My old enemy always likes to pull my furry ears

Ghost machine 49 returns home, there are new tears every day.

The initial color of the tears that just came in is blood red, and it will become transparent after a while.

Over the years, Xinjin has had a lot of tears, but none of them are what he wants to find.

Xue Huan is like a resident living in a place that suffers from perennial drought every day. Seeing these red tears feels like he has received amnesty.

He looked forward to it over and over again, but failed over and over again.

Even so, he still persisted in looking at these tears over and over again, until the person who saw these tears turned into Yan Zhou.

……

Because he hadn't had a good rest for too long, on this day, Xue Huan fell asleep.

He cried in his sleep. He didn't know what he dreamed of. He consciously tried his best to restrain himself, but he still couldn't hold back his tears.For a dignified man, it is not an honor to shed tears, even if it is an unconscious behavior in sleep, it is still shameful.

Xue Huan forced himself to wake up and opened his eyes. He found that he was not only crying in his dream, but actually shed tears.

In front of his eyes, his own tears were floating up to the height of his eyebrows, shining brightly, but also fragile.

There was still an unformed teardrop hanging from the corner of Xue Huan's eye. He stared blankly at the teardrop, and saw himself in it 10 years ago, as if he had passed away.

He reached out to touch, but when he saw Yan Zhou's back flashing past on the snow mountain, he was stunned.

It's just a back view, Huang Liang has a dream, Huang Liang has a dream.

Xue Huan found himself trembling uncontrollably, he couldn't believe it, he didn't dare to move again, he was afraid that he might do something wrong and make that person disappear again.

Don't go, really don't go...

Yan Zhou.

Xue Huan begged in his heart.

He greedily recalled the dusty memories hidden in the depths of his mind for a long time.

Beautiful, the first encounter on the snow mountain, Qionglan mountain is full of flowers and trees, insects, birds, fish and animals, everything is happy, so beautiful, so happy.

Phoenix wood, Xue Huan saw Huang's home, and it was also his home.

The fiery red like the scorching sun made his eyes burn.

Huang kissed him, and it was her own initiative.

Xue Huan's smile grew wider, but his inner self was blushing with embarrassment.

At that time, he should have been blinded by shyness, he didn't kiss back, he should have kissed back, he thought.

As soon as the screen turned, it came to an empty grassland. Xue Huan remembered this scene, and it was Yan Zhou who taught him the sword technique of Dayin Xisheng.

At that time, he couldn't comprehend what it means to be magnificent and silent like falling flowers. He only knew that the fierce swordsmanship should hit the ground with sound, not the kind where a stone is thrown into the water without sound. Otherwise, why would it be convincing.

Later, I taught it many times. In the days when Yanzhou went to Sangchi to work on business, he had no support, so he realized that the real fierceness should be moistening things silently and bluntly hurting invisible.

He understood, Yan Zhou also came back.

Xue Huan looked at himself and Yan Zhou embracing in tears, as if holding him in his arms now.

If I remember correctly, when I came back that time, it happened to be in time for my birthday, and on that birthday, he and Huang really became partners.

Xue Huan was looking forward to it, but unexpectedly, the next scene began to shatter.

He saw the change of the sky, the battle of the gods, the black mist spread in the sky of Sangchi, and the blood stained the grand palace of heaven.

He saw Huang trapped in the formation covered in blood, he saw his shock piercing into Huang's chest, he saw Huang's wings being chopped off, he saw Huang lying on the ground vomiting blood and looking at him sadly...

Xue Huan couldn't hear anything, the fighting around was so intense that he could hardly hear his own voice, when he saw the falling of the phoenix, he rushed over with all his strength, nothing but tears fell, Another drop fell into Huang's eyes.

After that moment, Huang disappeared, and he himself lost consciousness.

The "world" in tears came to an abrupt end, and everything started from scratch.

Xue Huan roared loudly, and then spat out a mouthful of blood.

Huang fell into the God Realm, and her whereabouts are unknown.

Yanzhou later told him that all things live and all things die. On the surface of prosperity, no one can see the ferocious killing behind it.

The other side of the God Realm is hell, everything is bright and beautiful, but there are bloody thorns behind it.

The resentment that Xue Huan was bored in his heart was not completely vomited out with the mouthful of blood. He masochistically looked at the tears over and over again. This kind of torture made him feel better, and made him feel that he was still alive.

Time has passed for a long time, I don't know how long.One day in Guiji 49 is equal to 49 days in the human world, and he spends it in a daze, not knowing day and night, wind, flowers, snow, moon, hometown and distance.

