The whole magic domain speaks the Northeast dialect

Under the leadership of Ji Yao, Shen Xiuheng found Mingxi in the depths of the bamboo forest in Youhuang Valley.

Mingxi changed the red cloak and wore a light shirt. The spring breeze was blowing, and the long white hair that hadn't been taken care of was fluttering in the wind. It's beautiful if you say it is beautiful, and it's really weird if you say it's weird. What kind of state of mind is used to see it.

Without asking why his friend had a jade pendant that could locate his sweetheart, Xianzun just cast a meaningful look at Immortal Ji Yao, as if he had already understood everything, but he didn't want to reveal it at this time.

Ji Yao also saw this.

On the one hand, the guilt of deceiving his friends has been there all year round, on the other hand, he has seen Shen Xiuheng's attitude towards this matter, and he is determined not to hide it anymore, pointing to Master Wei who followed the two of them all the way: "Our situation...is quite similar. "

Now Ji Yao understands, no wonder he and Wei Yige fell in love with each other when they first saw each other, and both of them had experience as undercover agents.

Shen Xiuheng hesitated to speak, seeing that his friend had already confessed, he originally wanted to tell what he was hiding, but in his heart he wanted Mingxi to be the first person to hear that secret, so he couldn't shake his words for the time being exposed.

"You go." Ji Yao didn't notice any change in the attitude of the other party, and urged, "He's been sitting there for a long time, if you don't go any more, everyone will leave."

The three of Shen Xiuheng and his party hid not far away, watching Mingxi collect tears while chatting with the left and right protectors of their house, from the surrounding pitch black, seeing that the sky was about to dawn, it can be said that it was true squatted for a long time.

Ji Yao hated that iron could not be made into steel, seeing that the immortal was still hesitating, he slapped him and pushed him out.

Shen Xiuheng stumbled and appeared in front of Ming Xi, jumping Ming Xi who was holding the glass bottle in a daze.

Shen Xiuheng turned his head and glared at his friend's direction, only to find that Ji Yao and the two had already hidden themselves. From this angle, no one could be seen over there, and it seemed that they could not hear the voice over there.

Mingxi saw Shen Xiuheng again, but still didn't know what to say.

The most needed tears have been obtained. It stands to reason that now is a good time for them to speak clearly and resolve the misunderstanding, but he still feels a little uneasy.

"It's dawn." Shen Xiuheng pointed to the morning glow in the sky, "Should we stop nodding and shaking our heads?"

"En." Ming Xi responded softly, and moved his body to the other side, making room for Shen Xiuheng to sit down.

Shen Xiuheng sat beside him and let out a sigh of relief, feeling that what he experienced tonight was more tiring than the whole year's busyness put together.

Mingxi didn't speak, just stared at the creek in front of him.

Suddenly, he noticed that he was being stared at by a gaze, and when he turned his head, he found that Shen Xiuheng was looking at him. The anxious look at the time of parting just now was gone from that face, and instead there was a resolute smile.

Mingxi asked him: "What are you looking at?"

Faced with this familiar proposition, Xianzun resolutely suppressed the urge to reply, and changed the subject: "There is something I want to show you."

Ming Xi blinked at him: "What good thing?"

Shen Xiuheng: "..." Forgive him for starting to dream again.

Shen Xiuheng shook his head, cleared away those bad thoughts, took a deep breath, and took out a small knife from his sleeve.

Ming Xi thought there was something special about this knife, but he saw Shen Xiuheng cut his left index finger directly with the knife.

This knife was not light, but his wound did not bleed, but a puff of black smoke came out.

This is something that people in the Demon Realm are very familiar with. They wander around in various places in the Demon Realm every day, and the miasma that has troubled countless demon cultivators has continuously emerged from the body of the Immortal Venerable.

The knife made a deep cut, but the wound on Shen Xiuheng's hand healed within a few breaths, and the traces of the skin that had been cut just now could no longer be seen on the fingers.

However, Ming Xi could clearly see the Demon Lord gushing out from his wound, it was definitely not like a little bit of miasma that was inhaled into the body by the Demon Cultivator during cultivation, it was almost as if this person himself was composed of Demon Miasma.

