Dressed as a cannon fodder

"I went to the human world and brought back a jug of wine. I want to drink with you."

Langyue looked at the person sitting quietly on the chair, took a set of glasses from the room and put them on the stone table, poured a glass of wine and filled it to [-]% full, put it on the edge of the table and asked the person, "You Try it, Ode to Fire."

Huo Song turned his face sideways when he heard the words, thought for a while, picked up the wine glass on the table and put it to his lips to take a sip.

"How? But you haven't recovered yet, so you can't drink too much," Langyue poured herself a glass, "I've drunk so many wines, only this one has a somewhat similar taste to yours, but ? Still far inferior to ?."

A look of nostalgia appeared on his face: "I? I want to drink the wine you brewed."

"..."

"How's the wine?"

Huo Song put down his glass, and slowly stroked his sleeves: "Would you? Me? Tell the truth?"

Langyue on the stone table? Zhi Yi, his gaze was firmly fixed on him: "Well, whatever you say is fine."

"The truth..." Huo Song wiped off a little water color from the mouth of the cup with his fingertips, and said, "I can't taste it."

The expression on Langyue's face froze, and she let out a breath of foul air slowly for a while: "Sorry, I? Forgot—"

"There's no need to apologize," Huo Song turned his face to the other side: "Why? An apology."

His body and soul were not well integrated, and he lost many senses, taste, pain, smell, touch... like a living dead who is neither human nor ghost.

But? This is already the maximum that Langyue can do. Bringing the dead back to life is a matter of changing morality, not to mention that Langyue used this method of escape from reincarnation to forcefully drag his soul back.

In the distant woods came the clear and clear singing of unknown birds. Langyue put the wine aside, with a little blush on her face, and lay beside Huo Song, playing with his drooping hair: "It will recover slowly," As if comforting himself, he said: "It will recover."

Huo Song was noncommittal, only felt that hand was slowly wrapping around his waist.

As soon as the belt was loosened, the other party straightened up, bringing a faint sense of oppression: "I? Will make it lighter, and won't hurt you again..."

……

There was constant singing in the woods, and they came into the house through the window, which lasted almost the whole morning. Langyue was standing by the window wearing an undershirt, playing with a bamboo stick between her right fingers, the slender The bamboo stick was flying in his fingers. After a while, Langyue jumped out of the window with the bamboo stick between her fingers. After a while, the noisy birds in the woods finally stopped.

He turned around and walked towards the couch. Half of his long hair was protruding from the brocade quilt on the couch, and it was disheveled.

Langyue kicked off her shoes and climbed onto the couch, snuggled up behind the man, and rubbed her fingertips on the red marks on Huo Song's shoulders and neck that he had sucked out. The neck went over to cover the lips, sucking out a brighter red spot.

"It's not over, is it?" Huo Song moved and turned around.

Langyue laughed and pecked on his lips, "Did I wake you up?"

"can not sleep."

Langyue lifted the quilt and leaned over, stroking her naked body with her palms, "Why is it still so cold, me? Let me warm you up."

Huo Song didn't have the energy to talk to him.

"Angry?" Langyue touched his protruding spine, always feeling the urge to eat this person into her stomach.

"Why are you angry?" Huo Song's voice was hoarse with sleepiness.

After a moment of silence, Langyue wrapped her arms around his body, and slowly said behind him: "You don't have to love me, or you don't have any reaction to me, I can accept all of these," he hugged her tightly Person: "But? You can't leave? Me?."

Huo Song's eyelids were lifted, and the sleepiness was gone for a while: "Langyue, I? I have never seen through you." He moved away and touched the hand under him, "Your goal has already been achieved, right? You say me? I have no use value for a long time, why bother? Letting go now should not save you a lot of trouble."

Langyue reached in without hesitation: "Don't you believe that I will love you?"

