Xianjun's stand-in ran away

The sunlight passed through the gaps of the sycamore trees and cast interlaced shadows on the ground. The holy son of the Wu clan who came riding a holy deer looked like an elf walking out of the forest. It should not have appeared in this world, but it was Breaking the rules, descending from the clouds and falling into the world of mortals, even the originally clean and clear eyes were contaminated with the filthy emotions and desires of the mortal world.

No longer the innocence of when we first met.

But even so, Lu Mingsi's heart still beats for this person.

Lu Mingsi opened his arms, with a hidden smile on his face, he wanted to greet the person Mu Guang came with a hug, but what he got was a resounding slap.

His head was slapped sideways, and a clear slap mark soon appeared on his handsome side face.

——Wei Lan's slap, borrowing the force of Linglu's charge, is full of force.

The silent sycamore trees turned into the dividing line of the world, one of the two was inside and the other was outside, as if there was an invisible boundary between them, which could no longer be crossed.

Lu Ming was stunned.

In the combined hundreds of years of his two lifetimes, no one had ever dared to slap him in the face. This was something he had never even thought about.

But such a ridiculous scene just happened.

"Lu, Ming, Si..." Wei Lan said every word, the flames of anger in his eyes almost ignited his whole body, "How can you...have the face to see me after doing something like that? "

"—Are you worthy?"

Still angry, he raised his other hand, intending to slap him on the right cheek again, but before he could swing his arm, the man grabbed his shoulder.

"Let me go!" Wei Lan struggled subconsciously, his eyes became more and more fierce, making him look like a beast that was annoyed for defending the territory, burning with anger.

Lu Mingsi instinctively stopped the person in front of him who wanted to continue attacking him, and finally his consciousness slowly recovered from his sluggishness, and he realized what happened belatedly.

Wei Lan slapped him.

What should his response be?

Lu Mingsi's mind was in a mess. The sincere apology he had expected before had been pushed into a corner for a long time, but he couldn't follow the instinct of Immortal Minghui to punish the offender in front of him... because he It's Wei Lan.

He should be angry, but the moment he met Shang Weilan's amber eyes that contained hatred, a basin of cold water poured down on his head, extinguishing all his anger, and scenes from his previous life flashed in his mind. Lu Ming thought, he actually knew why Wei Lan would ask such a question.

He lowered his eyelids slightly, and a rare embarrassment appeared on his face. Against the vivid slap print on his right face, he was indescribably embarrassed and funny, and he could no longer see the aloofness that was almost integrated into his bones.

His voice was slightly hoarse, and he whispered: "Yes, I'm sorry..."

Lu Mingsi had never apologized to anyone in his two lifetimes, there were three words in total, he stumbled, he wanted to explain, but he didn't know where to start.

Words are so fragile and powerless at this moment.

"I'm sorry?" Wei Lan's ending sounded strangely because she felt the absurdity, with a three-point sarcasm, stabbing both others and herself, "Do you think a word of sorry can erase the damage you have caused?! Lu Ming Si, let me tell you, sorry is useless, I will never forgive you!"

Lu Mingsi's pupils shrank slightly, and the line of his jaw suddenly tightened.

Taking advantage of the moment when Lu Mingsi was shaken, Wei Lan violently broke away from the palm that was holding her, and her raised arm fell fiercely on his intact right face, and with a "slap", she slapped his hand again. The head was tilted in the past.

Because she was panting violently, Wei Lan's whole body was trembling, her chest was heaving, and she had to suppress it with all her strength to restrain the malice that overflowed from the bottom of her heart.

——If it wasn't, if it wasn't for the fact that the person in front of him was the only immortal in the world, he would never just give him two slaps!

Wei Lan's precarious rationality is hanging by the remaining view of the overall situation, making the killing intent in his red eyes like a tide, appearing and fading, and then appearing again.

This is the chief culprit who hurt the Divine Tree, but he couldn't avenge the Divine Tree. The guilt of being ashamed of his own responsibility was about to torture him crazy.