Ming Xi unconsciously opened his eyes wide, watching those miasma appear and disappear in disbelief.

He looked at Shen Xiuheng's face, and found that the other party still had a faint smile on his face, but his eyes were deep, as if he was waiting for a sentence.

"You..." After crying for too long, Mingxi's voice was a little hoarse, and his heart beat a little faster. He said the guess "Aren't you human?"

Shen Xiuheng generously admitted: "I am indeed not human."

Ming Xi took a deep breath, but kept his voice extremely low, as if he was afraid that other people would hear his words: "You are not a demon cultivator either."

"Yes." Shen Xiuheng nodded, "I'm not a monster or any kind of creature in the Three Realms, but I also belong to the human world."

He raised the hand that was cut just now, and pointed it at the direction where the sun was rising. Shen Xiuheng looked at his hand and the sunlight leaking from between his fingers, his heart was full of melancholy.

He is indeed awaiting sentencing.

He can ignore what people in the Three Realms think of him, and he can ignore the rejection and expulsion he is about to face, but he cannot ignore the reaction of the person around him.

The Demon Realm has been infested by the Demon Miasma for a long time. Even though most of the Demon Cultivators rely on the Demon Miasma for their practice, it is undeniable that the Demon Cultivators are still afraid of this thing.

Reckless chaos, eroding the body and mind, and turning anyone close to it into a monster, this kind of thing is scary no matter how you hear it.

Moyu is Mingxi's home, and Shen Xiuheng doesn't dare to bet on the other party's opinion on Moyan.

"So..." Ming Xi took a deep breath, feeling that this world is really wonderful, "You, the incarnation of a demon miasma, really became the immortal of the fairy world?!"

Shen Xiuheng: "..." There seems to be something wrong with this attention!

Mingxi acted very calmly, mainly because it was not the first time he had seen such a situation.

Ten thousand years ago, before he turned back into an egg and fell into an endless sleep, he once met a person in the same situation as the person beside him.

At that time, the demonic miasma was rampant in the world, and the practitioners hadn't thought of a way to gather all the miasmas and drive them to one place. There was no fairyland or demon realm in the world.

The karma accumulated in the human world for thousands of years has gathered into a black mist that swallows people, and that person was born in this black mist.

He is the incarnation of karma in the world, and from the moment he was born, it represented the time for the creatures in the world to pay for their sins.

But the black mist is not invincible. The phoenix fire with vitality can burn the black mist and save the world from the miasma that devours people.

At that time, the phoenix fire hadn't turned into the karmic fire of today, and it wasn't an existence that could make everyone in the fairy world turn pale with shock when they saw a little flame.

The fire with the power of life is very warm and will not burn people, but for the miasma, it is the natural enemy to restrain him.

Across the raging flames, Ming Xi once met that person's eyes, and once answered a question from that person.

The man asked, if he is also a member of the sentient beings in the world, will the flame that is burning his body not hurt him anymore?

Mingxi forgot how he answered at that time.

Perhaps, he didn't answer the question at all.

He just lightly landed beside that person, shed all his gorgeous feathers, turned into a human form, and gave him a deadly hug.

He hugged him, and the black mist and flames bloomed together into the brightest fireworks in the sky.

After waking up from the memory, Ming Xi asked softly: "Have you found the answer to that question?"

Opening his eyes wide, Shen Xiuheng was very surprised by the reaction of the people around him.

In his imagination, after Mingxi knew about this, he might be shocked, might feel angry, and might even throw a fireball directly at him.

But never expected that after the initial surprise, Mingxi immediately regained his composure, as if what he saw just now was not a miasma becoming a spirit, but a very ordinary thing.

Shen Xiuheng's heart was full of emotions, but he still answered the other party's question first: "You have given me the answer."

It was just a glance ten thousand years ago, but Ming Xi actually didn't remember the appearance of the other party, or it might be because the other party's body was wrapped in black mist, and he couldn't see clearly if he wanted to.