Huo Song lost his temper, so he just let him do it? Luan: "Have you lied to me before? How many times," he said, "After all, you let me know that feelings can be faked, don't you? Looking back for my appearance, you seem to be touching yourself, or what you love is just the former Huo Song, who has died in the past. Now I am like this, you still try to return to his appearance ?"

"I? I'm sorry, Lord? I'm sorry for Shu Zhong. I'm sorry for Du Ruyue. I'm sorry for everyone in the devil's palace, but I'm not sorry for you. Langyue, do you still expect me to be stupid?"

Langyue's voice was as thin as a mosquito's moan: "Me? No."

"Now that I think about it, I should have killed you while I was still strong, but you are basically immortal, right Langyue?"

Langyue didn't dare to say anything.

"You are like this, but you deliberately came here to die in front of me ten thousand years ago, do you know—" Huo Song suddenly stopped talking at this point, and didn't continue, "Forget it, just do it," he said. His voice became lower and lower, "Anyway, it's too late to say anything."

A drop of water fell on the pillow lightly and sank into the satin material. Langyue touched her face and felt a hand of water color. She clenched her hands tightly and said, "I'm sorry."

sorry Sorry sorry……

At that time, he was full of revenge, and he only wanted to disturb the seemingly calm illusion of the demon world and the cultivation world, and to turn him upside down. He was suppressed by Meng Yunchi for a long time, so that he couldn't control his twisted, dark and chaotic mind, because he This is his nature, and the earth ghost is an excuse. He doesn't bother to care about how those ugly things are in Shenyuan. He just wants to see how the world is messed up.

because he likes it.

In the final analysis, it was only because of his bad interest and teasing mentality that came into being in front of Huo Song.

However, Huo Song was sent away by Meng Yunchi, and the Demon Palace was also destroyed. All the familiar faces from the past disappeared overnight. After his resurrection, he only wanted to find Huo Song and lock him up. Well, he didn't care at all.

He doesn't love Huosong, he just wants to find someone and throw them away when he gets tired of playing? He won't have the slightest nostalgia.

He only likes how Huo Song treats him.

But then he couldn't find the man, not at all.

Meng Yunchi sent Huo Song away with a formation. Huo Song stayed under Xisong Island for ten thousand years, but no one knew about it. The Haidongqing family, including Wu Zan, The reason is simply because of Meng Yunchi's formation.

Ordinary people can't get in, even if they go in? They can't get out, no matter how powerful the person who comes is, unless Huosong who is inside voluntarily puts away the formation.

In this way, it was not until ten thousand years later that Meng Yunchi broke into the formation by mistake according to the system's instructions. At that time, Huo Song's life was approaching, so he withdrew the formation. With a breath of breath, he found the corpse that just happened to have its soul dissipated and was immersed in the flowing rock.

He originally thought that he would be able to give up the song of fire and find someone else to replace him, but he found that the long-term request for nothing made the other party more and more deeply rooted in his heart, lingering, and it was him who opened and closed his eyes.

He brews wine for him, develops pastries for him, cooks medicinal meals for him, and warms his cold hands and feet in the middle of the night. He is fierce and unforgiving in his mouth, but in reality he is considerate and soft-hearted. He is more likely to be shy than anyone else. My ears are red.With a sunken face and red ears in the middle of the night? He hugged him to keep warm.

He has never been defensive against him, even if he has been cheated again and again, even if he is extremely angry, he is still willing to open his arms to accept all his bad things after he lightly exposes them with a hippie smile.

He tolerates everything about him, loves all his despicableness, and endures the capricious bad roots in his bones.

His love is complete and pure, and he has never given up on him who is so rotten to the bone because of his repeated deceptions.

He seemed to finally realize what kind of treasure he had lost.

It's just that he went back and forth to find it so hard, but the person he found had already exhausted his lifespan and died.

So he planned to revive Huosong, and after a long time, even though Huosong no longer loves him as much as before, at least he came back.

