There might be something wrong with my rebirth

Shuang Ruo was staggered by the crowd of people, and his spirit suddenly returned to his place. He was stunned for a long time, but he still recovered from the sense of oppression that had dissipated his soul.

"Shuangruo, did you see that Wuchang has gone to pester Ming Feng Shangshen again, I really don't know why he thinks Ming Feng Shangshen can take a fancy to him," the familiar voice in his ear gradually recalled Shuangruo to the world.

Shuangruo was completely awake, he understood and digested the meaning of the words just now, and looked at the person beside him in astonishment.

His eyes were full of surprise and remorse, guilt and the sorrow of torturing himself with this guilt for many years, mixed together, making the people around him stunned.

"Shuangruo, what's wrong with you?"

"Man...Manin?"

His voice trembled, and the moment he saw his friend, he finally remembered that he should have died.

He loved Ming Feng so much, he used up his last life for Ming Feng on the battlefield, turning the tide of the battle, but his remnant body could no longer withstand that powerful divine power, so he ended up being dizzy, it's ridiculous that Ming Feng has always been Thinking that he is just a "cumber", he has no place to bury him, and he should have turned into a trivial star in the sky long ago, but luckily, he opened his eyes and returned to the flower festival when he was young.

The person next to him is his lifelong friend, Man Yin.

And now, Manin is still alive, and has not died because of him.

Shuang Ruo's tightly gripped heart instantly relaxed, now that he is back, although he doesn't know what caused him to be reborn, but everything still has a chance to start again.

The Flower Festival is one of the most important festivals in the heavens. On this day, the immortals can admire the flowers, compose poems, taste the stuffed flowers and cakes, or sew kits with their own hands and give them to their sweethearts. If the other party accepts them, they will give them back If the kit is made by oneself, the two of them will be favored by Wanhua, and the relationship will be smooth, but if the other person does not return the gift, it means that the two are destined for each other.

Shuangruo remembers that this year's Huachao Festival was splendid and grand, but it wasn't the Huachao Festival that made him remember it fresh, but that at the grand court meeting after the Huachao Festival, the Emperor of Heaven would mess up the mandarin ducks and betroth him to the heaven God of War Mingfeng.

If it was Shuangruo in the previous life, he would naturally be overjoyed and look forward to that day. He only wished that the Huachao Festival would end immediately. It doesn't matter whether it's auspicious or not, he just wants Ming Feng to be completely his own from body to heart.

At that time, he never thought about how much Ming Feng would hate this marriage.

But he lived an extra life and lost his life, so he naturally had to understand that for some people, even if he bound them with a red thread, the red thread would sooner or later be broken due to the overload and prolonged stretching.

Shuang Ruo saw Ming Feng from a distance.

That person seemed to be born with radiance, he is one of the few gods born when the world first opened, his status is so respected, no one dares to talk to him, he seems to have a special prohibition for others to enter The field that belongs to him is silent and has the majesty of the gods. When standing there, it looks like a beautiful statue of a god.

People can't help but kowtow.

Suddenly, Shuang Ruo saw Ming Feng raised his head, that gaze was like a solid sharp arrow, scorching hot and sharp, piercing the air with a "swish", whistling through the sea of ​​thousands of people, finding him precisely, and stings his eyes.

Shuangruo's eyes are like swimming fish, sliding away lightly.

From the moment he realized that he had returned to the world, he had made up his mind that he must stay away from Ming Feng for the rest of his life.

He wants to go against the tide of time, and he wants to rewrite his tragic fate.

"Shuangruo, what's the matter with you today? What's wrong with you? I told you a long time ago that you shouldn't come to this Huachao Festival." The crowd was crowded around, and everyone rushed to squeeze onto the Liuyin bridge decorated with thousands of flowers. Fearing that Shuangruo would be rushed away by the crowd without paying attention, he grabbed Shuangruo's wrist with great force, "Don't look, even if you can see Ming Feng, the old man can't see you, come back with me quickly. "

The dull pain on his wrist reminded Shuangruo that this was reality all the time, he smiled and said, "Manin, stop nagging, let's walk slowly, we can't come in such a crowded place, isn't it good to enjoy the flowers .”

He suddenly remembered that in his last life, Man Yin had been reminding him that Ming Feng was not a good man, and told him to keep his eyes open. Because the good medicine was bitter and the honest words were harsh, he had repeatedly turned against Man Yin because of Ming Feng. Now it seemed that he was the one who was confused That's right.

Man Yin turned his head, frowned and reprimanded him: "Walk slowly, walk slowly and you will be able to wait for Ming Feng, right... I don't know your thoughts..."

It's a pity that before Manin finished speaking, the towering flower tower not far away somehow fell over and fell straight towards them!

Immediately, all the immortals were in a mess, yelling, and lost the demeanor of the immortal family, while the people under the bridge were patronizing to watch the fun, and it seemed that no one was willing to lend a helping hand.

The flower tower is made of stacked flower petals, even if it hits the body, it will not be life-threatening, but when it is drowned in the sea of ​​flowers and struggles, the people on their bridge will make people laugh.

The crowd on the bridge was so dense that they couldn't even lift their hands, so there wasn't even room to cast spells. The people behind kept pushing Shuangruo forward, and Man Yin just let go of his hand carelessly, and the two of them fell apart in an instant. Washed away by the flow of people, we couldn't see each other.

Shuangruo turned around and tried to confront the flower tower with divine power, but in the chaos, someone tripped him, he staggered, barely stabilized his body, but accidentally sprained his foot, he hissed and frowned slightly.

