The outer layer of the Cloud Palace is particularly heavily guarded, because there are always some people who want to take revenge or want to be heroes who are not afraid of death and break in. However, Hua Qiangu's dormitory is large and empty, except for a layer of shield used to insulate sound and prevent disturbance, there is not even half a guard, and on weekdays, there is a person in the temple who is drowsy and sleeps day and night. The five senses are thousands of times more sensitive than usual, and if there is a slight movement around them, they will feel particularly noisy.

I don't want to reminisce because there is too much pain in my memories. Supreme immortality, so she has no pursuit, and she has no expectations for tomorrow. You can do anything, but you don't have the interest to do anything. She didn't even have to guard against waves of assassinations by random forces. Anyway, no matter how seriously the undead body is injured, it can recover in an instant. There is no past, no present, no future, it turns out that the walking dead is like this. She had thought about letting herself fall into a freeze and sleep like killing Qianmo, until Sugar Treasure was resurrected, and then let Takeran wake her up. But I was always worried that the only faint hope would make any mistakes.

She didn't actually hate the world, and she never complained, but she just became indifferent. She is not a saint, nor is she as great as Bai Zihua, and closing her heart under successive blows and injuries is the only way she can make her desperate self strong. Or subconsciously, she still hated Bai Zihua for the sake of the world, forcing her to a dead end again and again. But after all, she still can't learn, and she can't hurt or have the mood to learn, so she can only completely ignore it, and her body and mind are numb like a pool of stagnant water.

The arrival of Bai Zihua made a slight difference in the Wufu Palace. At first, she didn't understand why she was willing to let him stay with him if she had no intention of retaliating or hurting him. Is it because I love him too much and can't let go, or is it too lonely to miss his warmth, or is it because I know that I am filthy and yearn for his flawlessness? Later, I vaguely and subconsciously understood that she just wanted to know how he would kill her. She often felt tired of living unconsciously, and if she really wanted to end it all, she would only be willing to die at his hands.

Bai Zihua looked at the trace of self-deprecation and understanding in her eyes, like a sea market that was about to capsize, throwing out the hidden despair of the stormy waves, which made him feel distressed and slightly panicked. She was God, she had foreseen and seen something, but everything that was born in this world might no longer mean anything to her. Make up for the fact that everyone wants to see their own future, like a game of chess where the winner is divided, boring and boring. When he was still an immortal, he rarely counted his own or other people's lives, or he never had everything under his control. But now he wanted to know what the end result of all this would be. Although nothing will change or influence his thoughts, he will still only do what he thinks is right. But I still want to know and make sure that I really won't regret it in the end.

Sitting quietly on the couch, he woke up from his meditation the next morning, Hua Qiangu did not come back all night, he knew that she would not come, although she actually said that she wanted him to accompany her, and let one go every night when she slept with her.

If Mo Yan heard her disrespectful words, I am afraid that he would be so angry that he would turn his back on it. But Bai Zihua knows Hua Qiangu too well, or believes in her too much. This kid has always been so soft-hearted and strong-minded. In fact, he would rather she hate him and take revenge on him, maybe he would feel better, but even now, she has not even had a word of complaint.

Pushing the door out, it was as cold as inside the house, it was already hot, but it was still bitterly cold. Since the battle 16 years ago, the Kunlun Mountain collapsed, the Yao Pond was exhausted, the sun and the moon were tilted to the southeast, and the world has been a vision, and wars and chaos have been frequent. And after the demon god seal was completely broken and completely returned to its place, the wilderness sank into the nine heavens and cracked the world, and it was a natural disaster** corpses all over the field.

There was no way back for him.

Hua Qiangu stood quietly on the eaves of a large hall at the height of the Cloud Palace at this time, and saw Bai Zihua looking at the sea and the sky from afar. As it has been for many years, it has only become thin. On his shoulders, he was still stubbornly burdened with Changliu and the beings of the Six Realms, refusing to take it off, and he was no longer an immortal body, wouldn't he be tired?

He used to say that it was the person's choice that mattered, not the ability.

