At night, it was another snowfall, falling in a downstream, pressing a red plum blossom branch to tremble, and the courtyard was full of dark incense.

The heart of the painting and the light sleep together with their backs to their backs.

Although she seemed to forgive him later, she felt the thin but stiff body behind her, and Guang Tongchen felt that she was so alienated from him for the first time, and Xuanyin's death was like a curse, standing between them.

The painting heart himself also felt awkward.

She thought, sharing a bed and having different dreams, probably such a situation.

I don't know how long it took, until she heard a slight snoring from behind her, she took out the hidden lamp from the mouth of her covered heart, hugged it tightly in her arms, and held it close to her heart.

The more silent the night became, the clearer the whispers in the lamp, and when she closed her eyes, her mind was full of tragic images of Xuan Yin being trapped in the sea of fire and unable to break free, and suffering from fire for eternity.

He said that this is Xuanyin's fate.

But in this world, why is there such a thing as fate?

Why do people have to be set to the end as soon as they are born?

She is like this, and Ice Fox Ji is like this.

Why do we have to follow a predetermined trajectory?

She and Huang Ji have both broken free from the shackles of life, why can't Xuan Yin?

The painting heart slowly explored in the chaotic memory, and she still remembered that it was nourished by her painstaking efforts back then, and then by casting spells without dust, Xuan Yin was able to get out of the sea of fire.

She didn't know how to cast spells with light and dust, but it was necessary to nourish with her heart's blood, so she turned her back to Heguang Tongchen and used her divine power to force out her heart's blood.

Drop by drop, the crimson blood continued to drip into the Xuanyin lamp, and the pain of her heart made her gasp for a while.

She didn't know if it would work, but if she didn't, she really wouldn't be at ease.

She thought, if only Chi Ming was here, he would definitely have a way, today she was drugged with the light and dust, and fell into a deep sleep, as if Chi Ming woke her up, but she woke up and didn't see Chi Ming.

In a trance, when the painting looked at the flower branches outside the window, he saw a red dress standing in the snow, and the old demon was smiling evilly at her in the shadow of the flower.

Stunned for a moment, blinked, and pinched herself again, the painting heart confirmed that it was not an illusion, she tiptoed out of the window, and was immediately hugged into her arms by Chi Ming.

"Daddy, where have you been these days?" the painting heart rubbed in his arms.

Chi Ming lowered her picturesque eyebrows, rubbed her chin against her forehead gently, and laughed, "What?

"Dad, Xuan Yin is dead. ”

"Hmm. Chi Ming replied in a low voice, "Then the monk killed it." ”

Painted Heart looked up from his arms, "How do you know?"

Chi Ming replied, "The monk also wanted to kill the deity, so the deity hid out." ”

"How could it be? He's not like that. The painting shook his head desperately.

Chi Ming held her shaking head, "How is it impossible, there is a demon who wants to catch the deity, he wants to use the deity to lure out the demon to prevent future troubles, but the deity can't beat him, so he has to run away." ”

"You talk nonsense!"

"Do you believe that the deity has to die at his hands?"

"I'm not going to let you die. Huaxin held his head, and his heart was in turmoil, "I won't let anyone die for me again!"

"Girl, there are many things you can't decide. ”

"No, I can!" Drawing Heart slammed away from Chi Ming, "From the beginning, it was a mistake for you to resurrect me, it's time to set things right......"