He should really be content.Everything else can be done slowly, after all, as long as this person doesn't leave him again, anything is fine.

The body in his arms was still a little cold, as if he couldn't cover it, as if he had returned to the days when he slept with the corpse on the ice bed, he talked to Huosong, and held his body to confide, but No matter what he does, the other party will not give him any response.

Langyue closed her eyes and sucked lightly on his spine, her posture was pious, but her eyelashes were trembling slightly.

Forgive me? There is really no bargaining chip for you to stay.

I can only beg you with the most humble and sad gesture.

don't go.

Tens of thousands of years of asking for nothing has already made his heart twisted and sick enough, like a person standing on the top of a cliff, who can fall down without any suspense or hindrance as long as he is gently pushed. To the bottom of the abyss, he didn't want to make himself more insane, so as to do something irreversible.

After that, Huo Song slept enough for a day and a night. Langyue also knew that she had gone too far, so she didn't dare to wake him up easily. A slight slowdown in the beating can make his heart skip a beat for a long time.

Huo Song moved his index finger slightly, sat up with his elbows bent for a while, and frowned, "What time is it?"

Langyue poured a glass of water, looked at his dry lips, "It's time."

Huo Song took the water and took a sip, the dry lips were moistened into a layer of water color, Lang Yue's knuckles clasped in her palm flexed a few times, and she straightened up to kiss his lips.

Huo Song didn't dodge, and after he finished kissing, he suddenly said: "You said you would take me to see the Lord, will you break your promise?"

Langyue's body froze, she sat back on the chair under Huo Song's calm face, took the cup from Huo Song's hand, and said, "I? I won't lie to you again."

Huo Song waited for him to continue.

"...Actually, you and the Lord have met each other before, but you have never recognized each other."

Huo Song immediately frowned and denied: "Impossible, I? Recognize the breath of the Lord. Before I died, I never met anyone with a breath similar to the Lord."

Langyue was stabbed by a certain word in his words? Stabbed: "He lost his memory and joined the Chenghua Sect to practice cultivation. He has no devil energy, so naturally you can't recognize him."

Huo Song opened his mouth, what more? What more, Langyue cut off his words: "The formation was originally set up for you by him, ordinary people would only get lost in it after entering, why is he the only one who can't, I can still successfully pass through the formation to meet you."

Huo Song pressed his forehead, "No...so, we? We..."

"Yeah, you've seen it before."

They have indeed seen each other, but the old friends meet each other, but the old friends don't know.

"He's still alive, I? I really didn't lie to you."

"Want to see him?" Langyue rubbed away? He pinched the fingertips in his palm because of the force: "When you get better, I? I'll take you to see him."

He never told Huosong how he resurrected him, and he only hoped that the other party would never mention it.

The peach blossom forest around the magic palace is invincible, the seasons are like the same day, and the fallen petals are colorful.

There were two figures on the far mountain far away from the magic palace. Langyue couldn't bring them too close, lest the person in the magic palace would notice.

He waited for a while, and said in a low voice: "Here he is." Immediately, he made a gesture with five fingers together, and then covered Huo Song's eyes with five fingers together: "He came out, I? It's only possible to exchange vision with you Can't? Last too long."

As soon as he finished speaking, Huo Song felt light gradually appearing in front of his eyes. The long-lost light made him tremble slightly. Turning his gaze, Huo Song saw the place far away that should have been burnt down ten thousand years ago. magic palace.

The magic palace remained unchanged, but the surrounding fire lilies had been replaced by patches of peach forests. Huo Song's eyes shuttled through the peach forests, and finally fixed his eyes when he saw something, and did not move away.

It was a figure dressed in black, holding a small wine jar with his head bowed and walking alone. The forest was very quiet, not even a bird chirping.

The man's face was frosty and snowy, and his hair was full of hair. When he was approaching the magic palace, a fat-faced fox opened the door and ran out to greet him.

