Takezome was completely shocked by Ni Mantian's death, it was too much earlier than he expected, was it because of Shirako's painting, or could she no longer stand the cruel and indifferent self?

It is not easy to cut off the maintenance of one's own survival with one's own hands. He knew that Hua Qiangu had seen it, or rather, he had given up, and even when he reported on the progress of the Three Thousand Demon Killing, he seemed to be unhappy.

She never saw Bai Zihua again, and moved to the Pranya Hall alone. He began to close the house day and night, and when he came out, he feasted in the temple. Watching the demons around him dance wildly, he listened to the silk bamboo piano flute without drinking, and leaned on the couch and fell asleep.

The whole person has changed, no longer cold, but seems to be a little wooden, and it can't be said that it is wooden, but it should be said that she is often distracted, and her reaction to her surroundings is much slower. The tone was light, no longer hiding anything, with a resolute look between his eyebrows, and a trace of sadness, which lasted for a long time.

It's an all-night feast again, and the hangover demons are laughing wantonly at His Highness, and there is a smell of absurdity everywhere. Hua Qiangu seemed to be blind to everything, and quietly fell asleep on the purple couch at the highest place, with only a plate of melons and fruits and a cup of tea on the table. Recently, the excessive consumption of demon power has made her tired, but she has developed a bad habit before, and it is difficult to sleep soundly without the company of Bai Zihua. And when she figured everything out and was determined to do it, she began to fear the darkness and silence. Immerse yourself in the bright lights, listen to the winding, singing, laughing, and scolding around you, and be surrounded by everyone, but you can feel at ease.

Suddenly, a pair of hands reached out to her shoulders and gently squeezed her, and as soon as she grasped it, she slowly opened her eyes. A face that is too beautiful to be real looks flustered and innocent, and the eyes are like the clearest and most translucent crystals in the world.

She sighed softly, and suddenly a hand holding a grape came to her lips again. The other man was trying to squeeze out a smile and looked at her.

"No, you all retreat. Hua Qiangu smiled bitterly and looked up at the bamboo dye next to him. Recently, he always found some stunning men to serve her, and even found a painter to paint a lot of paintings, or directly took people at the banquet like this, and let Hua Qiangu choose. looks like she is going to find a few male pets for her to beat the time, and she is called a meritorious atonement.

It was clear that the two men were more afraid that Takeran was still motionless.

Take-dyed said in a relaxed tone: "Which one do you like?"

"Don't make a fuss, you know I'm not good at men, let them all go. "Because Hua Qiangu likes Baizi paintings, most of the bamboo dyes are found to be dusty immortals, not charming demons.

"The gods can't always be so worried about Bai Zihua, and they should make some plans for themselves in the future. There are many outstanding men in this world, as long as the gods want it, there is nothing they can't get, why bother to obsess about Baizi painting. This is a joy between men and women, as long as the gods have experienced it, they will definitely like it. ”

Hua Qiangu couldn't help laughing: "Aren't you yourself wine-colored?"

Takezome was stunned for a moment and didn't speak.

Hua Qiangu said: "If you have low self-esteem and the scars left by the pond water, I can restore you to your previous appearance." If you excuse yourself to be too busy, now the overall situation has been decided, and the Six Realms are all in your hands. I see that you have nothing to do every day, and you are busy with me, and some of these things are not as good as having a good time yourself. If you don't like that, you know I don't like it either. I know you're worried about me, but you also know that the wine doesn't relieve any pain. I'm very aware of what I'm doing, you can rest assured. ”

Takezome was obviously a little stunned, and she said that he was worried about her, and that they had been in a position of mutual exploitation, hostility, and mutual vigilance for so long. Why does she feel like she's worried about her?

It's been a long time since I've heard her say so many words in one breath, her eyes are all gentle, and even the tone of her speech has changed. Recently, she has indeed been very tolerant of herself, and even connived, whether it was drugged by Bai Zihua before or deliberately provoked now, she has never been angry or reprimanded.

Did she withdraw her cold defenses and go back to the way she used to be, or did she really see through everything and didn't care about anything?

Zhu Ran chuckled helplessly, even if I saw through everything, I would like to see if you can let go of the white painting.

Coming out of the killing place, Hua Qiangu's expression stretched slightly. Every few days she would go to accompany him alone, babbling and muttering to him in his quiet sleep.

Suddenly, I faintly heard the sound of stroking the piano, which was as free as flowing water, and couldn't help but make people yearn for it. Who in the Cloud Palace would have this leisurely and leisurely caressing the qin? Could it be a painting by Bai Zi? No, it's not him, his piano sound has always been restrained, and it is impossible to be so free.

Some curiously looked for the sound of the piano, but I didn't expect it to be so far away, it seems that the person who caresses the piano is not only highly skilled, but also has a very deep internal force. After passing through an unknown number of clouds, he finally came to a small side hall. The simple and simple, snow-covered courtyard is actually planted with peach blossoms, and it is still competing to open under the silver wrap. A man in white sat with his back to her and was sitting leisurely under a tree, stroking the piano leisurely, sprinkling peach petals around his body.

The chest was like a thump, and the back and posture were almost like Bai Zi's paintings, but she knew it wasn't him.

Listening to the sound of the piano, I couldn't help but feel a little wandering from the sky, slowly falling from the sky, standing on the cornice, looking at him quietly. The sound of the piano rises and falls, and the sound of the wind is gently narrated. The happy days painted by Bai Zi on the Palace of Despair in the past resurfaced little by little, and infinite sourness welled up in my heart, but I couldn't stop sighing without tears.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly. The man turned his head and saw that her eyes were full of surprise.