Then one day, Xue Huan felt that being a god was boring, so he jumped into hell.

Xue Huan didn't know where hell was. He jumped into a secluded river in Guiji 49. When he woke up, he found himself in the dark night with a yellow sand-colored full moon above his head.

He was lying on the ground, his body was clean.

The surrounding area is vast and endless land. To be precise, the reason why I can't see the edge is because the fog is so thick that the line of sight is blocked.Xue Huan got up and walked forward leisurely. After a while, he saw a large pool with three mountains in the center.

It may not be a mountain, there are corpses everywhere.

There is a passage under the feet that leads to that side, which is level with the water of the pool, and is also piled up with bones.

Xue Huan took a step and walked twice, when a pool of water rushed over and wet his shoes, the shoes were instantly corroded and there was no residue left, but his feet were intact.

After walking for a while, Xue Huan stepped onto the shore.

He stepped on all kinds of ghosts crying and howling, screaming and laughing, all of them were probably hanged ghosts.

However, when he was about to think about which direction to go, he was besieged by hundreds of little ghosts. Some of these little ghosts were holding weapons, and some were stabbing Xue Huan with his own five ghost claws.

The beatings by these brats didn't actually hurt, but Xue Huan just fell into evil ways and couldn't resist.

He was pushed and shoved, he dodged with his head in his arms, and he waved his hands to stop him, but it was of no use except that there were more wounds on his body.

So he could only wrap himself as tightly as possible and form a ball to avoid more injuries.

These brats left after a while, leaving Xue Huan alone with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

He slowed down for a while, stood up, poohed the sand in his mouth, and a puddle of blood foam.

He walked around the mountain of bones and saw nothing but the pool of water.There must be a hidden hole in the mountain of corpses. When he approached, he could feel the ground shaking under his feet, and it seemed that there were spiritual methods attacking each other.

When I was in Sangchi, I heard that no matter what time it is, hell is always fighting for who is the most powerful person.

Those in power will not remain the same, whoever is the most powerful will be the boss.

In this ghostly place, Xue Huan couldn't do anything, so he obediently stayed away.He seemed tired and fell asleep leaning against a corner.

This sleep was dreamless. When he woke up, he moved his stiff shoulders and opened his eyes to meet a frantically rolling eyeball. Xue Huan was startled, and was beaten again before he could react.

This time there were still a lot of ghosts, probably more than last time, and they beat them a little harder. Xue Huan couldn't dodge in time, and there was a bang on the bone in his left hand, which should have been broken.

After that, Xue Huan was in an infinite cycle between sleeping and waking up and being beaten. No matter where he went, when he woke up, he would always be surrounded by a group of ghosts. These ghosts came from nowhere and tortured people. It was also very tight. During the days of being beaten, Xue Huan felt that he was about to have a nervous breakdown.

He tried not to sleep, he would be on guard when he heard any sound in his ears, and was ready to run, however, no matter how fast he ran, he was not as fast as these little ghosts. These little ghosts seemed to be a checkpoint in this hell, unless he endured the ordeal , or the Child of Destiny, otherwise don't even try to get rid of them.

Xue Huan couldn't get rid of it. He was actually lifted up by these ghosts this time, and he was at a loss when he was suddenly suspended in the air. Just when he was about to turn over, he was suddenly thrown into the pool.

The pool water poured into his ears, nose and throat, and he suddenly felt a burning sensation in his throat, and then sank down.

Causal loop, interlocking.

This pool is the Pond of Guanchou.

Although Xue Huan sank, he did not receive the burning from Guanchou Pond, nor did he lose consciousness.

A golden light gathered at his throat - that was the Buddha Qi of Nanfo Bingdilian.

It's just that he didn't stop falling, the surrounding was pitch black, and there was only a little light in front of his eyes.

Suddenly, a drop of water appeared in front of his eyes. Xue Huan blinked, and the drop of water got into his eyes as if it had found its owner.

Xue Huan fell into an abyss.

……

He saw Yanzhou's world.

After Yan Zhou was cut off his wings in Sangchi, he fell into hell and fell to Guanchou Pond. He got up from the ground covered in scars, limped, and looked at this dark world with panic and fear.

The clothes on his body were so torn that they were almost naked.

He dragged his injured foot and moved forward slowly.

After walking for a while, I saw a group of little ghosts rushing up, grabbed Yan Zhou's hair and shoved him to the ground.Yan Zhou fell down, failed to sit up, and was kicked down again.

Many bloodstains were scratched on his body, and many paw prints were drawn on Yan Zhou's cheeks.