The whole process was only half a cup of tea, Huo Song's eyes darkened, and Langyue said in his ear: "How?" , After a moment of silence, he said: "My lord seems to be...not having a good time."

That white hair...

Langyue held his hand, "I? Let's see next time, okay?" He touched Huo Song's forehead: "It's windy here, if it blows too much, you will get sick."

"..."

As soon as Lang Yuefu led the people away, another figure appeared on the spot a moment later.

The man in black and white hair turned around on the spot and fixed his eyes on the trunk of a nearby tree.

He stretched out his hand to touch it, his originally indifferent expression moved slightly.

Since Huo Song went back that day, he started to have intermittent fever, and Lang Yue had already regretted it in her heart, and secretly decided not to take him out easily.

Huo Song propped his elbows by the window, looking out of the window as if distracted.

Langyue walked over lightly, "What are you looking at?"

"The wind is getting warmer, and it's spring in March."

"Yes, the flowers outside are blooming very well, why don't you go out and have a look?"

Huo Song's expression moved slightly, "Peach Blossom?"

"Ah."

He seemed to think about it, and suddenly said to Langyue: "Come here."

"What's the matter?" Langyue walked over, and was caught off guard by Huo Song, who pulled the skirt of his clothes and pulled them off, her lips collided fiercely, bleeding from the knock, but Huo Song didn't stop, she stretched out her hand and tore off his waist belt hook, But why can't my body? If there is any reaction, I close my eyes and raise my chin to Langyue: "Come on."

Langyue's throat twitched slightly, "You're not in good health yet..."

Huo Song interrupted: "Don't talk nonsense! Come!"

Langyue looked at him deeply for a while, then bent down.

……

In March, the breeze was pleasant, coming in from the window, blowing on the two people on the bed, Langyue got up and went to close the window, and heard the person behind her say in a hoarse voice: "Do you want to drink?"

"Ok?"

Huo Song said unhurriedly: "It's not dark yet, if you come back from picking two jars of peach blossoms, I'll make you wine tonight."

As if being hit by surprise in an instant, Langyue's eyes lit up slightly, and she threw herself on him, "Really?"

Huo Song seemed to be a little sleepy, and his voice became lower: "If you don't believe me, you don't have to go, it will save me some trouble..."

"Go! I? Go!" Langyue went to put on her coat, leaned over and kissed him on the face: "Wait for me to come back."

Huo Song let out a sound, and said vaguely: "Night? When you come back, just wake me up..."

Langyue went out full of joy, took two jars and shuttled through the peach grove, sifted carefully, picked the best peach blossoms and folded them off. At night, when he returned with the peach blossoms, he should have been lying on the bed ? The rest of the people disappeared, leaving only a cold room.

There was a humming sound echoing in the huge magic palace, and the little baby carved in pink and jade had crystal clear tears on his face, paddling his toddler feet and wobbled to chase the wide sleeve corner.

The sleeve corner that was fluttering in mid-air stopped quietly, and a sigh sounded: "What's the hurry, it's not like I don't want it? You."

The little baby was picked up by both hands, and he raised his pitiful face, and burrowed into his arms while humming, "Baba... Baba..."

General Meng Yunchi hugged him in his arms and patted his head, then simply hugged him out together. The person who was standing alone outside had been waiting for a long time, Huo Song smiled on his face, and said in a warm voice, "My lord."

After years of life and death, now that the old man sees you again, things have changed.

Meng Yunchi looked at him for a long time, and finally said: "Song of Fire."

The fat-faced fox picked up the little figure peeping in through a small slit and brought it back with the clothes in its mouth, and whispered to him: "嘤...嘤嘤..."

It's not fun to watch, baby, just wait and don't move.

Min used his hands to cover up its big face, crawled over and continued to peek.

Dong Fei once again pulled the man over with his clothes at the back of his neck, persuading him, "嘤...嘤..."

