy was consumed, what did this little guy who was still as flexible as a monkey rely on to provide his combat power? Isn't it magic, nor is it fighting energy? Erlang didn't know, he only felt that the dantian was boiling hot, abnormally full, and the bubbling energy of unknown things even continued to overflow into the sea of qi and spirit. Every thrilling avoidance of the long sword, every elusive intersection of two blades, every silent collision of fighting spirit, excites him, is it an innate instinct?