Deadly Merry [Rebirth]

The afternoon hadn't passed yet, and Little Golden Crow's birthday banquet hadn't ended yet, and Thunder God and Lightning Mother still had to be on duty, so the torrential rain in the fairy world was still falling, and there were crisp and dense sounds of water splashing outside the window.

The raindrops knocked down a piece of magnolia, and the yellowed white petals landed on Tu Jiuer's shoulders, shook, and then fell from behind her shoulders in an instant, bumping and bumping all the way on the wet clothes on her back, Finally, it fell into the rainwater on the ground and made several circles of ripples.

Ziwei was caught in the middle, seeing the weird and delicate atmosphere, she squeezed and laughed to smooth things over between the two: "Changsheng, why don't you invite Miss Tu to sit in the hall?"

Chang Sheng's eyes glanced casually from Tu Jiu'er's face, then looked at Zi Wei, and said calmly, "Why did you ask her to sit down?"

Ziwei asked suspiciously: "Didn't you come out just to see her?"

Changsheng glanced at Tu Jiu'er again, turned around, and said to Ziwei as he walked, "I'm looking for you. You don't even look at your identity, you sit and chat with a demon, and you are afraid of losing it if you talk about it." All the faces of the emperors."

After a long time, Tu Jiu'er finally woke up from the chaotic memory and past. He hurriedly walked over with his skirt in his hands, stepping on the accumulated water, stopped in front of Changsheng, and stretched out his left palm to her. Something was written on it.Because the writing was too fast, only the words "Ayi" and "Huachu" could be vaguely recognized.

Chang Sheng looked up at her, his tone was as flat as saying that the weather was fine yesterday: "...it's me."

Tu Jiu'er wanted to grab Chang Sheng's hand, but when he was halfway there, he started to be afraid again, and instead grabbed only a corner of her robe sleeve, so afraid that he only dared to gently touch it with two fingers.She tried her best to speak, but the harder she tried, the more painful her throat became.

There was some emotion in Chang Sheng's eyes. She looked at Tu Jiu'er and asked very softly, "Do you regret it?"

Tears welled up in Tu Jiu'er's eyes, and he nodded several times.

"You should really regret it." Changsheng sneered, "When I was Jin Huachu, you lied to me for the rest of my life because of your playfulness and selfishness, and finally made me die for you. When I was Mingyi, you Started to falsely miss Jin Huachu again, once again tricked me into hurting me, and made me die with hatred. Now that you know my true identity, you are very scared? Do you want to turn back?"

Tu Jiu'er clutched his throat, opened his mouth, and his fingers gripped Changsheng's sleeve until his knuckles were livid.

"Unfortunately," the sarcastic smile on the corners of Changsheng's lips slowly disappeared, "To Jin Huachu, you belong to her, to Mingyi, you belong to her, but to me, Emperor Changsheng, no. I am here , There are too many people and things sitting around, too many things on my mind, for a small earth monster like you, I——I don’t even bother to listen to your speech.”

After saying that, Chang Sheng pulled his sleeve out of Tu Jiu'er's hand, glanced at Zi Wei, "Aren't you leaving?"

Ziwei knew in her heart that she shouldn't talk too much at this time, so she hurriedly followed Changsheng, looked worriedly at Tu Jiuer who was standing there, paused, thought about it, and followed Changsheng into the palace gate.

As soon as he entered the door, Changsheng changed his face, threw the umbrella aside, walked quickly to the chair and sat down, with anger in his eyes.She picked up the teacup and wanted to take a sip of tea, but just as she brought it to her mouth, she couldn't bear the anger in her heart and smashed the teacup heavily on the table.

Ziwei looked at the tea overflowing on the table in bewilderment, and asked, "What's wrong with you? Who messed with you?"

"I talked about why she couldn't speak at first, but when I got closer, I realized that there was still a nail in her throat that hadn't been pulled out. Why hasn't anyone told me for ten years!"

Ziwei shrugged: "It's none of my business, I've been in the fairy world, how can I know what happened to Qingqiu."

Chang Sheng turned to stare at the trembling Qin Huai: "What about you? Why didn't you tell me?"

Qin Huai's knees softened and he knelt down, and he said aggrievedly: "Dijun, I have been in the Shenxiaoyu Mansion, how... how do I know about the demon world..."

Changsheng was furious, but found that there was no one to vent her anger on, and she really couldn't blame the people around her for this matter. After being angry for a while, she began to talk about Tu Cang's family: "Qingqiu is also a bunch of fools, can't we investigate?" Did her body soul change? All of them are blind. She is also extremely stupid. When Tu Cang pulled out the nails for her before, she didn’t notice that her own pain was much lessened? None of them found the throat Can nails be pulled out too!"

The smile on Ziwei's face faded away, and she said seriously: "You...you said, when Tu Cang pulled out the nails for her...what did you mean? Why did her pain feel less?"