Min Yun stared at it with big, clear eyes, and suddenly his mouth shrunk for a while, and he burst into tears: "Wow... Ba... Papa..."

Dong Fei was flustered immediately, begging Yan Bader's ancestor with his mouth to stop crying, but Min Yun turned a deaf ear and continued to shout at the top of his voice, Dong Fei hummed, he was about to cry.

As if he didn't hear the movement outside, Meng Yunchi lowered his head to make tea for Huo Song.

There was a strand of white hair hanging down his forehead, and he casually pinned it behind his ear, and pushed the cup in front of Huosong, "Okay, let's drink."

Huo Song sensed the cold atmosphere in the hall, and hesitantly said: "My lord...seems to have changed a lot."

Meng Yunchi looked up: "You too? Yes."

Goodness is like water, if Meng Yunchi used to be gentle and warm like spring water, now the water has condensed into three feet of ice in winter, only adding to the indifference and refusal of people thousands of miles away, just looking at it makes you feel out of reach , let alone close.

Huo Song picked up the teacup: "My lord, that child should be born with a cute and beautiful face."

"I don't know if Yuxue is cute, but? The core is black," Meng Yunchi said, "Yeah? I don't know whose temperament it is."

Huo Song unconsciously brought a smile on his face: "Then the child's mother must be a wonderful person who fits the Lord's wishes."

Meng Yunchi Zhiyi seemed to recall something, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Yeah, I just fell asleep a little bit, and I haven't woken up yet."

Huo Song counted the time, it was already time, and he didn't think there was anything wrong, "Master, won't you go and coax him, such a small child is most dependent on his parents, why are you frightened by crying like this?"

Meng Yunchi rubbed his forehead: "Let him go, I just want to howl."

The two of them kept their mouths shut about the past, and you and I chatted casually one by one. At the end, Huo Song sighed slightly and said, "Go to the Lord and it will be fulfilled."

Meng Yunchi looked at him: "You really want to? Is that so?"

"Yes," Huo Song said with a calm expression, "I have made up my mind."

Meng Yunchi rolled up his sleeves and stood up, sighing: "It's not easy to live a new life, once you make this decision, you won't be able to turn back."

Huo Song also stood up and bowed solemnly to him: "I? Should pay? What I owe."

The two looked at the rustling peach petals falling in the wind outside the window, speechless.

"Okay, I? Got it." Meng Yunchi agreed softly, and he lowered his eyes: "But? I want? Your soul."

Huo Song didn't ask why, and replied directly: "Yes."

Meng Yunchi put his hand on the top of his head, searched up and down, a strange color flashed on his face, and then took a ray of his soul.

Huo Song felt dizzy for a while, and almost fell down. Meng Yunchi stretched out his hand to help him, and said in a low voice, "Okay, come with me."

He Shi Shi ran out of the magic palace with his hands behind his back, so he didn't care about Min Yun who was crying like a pig behind him, Huo Song looked back with some hesitation, and then raised his heels to follow Meng Yunchi's footsteps.

Fengxi's released consciousness suddenly gathered, and then broke through the door, turning into a stream of light in the air and going away.

He stopped in front of the Forbidden Valley, put away his sword and rushed away, and finally saw two figures in the depths of the Forbidden Valley.

One is dressed in black, the other has red hair. Two figures stand in front of the breath gate.

Fengxi took a few steps forward, "Cloud... pool?"

The man in black turned his head and said flatly, "Fengxi."

Feng Xi looked at the two of them, "Did something happen to Ximen? Why do you two..."

"You haven't noticed that the seal has been broken for so many years, Fengxi," Meng Yunchi looked at him with his hands behind his back: "You really are living and going back, do you have to ask all the ghosts in Shen Yuan's ghost gate to come out and make trouble, so that you can get rid of it?" Bring your wandering attention back a little bit."

Feng Xi was rendered speechless by what he said.

