When the protagonists and villains become bamboo horses

"But..." The maid's voice paused, her brows and eyes were somewhat tangled.

Xie Shi looked at her sincerely, and said, "Don't worry, girl, I'm just going to worship and don't do other things."

Seeing his kind face, the maid gritted her teeth and confessed everything, "Your Majesty's sweetheart has not been buried. His body has been carefully stored in the ice coffin in Qingxin Palace. Your Majesty will visit him from time to time."

"In order to prevent the body from being destroyed, Your Majesty has specially designated the Hall of Pure Heart as a forbidden area of ​​the Demon Palace, and no one else will be allowed to enter," the maid said, looking up at the red-clothed newcomer in front of her, and softly persuaded, "My lord, It's good that you have this kind of intention, but it's better to avoid the sacrifice."

Xie Shi extracted the keyword "Pure Heart Hall" from her words.

Hearing the maid's reassurance, he smiled, pretending to be regretful and replied: "Thank you for reminding me, since it's the forbidden area of ​​the Demon Palace and my identity is sensitive, I won't go there for now."

Seeing his sincerity, it seemed that he had completely given up the idea of ​​offering sacrifices, so the maid said no more and left.

At this time, the new house returned to tranquility, red candles were shining brightly, and the room was filled with a warm light red light.

Xie Zhiwei emerged from the shadows, walked slowly to Xie Shi, and asked indifferently, "Qingxin Palace, do you want to go?"

"Of course!" Xie Shi put on his red hijab, sat up on the bed suddenly, and straightened his body.

Afterwards, the two of them each used an invisibility spell on their bodies, quietly walked out through the wall, and under the thick night, they bypassed the attendants coming and going in the magic palace, and headed for the Qingxin Hall in the dark.

The magic palace at night still maintains its festive attire during the day, with bright red silk fluttering in the wind in the night, and glazed lamps hanging above the corridors, the light and shadow blurred and red.

Xie Shi was dressed in a red dress and was as fierce as fire. As he shuttled through such a magic palace, he felt a little unreal dreamy feeling in his heart.

This was his and Brother Xiu Ling's wedding night, and he kept strengthening this cognition in his heart.

Xie Zhiwei walked in front of Xie Shi.

He didn't feel much about the big wedding decorations around him at first, but for some reason, as time passed, his mood rippled like a windy lake.

The sweet scene of Yan Yu and him wearing the same style of red clothes and walking in the corridor late at night came to mind.

Except for the faces of the characters, everything in that scene is blurry and hazy, and it is covered with a layer of rouge-colored translucent mist, which is obviously an imaginary picture.

Xie Zhiwei took advantage of the situation to look back, and glanced at Xie Shi behind him, and sure enough, he saw that he was looking around happily in his reincarnation, his round eyes were full of brilliance, it would not be an exaggeration to say that his eyes were full of peach blossoms.

Xie Zhiwei: "..."

Xie Shi noticed his gaze and pursed his thin lips slightly, realizing that his joy was too exposed.

A little embarrassment and shyness appeared in his heart, and he quickly restrained his facial expressions, concentrated his mind, and focused on his journey.

The "sweet imagination" in Xie Zhiwei's mind dissipated, and the ripples in his mood gradually subsided.

Huh, Xie Zhiwei breathed a sigh of relief calmly.

The feeling of passive love just now was too creepy, if he did it a few more times, he would probably doubt himself, thinking that he really fell in love with that guy Yan Yu.

He can't control the idea of ​​his own reincarnation, so this is equivalent to an unsolvable question.

Xie Zhiwei withdrew his gaze from Xie Shi, stared at the brightly lit road in front of him, and sighed secretly.

The magic palace occupies a vast area, and countless pavilions and pavilions have been built. People who come here for the first time will definitely get lost if there is no one to guide them.

But fortunately, the architectural layout of the Demon Palace in the illusion is relatively similar to the Akasaka Palace where Yan Yu lives now, and Xie Shi often goes to the Demon Realm and is most familiar with the Akasaka Palace, almost like his own home.

"Brother Xiuling also has a Hall of Pure Heart." Xie Shi said as he walked, "When he is in a bad mood, he often goes there to meditate to calm his inner irritability. If I remember correctly, the Hall of Pure Heart It's this direction."

Afterwards, the two walked along the direction Xie Shi pointed for a while, and the surroundings became more and more quiet, and the figures gradually became thinner, which just fit the characteristics of the forbidden area of ​​the Demon Palace.

After walking a certain distance, there were no demon servants and guards on the main road.

Instead, it was a transparent palace made of colored glaze.

It is not as bright as other places in the Demon Palace, but there is a faint light from the inside to the outside, which is slightly dim under the deep night, dim like fireflies in the wilderness, showing a desolate but pure atmosphere.

Xie Shi took a look from a distance, and his good night vision ability allowed him to see clearly the plaque above the palace. This is the Hall of Pure Heart they were looking for.

A recognition formation was set up at the entrance of the palace. Xie Shi was proficient in this method and quickly deciphered it.

After that, Xie Zhiwei offered to take the lead on the grounds that he had a higher level of cultivation.

I saw him stepping up the steps in front of the hall with gentle steps, first using his spiritual sense to perceive the situation in the hall, and after confirming that there were no special traps in the hall and no one was in the hall, he reached out and grabbed the door knocker handle, and gently pushed the Qingxin Hall away the gate.

With the opening of the gate, the magnificent scene in the hall came into his eyes for an instant, and Xie Zhiwei froze in place.

Xie Shihou was behind him, seeing his figure stop, asked nervously and curiously: "What's wrong?"

