Birdseye

Sitting in the Changqiu Palace, Mengshu watched with his own eyes how Feng Yuan carved that section of Ruomu tree's branch into the shape of a person overnight, and then took another cup of his heart's blood and poured it all in on the wooden man.

The bright red blood seeped into the wood quickly, but Feng Yuan stood on the soft side, still hesitating.

Mengshu can vaguely understand Feng Yuan's hesitation at this time, he still lost him after all.

He jumped up to the immortal platform, broke through the thunder formation of forgetting dust, and sank into the bottom of the heartless sea, only for some meager fate, so that he could finally see him again.

However, the way of heaven is impermanent, and the fate is shallow.

After all, they couldn't escape these eight words.

Feng Yuan lowered his eyes, looking at the wooden figure on the soft couch, he stretched out his hand, and the palm of his hand brushed over the wood, the golden streamer fell from his fingers, blending with the blood color, as if sprinkled with a layer of thin The fine gold powder instantly ignited raging flames all over the wooden man, making crackling and cracking sounds, ringing non-stop in the ears, curling green smoke winding upwards, and a very strange fragrance slowly diffused in the long autumn palace.

After a long time, the fire was gradually extinguished, and the finely carved wooden man turned into a piece of coke, and the black coat made a rustling sound, and slowly cracked, as if a living person was sleeping inside.

Now the wooden man has changed into a brand new skin. His face is rosy, his skin is fair, and his head has long black hair. He lies there quietly, his chest rises and falls evenly, like a stranger.

It was the appearance of that Prince Qinghe more than a hundred years ago.

"You..." Mengshu looked at the wooden man for a long time, and carefully asked Feng Yuan, "Are you planning to come back from the Nine Nether Realm?"

Feng Yuan smiled, Mengshu couldn't quite hear what kind of emotion was in this laughter.

He raised his hand and pointed the index finger and middle finger of his right hand between Mu Xin's eyebrows, and poured Ji Huaizhou and his memory into the Mu Xin's body. He would replace himself and accompany Xingru until Xingru no longer needed her. His time.

Mengshu sat aside, watched him finish all this quietly, and asked him: "Even if you use the branches of this Ruomu tree, can you ensure that he will never find out?"

"He won't," Feng Yuan paused, "as long as..."

As long as it is, he didn't say it again.

Mengshu figured it out himself, he wanted to ask Feng Yuan, what if one day the demon master regained his previous memory?Didn't you recognize him back then?

After thinking about it again, going to Xiantai is not the same as the Wangchen Thunder Formation. Fengyuan can withstand hundreds of thunderbolts from the Wangchen Thunder Formation and retrieve the memory of that period of calamity, but even if the Demon Lord wants to I am afraid that there is no way to retrieve the memory.

Furthermore, now that he has reached this point, he doesn't want Feng Yuan to bother about this matter.

"rise--"

After Feng Yuan's words fell, the wooden man on the soft bed slowly opened his eyes, looked at Feng Yuan without panic, he got up from the couch with a cold expression, and unhurriedly arranged the elegant white shirt on his body, quite Some aura of wind.

"Where's Xingru?" He asked.

Without waiting for others to answer, he smiled, a smile flashed in his eyes, and he replied, "I remember, he is in the Demon Realm."

Meng Shu, who was watching from the side, couldn't help but click his tongue. Feng Yuan had this appearance during his calamity, and he was somewhat similar to him when he was in the heaven, but whenever he talked about Xingru, the tenderness in his eyes seemed to be the same. It's going to overflow.

Feng Yuan stared at him for a while, reluctantly satisfied, the wooden man originally existed for Xingru, and when Xingru no longer needed him, this highness made of Ruomu tree would turn into rotten wood and return to heaven and earth .

"I'll send him to the Demon Realm." After finishing speaking, Feng Yuan took the wooden figure and disappeared before Meng Shu's eyes.

Standing alone in the empty Changqiu Palace, Mengshu looked at the Destiny Document not far away, on which his somewhat blurred figure was reflected, and he let out a long sigh.