For a long time, Wei Lan hated Lu Mingsi's aura that belonged to Immortal Minghui. In the previous life, he was trapped by the weight of this identity. There was a sense of sacrificing his life, but now that he was reincarnated, this identity... still had to be turned into a shackle to bind him.

Can't love, can't hate...

Lu Mingsi seemed like a catastrophe for him.

There was a faint smell of rust in the throat, Wei Lan closed her eyes, and swallowed back the blood gushing to the base of her tongue. Under the wide sleeves of the robe, several knots were sometimes scattered and twisted into bracelets, and sometimes assembled into sharp knuckles. Dagger, so repeatedly, the anger in the amber eyes finally froze into ice blue flames, Wei Lan's emotions condensed in the bottom of her heart, in the end, reason prevailed, and the dagger in the sleeve of the robe turned into a bracelet again, holding everything together The urge to come out.

He took a deep look at Lu Mingsi, took a breath, and wanted to turn around and leave.

But it was this action that stimulated Lu Mingsi.

"Lanlan, don't go!" Lu Mingsi begged subconsciously, his heart was gripped by fear, making him feel as if he was falling deeper and deeper into an abyss, and there was darkness in front of him, no matter how powerless he was, he restrained himself, so that The emotion that turned into a ferocious beast broke free from the cage, making him suddenly reach out and hug the person in front of him tightly, fearing that he would lose him in the next second.

The warm body wrapped Wei Lan, and the extremely aggressive aura spread rapidly, encroaching on every inch of territory around him... At that moment, Wei Lan's nerves all tensed up, with unspeakable anger and Disgust broke the dams of reason.

The strings of reason cracked inch by inch, Wei Lan could no longer restrain herself, turned around, and the dagger tucked in her sleeve came out and stabbed fiercely into Lu Mingsi's chest.

Blood splattered out, staining Wei Lan's vision red, and an indescribable sense of pleasure came over him, and after the tide passed, there was an indescribable emptiness.

Wei Lan's hand holding the dagger trembled slightly, and the dagger on Lu Mingsi's chest that could pierce flesh and blood before turned into harmless knots, coiled back around his white wrist, leaving a A dark red staggered bloodstain.

Under Lu Ming's unbelievable gaze, Wei Lan raised one corner of his lips stiffly, leaned closer and whispered in a low voice: "This sword... is to return you for Jian Mu."

There was a severe tearing pain in his chest, but what was more severe than that was the pain in his heart.

—— Wei Lan's eyes repeated that sentence over and over again: "I will never forgive you."

The aura originating from Jianmu infected Lu Mingsi's Purple Mansion, and that trace of power that did not belong to him easily set off a huge wave inside, making the inner demon that he suppressed forcibly... erupt in advance.

His arm loosened for a moment, that is, for such a short moment, the person in his arms suddenly turned and swam away like a fish. Lu Mingsi panicked, and subconsciously wanted to hug the figure in front of him to prevent him from leaving .

But it was empty.

He froze like a clay puppet, motionless.

Xin Demon Tribulation distorted his vision, making him clearly see Wei Lan, but he could no longer touch him.

But Wei Lan's hatred gaze was so real.

Lu Ming didn't dare to move anymore, he was afraid that if he moved again, he would lose his only sight.

His Adam's apple moved, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "Jianmu...what's wrong?"

"Heh." Wei Lan originally planned to leave, he didn't dare to face the hideous wound on Lu Mingsi's chest, but after hearing this question, he still couldn't hold back, stopped in his tracks, the gentle amber Because the eyes were soaked in hatred, they became like a piece of cold topaz.

"You really don't know what you have done, Lu Mingsi... Do you think that this world will always run according to your will? After I die, the forbidden technique you forcibly retain my soul has damaged The rules of heaven and earth tore apart the land in southern Xinjiang, and almost divided Jianmu into two, but now that time has turned back... that scar still remains on Jianmu's body, and it will not heal."

"No, how could it be..." Lu Mingsi's eyes widened slightly, the vitality in his body disappeared little by little, and his arms embracing the air also fell down.

