God [Ancient Sword]

Li Chuhuang.

She never thought that in this world, one day, being able to call his name was so difficult that it was a gift.

Those dark eyes stared quietly at her face, motionless.Then she looked back motionlessly, with a little hesitation and hesitation, and stood firmly in place, passively waiting for the fate to come.

Then one hand stroked her hair gently, the skin that looked as warm and moist as jade touched only felt the coldness without temperature, his eyes were the quiet and bottomless abyss, destroying everything, devouring everything, shining Not into any light.After a long time, there was a sigh-like words: "...Yingying?"

She stood there in a daze, clearly aware that he was thinking.It seems that in the boundless desert of time, it takes everything to pick up the slight memory traces, but unfortunately, it is wrong.

In the astonished gazes of all the disciples or the voices in his heart, he bent down, picked her up, turned around and walked out of the hall.

"Master!" the disciple in charge called out hastily, and saw him sweep his sleeves lightly from his back, signaling that he was fully responsible.

Chen Yan was tightly wrapped by his wide sleeves, and the fierce wind was still blowing sideways, so he knew that he was moving forward at a very fast speed.Such a high-intensity transfer made her head ache, she finally stopped, her body turned, and she fell down, feeling dizzy and dizzy for a moment.

When she frowned and opened her eyes, she found that she was placed on a soft couch, his fingers were tightly pressing her hair, and he sat beside her and leaned over, his eyes fixed on her firmly.

His eyes were a little dazed and a little crazy.

"I know, I've forgotten a lot of things," he said softly after a long time, Guangfeng Jiyue's face was as handsome as ever, and he could only hear the deep-buried and inextricable resentment and predation in his calm words, "But never has it made me feel more important, what important thing I have forgotten..."

The first time I saw her, something crumbled.Amid the unavoidable crashing sound, he felt a certain part of his body, a huge crack, which was empty as if a part of its support was missing.But he couldn't remember what it was.

Chen Yan pursed his lips.She is also a little confused.

Every time the soul is crossed, due to the tearing and fighting between the remnant soul and the original owner, part of the memory will indeed be lost.But this time, he was obviously still Li Chuhuang, and he hadn't crossed his soul yet. Why, he forgot so many things.

Did you go through something?What happened after leaving that hill?Why did he establish the Green Jade Altar, why did he become the head of this place, why...he just forgot.

He recognized her.But why, can't remember who she is?Obviously recognized her.

She looked at the person above, slowly stretched out her immature hand, and placed it on his face.The cold breath invaded her skin, but she didn't seem to feel it, she just asked, "What do you remember?"

His other hand rested on her neck, and his slender fingers kept gesticulating on her throat nervously. There was no killing intent on his body, but Chen Yan felt that there was a monster lurking in that body. The vicious beast bared its ferocious fangs at her.

"I want to kill you." The whole body was clamoring to kill her, but at this juncture, it was the crazy rationality that controlled his actions, "But I don't understand why I want to kill you."

...the body remembers, but the soul forgets.

"Do you still remember that I was Yingying." After a long silence, she stretched out her two arms and hugged his neck vaguely. Her immature face was expressionless, but somehow, she was very sad. "I'm still like water." , It's Fleeting Years, Ah Qing, Ah Ruo...the people you have met countless times. In the last life, you said, I will come again, and you will kill me once. But I still come... Do you want to kill me? "

With such calm and almost leisurely words, with an attitude of not caring about his own life at all, Li Chuhuang thought that even if he really did something, she would not have any complaints.

But why?She doesn't even care about her own life, why is she looking at him so sadly?

He finally put his hand on her neck.Tentatively, bit by bit, pinch tightly.

She stared at him quietly, didn't speak any more, just opened her mouth slightly because of her increasingly tight breathing.The decadent fuchsia slowly spread from the strength of his hands to his entire face—his hands were getting heavier and heavier, and the chaotic images that kept flashing in his mind almost burst his brain, all kinds of people, all kinds of people All kinds of scenes flashed crazily like a revolving lantern, and then at a certain moment, a girl with white hair and ice eyes smiled at him, she said Shaoyang, you go, you go to places I don't know, and look at those things for me ,OK?

The young man lowered his head, desperately and piously kissed the cold lips of the stone carving lightly, saying that I finally understand that the best things in my life will eventually be wiped out.

Li Chuhuang opened his eyes and let go of his hand suddenly.

He stared at the girl on the couch who had passed out due to lack of oxygen, panting heavily, as if he himself had been strangled by the neck.

Then he stretched out his trembling hands and hugged the child tightly in his arms.

When Chen Yan woke up, his vision was very dim.

Then she realized that she was in a cave.There was a burning pain on her neck, and she knew without looking at her that there must be deep red marks from being pinched.Just that little bit, this world will end easily again.

She stood up straight with difficulty, and finally sat up straight after shaking her body. After adjusting to the light in the cave with squinted eyes, she raised her head and saw the familiar silent figure in her eyes.

The inner walls of the entire cave are engraved with various handwritings.That person just stood there, quietly reviewing his memory.

Thousands of years have been carved on this cold cave wall, and for a long time, they have fallen into an untouchable desert. Only these words survived the torture of fate, and they crawled here palely waiting for the next life Its master arrives.