In the last life, there was no such thing as the fall of the flower pagoda. He originally wanted to keep a low profile, but this time it seemed that he couldn't help it.

It's just that when he turned his head, he smelled a scent of flowers out of thin air.

He looked up again, but only saw a blinding golden light.

The golden light pierced the flower tower, rapidly expanding and bursting, and in an instant, the colorful petals fell from the sky, and there was a hazy rain of petals.

This farce caused all the immortals to flee down the Liuyin Bridge with lingering fears. Shuangruo forgot his surroundings for a moment. He loved flowers and stood in the middle of the bridge, slowly stretching out his palms to catch the fallen petals one by one.

Shuangruo's favorite is the lavender Muluo flower. Lavender is a very bitter color, and the meaning of Muluo is also very bitter-the heart yearns for it, although it cannot come.

He suddenly noticed a figure squeezing in from the corner of his eye.

That figure was tall and tall, like a sharp sword in a sheath, calm and hidden, his footsteps were very steady, and he was confident in every step.

Finally, a picture that Shuangruo knew so well stopped three steps away from him.

There are many romantic and beautiful legends in the Huachao Festival, one of which is that if two people walk slowly from both ends of the Liuyin Bridge to the center at the same time, they will be protected by the God of Hundred Flowers, and they will be lovers for life and life.

Shuangruo waved away the messy things in her mind, and raised her eyes indifferently.

The distance of Sanbu is a bit short, and there are fairy families who like to join in the fun, they all stopped what they were doing, and looked at them curiously or doubtfully.

Shuangruo wanted to salute: "Shangshen..." Before the words of greeting came out, he was startled when Ming Feng grabbed his wrist.

Ming Feng's strength was also great, as if he wanted to crush his bones.

Shuang Ruo raised his head, and instantly met Ming Feng's eyes.

Shuang Ruo didn't speak anymore, neither did Ming Feng, they just looked at each other, time seemed to stand still, the wind and cloud stopped, only the petals fluttered down.

Ming Feng's breathing was not smooth, as if he was trying his best to adjust his breath.

Ming Feng's eyes seemed to be burning with a raging fire, frighteningly bright, with too many emotions mixed in it, including remorse, helplessness, ecstasy, joy and sorrow.

What are you happy about, and what are you sad about?

Ming Feng raised his hand, palms bluffed, and slowly approached him.

Shuang Ruo could even see restraint and forbearance in Ming Feng's eyes. Under the wrapping of his cold coat, it seemed to be the sorrow of parting for thousands of years.

There was also an imperceptible tension.

Ming Feng plucked a lavender Muluo flower petal from Shuang Ruo's hair.

Shuangruo came back to her senses and politely called out: "Shangshen."

He took advantage of the trend and broke away from Ming Feng's hand.

Ming Feng held the petals in his palm, and his palm tightened a little.

He seemed to be stabbed by these two unfamiliar words, his hands were hanging in the air, he raised them slightly and then lowered them instantly, as if he wanted to hold Shuang Ruo and was afraid of something, Ming Feng, the god of war who did not change his face at the moment of life and death, but at this time Timid to move forward half a point.

The light in his eyes flickered for a moment, and the light in his eyes was extinguished inch by inch, but he no longer looked like the indifferent god of war Ming Feng.

His eyes seemed a little red: "Shuangruo, I'm here."

Shuang Ruo was startled, then raised his head in astonishment, he felt as if he hadn't woken up yet, and had misheard Ming Feng's words.

These words contain extremely heavy despair and suffocating panic, as well as joy that is almost beyond the reach of life after the catastrophe.

It was as contradictory as Ming Feng's dharma title and name taboo, Feng Jianjun wanted Ming Feng.

Ming Feng sorted out his emotions the moment Shuang Ruo raised his head, the words just now seemed to be just Shuang Ruo's illusion.

"Where did you get hurt?"

Shuang Ruo shook his head.

But Ming Feng saw clearly what happened just now, his eyes lowered: "Shuangruo——your foot is injured, let me... take you back."

All the immortals around seemed to be watching a good show, occasionally whispering to each other, and all of them had doubts in their hearts. Didn't Ming Feng not even take a look at this pair of little immortals before he went to the gods?To explain the moon in Fengshangshen's heart, shouldn't it be that Phoenix Lord resounding?One phoenix and one cat, this is the difference between clouds and mud.

The immortals thought so in their hearts, but no one dared to say it out, they just looked at Shuangruo with contempt in their eyes.

Shuangruo took half a step back, smiling on the surface, but her heart gradually sank, falling into the deep sea.

He will never forget that on the eve of the Huachao Festival, he sent Ming Feng the kit he sewed by himself. Ming Feng was arrogant and self-reliant, he took the kit casually and discarded it casually, every word pierced his bones.

"I already have someone I'm interested in. It should be Chongming. As for you, don't get entangled."

Shuang Ruo raised her head to look at Ming Feng, her ankle was aching, and her heart was no longer feeling.

"As for you, don't get entangled", this sentence marked the beginning of his miserable life.

There was light in Shuang Ruo's eyes, he tilted his head, and smiled lightly and distantly: "Thank you, God, but there is no need."

The author has something to say: suddenly open a new =3=

It's not a scumbag, the crematorium of chasing wives is vigorous, emotionless cannon fodder, the bitter days of Xiao Shuangruo are over, the double life of attack and suffering, the torture in the previous life, and the torture in this life plus the crematorium Shura ground.