When the little ghosts left, Yan Zhou got up and ran forward without looking back. He cried while running, calling Xue Huan's name in his mouth.

"Ash."

After he ran for a while, another group of little ghosts chased him up, and another round of beatings began...

The days when Yan Zhou first arrived in Guanchou Pond were not easy, he lost all spiritual powers, his legs were still limping, he had nothing, he was useless.Several strands of his hair were pulled off, ten of his fingers were broken, and his two legs were smashed to pieces by the stones, with gravel embedded in his flesh.

Up and down the whole body, only a pair of eyes can see.

At that time, a new king had emerged from the Hell Contest. In order to celebrate his victory, he caught Yan Zhou, hung him up, and whipped him with a whip dipped in water from the pool of sorrow.

Yan Zhou's tormented spiritual method returned to light, but it was useless, it only forced out his broken wings.

This pair of Nine Heavens Profound Feathers is no longer glorious.

The new king cut it off with a knife and threw it into the Guancho Pond. Afterwards, Yan Zhou was also thrown into the pool.

The wings were burned by the pool water and gradually lost their shape. Yan Zhou watched helplessly, his body was also being eroded, he reached out to grab a feather, swallowed him, tears melted with the pool water, Yan Zhou also No bones remained.

Forty-nine days later, the feather swallowed by Yan Zhou was attached to a fishbone, transformed into Yan Zhou's appearance, and returned to Guanchou Pond.

He has fishbone spurs printed on his back, his left hand is a dry bone, his eyes are purple, and his face is covered with black lines.

Yan Zhou went on a killing spree in hell.

He killed all the ghosts on the bone mountain, including the newly appointed king.

And so, on a certain day, Hell emptied out.

Yan Zhou was born bloodthirsty, he was not reborn, it was just a feather of his that was entrusted to another living creature due to excessive resentment, and it was just a borrowed soul.

He is lonely in this hell. Yan Zhou who has killed so many ghosts, in order to prolong his life, automatically devours those rich ghosts. This is like a bottomless pit. In order to prevent the final backlash, he wrapped his limbs in chains and sank to the bottom of the pond of sorrow.

This sinking, nearly 10 years.

Yan Zhou was awakened by the commotion of Tu Shenyong. After waking up, the first thing he did was to find Xue Huan.

Therefore, he joined the WTO and caused chaos.

……

The Buddha Qi gathered in Xue Huan's throat has lasted too long. He has always wanted to integrate himself into Yan Zhou's world, to turn himself into Yan Zhou, and to put Yan Zhou's suffering on himself.

He thought that by doing this, he could be freed.

But his desire to die was too heavy, and Nanfo Bingdilian's Buddha spirit was sensed, so he didn't follow him.

Xue Huan wanted to die, but he didn't allow——

After a big dream, he woke up from the snow mountain.

The snow mountain is going through a long winter night, and there is heavy snow all around.

Xue Huan knelt down in panic and kowtowed three times to the sky. Then he groped around himself and found the copper coin behind the hairband. He racked his brains to think about the connection between himself and Yan Zhou. As long as there was such a small relationship, then It was possible to come back to life, he frantically scratched at his body, suddenly inserted his hand into his chest, and pulled the little spirit out alive.

Looking at the bloody thing, Xue Huan smiled, and then he cut his throat with his nails...

The source of life is torn apart, calling for death.

The pain can be imagined.

Xue Huanjing stayed for three days, but to no avail.

It was still snowing heavily.

Xue Huan self-destructed his original body and severed his divine veins.

Since then, there will be no eternal life.

In front of his white eyes, he suddenly saw Guiji 49's tears in the forest, he saw the Pond of Guanxi under hell, and he also saw the river going upstream to Crow Valley.

That was Yan Zhou's home in the world.

……

One morning in the snowy mountains, the day finally came.

Xue Huan sat on the snow cliff and closed his eyes in thought. He heard footsteps behind him, and he opened his eyes.

"Ash."

Yan Zhou shouted behind him, with a clear light like snow shining in his eyes.

When the snow stopped, Xue Huan took Yan Zhou's hand and said softly, "Do you want to step on the snow?"

Yan Zhou nodded.

"I'll take you."

"it is good."

The two held hands, their backs gradually drifted away on the boundless snow-capped mountains until they disappeared.

The way of heaven is permanent, and it is a principle that good will be rewarded with good and evil will be rewarded with evil, and that no one can break it.

People say that the law of heaven is clear, and there is reincarnation above three feet.

And reincarnation has no way, and reincarnation also has love.