As the breeze blows, the leaves of the sycamore tree rub against each other, making a rustling sound, as if witnessing the final moment of the breakup of this pair of people who once loved each other.

"Do you know what Jianmu means to me, to Nanjiang..." Wei Lan's voice carried a very slight cry, which melted into the wind and disappeared in an instant.

Belief in the gods, the spiritual home, the home of life...

Lu Mingsi's dark eyes dimmed little by little, from gorgeous obsidian to dull fish eyes, and finally lost any luster.

He knew what weight Jianmu represented.

This time, the light in those pitch-black eyes will never light up again.

The sound of heavy and tired footsteps gradually faded away. Lu Mingsi stood there with his head up, his back straight, but he seemed to be hunched over, as if his spine had been pulled out.

This time, he realized more clearly than ever that he had...lost him after all.

He is Lu Mingsi, the omnipotent Minghui Immortal Monarch, and the only Immortal Venerable in Dingding Tianxia, ​​but after all, there are things in this world that he will never be able to do—the heart that died because of him will never come back. No longer alive, no longer throbbing with pure love, beating for him.

He thought that as long as he worked hard enough, he could recover, but the harder he worked, the further he seemed to push that person away, until in the end, he finally paid the price for his willful behavior.

Even if the broken mirror is put back together, it will never be able to return to the moment when it was intact. The so-called rebirth, the so-called turning back time... It's just a self-deceiving trick.

There is no if in this world.

The wind blowing from the depths of the woods caressed the lawn on the ground, brushing the long dark hair of the young fairy, and taking away the crystal tears from the corners of his eyes.

The tears this time are transparent.

This is not Minghui Xianjun's unwillingness, but Lu Mingsi's remorse.

Maybe what he needs is not repentance... but redemption.

This time, it was really broken...

Wei Lan, who was staggering back, was hugged by Xue Ji who came up to him after not walking a few steps.

He wanted to break free, but a kind of exhaustion from the bottom of his heart made his refusal look weak, and today Xue Ji was extraordinarily strong, holding him into his arms with an irresistible attitude, like he usually As if to comfort himself, he patted his back lightly, over and over again, without words, but with movements to express endless tenderness.

The temperature belonging to another person pressed against the cold heart through the clothes, making the suppressed emotions in his heart pour out slowly.

Wei Lan didn't cry when she realized the truth of her rebirth, and she didn't cry when she confronted Lu Mingsi aggressively, but at this moment, warmed by another kindness, there were a few drops of tears that should have flowed out from his eyes. Tears, dripping down the jaw, finally dissipated with the wind.

Xueji indulged his venting, until Wei Lan cried enough and tried to stand up straight with his own strength, he put him behind his back again with that undeniable forceful attitude, and hugged his waist With both legs, step by step, he walked towards the depths of the Wu clan.

"Why are you here..." Wei Lan took a while to regain the feeling of being alive. He hesitated for a while, and finally let go of the weakness in his heart. He stretched out his arms and wrapped them around Xueji's neck .

The white arms are intertwined in front of the eyes. Compared with the left arm, the bloodstains on the right arm have dried up. I tried harder.

"Grandpa Wu Qi and I were both worried about my brother, so I took the initiative to come here," Xue Ji's tone was still the same as before, with a childlike carefree tone, relying on Wei Lan not to see, his face The expression on the phone was calm and indifferent, "Brother, don't worry, when I came over, Grandpa Wu Qi had already gone back to rest, he's fine."

Before Wei Lan asked, he explained everything that the man was worried about, leaving him enough time to heal the wounds in his heart, and he no longer had to worry about others with his remnant soul and sick body.

Wei Lan responded, her arms tightened slightly, and she fell into silence.

The two carried each other on their backs like this, walking back step by step. When the sun was setting and the village of the Wu clan appeared at the end of the field of vision, Xue Ji stopped abruptly, her purple eyes reflecting the light of the setting sun, Gentle and cool.

"Brother, do you want to change your physique and become a... monk like that person?"