Qin Huai took over the words: "By the way, I remember that ten years ago when the emperor came back, he had a serious illness. His muscles and bones seemed to be broken, and he recovered after a whole year of retreat. I'm afraid it wasn't at that time... "

"If you want to talk too much, get out." Changsheng said with a dark face.

Qin Huai hurriedly retreated.

Ziwei asked: "What's going on? I've never heard of it from you."

Changsheng was silent for a while, before saying: "It's okay to tell you, only the Queen Mother of the West and the Lord of Luoshui knew about this matter. Ten years ago, you also saw the injury of Tu Jiu'er. If I wanted to save her, I had no choice but to follow the Queen Mother of the West's words." , separated her life and soul and attached it to her body. Since then, the pain she suffered will be shared in half on my bone skin. Chest... The scars on her body are exactly the same on me. Every time she wants to speak, my throat will also hurt. a nail..."

"You, you say you," Ziwei almost wanted to open her head to see what was inside. Although she could see that Changsheng cared about the little fox, she didn't expect that she would care so much that she gave her life and soul. Go out, "You you you..."

"I'm telling you, not to listen to your preaching. If you insist on asking, I'll tell you the truth directly. Don't be ignorant and repay your kindness." Changsheng guessed what Ziwei wanted to say, and spoke to dispel her thoughts.

"You..." Ziwei sighed heavily, and didn't know what to say, so she simply stopped.

Changsheng was a little upset and wanted to drive her away, "Go back, I want to be alone."

"What about the fox outside?"

"This is a private matter between me and her, and has nothing to do with you."

"You think I'm willing to take care of you. You speak so badly today, it's like swallowing gunpowder..." Zi Wei shook her head, and was about to leave, but she inadvertently saw a sickly redness in Chang Sheng's eyes, so she stopped. Realizing that she was not in the right state, he frowned and asked, "Why do you look so weird? Are you... sick?"

After finishing speaking, Ziwei said to herself uncertainly, "Can gods get sick too?"

Changsheng's breathing has begun to become heavier, and her physical discomfort has made her more irritable. She gritted her teeth and pointed outside: "It's not that idiot, and I don't look at my body, standing outside in the rain for so long , implicating me together...cough cough, I...cough."

"It's the first time I've seen a fairy get sick," Ziwei's eyes lit up with curiosity, "It's interesting. What does it feel like to be sick? Headache? Cold? Feeling sick?"

"Go away—" Changsheng slammed the table violently, and shouted again, "Ah Huai! Ah Huai!"

Qin Huai appeared out of nowhere, and hurried forward: "Does the emperor have something to say?"

Chang Sheng felt uncomfortable all over, clutching his breathless chest, said: "Go to the God Realm immediately and ask Lei Gong and Dian Mu to stop raining."

Ziwei couldn't help interjecting: "Actually, wouldn't it be more convenient for you to invite that little fox into the house..."

"You want to talk too much?" Chang Sheng's eyes slid from Zi Wei to Qin Huai, "Why are you in a daze, why don't you go quickly?"

"Yes, Emperor." Qin Huai didn't dare to delay for a moment, and hurried out the door.

Tu Jiu'er has been feeling unwell since a very early age, and she is actually aware of her physical condition.Since the incident ten years ago, her health has not been very good. She is usually fine with her parents taking care of her in rest, but when she got a little rainy, she immediately showed signs of being bad.

She felt her brain was filled with lead, looking at the closed gate of Shenxiao Yufu, the copper ring dangled back and forth as if it had grown feet.She couldn't stabilize herself, and staggered back to the magnolia tree, supporting the trunk with one hand, feeling sick to her stomach.

But at this time, Changsheng's words kept echoing in her mind.

"To Jin Huachu, you belong to her, to Ming Yi, you belong to her, but to me, the Great Emperor, no."

That's right, after all... it's the Emperor of Longevity.

She suddenly couldn't understand why she stayed here and refused to leave. Is it because of guilt towards Hua Chu and A Yi, or because of hope for longevity?In fact, she didn't have any delusions about the possibility of being with Changsheng. She might...just want to explain to her those misunderstandings back then, and then sincerely say sorry.

But after that, can it be completely let go?

Tu Jiu'er bent down, squeezed his throat, and coughed violently, unable to tell whether it was rain or tears on his face.

Her head was so painful that it almost exploded, and the rain ran through her hair and hit her scalp, as if it wanted to penetrate her skull and pour into her vague consciousness.

There was a sudden wind behind him.

A person suddenly appeared beside her and held up an umbrella for her.Tu Jiu'er struggled to open his eyes, but could only vaguely see the hem of the man's white shirt and skirt.

This is……

The man in white put his warm palm on her arm and gently helped her up.

Who is it?

Tu Jiu'er narrowed his eyes, unable to see her face clearly.

"Thirty-three."

Qionghua smiled lightly, her eyes full of distress, and her tone of voice was warm like a spring day in the south of the Yangtze River when the flowers were blooming, as if it could make everyone in the world let go of the last line of defense in their hearts.

"San San, I'm back."