The original misunderstood me! ! !

Bizhufeng, Zhaitang.

The table was covered with porridge and side dishes, Luo Yu and Situ Yi sat on the left side, Yu Zheyuan sat alone on the right side, the place where Wen Yue used to sit was empty, obviously deserted.

Even Situ Yi couldn't seem to be more active - Master is not here, how are Xianjun and Yumei? Quiet, no one talks to him.

Contrary to Luo Yu's indifference, Situ Yi mentions Wenyue almost three times a day.

"Master, what's wrong? You haven't come back yet?"

"Xianjun, do you miss Master very much? I miss him too."

"Sister Yu, don't you want Master?"

Most of the time, no one answered him.Hearing that Situ Yi was repeating the reading while eating again, Luo Yu was annoyed by the question, showing his nature, and impatiently put down his chopsticks: "He has only been away for three? days!"

"Three? Days? It's been a long time," Situ Yi curled his lips aggrievedly, "Sister Yu, I'll miss you if I don't see you for a day."

Luo Yu: "..."

When Yu Zheyuan heard the conversation between the two apprentices, the hand holding the white jade spoon paused slightly.

It turns out that only three days have passed?

But why do I feel that time is still, and every moment is stretched infinitely?

Because after Wen Yue left, he couldn't fall asleep anymore??

Even if he refuses to believe it anymore, Yu Zheyuan has to admit, what? Irreversible changes have taken place imperceptibly.

During these three days, he suffered from insomnia all night long, and when he closed his eyes, he had nightmares, but his spirit was not sluggish due to the effect of the drugs.

Two days ago?, Yu Zheyuan tried to examine his abnormality calmly and even coldly. After all, before Wen Yue appeared, nightmares and insomnia were nothing more than normal.

But when he stripped away his emotions and analyzed all of this, the feeling of losing control became more and more obvious, and he still didn't come to a satisfactory conclusion.

He scooped up a spoonful of emerald and white jade soup, and looked at Situ Yi—this child was born with pure enthusiasm, with emotions written all over his face, so he lived transparently and clearly, knowing what he liked. What?, what do you want?, what do you hate?... It's not like he is scheming, but in the constant calculation and use, he loses himself more and more.

Maybe you have to analyze yourself thoroughly, restraint is worse than indulgence.

If he doesn't care about the pros and cons of gains and losses, doesn't think about the cause and effect, and just acts on instinct, what will happen? What?

The third day? At night, it was still a sleepless night.

The sky is dark blue, and the moon is high and hidden.Yu Zheyuan stood by the railing of Yunyu Pavilion, dressed in white, hidden in the turbulent clouds and mists. When he looked far away, he could only see the sky full of stars.

He couldn't help but think of that night, when his eyes were bound by the black silk like water, making rustling noises.

A person held his hand and led him across the high-altitude icy wind and landed at the place closest to the starry sky.

——Zhaixing Pavilion.

The moment the ribbon fell off, the fireworks exploded like a shooting star.

Wen Yue's eyes were brighter than the starry sky, he stared at him with a smile, and said to him, "I hope that the immortal will be safe and happy, and live a hundred years without any worries."

He re-gifted himself a flower of Wangyoutan.

And for the first time, he couldn't restrain himself and kissed him.

Not exactly acting.

But the fireworks are easy to scatter, how about the magnificent and gorgeous fireworks that night? Like a dream, they scatter when the wind blows.

Suddenly, Yu Zheyuan felt an impulse—he wanted to keep it.

He returned to the room, opened the drawer under the yellow rosewood table, took out the wooden box of moon hibiscus, and pressed the lock.

"Click", there was a very slight sound, and the shattered Wangyoutan reappeared in front of Yu Zheyuan.

Yu Zheyuan's heart skipped a beat.

He didn't deliberately try to figure out why he had such a reaction, but just let his heart do what he wanted to do at the moment.

Yu Zheyuan carefully took out Wangyoutan with a wooden clip, and observed it in front of the candle - under the bright flame, Wangyoutan emitted a bright and clean gleam.

Although the petals are damaged and the flower juice is scattered, the basic shape is intact, which is actually very beautiful.

Yuzheyuan fetched two pieces of cicada jade, the thin jade pieces are milky white, as thin as a cicada's wings, without any engraved patterns, they can transmit light when placed next to the candlelight.

He clamped Wangyoutan, carefully placed it on one of the cicada jade pieces, flipped the angle with a wooden clamp, and placed it in the most satisfactory shape.

Immediately, Yu Zheyuan buckled another piece of cicada jade, and Wangyoutan was sandwiched between two one-foot-long jade pieces, and the transparent flower juice flowed down the edge of the jade piece.

Yuzheyuan spent a whole night roasting slowly with bright candles until the six layers of petals of Wangyoutan lost their juice and became thin and light.

Chenshi, the sky is bright.

Yuzheyuan was finally finished, turning the broken Wangyoutan into an eternal flower.

He took the jade piece away, and lightly brushed the beautiful veins on the petals of Wangyoutan with his fingertips, carefully took out the dried flower, sealed it with silvery crane feather paper, and turned it into a palm-length flower note.

The fleeting fireworks and the fleeting epiphyllum were finally left behind by him.

Yu Zheyuanqing couldn't help but bowed his head and kissed, opened the "Ben Lei Jue" that Wen Yue didn't take away, and put the flower notes into the cheat book.

Sealed with a kiss.