The snow in the demon world still hasn't melted, and under the glow of the sky, it looks like a burning fire field. The cold evening wind is mixed with sweet and greasy devil energy. When it blows over people's faces, it is inexplicably softer. Many demons were clutching their wounds and whining non-stop.

Feng Yuan sent the wooden man out of the magic palace with his own hands, and then hid himself, waiting for his majesty to come out of the magic palace, he wanted to take another look at him.

The demon lord just woke up, the glazed lanterns in the dormitory slowly bloomed, and the stream of light rustled. He held his head and wanted to recall what happened before, but his mind was in chaos. He knocked his head in distress, and then again Looking up, he saw two more peach blossoms on the table, knowing that Feng Yuan had come again, he laughed unconsciously.

After laughing, he got up from the bed, put the peach blossoms and the two previous ones next to the pillow, changed into new clothes, and then left the palace, planning to go to the sunset forest to find two demons to practice. practice hands.

As soon as he pushed open the door of the bedroom, he saw a thin figure standing in the dim yellow twilight, and he looked at him as if it was a lifetime away.

The Demon Lord stayed where he was, he knew it was Feng Yuan, but it was different from his usual face, today he used the face he saw outside Jiuyou earlier.

It's Ji Huaizhou, it's His Royal Highness.

The devil hesitated for a moment, walked over, stared at him for a long time, and finally asked him in a low voice: "Why are you like this today?"

"When I came here yesterday, I heard you called Your Highness, so I thought of coming to see you like this." The wooden man has all the memories of Ji Huaizhou and Feng Yuan, and he has life because of Feng Yuan's heart and blood, so he naturally learned from Feng Yuan. Yuan has inherited his love for the devil, and he asked the devil, "Don't you like it?"

Naturally, he likes it, but in fact he doesn't particularly like this face so much. The demon lord squinted his eyes and looked at him, and commented after a while: "You seem a little strange."

The wooden man was less restrained than Feng Yuan, and he was more free-spirited. Seeing the demon lord showing a confused expression, he raised his hand and touched his head: "What's so strange?"

This action is even more strange.

The demon lord was a little dazed, but he didn't escape.

Feng Yuan watched them walking side by side towards the Qingxue Lake outside the Demon Palace in the distance. The sky gradually darkened, the moonlight shone from among the broken clouds, and the burning snow field was frozen by the moonlight in an instant.

Feng Yuan looked up at the sky above his head, it seemed that there was a heavy rain pouring down from his head, he lost his Xingru in this rain, and he could never find him again.

If he hadn't lost sight of his past when he came back from all the calamities, if he had treated Xingru better in the heavenly realm, if that red line had never been cut off...

The way of heaven is ruthless and never gives anyone a chance to start over.

He is not afraid that he will never return from the Nine Nether Realm, nor is he afraid that the punishment will never end. He is only afraid that Xingru will bear the pain of his leaving again.

May his star be healthy and happy every year.

What he wanted, a long time ago, was only so much.

Seeing that Fengyuan came back from the Demon Realm, Mengshu sighed, shook his hands, and said to him: "You can't recover much in retreat now, and my divine power is useless, so I will give it all to you."

Feng Yuan took a look at Mengshu, and agreed with him.

Outside of Gengshi City, the blood-red flowers all withered overnight, and the petals fell into the soil, congealing on the dark ground like sticky blood, and the vines on the city wall withered and decayed, forming a thick pile under the wall , while Bei Ling was sitting sleepily on the stone tablet, he seemed to have finally realized that something went wrong in the Nine Nether Realm.

In the Nine Nether Realm, the wind is like a knife, and the sky and the earth are shrouded in darkness. A faint smell of blood disperses in the wind. The ghosts and ghosts in the Changhao forest have long been silent, the mourning grass is continuous, and the broken stones are flying everywhere.

Mengshu finally came here with Feng Yuan. Although he passed all his divine power to Feng Yuan, if necessary, he can also sacrifice his soul and sacrifice himself to repair the seal here.

In mid-air, fire and rain were pouring down from the huge vortex. Jian Wu's face was a little pale, but Si Quan, who was facing him, looked in good spirits, with his black hair flying in the long wind, he opened his eyes. Opening his eyes, he looked at the person coming, his expression was contemptuous, but there was a little pity in his eyes. He had been deadlocked with Jianwu for so many days in the Nine Nether Realm, and he had never said a word. When Mengshu arrived, he finally spoke and asked Feng Yuan: "Do you regret it?"

