West Kunlun, on the cliff of forgetting worries.

The name of the Forgotten Cliff is the Red Cliff, as the name suggests, is the place to welcome the sunset, every day the sunset is accompanied by the red reflection down, straight to the edge of the West Sea.

Wangchiya has welcomed the sunset afterglow of countless years, which is wonderful, intoxicating, with endless beauty, and has spent countless joys with the Queen Mother of the West.

But there is always an end to happy time, and sorrow can come at any time. A long life always has to face joys, sorrows, and sorrows, and no one can escape it. More than 500 years ago, the Queen Mother of the West finally ushered in sorrow, like raindrops slowly invading, and also like a surging tide swept in.

That sadness can make people brave and face it, and it can also make people collapse instantly. The Queen Mother of the West has been brave, but she has also collapsed, heartbreaking, like madness, and finally only stayed in the depths of her heart, and can no longer make any waves, only the red silk in her eyes when she dreams back occasionally at midnight, the silent low cry, and the unvented anger.

Wangchi Cliff has become a Forgotten Cliff, and the sunset is still there, which is also wonderful. But her heart has changed, and Chixia is only lonely.

But today it is no longer a single shadow, but two beautiful shadows immersed in the crimson afterglow.

The prodigal son feather and the Queen Mother of the West stood quietly side by side on the edge of the Forgotten Worries Cliff, overlooking the weak water and the filthy land on the side, through the layers of thin clouds and dense fog.

The Queen Mother of the West said, "You have really decided to go down the mountain. ”

The prodigal son Yu smiled lightly: "You always have to go, five years have passed, and Tianwu is about to get out of trouble." ”

The Queen Mother of the West smiled: "You are always so confident, it seems that you are very sure. ”

The prodigal son said: "They have never been able to stop me. ”

The Queen Mother of the West said, "So you just came to pit the deity." ”

The prodigal son said: "It's not a pit, it's just to make more friends." ”

The Queen Mother of the West smiled: "The way you make friends is very special. ”

"Hehe, that's how you can make real friends. The prodigal son said.

The Queen Mother of the West said: "The thirty-six evil wolves in the Killing Division are all extraordinary, and they are the number one killer in the Three Realms, and it is also difficult to meet opponents in the vertical and horizontal universe, you are really sure, or I wish you a helping hand." ”

After five years of getting along, the already lonely heart of the Queen Mother of the West also showed a trace of warmth. Maybe it's not the love between men and women, maybe it's a confidant, a person who can understand each other. Everyone needs feelings, so that they will not be the walking dead, and the deep feelings will always overflow from time to time, and the prodigal son feather has such ability and charm.

Prodigal Ziyu chuckled: "Niangniang will also care about me." ”

The Queen Mother of the West said: "The two of us are now considered to be together, if something happens to you, where can you find a reliable ally like you, you really don't want my help." ”

The prodigal son said: "Everything should be done in moderation, don't be too anxious, lest the other party jump over the wall in a hurry, and then I am afraid that it will be unfavorable to the mother." It's just right now, but it makes them scratch their heads, and let them guess slowly, but it can make them shackle. ”

The Queen Mother of the West said: "The Killing Division is not trivial, you are weak in one force, I am afraid that you will be invincible with two fists and four hands." ”

Prodigal Ziyu said confidently: "A large number of people does not mean that there are many people, sometimes it is an obstacle." Originally, the harvest could make me jealous, but unfortunately today's harvest is no longer the harvest of 500 years ago. It's just that the Killing Division has been accumulating power for a long time, and no one dares to pierce this paper tiger with their own hands. ”

The Queen Mother of the West said curiously: "Receiving from the deity is also a rising star, and five hundred years ago it has made the deity feel a little jealous. Now I heard that his true Qi mana is even more profound, and his killing aura is a soldier who can surrender without a fight thousands of miles away, even the lord of the Yu Republic and the lord of the country with a chest are so strong that they don't need a single stab, and they can be subdued with their own momentum. I'm afraid that my cultivation is not much worse than you, plus the thirty-five gods will join forces, don't be careless. ”

Prodigal Ziyu sneered: "It really doesn't need the power of a stab, I'm afraid he won't be able to stab." His True Qi Technique is indeed deeper, but unfortunately his sharpness has already been broken, and there is only a bluff left. ”

The Queen Mother of the West said: "The deity believes in your judgment, so take care." ”

The prodigal son said: "I have a good impression of my mother after five years of getting along, and I don't know when I will meet next time I say goodbye today, I am really a little reluctant." ”

The prodigal son has an advantage, that is, he will never be polite to acquaintances, so even 'under the bottom' is omitted.