As he said that, he moved to Xie Zhiwei's side, looked beyond the cover of his body to look into the hall, and was also stunned.

The interior of Qingxin Hall is empty, except for an ice coffin in the center, there is no extra furniture on the ground.But there are several silver chains hanging down from the top of the hall, densely packed, like a silver waterfall.At the end of each silver chain is a delicate silver-plated openwork bell, also numerous.

The air flowed into the hall from the opened door, forming a gust of breeze, blowing the silver chains and the silver bells shaking slightly, they collided with each other, the sound was clear and pleasant, continuous, like the waves of the sea.

There are no luminous pearls or candles in the palace, only a few fireflies dancing freely, illuminating the palace with faint light.

Xie Shi opened his eyes wide, staring in amazement at the silver bells and fireflies that filled the hall.

Both of these are related to the past between him and Brother Xiu Ling.

His heartstrings seemed to be plucked unexpectedly, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand, palm up, to catch a firefly flying towards the door.

Just like when he was a child, the firefly slowly landed on his palm with its glowing tail, and the tiny joints moved on the surface of his skin, causing slight itches.

At this moment, Xie Shi suddenly realized something.His heart was beating fast suddenly, and his breathing was difficult.

He let go of the fireflies, as if confirming, and amidst the sea of ​​silver bells, he traveled through the sky full of fireflies, and slowly came to the ice coffin in the center of the hall.

The material of the ice coffin is the thousand-year-old black ice, which is crystal clear, allowing people to see the appearance of the person in the coffin at a glance.

It was a thin and slender young man with a bloody face, wearing a delicate white shirt, with his hands folded on his chest, and a black and red bead hanging on his neck.

Xie Shi stretched his hand towards his collar, and pulled out the string with the Yun Lingzhu from under his shirt.

The bead hanging around his neck was exactly the same as the one possessed by the corpse in the ice coffin.

They are clearly the same thing!

Now, the identity of the person in the ice coffin, or in other words, the identity of Yan Yu's sweetheart who died for many years in the maid's mouth could not be more obvious.

It's him.

Xie Zhiwei had a premonition when he saw the silver bell above his head just now, but now he walked to the other side of the ice coffin and looked at the blurred corpse in the coffin, but he was not so surprised.

In Xie Zhiwei's cognition, Yan Yu was naturally cold and suspicious, and in his past and present lives, few people could walk into his heart and occupy an important position.In the same way, he acts recklessly and recklessly, and has always looked fearless. Xie Zhiwei thought about it, and it was difficult to find someone who would make the other party feel afraid.

But right now, he finally found the correct answer, which was both unexpected and reasonable.

"Xiaoshi, he is afraid of your death." Xie Zhiwei's indifferent eyes fell on the ice coffin, and the corpse in the coffin was silent, which is the best proof of his words, "It was your corpse that haunted Yan Yu and trapped him in the ice coffin. It is impossible to see through this illusion.”

Xie Shi's lips trembled, his fingers rested on the edge of the cold coffin, and various emotions surged and layered in his clear eyes, like glass shattering.

He couldn't describe his complicated mood at the moment.This is by no means simple words such as surprise, joy, and sadness that can be summed up in one stroke.

After a long silence, two diametrically opposed expressions of crying and smiling appeared on Xie Shi's fair and handsome face.

Xie Zhiwei looked at his own reincarnation dressed in red, crying and laughing, his thoughts were spinning and turning, and finally he had no choice but to accept his fate in the face of reality.

He looked around at the silver bells and fireflies, and thought helplessly: Xie Shi likes Yan Yu, and Yan Yu may not have no interest in Xie Shi, this is a consensual marriage, spanning from childhood to youth and youth in this life.

Xie Zhiwei's gaze moved slowly in the Qingxin Hall, and gradually moved to a black figure that appeared at the entrance of the hall at some unknown time.

He looked up, into a pair of dark and cold eyes.

The man was dressed in black clothes, with deep and cool eyes, and sharp cheeks, and he appeared in the forbidden area of ​​the Demon Palace again.Besides Yan Yu, who else could it be?

Xie Zhiwei felt bad.Why did Yan Yu come here suddenly?Moreover, looking at his eyes, it is obvious that he has not recognized them, and still regards them as strangers.

"You are not welcome here!"

A sharp scold sounded from the empty palace, the voice was cold and cold, as if ice had been quenched, which made people feel fearful.

Yan Yu's brows furrowed immediately when he saw someone touch his most cherished item.Without even thinking about it, his figure teleported to the top of the ice coffin, and he threw two waves of force from his sleeves, and simply and neatly knocked out the two people beside the ice coffin.

Of course, he acted with discretion, he only hit the two of them flying, and did not hurt the internal organs.

Even seeing that Xie Shi is his nominal Taoist partner, the strength in his hand was deliberately reduced a bit, and when the energy fell on the other party, it was like a breeze blowing on the face, very gentle.

Xie Shi and Xie Zhiwei quickly stabilized their figures after the energy passed, stood up straight, and looked at Yan Yu who suddenly appeared with different expressions.

Yan Yu didn't take a closer look at first, but now when he focused his attention on observing, he suddenly found that the eyebrows and eyes of the two people in the palace were at least [-]% similar, and he was a little surprised.

However, the temperaments of these two people are completely different, and Yan Yu immediately recognized that the one in the big red wedding gown was the son of God who had just paid homage to him.

Just now, Yan Yu's shot created a wave of air, blowing the silver chain above his head, and the silver bell swayed crazily.

In such an environment, Yan Yu raised his eyes and saw Xie Shi walking towards him slowly. Under the red gauze cover, there was a pair of moist and clear eyes, which seemed to have a thousand words to say.

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