Except for the white hair, Meng Yunchi's face didn't seem to have changed at all, but his temper was much colder.Feng Xi didn't want to say any more to increase his disgust, so he withdrew his hands and stood aside to watch what they wanted.

Song of Fire turned towards the void in the center: "Is this here?"

"Ah."

Huo Song raised his head, with a gloomy look on his face, he murmured: "It's really time to pay it back."

He turned his head and seemed to want to look at Meng Yunchi, and stretched out his hand towards the void, but a strong force struck, and Huo Song's entire figure was suddenly pulled into it by the Ximen, and he didn't even have time to say the last sentence when he opened his mouth.

"Do not--!!!"

Lang Yueyi, who was one step late, pounced on him, but failed to grab the last corner of Huo Song's sleeve, and watched him being dragged away by the inside of the Ximen.

Langyue turned around and roared angrily, "Why!!!"

Meng Yunchi Gujing looked back at him calmly.

Seeing his reaction like this, Langyue didn't say any more, and immediately jumped into the breath door.

Huosong is not a product of the breath door, and belongs to the three thousand miles of samsara, which has a limited lifespan. Without Langyue's immortality, ordinary people can't move freely in the breath door.If he inadvertently falls into the chaotic and jumping timeline, he may be lost between the moment and the ancient times, or he may be exhausted in an instant until the end of his life, and he may fall into the gate of ghosts and be killed by everyone. The earth ghosts ate up all their food, and there were no bones left, and almost never had a good end.

He clearly went in to die.

Langyue's hands and feet trembled, and she searched in the bottomless Ximen, afraid of seeing any kind of result, but the more she searched for him, the more desperate she became.

The gate of breath is too big, boundless and boundless, he doesn't know where the fire song will go.

As time slowly passed, his frantic search gradually slowed down, Langyue seemed to sense it, and suddenly turned around and rushed to a certain place.

Shen Yuan is a bottomless black sea, the rolling waves are composed of earth ghosts, they tear and bite each other, refusing to give in to each other, there is me in you, and there is your killing in me There is a sea of ​​greed and evil that can't be seen in the middle of the eye, and one glance will make people's body cold and their scalp numb.

It's like a livestock den.

And Langyue is the master who crawled out of this nest.

He saw a piece of clothing in the sea, it was the plain tunic gown that he personally put on Huo Song yesterday, and there was still the smell of Huo Song on it. ?He plunged his head into the sea, ignoring the bite on his body, and reached for the hem of his clothes.

A little bit.

With one blow, Langyue swung away a ground ghost that was laying on her body and gnawed, leaned out her upper body, finally pinched the corner of the clothes, pulled back, and found that this corner of the clothes was the only one left. The things that are empty underneath are not connected to anything.

He turned his head in astonishment, only to see a few ground ghosts next to him still chewing something, and he could vaguely see the open and closed cracked mouth mixed with fuzzy pieces of meat, bursting out of the opponent's mouth. There was a burst of chewing.

All that was left in Langyue's mind was a sudden sharp humming, as if it was going to go down the nerve and penetrate into the bone marrow, the pain made him almost twitch.

He wanted to scream, to go crazy, to tear all these ghosts one by one under his hands, but he couldn't make any sound, only had time to tilt his head to vomit, his chest heaved violently, like a A critically ill patient dying of suffocation.

From morning to evening, how long did Meng Yunchi stand next to Ximen, and Fengxi also watched him for a long time.

Until the last ray of setting sun disappeared under the distant mountains, there was finally a movement from the majestic Ximen, and a messy figure covered in blood fell out of it, coughed a few times and then stopped moving, like a dead man.

Meng Yunchi raised his eyebrows, paced over and walked around Langyue slowly, and said: "Why, did you find it?"

Langyue was silent.

"I? Guess you found it." Meng Yunchi showed a treacherous smile on his face, which caused Fengxi who was beside him to be shocked when he saw it.

When will Meng Yunchi become like this...