He looked at the stone wall, she looked at him, he knew she was awake, but didn't look back.The surroundings are so quiet that you can't even hear the sound of breathing, and occasionally there is only the slight sound of rubbing clothes when walking.

After a long time, Chen Yan's attention was attracted by the writing marks on the wall.

First of all, it should be the ancient times.A long history since ancient times and afterward has been inscribed with one handwriting.Thinking about it, the existence of this cave means that in a certain life, he suddenly found that his memory was fading. What a smart person he is, he knew that he would continue to cross his soul. If he could not find his original soul, he would eventually die One day, it will be no different from a ghost, and there will no longer be any memory or emotion.So after each life, he would remember to go to this place and engrave the previous experience on the cave wall to remind himself not to forget it.

At that time, the handwriting was very calm and rational, only when recording the verdict of the heavenly official, the scratches that suddenly became heavier, and the emotions at that time still lingered over the years... "Prince Changqin was demoted to a mortal, and he will never be a fairy. The widows are bound by relatives and love, and the fate is lonely!"

As time went on, he became more hesitant and sloppy, as if he had to work very hard to recall what he had experienced in his previous life.

Chen Yan read, read, and easily absorbed the emotions he left on these handwritings.Darkness, resentment, hesitation, struggle, pain, despair... She felt that her heart and breath were tightly grasped by one hand, and the familiar feeling made her fear that she would die immediately.

She knew that he was in pain, and she had been in pain with him many times, but she didn't understand why it hurt again just looking at these writing marks.

After seeing this cave wall, she turned around and wanted to look at the other side.Then he froze in place.

There are not many soul crossing records on this side, but they are all names.At the beginning, it was like water, fleeting years, then Haitang, then Ah Qing... After that, it was full of Ah Yan.

Deep and shallow, overlapping, some handwriting faded and he added it, and sometimes, he was unable to even engrave a complete name.

——But he carved half of the wall of Ah Yan.

That's right, he didn't know that her name should be Chen Yan.All immortals and gods have to pay respect to the God, even Bi Fang who can be compared with her in the long memory of Luofu Sword Realm Phoenix Bone, the one who calls her is Qinghua, Shangqiongbi falls into the underworld, there is nothing There is only one phoenix in this world who is afraid to call out Ah Yan.

Hearing Xuehuang calling like that, he also thought that Ah Yan was her name.

Chen Yan stared blankly at the half of the name on the wall, feeling that the marks were carved on her flesh and blood, one stroke at a time, one stroke at a time, one stroke at a time, one stroke at a time, one stroke at a time, one stroke at a time, one stroke at a time, one stroke at a time, one stroke at a time, one stroke at a time, one stroke at a time, one stroke at a time, one stroke at a time, one stroke at a time, one stroke at a time, one stroke at a time, one stroke at a time, and one stroke at a time. , bloody.

She passed out in such excruciating pain.

Consciousness sank into the bottomless abyss, and I vaguely felt that the low call penetrated thousands of time and geographical barriers, and seemed to be able to directly reach the faintly visible palace in the chaotic vastness 33 days away.

"Ayan..."

Chen Yan suddenly opened his eyes, not only had a splitting headache, but even his heart was in severe pain.

Then she found that her environment changed again.

There was a quiet qin music lingering beside her, quiet and peaceful, like a pair of hands, gently stroking her forehead to relieve her swelling pain.She got up from the soft couch, and saw that in the silent night, there were large expanses of magnolia flowers in the entire land, the flower trees were tall and short, and even some flower branches touched her side.This should be the upper level of the Green Jade Altar, the end of Eternal Night.

The magnolia fragrance is rich but not too sweet, elegant but not too gaudy.Sitting there, the luthier quietly caressed a piece of music with his bare hands, and suddenly felt that it was still the warmth and tranquility of the burning wood on the bank of the Li Mountain for thousands of years.

Chen Yan had just dreamed of the time before the Great Desolation, when the heaven and the earth were just beginning to open.

Qinghua Shangshen sits on the top of Buzhou Mountain, and in the area shrouded by her divine power, later generations of immortals in white also play this song. Kong, falling into her thoughts, woke her up.

"In this life, I entered the Tomb of the Rage God and got a chain..." He said softly while playing the piano, "But when I came out, I forgot a lot of things."

"It is so clear that I have forgotten a lot, but the memory of this life is perfect without any flaws, so I can't remember anything, what else can I forget. Until I see you again... those lost things will slowly come back."

"The chain, I used it on you."

No wonder, she felt such pain in the chest area.

The god of desolation refers to the god of water before the Great Wilderness was opened, Tian Wu, the owner of the water spirit that opened the sky.It is even a god older than the Three Emperors. It is a miracle that the relics left by him can be fully revealed, but only part of the memory is lost.

And that chain should be the lock of the sky.No matter how far apart the two ends of the chain are, no matter how far apart life and death are, they can sense each other's location.

Chen Yan looked at him calmly and did not speak.

I won't tell you.Qinghua High God also forgot many things.

And right now, I am helping her get it back bit by bit during the countless years and years of being with you.

The author has something to say: 3.23

Who would fall in love with this after seeing the crazy women's names all over the wall!

The boss is finally about to make a move~

PS: It's really not abuse...