deep fog

White mist sounded the day of the dead.

The Heavenly Palace above the nine heavens was stained with a hint of decay.

The Emperor of Heaven stared at a portrait of a beautiful woman hanging in the old palace. Feeling the trace of decay, his complexion changed slightly. He sighed softly and took out another portrait from his sleeve. Temple, it is himself.

He calmly unfolded the scroll and hung it next to another portrait of a beautiful woman. Looking at the two people on the portrait, he smiled slightly and opened his hands. The last six ancient treasures in the world appeared in front of him, corresponding to the six worlds. amazing!

The Emperor of Heaven arranged them according to invisible but mysterious trajectories respectively, forming an array.

Then walk slowly to one end of the formation.

The ancient treasure was turned into a sacrificial array, and the Heavenly Emperor was the sacrificial offering.

The formation was activated, and the gorgeous flames shot up from the old palace, but no one could see it... Maybe, in the heart of the Heavenly Emperor, everything started with two people, and only two people were needed to witness its end...

The tall man gradually weakened, and the flames gradually rolled towards the two young men in the painting.

The old palace was soon reduced to ashes.

There are only two groups of light looming on the ruins of the old palace, which are the dead souls of the Heavenly Emperor and his son.

A black spot appeared in the distance, and as it moved, the remnant soul of the Emperor of Heaven could barely see that it was Bai Wusheng's second disciple—A Bao.

"A Bao'er—"

The young man was startled.

"Your Majesty, where are you? You asked me to come here at this time, why didn't you show up?"

He narrowed his eyes and managed to look around, and finally found the Emperor of Heaven and his master.

Ten thousand years later.

A piece of paper yellow crane was folded from a pair of bony hands, and thrown lightly.

The yellow crane floated, floated across the Huahe River on the other side where the red blood was fragrant, floated thousands of miles across the mountains and rivers in the world, passed through the clouds and landed on the back of the fairy's white hand.

He Xu smiled lightly, opened it and saw that it was a wedding invitation sent by the King of the Ghost Realm on behalf of someone.

The person who gets married is their good friend - the second prince of the Demon Realm.

He Huan lazily lay down on the bed, her long hem dragging on the jade, and finally she was willing to go out.

Heitongguan, the only way to pass through the demon world, the ghost king released the soul fragments that had been put together with the sound of white mist.

Fu Shen remembered that he was still just a ball of soul in a daze, and smiled lightly. Sure enough, even if he didn't remember anything, it was easy for him to fall in love with the person in front of him at the first sight.

He Xu slept for three years, and Fu Shen didn't wake him up. He had always indulged He Xu, right or wrong, as long as He Xu wanted it, he would give it to him.

He Suu sometimes hates the sound of the white mist like this, he should not...not...but he just wants him to be tempted...He Suu hates this pattern and this appearance, he used to be very chaotic, chaotic Extremely.

From the beginning……

For the He family, the wind blew away the bloody smell in the air, but He Suan seemed to be able to see the dying He family members walking through the courtyard one by one.

His illness has been dragging on for a long time and he has not recovered. On the one hand, it is the grief of the massacre of his tribe, and on the other hand, he is mourning but not sad, and forced to smile in order to pretend to have lost his memory.

Unbeknownst to him, Bai Wusheng already knew in his mind that the lifelessness in He Xu's eyes made him feel pain in his heart, and he wondered how to let He Xu vent it.

one night.

He Xu was having nightmares, gritted his teeth with a painful face, heard the sound of white mist and rushed over, He Xu was still awake, but his fingers were grabbing the bedding and blood was already coming out.

Bai Wusheng stood there and watched for a while, smoothed He Huan's wound with a spell, grabbed He Huan's hand and put it on his arm. At dawn the next day, He Huan opened his eyes and was startled. Bai Wusheng was leaning against the head of the bed with a pale face, and his arm had already been grabbed and dug by him to reveal the bones.

He Xu's pupils shrank for a while, and the bloody scene made him feel a secret pleasure.

Bai Wusheng glanced at He Huan's expression, breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and healed himself with magic. If he didn't want to, a hundred He Huan's efforts would not be able to pierce a single bit of his skin.

He Xu showed grief and sadness on his face: "Could it be that I did it?"

Bai Wusheng shook his head.

He Huan was even more distressed than his look.

For many years after that, whenever He Xu fell asleep and had nightmares at night, the sound of white mist would come out of his room, and then sit beside He Xu's bed, venting any madness.

Then again.

He Xu felt happy, and gradually recovered from his illness.

Seeing that he was healed, Bai Wusheng breathed a sigh of relief, and summoned his sword, and the two of them flew away with the sword. As soon as they flew out of the He family's domain, He Huan's face turned pale.

He was dizzy with the sword.

The white mist hugged his waist, feeling that He Huan's body in front of him softened, and looked down at the young man: "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"

The young man had just recovered from a serious illness, and his already pale face showed the exhaustion of a dying person at this moment. He slowly shook his head: "I'm fine, Master."

He smiled.

Bai Wu frowned, but stopped flying up, put away his sword and embraced the weak young man and fell slowly.

He Xu thought, did this person feel distressed?It turns out...what's wrong with me is also the punishment for Bai Wusheng. Thinking of this, a faint mockery inevitably appeared in his eyes.

Bai Wusheng turned his head to see if He Huan was getting better, but just happened to be hurt by the mockery in He Xu's eyes, touched his heart, and then thought of something, and cared about He Huan as if nothing had happened: "It will be better, after waiting , I’ll think of a way to go back in another way.”

So in the beginning, Bai Wusheng was not that strong. He fell in love with someone for the first time, even if he was the proud son of heaven, in front of He Xu, he was no different from an ordinary young man - being despised by the person he liked, he It will hurt, it will be sad, and it can only be as if nothing had happened.

Building a boat for He Xu was the way Bai Wusheng came up with, maybe there are some more convenient and easier ways, or let He Xu bear it, and they will take good care of He Xu's body when they arrive in Xianjing.

But Bai Wusheng just wanted to build a boat for He Huan, so that He Huan could sit comfortably in the boat he made, noble and elegant, and let everyone know how much Bai Wusheng's apprentice is loved by the master.

"Don't be polite to your teacher."

This is a sentence that Bai Wusheng often said to He Huan, with a light tone, as if what he did was easy, but He Xu clearly knew that it was different.

They were looking for the soul of the ten-thousand-year-old beast for shipbuilding in the desert, and He Suan was left waiting in the desert inn by the sound of white mist.

In the middle of the night, the wind whimpered with difficulty, and someone knocked on He Xu's door.

"Young master, take a look, is this the young master who came with you?"

There was a commotion downstairs, and the thick smell of blood penetrated into people's nostrils, stimulating the brain.

"Son—"

Constant knocking on the door.

He Huan got up with a sullen face, and opened the door, only to see several big men supporting a stretcher, and Bai Wu was lying on it with weak breathing, unconscious.

"We met him three miles away. At that time, half of his body was buried in the sand. Seeing that this young man is not clearly injured, the shopkeeper has already ordered someone to find medicine for the wound."

The person was put on He Huan's bed, and He Huan thanked him softly.

After closing the door, He Huan stared coldly at the half-dead white mist. After a while, a happy smile appeared on his face. The smile gradually expanded and diffused, and finally evolved into a silent laugh.

Crazy, weird.