"How does it feel? Is this feeling good?" Meng Yunchi squatted down beside him, "How does it feel to lose a loved one, can you tell me?"

"Langyue, think about it, how much evil have you committed..." Meng Yunchi smiled with his chin propped up: "Song of Fire has offset a lot for you."

Langyue twitched.

"Hmm..." Meng Yunchi seemed to be pondering, thought for a while, and said, "But...Actually, I? Before Huo Song left, I took a strand of his soul."

Langyue's eyeballs moved slightly, and a glimmer of hope slowly appeared.

Even if it is a ray of soul, even if it is broken and incomplete, it cannot replace the whole body, but he can create a secret realm, put the soul into it and nurture it carefully, and he can raise a "Song of Fire"—as long as it does not Leaving that secret realm, there will be a 'true', complete 'Ode to Fire'.

Langyue was so stimulated that she had nowhere to go and began to rush to the doctor. He stared at Meng Yunchi, ignoring the blood and tears on his face, and hurriedly said: "Will you give me your soul? What do you want? What do you want me? Promise you, as long as you give me your soul?..."

Meng Yunchi's expression remained unchanged, and he said softly: "Then I want? You resurrected Minhangyuan."

Langyue's expression froze on her face.

Meng Yunchi laughed, "Can't you do it? Ode to the Resurrection Fire is fine, but Min Hang Yuan can't?"

Langyue's face was full of eagerness, obviously the only remaining hope was in the hands of the other party, but? He couldn't meet the other party's conditions.

He really couldn't? Revive Minhangyuan.

Minhang is far from belonging to Da Sanqian's law of reincarnation, so he can't find the soul of the other party.

"Me?...I...Maybe it's okay, let me try, let me try, okay?"

Meng Yunchi had seen his expression clearly, removed the smile on his face, and returned to his usual indifference: "You can't do it at all, won't it still be futile if you try many times?"

He took out a glazed cup from behind, and there was a small cluster of flames burning inside, as if it was about to be extinguished with a light blow, "You can't do it, but you can change the conditions."

"What! What conditions!"

The glazed cup in Meng Yunchi's hand swayed slightly, and the cluster of flames swayed slightly under Langyue's frightened eyes: "You swear to the heavens that the gate of hell will never be opened again, and you will be the master of Shen Yuan." , to ensure that none of the earth ghosts can cross the boundary, otherwise..."

Under Langyue's gaze, Meng Yunchi mouthed lightly, "Huh~ Otherwise, it will be destroyed."

"I?..." Langyue swallowed, "I? Promise you."

Under the witness of the Dao of Heaven, he swore an oath to form an irresistible restriction of the Dao, which fell between Langyue's eyebrows. This restriction will exist forever with his endless eternal life. It cannot be violated or broken, otherwise...

Langyue looked at Meng Yunchi, "Can you give him to me now?"

"Ah," Meng Yunchi picked up the glazed cup and threw it at him casually, "of course."

Langyue's heart almost jumped out of her chest, and she hurriedly took the glazed cup into her arms, her expression froze with joy, "This..." He shook his head and took a step back: "This is not..."

"That's right," Meng Yunchi looked at his reaction with interest, "I? Said I had a wisp of Huo Song's soul in my hand, but? I? Didn't say it was his soul.」

Langyue panted heavily, "You lied to me? What about the soul?"

Meng Yunchi pointed to the Ximen: "It's inside."

Langyue burst into anger: "You want? I? Resurrect Minhangyuan. I? Can't be resurrected. You want? I? Swear, swear, I? Sent, where is the soul of Huo Song!"

Meng Yunchi used his fingers as a gesture? The sword slashed out a stream of sword energy to resist Langyue's attack: "The spirit is in the gate of rest."

Langyue became even more angry, her voice changed: "Meng! Yun! Chi!"

"Langyue."

