Villains: The beginning rewrites fate, and the heroines burst into tears

Among the artifacts of ancient paintings.

The night gradually deepened, the stars were full of stars, and the moon was bright and clear.

The two of Liang Lin were lying in the heavy clouds, holding wine jugs in their hands, looking at the star-studded night sky.

Song Ming, who was full of fighting spirit, didn't notice that there was a trace of sadness in Liang Lin's eyes at this moment, an extremely heavy sadness.

"There is a vicious and sinister place in the far west of Xuanyan Continent. Everything there is just born, and it is an evil spirit, tyrannical and tyrannical, harming one side."

"Song Huang, I want you to lead a group of heavenly soldiers and generals to sweep that area."

Liang Lin murmured softly.

"You mean the westernmost desert?"

A look of excitement appeared on Song Ming's face: "You really want me to go?"

He has always wanted to stand out in the Xuanyan Continent, but he only has strength, but he has no chance to become famous, and he has endless fighting spirit in his heart, and he doesn't know how to use it.

What Liang Lin said made his heart tremble.

The westernmost desert of Xuanyan Continent is a dangerous place that existed in ancient times. If that area can be completely cleared, Song Ming's reputation will be fully promoted.

You know, as a fledgling, what he lacks now is an opportunity to make contributions.

Take root in Jiuchongtian Palace and become famous in Xuanyan Continent!
"You are now the general of my Jiuchongtian Palace, in charge of most of the military power. If you don't go here, who can go?"

"Of course, this matter depends on your own wishes." Liang Lin smiled lightly.

"I must be willing!" Song Ming nodded his head heavily, with an extremely firm brilliance in his eyes.

"It's not an easy task to clean up that place. It needs to be guarded there all year round, but the westernmost place is scorching sun and thousands of miles of desert!"

Liang Lin looked at Liang Lin and said with a smile.

Song Ming patted Liang Lin angrily: "Do you still treat me like the child you used to be? How can I be so ignorant now? Brother, don't worry about this matter. You must live up to your trust!"

"it is good."

The two jugs collided and drank heavily.

Song Ming's eyes were piercing, looking forward to the future.

He who was immersed in joy didn't care, Liang Lin turned around silently, his eyes full of sadness.

He said softly: "Tomorrow in front of the Nantian Gate, I will beat the drums to say goodbye to you personally."

……

Beyond the artifacts of ancient paintings.

Song Ming noticed Liang Lin's eyes at this moment and felt it intuitively.

Only now did he realize how much pain and helplessness Liang Lin felt in his heart that day.

Song Ming's face was full of tears, full of sadness.

Too many regrets and regrets, there is no way to say it.

"It's no wonder that Emperor Song set off for Jiuchongtian Palace a long time ago, but he never knew what happened outside the territory."
"It turns out that the Emperor of the year had already arranged for Emperor Song to go elsewhere before he went outside the territory."

"Although the westernmost part of the Xuanyan Continent has to endure the scorching sun, can it be as hard as God's Lord? No matter how dangerous it is, can it be as dangerous as the outside world?"
All the monks were amazed.

Before this incident happened, the monks present had always been dissatisfied with Song Ming, thinking that Song Ming was just a pawn in the emperor's layout

Send him to the scorching barren land to guard the border of Xuanyan for the emperor, so that he is safe and secure.

But they never understood that this would be a kind of shelter.

A big brother, a shelter for brothers!
"I don't know why, why I don't know!"

Song Ming couldn't cry, his voice was hoarse.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Am I, Song Ming, as unreliable as you think? Do you treat me as your brother? Have you forgotten our oath? Why did you send me out when you encountered a life-and-death problem!"
"Brother, can't you let me stay by your side!"
"You can protect me, but I can't protect you? Are there any brothers like you!"

Song Ming burst into tears, beat his chest and stamped his feet, there was unspeakable sorrow and unspeakable pain in his eyes.

"Ugh!"

The monks present sighed in unison.

They knew that the emperor did not want Song Ming to be involved in this matter precisely because he regarded Song Ming as a brother.

In the face of enemies from outside the territory, Liang Lin, even the emperor of the Jiuchongtian Palace, is somewhat confident, and needs to cultivate successors and carefully plan.

Dijun understands that the hope of going back is slim, so how could he involve Song Ming in it!
The scene in the artifact of the ancient painting changed again.

This time, Liang Lin came to the Demon Race.

The endless [-] mountains are surrounded by evil spirits, and the mysterious magic palace stands in that piece of heaven and earth.

The last time I came to the Demon Sect was hundreds of years ago.

But in this endless mountain, traces of previous fights can still be seen.

Liang Lin was dressed in white, standing upright above the nine heavens, and when he came to a familiar place again, there were endless sighs in his heart.

He looked at the mysterious and unpredictable magic palace.

At a certain point in time, endless waves bloomed in the sky
A woman in a long black dress slowly walked out of the magic palace.

Her appearance is extremely stunning and youthful.

Her black hair was scattered over her shoulders, and her eyes contained a domineering aura that could overlook the world, as well as a coldness that made people dare not look directly at her.

"What are you still here for?"
Xuan Rui stood in front of the gate of the Demon Palace, her voice sounded a little indifferent.

But there was a trace of joy hidden in this indifferent voice.

She looked at Liang Lin seriously with piercing eyes, as if she wanted to hear the words she had always dreamed of from Liang Lin's mouth.

"Ruier..."

Liang Lin's voice was a little hoarse.

When he met his beloved again, there were too many unspeakable emotions in his heart, and he suddenly took a step forward subconsciously, but after only one step, he suddenly stopped.

He looked at Xuan Rui, his eyes filled with unspeakable sadness.

The lively and cheerful demon princess in the past is not the same as before.

She looked a lot tired. After the separation at that time, these years, I don't know how she survived.

Thinking about it, he must be depressed.

"How are you?"
Liang Lin had countless things he wanted to say, but he didn't know how to speak, and he didn't know where to start.

When the words came to his lips, he only uttered a useless greeting.

Even he himself found this absurd.

She even regretted that she shouldn't disturb her life again.

But he was about to go to the outside world soon, and the hope of returning was slim. After all, he still couldn't let go of this woman who wholeheartedly defended him, disregarding her own life and death.

He just wanted to take another look at her before leaving completely.