The Queen Mother of the West smiled lightly: "The deity is older than your parents, if you don't dislike the deity for being old, the deity can also marry you with a cheeky face." ”

The prodigal son Yu choked: "Mother... Niangniang is so domineering, I'm just joking, and the ridiculous boy doesn't dare to blaspheme Niangniang, and I hope don't be weird. A hint of blush crept up his face, something he had never felt before.

But there is also a trace of comfort in my heart, at least the Queen Mother of the West is also much more cheerful now. Maybe the sorrow in my heart has faded a little, maybe it's just a disguise.

The Queen Mother of the West sneered: "You kid is mocking the deity, thinking that you have forgotten your humility." But I think Qingluan likes you quite a lot, so why don't you take her down the mountain, how about it? ”

The afterglow of the setting sun seems to have regained some color, not a biting blood red, but a little bright red.

The prodigal son Yu hurriedly replied: "I'm just joking, don't blame the mother." ”

The Queen Mother of the West said: "You don't look down on Qingluan, no matter what point of talent and temperament is not worthy of you." ”

The prodigal son Yu said: "Miss Qingluan is both innocent and lovely, gentle and virtuous, but she is a rare couple. I really don't deserve him, and I don't dare to think about it. ”

The Queen Mother of the West said: "You are just a prevarication, and you are insincere." ”

The prodigal son Yu sighed lightly: "Why should Niangniang knowingly ask, how dare a person like us ask for love." It is a drag on others, and it also makes oneself a stumbling block. ”

The Queen Mother of the West said: "You are just running away, you are afraid, afraid that you will forget." ”

Prodigal Ziyu laughed and said, "Hahaha, I'm afraid." Wait for the day when I am not afraid, I must be the first to ask for Niangniang, Niangniang is such a graceful person, it is all kinds of amorous, like a wolf and a tiger, when it is ripe, who can not be moved. ”

After speaking, he turned into a streamer and went down the mountain, carrying endless ice and snow to the mountain, but he said goodbye without saying goodbye.

The Queen Mother of the West was slightly stunned when she heard this, and was about to be angry, but she knew that the prodigal son Yu had already flown into the dark, so she had to hate it in her heart, and her silver teeth were bitten, but she was put away by the prodigal son Yu.

A faint redness that was not easy to detect also floated up his cheeks, and there was a little turmoil hidden under that calmness. For countless years, no one dared to offend her in such a way. For a while, the prodigal son feather's face was sometimes smart, strong and witty, and sometimes he was a flamboyant tongue, with a hint of cheeky voice and smile that couldn't help but appear in his mind.

The Queen Mother of the West stood on the spot for a while, and the chic and uninhibited prodigal son feather and the figure that had been dependent on each other for eternity kept alternating, but in the end it was difficult to distinguish.

After a long time, he said lightly: "Come out, you have heard our conversation." ”

Qingluan's beautiful figure slowly came out from behind the forest, both apprehensive and gloomy.

When he came to the Queen Mother of the West, he bowed his head and muttered:

"I have seen Niangniang, Qingluan overheard, please forgive Niangniang. ”

The Queen Mother of the West looked at the lost figure in front of her and shook her head and said:

"If you can't bear him, why don't you come to see him off, who can you hide from you by hiding there? ”

Qingluan panicked: "He knows." ”

Looking at Qingluan's stunned and weeping appearance, Queen Mother Xi said with pity: "His words are for you, even if people like him are really interested in you, they will never dare to accept it, you are just adding to your troubles, hey." ”

Qingluan said: "Niangniang, I understand, I know his difficulties, and I won't drag him down." ”

The Queen Mother of the West sighed: "Qingluan has always taken you with you since you were born, in fact, I have long regarded you as a daughter in my heart, if you really can't let go of the deity, I will try to fulfill you." ”

Qingluan cried: "Niangniang, I know that you are good to me, but I don't want to ruin your big thing because of me, since Qingluan has made a choice, he will stick to the end, even if the world returns to chaos." No matter what he thinks of me in his heart, whether he likes it or not, I will wait until he is successful and make a decision.

The Queen Mother of the West stroked Qingluan gloomily, gently hugged her into her arms and said secretly: "Actually, how much better can the deity be." ’

The two pretty figures on the Forget Worry Cliff are immersed in the red glow, quietly overlooking the below, with hope and worry.

At the foot of Kunlun Mountain, on the shore of weak water.

Thirty-six scarlet Shura quietly watched the endless wind and snow that fell in them, what if it was five years or ten years, it was no different from an instant for them.