The familiar voice behind him made Langyue's leaping figure pause. He turned his head in disbelief, and saw that the person who had been dragged into the breath gate was standing behind him at this moment, looking at him in a mess.

Langyue fell down like a fool, and muttered in her mouth: "Song of fire...Song of fire?"

"I? I told you all about it," Meng Yunchi said, "Huo Song's soul is in the gate of rest."

The one who entered the Ximen at Chenshi was just a puppet made by Meng Yunchi who took out a strand of Huosong's soul. The real Huosong was always outside the Ximen, but Langyue was completely confused by the puppet inside the Ximen. Sleep.

Langyue stumbled and ran towards him, stretched out her blood-stained hand to touch Huo Song's face, but paused in mid-air, wiped off the blood-stained clothes before touching Huo Song with her hand Song's face: "You didn't go in," he felt the real touch, and suddenly hugged the other person, exhausted all his strength to hold him tightly in his arms: "You didn't go in..."

and many more.

Lang Yuefu straightened up and looked behind him: "Where's Ximen?"

The invisible door that had been exuding coercion disappeared at some point - when he was confronting Meng Yunchi.

His eyes moved to Huosong's body, his five fingers clasped Huosong's shoulder tightly, and repeated: "Where's Ximen?"

"Here." Huo Song pointed at himself and replied softly.

"..."

He put the breath gate in his body.

As long as Langyue opens the gate of ghosts and breaks the seal, Huo Song will be the first one to die.

Langyue trembled slightly, "You really know how to catch me to death."

Huo Songyi smiled: "I'm not as good as you in this respect."

"Song of Fire..." Langyue whimpered, tightening her hand more and more tightly, "Forget it, forget it... It's good that you live."

He lowered his head: "It's good for you to live."

After Langyue hugged her for a long time, Huo Song moved, "So it's time for you to go back."

Tears flowed from Langyue's face again, she held his face and blocked her lips fiercely, biting and sucking mercilessly, even if she tasted blood, she didn't want to stop until Huo Song couldn't stand it anymore. Falling down, he just let the other party go, he crushed the fire with his fingertips and his lower lip was stained with blood, biting every word extremely hard: "Okay, me? Go back," he laughed hoarsely, "You like this Isn’t it just to let me go back? Then I will go back, but? You have sealed the breath door in your body, and shut me in the breath door? You will never be able to get rid of me.”

Huo Song was indifferent.

Langyue's smile gradually changed, and there was a hint of sadness in it. She said: "Song of Fire, Song of Fire..." He said: "You remember it, and you too? Don't believe it, I? I love you, really I love you so much that it makes me sick and become what I am now."

"..." Huo Song had nothing to say.

Langyue finally stared blankly at each other for a long time, then pressed a light kiss on Huo Song's forehead.

I Yuejun's heart is extremely extreme, and my thoughts are like madness. I have become a sick bone, and I can't get rid of my depression.

But you don't believe me.

The figure of Langyue in front of Huo Song gradually became transparent. He remained silent for a long time, and when the aura in front of him had completely disappeared, he said softly, "I? I know."

Of course I know you love me, but your love came too late.

Ten thousand years of grievances and grievances are over, so far, we have been farewell to each other, we are happy each other, and we will never see each other again.

Huo Song turned to Meng Yunchi and saluted again, "My lord, take care."

He turned around and left. Since then, he has freed himself from the shackles of thousands of years and traveled across thousands of miles of rivers and mountains. He opened up those years of stagnation accumulated in his heart and lived with his heart.

He can finally go to the sun and never look back at his past. There is no return date for this trip, or he will meet his old friend after many years, talk and laugh indifferently, and maybe never see each other again, and we will be far away from each other.

Once the matter is over, the past will be broken, and after the farewell, we will never meet again.

Later, Langyue was imprisoned under the sunless deep abyss, looked up, but couldn't see anything.

No one knows that he can sneak across the gate of ghosts and come to the human world.

he will be every few years