Feng Yuan didn't understand why he asked this question, let alone why he fell into a demon, but it was meaningless to say these things at this time, a silver light flashed in his hand, Kunwu sword was in his hand, and he flew up, Coming to Jianwu's side, he said in a deep voice, "I'll come here, you go and see Siquan."

Jianwu glanced at him worriedly, "What is your cultivation?"

Feng Yuan didn't speak, just nailed the Kunwu sword in his hand into the center of the vortex, and the golden light shone for a moment, the demon in the seal screamed, but then hit the seal more violently, Feng Yuan's face remained unchanged, The left hand formed one gold seal after another, and slapped it on the seal.

And Jianwu drew out the long sword in the vortex, and concentrated on dealing with Si Quan who was facing him.

Seeing Jian Wu walking towards him slowly, Si Quan not only did not show the slightest panic, but sneered, and asked, "Well done, the Emperor of Heaven hasn't had a demon yet, right?"

Jian Wu said coldly: "If you don't have sex, you won't be disturbed by demons."

"No **?" Si Quan sneered, and said to Jian Wu, "Do you think you can get rid of everything by forgetting?"

Jianwu was not affected by Siquan, and Siquan didn't mind either. The smile on his face gradually widened, and he said to Jianwu, "Wait for the time when the demon comes out, and you will soon be there." I feel the same pain as I do."

On the Changhao forest, the sword lights intersected, and countless sparks burst out and fell together with the fire rain. Mengshu saw that the two of them were in a difficult situation for a while, so he sat down cross-legged and began to adjust his breath. Now this situation, he can recover a little Do the math.

Except for the Nine Nether Realm, the other realms are still a peaceful scene. The weather in the Devil Realm is even more rare these days. The cold wind subsides, the clouds in the sky line up like fish scales, and the golden sunlight jumps down from the gaps between the fish scales.

The grapes in the garden have been taken care of by Feng Yuan a few days ago, and now they have begun to bear fruit. Bunches of small green grapes that are not yet ripe, reflecting the dew and sunlight, look like agates.

The devil propped his chin, looked at the wooden man silently for a long time, and asked him: "Are you sure you want to keep doing this?"

The wooden man was watering the grapes. Hearing what the devil said, he looked up at him and asked, "Tired of watching?"

The demon master shook his head, he got used to it after looking at it for a long time, but for some reason, he still had a bad feeling in his heart.

Leaning on the swing behind him, he lazily yawned and said, "Then tell me the story of your past disasters."

The wooden man stopped what he was doing, and his expression was a little dazed. After a while, he chuckled softly, and asked the devil: "Where do you want to start listening?"

"Then start from scratch."

The breeze blew over the green grape leaves above the head, the leaves shook rattlingly, and the sweet devilish energy drifted away in the wind.

"From the beginning?" The wooden man thought for a while, and said, "That should be the fourth year of Ximing—"

The devil interrupted the wooden man and said: "This is not the beginning, you should start from the 36th year of Yongtong."

In the 36th year of Yongtong, on the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, Prince Qinghe was born on this day.

The wooden man shook his head, smiled helplessly, and said to the demon master, "But I don't remember much of what happened before that."

The devil opened his mouth, but seemed to understand something in an instant, he responded in a low voice, leaned back, and said: "Then you say it."

The wooden man told him the story of the prince and Xingru.

The devil leaned on the swing, closed his eyes, and seemed to have fallen asleep, and the voice of the wooden man gradually sank.

When Suyin passed by this garden, seeing the appearance of the demon master and the wooden man agreeing in love, he patted his head with some doubts. Didn't Liu Jia say that His Majesty and the God of Fengyuan have become a good thing a few days ago? In the past few days, not only did he not see Fengyuan Shangshen in the Demon Realm, but there was a new person beside His Majesty?

Sure enough, she would not cherish it if she got it, Suyin secretly reminded herself in her heart, she must not let Liujia get her.