Hua Qiangu is also stupid. The man's ink drooped his eyebrows and his eyes were elegant, as if he had stepped out of a painting. On the fairy posture and temperament, it is not far behind the white painting. But it's not as indifferent and distant as Bai Zi's painting, how to look at it and how comfortable.

It seems to be back in an instant, when Yao Chi first saw her, the flowers bloomed like the sea, the breeze passed like waves, and the white child painted a lotus walking towards her step by step. She lost her soul.

"Who are you?" the man asked her, his voice was like the hollow sound of a guqin on a moonlit night, gentle and a little indifferent, like a breeze and flowing water.

"Who am I?" Hua Qiangu still didn't come back to his senses, just murmured in confusion.

The man smiled, and the peach blossoms all over the tree became brighter, and in front of her was an overwhelming pink that was about to suffocate.

"Don't stand on the roof, be careful of falling, if you don't dislike it, how about sitting down?"

Hua Qiangu fell like a ghost, sat on the side of the desk, and began to get nervous for no reason. The man set the piano aside and filled the cup in front of her. She hurriedly waved her hand: "Thank you, I won't drink." ”

The man laughed again: "This is not wine, this is tea, the name is 'intoxicating world', there is the aroma of wine, but it is not intoxicating, only intoxicating." ”

Hua Qiangu was a little embarrassed, pinching the small cup and taking a sip, it is indeed not wine, but it is more aromatic than tea and more intoxicating than wine.

"Thank you, you are?"

"My name is Mo Bingxian. ”

Hua Qiangu looked at him a little and couldn't take his eyes off it, and sure enough, it was like an elegant ink painting, and there was a trace of coolness in his bones.

"Why are you here? were you captured by Takezen?" But there is such a number one person in the fairy world, why has she never heard of it.

Mo Bingxian tasted tea indifferently: "How can he have such ability, he will only use the Shushan faction to blackmail me." ”

"Are you from Shushan?Is it a newly accepted disciple of the head of the Sword Wind Sect? I haven't heard of you before. ”

"Of course you haven't heard of me, I don't care about the world for many years, and Jian Feng is considered my apprentice, if I accept an apprentice. ”

Hua Qiangu was a little stunned: "I'm sorry, have you been forced to come to the Cloud Palace for a long time?"

"It didn't take long to be the same everywhere. What's your name?"

"I'm ......," Hana Chigu stood up, "I should go." ”

Finally, there was someone who didn't hate her, and wasn't afraid of her, just stay at this moment, and let Takeran let him go as soon as she went back.

Mo Bingxian didn't ask any more questions, and watched her leave in a panic, and couldn't help but bury her head in tea with some amusement. Not long after, another person flew in the sky, it was bamboo dyeing.

"How's it going?"

"It's so boring to lie to a child. There was a hint of mockery between Mo Bingxian's eyebrows: "I thought the demon god was such an amazing three-headed and six-armed monster or a cold femme fatale." It's really a waste of hope. ”

Zhu Ran smiled: "If you came a few days earlier, you might be able to see the cold beauty, she has been in a trance for some reason recently, but she was easily fascinated by you." ”

"I feel like a fool, I didn't expect that I, Mo Bingxian, would also have a seductive day, and I was used as someone's stand-in, what a joke. ”

"It's the easiest way for her to accept you. Besides, you don't have to pretend that it's really similar to a white painting. Dongzi painted Ximo Bing, and sure enough, Qihu was quite difficult to distinguish. ”

"The mistake is that Bai Zihua is very similar to me, not me and him, like me, he was not born when I galloped through the Six Realms. ”

"Okay, then please. ”

"Do you want me to please her, or do you want to get the power of the demon god to replace her. You know, I'm here to find a way to kill her. Aren't you afraid if you lose your backer?"

"Of course I'm not afraid, you can't kill her, unless you're really a white painting. ”

"How could she fall in love with her master? I really don't know how the Six Realms have become such a mess now. ”

"You don't seem to care much about the fate of Shushan and the Six Realms, so what are you going to do?"

"I don't care about that, but I'm just a little surprised. Bamboo dyeing boy, have you ever seen your master kneel down for someone, then you won't wonder why I'm here. ”

Takeran was so shocked that his mind was buzzing. He would actually kneel down for Mo Bingxian, in order to save the Six Realms, in order to save Changliu, or just for Bai Zi's painting?

Mo Bingxian looked at him with a smile and shook his head: "I've known your master for so long, and I've never seen him like this. And she can actually paint Baizi, so I can't help but be a little curious, anyway, I'm bored, so I came over to see what the demon girl looks like and what she can do. Although it is indeed stunning, the thought that I have to sleep with her for some purpose is still a little disgusting. Your master is really interesting, and if you are reluctant to sacrifice Bai Zihua, you will sacrifice me. ”

Zhu Ran shook his head helplessly: "Mo Bingxian, you are so confident, everyone was very confident when they first met her before, including Bai Zihua, including the Immortal Pavilion Master, including Killing Qianmo, including me, it seems that it is easy to play with her in the palm of her hand, and in the end, I don't know who is more pitiful than whom." ”

"Thank you for your advice, I'll be careful. ”

Zhu Ran turned around and left, and those who knew them would know that in fact, Mo Bingxian and Bai Zihua were not at all like Mo Bingxian, who was too proud and too chic, and was unwilling to bear anything, and hated stumbling and dragging. But Bai Zihua is burdened with too much and thinks too much. The Six Realms, Changliu, Hua Qiangu, and even any passer-by, he will feel that he is responsible, how can he not be tired.