But it was too difficult to make a choice, he had his responsibilities and principles, and she had a sad fate and a burden to others that she could never get rid of. It is destined that they all have a choice and cannot choose.

At the same time, the ability will also breed evil hearts, and a person who once loved and longed so deeply stood in front of her little by little, awakening her sleeping **. She could no longer love him without complaint as she had in the past, but she could easily get him. This is undoubtedly a great temptation for Hua Qiangu, who is lonely and helpless at the moment.

The clothes that fluttered in the wind seduced her as if beckoning to her, and she struggled and bewildered, and her hands, which wanted and feared that they would stain him, would stain him.

There was a sudden burst of murderous aura behind him, Hua Qiangu slowly turned around, and raised his hand tiredly, but he didn't expect that the sword was extremely sharp, and his right forearm was cut off by Qi Qi, and the whole flew out. The man in front of him had just changed from the form of a sparrow back to a human body, and there were still some feathers on his face that had not faded. Ben came with a mortal heart, but he didn't expect it to be so easy to succeed, and the whole person was stupid.

Hua Qiangu frowned, and in the blink of an eye, his arm had returned to its original place, and he didn't even have time to shed a drop of blood, and everything he had just born seemed to be an illusion. Maybe she subconsciously hated the power of the demon god on her body, she rarely used it, and she didn't even have any true qi protection, if it wasn't for the fact that her head was cut off, it was a little too ugly, and she didn't even bother to raise her hand.

"What sect are you from?"

There are countless capable scattered immortals in the fairy world, and it is obviously impossible to prevent it by relying on bamboo dyeing and others, as well as the guards of demons. The assassinations around her came in waves, but no one would worry about the problem because no one could kill her. But she was still slightly annoyed, especially when someone jumped out to disturb her at this time. What's more, although this person's skills and martial arts are very good, he is obviously not an immortal cultivator, and he doesn't understand immortal arts, how can he transform, and how can he enter the Cloud Palace.

The middle-aged man with a righteous face in front of him had a blue face and a white face, and he was facing away from him just now, and now he saw her appearance clearly, and the fragrance of flowers lingered around him, and Zhou's hand holding the sword couldn't help but tremble slightly. She had noticed herself earlier, but why didn't she dodge herself, she was really so unthreatening? Even her own anti-heaven divine sword couldn't hurt her in the slightest? But even if she could recover quickly, wouldn't it hurt? Or did the demon god have masochistic tendencies?

"My name is Wang, and I have nothing to do with any sect in the past, and I am here to kill you. You demon self-proclaimed god, rebel against heaven and the way, and suffer from the Six Realms, and today I will fight for my life, and I will definitely take your level. ”

The surroundings have been surrounded by demons at this moment, and Zhu Ran is also there, but he waved his hand to prevent everyone from approaching.

The king used to draw his sword and stab it, and the trick seemed familiar. Hua Qiangu's brows furrowed even deeper, and he flew back high. In the past, when Wang was incarnated as a bird, he could fly, but now he had no wings, but he had a light blow, and the hidden dragon flew straight into the sky. Hua Qiangu looked at the huge dragon-shaped light and shadow that rushed down in his face, and he felt like he was being torn apart in an instant, but it was only for a moment. The figure disappeared in an instant, and it had appeared behind Wang Yuan, otherwise the power was so huge, but it was also a blur of flesh and blood.

In terms of martial arts alone, he is indeed not only in the human world, but also in the fairy world, and it is rare to meet opponents, but after all, he is just a mortal, and killing him is as easy as pinching an ant to death.

But Hua Qiangu hadn't made a move yet, and his eyes became deeper and deeper when he looked at him.

"You can't beat my martial arts alliance leader. ”

Wang used to look up in surprise. Catching a glimpse of Hua Qiangu's eyes, a sad smile flashed in his eyes, and suddenly he faintly felt a little familiar.

Could it be that he had seen her before? It is impossible that she is a demon, not to mention such a woman with such an imposing appearance, how can anyone who has seen her forget.