After that, the miasma did not disappear, nor did the fire of karma.

After tens of thousands of years of accumulation, the soul dissipated between heaven and earth condensed into an egg again, and the little bird that retained some memories of thousands of years ago broke out of its shell and walked in the wind and snow step by step.

In short, after a long, long time, he met that person again.

Shen Xiuheng still couldn't believe that this matter could be exposed so easily: "Aren't you going to get rid of me?"

"That's not your fault." Ming Xi said, "I didn't want to die with you..."

"That's love." Shen Xiuheng fought for it, "It's your love and my wish!"

Ming Xi didn't comment on this, he just felt that he understood one thing: "Did you take that box away because you didn't want others to know about it?"

Shen Xiuheng smiled lightly at the other party: "I'm not afraid of others knowing."

"Actually, life is quite tiring now. Even if this matter is known to everyone in the future, the big deal is that you won't be able to become a fairy, and you won't be able to return to the fairy world. It's just a long vacation." Shen Xiuheng said with a smile, "Didn't you say, Will you cover me?"

He was never afraid of revealing his identity, and he didn't even cover up when he was with Zhuo Lang and others.

However, the image he created before may have been too successful. No matter whether it was everyone in the fairy world or his friends from the monster race in the world, no one had ever doubted his identity.

Ming Xi still remembered that he said that he would follow Shen Xiuheng's words, so he nodded lightly, then asked again: "Then what do you want this box for?"

"I thought you had forgotten." Shen Xiuheng asked without answering, "In those ancient books and legends, don't they all say that after Nirvana, you will lose your previous memories?"

Rumor has it that he was mistaken, otherwise he wouldn't have taken that risk last night, and things wouldn't have turned out like this.

But fortunately, this is not the worst kind of result. He didn't even expect his sweetheart to accept it so smoothly, so it is better to speak up early.

"After I broke my shell, I did forget a lot of things from the past, and those memories were intermittent, and they couldn't be connected at all." Mingxi replied, "That's why I want to know what I forgot."

"I thought you didn't remember anything..." Shen Xiuheng repeated in a low voice.

With a long sigh, he also told the truth: "After opening the Shenxing Tower, the contents of this box will be made public in the end. I'm afraid you will be sad when you see it, so I want to come and check it out quietly first."

Taking the box out of the storage bag, Shen Xiuheng handed it to Mingxi, returning it to the original owner.

Mingxi refused: "Send it back to the Shenxing Pagoda, anyway, I'll know when the time comes."

With a very normal tone, it was impossible to tell what kind of mood he had in front of the things in the box, but Shen Xiuheng just felt that his chest was stuffy, and sometimes it hurt.

Without beginning or end, Shen Xiuheng suddenly asked: "Do you still remember me?"

Ming Xi nodded: "I still remember the part where we both died together."

Shen Xiuheng corrected: "That is martyrdom!"

Mingxi: "..."

Mingxi suddenly thought of another question: "Aren't you afraid of Phoenix Fire now?"

It stands to reason that the other party's entire body is made up of miasma, and as soon as he touches the phoenix fire, he will feel the burning pain, so why shouldn't he be sitting with him so intimately like now.

Shen Xiuheng replied honestly: "Of course I'm afraid, that thing burns too painfully!"

Ming Xi also looked at his hands, and asked strangely: "Then how did you feel when I was on top of your head?"

Shen Xiuheng still told the truth: "It's like a stove on the head, and it's like having a fever. My head is dizzy, but fortunately, it doesn't hurt too much without direct contact."

"What about the time of direct contact?" Ming Xi asked again: "What about the time you kissed me before?"

"It's so hot and painful." Having completely lost the burden in front of his sweetheart, Shen Xiuheng expressed his feelings clearly, "Hands and mouth seem to be on fire, and I wish I could chop my hands off."

Mingxi: "So...you insist on sending me back to your bed every night?"

"That's right." Shen Xiuheng covered his face with one hand, and let out a mournful cry, "It's really painful, otherwise you think I want to be a gentleman!"

Mingxi: "..."