Birdseye

He couldn't remember how many times he walked this road, but every time he reached the end, he watched Xingru disperse into a ball of red streamer in his arms and disappeared before the sky and the earth.

Looking back, Xingru was still under the Nagalan Pagoda, dressed in white clothes like snow, with blood blooming on his chest like winter plums, Feng Yuan turned around, walked to his side, and accompanied him to suffer the torture again .

If he didn't still remember in his heart that all this was an illusion woven by Emperor Sang, maybe he would have died here with his Xingru.

In the darkness, the branches and leaves of the emperor mulberry are more luxuriant than before, and the fragrance of the flowers is overflowing. The calyx trembles slightly with the sea water. Several long cuts were made, and blood flowed out, which was not conspicuous on the black robe. He walked extremely slowly, taking a long, long time to take a step, but he didn't get any closer to the Empress Sang. Going around in circles.

On the ruthless sea, the twilight was sinking, and the mist of the phantom sea at the end of the sky slowly floated in. The fog of this day seemed to be thicker than the previous few days. Mengshu stood in the bitter bamboo forest, leaning on the bamboo pole behind him, listening to his surroundings. The wailing sounded one after another, without any emotion.

The evening wind blew gently, but it couldn't blow away the mist of the imaginary sea. There was only a little light in the sky, which was getting lower and lower, as if it was overwhelming.

In the deep sea, Feng Yuan was surrounded by light pink blood energy. The emperor sang shook the branches and leaves to absorb all the blood energy. The red flowers on the branches became more and more beautiful, and Feng Yuan's face in the illusion became paler. He didn't care, maybe it was Already unconscious, sometimes he is awake, sometimes he is in a daze, just holding his Xingru numbly.

If it has always been like this, he will never be able to get out of this illusion, and he will not know whether his Xingru is still in this world.

Feng Yuan looked down at Xingru in his arms, he already knew how to get out of this illusion, his voice was a little choked up, "I can't go with you anymore, Xingru."

Xingru's pair of empty eyes became focused and fell on Feng Yuan's face, his lips moved slightly, Feng Yuan heard him softly calling himself His Highness.

In an instant, Feng Yuan's heart was pierced like a knife, thousands of arrows pierced his heart, and countless shadows passed before his eyes. He seemed to have died, and was submerged in the ruins under the Garan Tower with his Xingru.

He lowered his head and kissed Xingru's forehead. Xingru seemed to close his eyes contentedly. A silver light flashed in Feng Yuan's hand, and the Kunwu sword appeared in his hand. A thin layer of snow.

Only by experiencing something more painful than this illusion can he wake up completely.

Feng Yuan raised the Kunwu sword in his hand, the clouds in the sky dispersed, and the sun was bright, the shadow of himself and Xingru was reflected on the sword, and he pierced Xingru's heart in his arms with his sword.

He finally killed Xingru with his own hands, and he will also kill himself.

The world was extremely quiet, not even a sound of wind or rain.

He knelt on the ground, the stars turned into streams of light and dissipated again, and the vast snow field for thousands of miles also turned into nothingness behind him.

The illusion fell apart at this moment, and the red branches of the emperor sang gathered back rustlingly.

Feng Yuan coughed for a while, spat out a little blood, then stood up and walked to Di Nu Sang.

He finally picked the fruit of the emperor mulberry, and the flowers on the branches withered and withered in an instant, and new fruits would only be born after ten thousand years.

Above the illusory sea, a round of red sun slowly rose from the white sky in the east, thousands of rays of light poured out, the long wind was like a knife, and the abyss of wind came on waves. Seeing that his complexion was not good, Mengshu hurried forward In the past, he helped him, but was gently pushed away by Feng Yuan.

Mengshu didn't know what he saw in the depths of the fantasy sea, but it must have something to do with that Xingru Xianjun.

Feng Yuan handed over the fruit of the Empress Sang to him, during which time he didn't say anything, his expression was calm, without any sadness or joy.

Mengshu opened his mouth, wanting to ask him if he was injured, and also wanting to say that he should retreat after returning, but finally swallowed all those words.

If he reconnects the red line, it will not be too late to say all this, if he can't, these words are useless.

In the Changqiu Palace, Feng Yuan stood in front of the window, looking at the tall maze tree outside the palace, the sun poured down from the gaps in the branches and leaves, and cast mottled shadows all over the place, although he had already left the fantasy sea, Jia Lan The old events under the tower are still emerging before his eyes.

The fiery red fruit of the empress mulberry turned into a mass of burning flames in Mengshu's hands behind him, he made a formula with his fingers, the divine light and the flames blended together, and the shadow of Feng Yuan was not very clear.

Hearing the sound coming from behind, Feng Yuan turned his head and asked Mengshu nervously: "What's wrong?"

Meng Shu's face showed a bit of joy, but soon the joy turned into doubt, he tilted his head, frowned, and said to Feng Yuan: "The red line can be connected, but..."

"But what?"