Turning around, drawing his sword and stabbing again, he almost used up all his life's learning. Although he is a person in the rivers and lakes, he is the leader of the martial arts alliance, he can't bear to see the people living in poverty, and he wants to do his best to assassinate him, even if he dies, he just wants to do his part.

Hua Qiangu seemed to be a little tired and impatient, and was about to raise his hand, when suddenly a voice came from around.

"Little bones!" seems to be a drink order and a dissuasion.

Hua Qiangu froze slightly, Wang Former had taken advantage of her hesitation and flashed her mind, a sword slashed through her lower abdomen, blood flowed out, and the wound quickly recovered as before.

Hua Qiangu sneered in his heart, it turned out that what he said that the two of them might have a relationship with each other that day, but he actually meant this. Flowers and vines suddenly spread out from the palm of his hand, and Wang used to be firmly entangled.

"It's still not stupid and impulsive, and it's your luck to survive until now. ”

Wang used to look at her in amazement, and then turned his head to look at the person who had just spoken. Suddenly, his mouth was half open, he was stunned, Hua Qiangu's appearance changed, his temperament changed, and he naturally couldn't recognize it at all. However, although the man's face was vague in his memory, his temperament and voice were extremely easy to recognize.

"You, you ......" He looked at Hua Qiangu and then at Bai Zihua, and suddenly his breathing became a little urgent, as if a heavy object was pressed on his chest.

The grace of saving lives will never be forgotten -

Wang's former hand holding the sword slowly drooped down, allowing himself to be firmly bound.

"What should the Divine Venerable do?"

Zhu Ran looked at it with some curiosity, and the man, as a mortal, dared to break into the Cloud Palace alone, and he couldn't help but be so amused that he couldn't help it.

Hua Qiangu quietly looked at Wang Xi and didn't speak, Bai Zihua gently held her arm: "He's just a mortal, let him go." ”

Hua Qiangu suddenly laughed, and the people around him all gasped.

"Of course. Her hand wrapped ambiguously around Bai Zihua's waist, and her voice couldn't stop charming, "Stay with me tonight." ”

Even Zhu Ran couldn't help but get up, goosebumps and helplessly smiled bitterly, her temperament was really getting more and more moody.

Wang used to raise his head and look at them in disbelief, if he remembered correctly, weren't they masters and apprentices? Although he knew that they were not mortals, why did they become like this? Twenty years ago, that innocent little girl turned out to be a demon god of the Six Realms?!

Bai Zihua was slightly embarrassed, but he didn't avoid it and didn't speak. He was a little skeptical that his original intention was really to kill her or to atone for his sins.

"Why?"

Hua Qiangu raised her eyebrows and looked at Wang Xian, not knowing if he was asking why she would become a demon god or why she would let him go.

"There is no why. ”

"Kill me. Wang used to think that she was the girl at the beginning, and his tone couldn't be harder. Twenty years, he is already old, the original child has also grown up, things are people, he doesn't know what the two of them have had, there is such a deep sadness in their eyes, obviously the master-apprentice relationship of kindness and filial piety is now nondescript, even he is an outsider can see the obvious estrangement.

Maybe it's really the way of the world has changed, he is old and doesn't understand. When he was escorted away, he finally couldn't help but look back, and the encounters between people were sometimes so ridiculous and wonderful, his life was limited, and his fate was shallow, and he was afraid that he would never see him again.

One of the most joyful powers is forgetting.

She thought she had forgotten everything in the past, but the appearance of the king in the past made everything vivid. It turns out that his words and deeds for so many years and every bit of what he gets along with are all firmly engraved in his heart. The days of walking in the world with Bai Zihua were the happiest times of her life.

If one can let go of pain, how can one let go of and abandon the happiness that one once had?

The night was dark and blurry. There was an instant glass mandala lantern on the light dance table of thousands of bones and purple sleeves.

The white painting stood by the door, and his face was as pale as paper.

Hua Qiangu sat on the couch, the ghost light flickered, her eyes were as glamorous as ghosts, and her lips seemed to be stained with blood, and she was a little dazzling. Looking up, Bai Zihua slowly stretched out his left hand to him.