Accompanied by this movement, what? The impulse that has been forcibly suppressed by reason breaks out——

Yu Zheyuan took a piece of snow-white deerskin from the table and spread it out on the table.

I saw the ink on the inside of the deerskin, and drew a map of the Three Realms with a very fine wolf hair. From south to north, from east to west, mountains, rivers, lakes and seas are all marked, and the vast and boundless Three Realms are included in a small pair in the picture.

——The map of mountains and rivers in the Three Realms.

Yuzheyuan took out three golden talismans from the Qiankun bag, photographed them one by one on the map of mountains and rivers in the Three Realms, and silently recited complicated incantations, took out the white porcelain bottle that had been placed on the bamboo stand, opened it, and poured out a drop of blood.

The sweetness of the blood mixed with the slight fishy smell made Yu Zheyuan slightly dizzy in front of his eyes.

The drop of blood fell like a drop of rain, stopped a second before it touched the landscape map, turned into a round blood drop, and moved quickly.

Starting from Bizhu Peak, passing Zitu Peak, Chiyang Peak, and Ling Snake Valley, it is obviously the route to leave Qilian Mountain.

For some reason, when he was about to cross the Qingxu Peak, the blood bead circled back again, taking the Bizhu Peak as the center, and made a full three circles.

After three laps, the blood beads changed their trajectory, resolutely left Bizhu Peak, crossed the continuous mountains, and completely left the Qilian Mountains.

It stops and starts all the way, passing through the cities of the human world, through deserts and rainforests, and finally arrives at the demon world.

"...Desolate days?."

Demon world, barren world?.

A man in black, wearing a bamboo hat, was drinking tea in a simple tea shed by the side of the road.

The tea bowl is a rough porcelain bowl with a gap around the edge, which looks tattered and shabby.

The tea leaves are also poorly made, cold and bitter, full of broken bits and dust.

"..."

The young man couldn't drink it anymore, he was so used to being pampered by Bizhu Peak, he squeezed his nose and took a few sips.

"Boss, check out!"

After he quenched his thirst, he called out to the horned, ugly-looking little boss of the Demon Realm who seemed to be a Yaksha.

The little boss didn't respond.

"Plop", what? I fell to the ground.

Wen Yue looked back suddenly, and saw the little boss half-kneeling on the ground, bleeding from his seven orifices, showing a state of death.

There was a very thin silver needle inserted into his chest, his lips instantly turned black purple, and the whites of his eyes turned up, exposing the red pupils.

——Silver needles are poisonous!

What is there in the corner of my eye? In a flash, Wen Yuefei backed away quickly, a cloud of smoke and dust rose from under his feet.

But it's too late!

A total of seven silver needles were shot at Wen Yue from different directions.

Wen Yue couldn't avoid it, so in a hurry, he could only draw out the bone sword to block the three sticks that were stabbing towards his face, chest and abdomen!

"Whizzing--"

The other four poisonous needles were close at hand, and they were about to pierce Wen Yue's limbs.The bone sword in Wen Yue's hand suddenly burst into a burst of intense white light, and the four poisonous needles flew out.

Wen Yue was also engulfed by that white light, as if teleported, and disappeared in the same place in a blink of an eye.

Green Bamboo Peak, Yunyu Pavilion.

The blood beads staying in the barren sky trembled and exploded into a blood mist.

Fine blood mist fell on the map of mountains and rivers in the Three Realms, turning into blood spots as tiny as the tip of a hair.

Yu Zheyuan's pupils shrank suddenly.

Fortunately, after a while, those blood spots flew up again, and gradually gathered into a single blood bead that was exactly the same as before.

But the blood bead appeared out of thin air in another place in the demon world, and has come to the center of the barren world from the edge of the barren world!

Yu Zheyuan's thin lips were tightly pursed, and his glass-like eyes were fixed on the blood beads representing Wen Yue's traces and encounters, the color of the eyes was dim.

He guessed that Wen Yue would take away the bone sword, so he put dozens of spells on the bone sword early on.

Tracking talisman, teleportation talisman, resentment seizing talisman to suppress resentment, amulet that can save life in times of crisis...

Now it's all triggered.

Yu Zheyuan thought of Yin Changli who was lurking in the Valley of Worry and beat Wenyue to serious injury, thought of the two great protectors taught by Tongtian, the remaining two palace masters, and countless coveters of him. The demon's enemy, the onlooker who fell into trouble... For the first time, strange emotions appeared in his heart.

...is he actually afraid??

Letting Wen Yue go was a trap Yu Zheyuan set up for himself.

He wanted to see? See? How would he be without Wen Yue?

Will he silently endure loneliness and loneliness as before, immerse himself in hatred and the past, and calculate everything around him with all his heart?

Will you be willing to sacrifice yourself, even if you die for revenge, will you not be shaken in the slightest?

But he seems to be defeated.

The person in the game was broken by the game, he indulged himself to experience the subtle emotions, used the most authentic reaction to measure Wen Yue's weight in his heart, and finally came to an incredible conclusion-he didn't want Wen Yue to leave.

However, there are powerful enemies on the outside, and the monstrous blood feud has to be avenged; inside, there are lies woven by his own hands, making him trapped in a cocoon, unable to confide the truth to Wen Yue, even a few words.

...he may not live much longer.

Yu Zheyuan was silent for a long while, and transmitted voice to Luo Yu.

[Revocation of the mountain protection formation, to announce to the world? Two things for the servants——]

【Xi Wuming is dead...Wen Yue and I will make up with each other immediately. 】