"But it seems a bit strange..." The red thread slowly stretched out from Feng Yuan's hand, but stopped in mid-air, at a loss as to where to go. He originally thought that he could directly help Feng Yuan get that Xing Ru Xianjun found it, but for some reason, it just stopped here.

Feng Yuan looked down at the faint red light flickering on his fingertips, his fingers trembled a little, he raised his head and asked Mengshu: "The red line can come out, is he still there?"

Mengshu hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Yes."

Feng Yuan smiled, his eyes were full of water, but it disappeared in a blink of an eye, Meng Shu blinked, he never thought that Feng Yuan would cry one day, maybe he was wrong just now.

Since the red line can be extended again, it means that Feng Yuan still has a certain fate. According to his love for Xingru Xianjun, he should not fall in love with anyone else except him.

It's just that the fate is as shallow as before.

Xingru Xianjun jumped to the Xiantai, even if he could come back to life, he would probably forget the past.

This is probably what the world calls feng shui rotation,

I hope this time, Feng Yuan can grasp this fate tightly.

It's just that there are all living beings in the vast world, where should he go to find him.

Mengshu sighed softly, now he probably just waited for the fate to come, and he would naturally be able to see him again.

The purple clouds drift like smoke under the sunlight, the mother-in-law bells are playing Lingling fairy music, the white mist billows like huge waves under the immortal platform, the nine-fold palace towers toweringly, and the silver-white streamer passes through the long day.

Demon world.

Hot magma spewed out from the crater, and the Qingxue Lake was shimmering and level like a mirror, reflecting the gray sky above, blue flames ignited by the lake, and the ghost shadows quickly shuttled among the dark woods not far away.

In order to welcome the birth of the new demon lord, during this period of time, the demons were singing and singing every night in the palace of the demon world, enjoying themselves and enjoying themselves.

Before the birth of a demon lord, there is always a lot of catastrophe. After returning, most of the previous demon lords will boast about how difficult the calamity is and how fearless they are. However, this demon lord is different. After returning, he never mentioned this matter.

In fact, it's not that the devil doesn't want to mention this matter, but he really has nothing to mention.

It seems that he just fell asleep, and after waking up, he has already returned to the Demon Realm and became the Demon Lord. Fortunately, he has inherited some memories of the previous Demon Lords, and he will not even look for the main entrance of the Demon Palace when he returns. less than.

The feast is like a song, day and night.

The demon master hugged the wine jar and got drunk in a short while, as if he heard someone calling him again in a daze, he staggered to his feet and walked staggeringly looking for the voice.

All the demons were indulging in joy, and it took a long time before they came back to their senses, and the demon lord who was sitting on the throne in front of him disappeared after a long time. Most of the demons were so drunk that they saw The demon lord was gone, so they hugged each other and shouted loudly to His Majesty, tears were about to flow out.

Looking at the scene in front of her, Liu Jia shook her head and got up, and went out from the side door of the palace. She walked straight along the corridor, and after walking a few steps out of the corridor, she couldn't see a fiery red phoenix hanging on the plane tree in the distance. , the long tail feathers drooped in mid-air, shining brightly, and many tiny fireflies fell and fell to the ground, disappearing in an instant.

Liujia stepped lightly, walked over, raised her head and called him Your Majesty.

The demon lord snorted, as if he heard it, but then he buried his head in the thick feathers.

Liu Jia chuckled, and squatted aside to watch for a long time. If it wasn't for being disrespectful, she really wanted to reach out and touch the devil's little furry head.

It must feel good.

The watery moonlight poured down from the clouds, covering this magical palace immersed in joy like a tulle.

The territory of the demon world is vast, and most of the demons have no brains. When they have nothing to do, they can only fight, but no one dares to ask the demon lord for advice.

As a result, the devil's life became even more boring. In addition, there were fewer banquets in the past few days. The devil thought about it and planned to enrich his boring life.

One day, Liu Jia came in from outside the palace and found that the devil was in the small garden behind the magic palace, holding a shovel in his hand, digging a hole, and dumped half a bucket of water down after digging the hole.

Seeing that Liu Jia was confused, she stepped forward and asked him curiously: "Your Majesty, what are you doing?"

The demon lord looked up at her, and replied casually, "Grow grapes."

Liu Jia: "..."

She asked again: "What do you grow grapes for?"

The demon lord replied naturally: "Eat."

Then he glanced at Liujia, as if asking her why she asked such a stupid question.

Liu Jia: "..."

It's not that there are no grapes in the devil world, so why does the devil need to plant them himself.

This majesty's hobbies are so special.

A few days later, the grape seeds planted by the devil germinated, broke through the ground, and grew green seedlings, but because of the lack of sunlight, they seemed a little sluggish. After thinking about it, the devil pulled out a tail feather from behind , inserted on the side of the grape seedlings to act as the sun.

And when he came to visit in a few days, Miao Miao had already been sunburned to death by his tail feather, which was burning day and night.