After coaxing old enemies into avatars

Sheng Huaizhao fell into the ice coffin, and the aura that Xue Chongli injected into his sea of ​​consciousness gathered together, unfolding another life scroll for him.

This is different from Xiaoji's resentment and hatred in her memory. In Xue Chongli's life, Xiaoji's smile is almost always there.

In the battle of the monster race to snatch the spirit veins, he was injured and fell down. When he was dying, he finally saw the person he was dreaming of. The appearance of death.

It was not Xue Chongli who split the soul, but Xiao Ji.

For that late-awaited relationship, at the cost of the goddess' soul who had discovered the destiny, she spared her own soul to save him, a mortal.

But the soul of the Goddess is indispensable. She is a blessed daughter of heaven, and she can save others by dividing her soul, but it will also harm herself.

He was able to continue his life and share his spiritual power, but because of this, Xiao Ji fell into a catastrophe and was devoured by the heart demon.

But at that time, Xue Chongli didn't know that Xiao Ji had paid such a high price to save him. He only thought that the two of them were connected and could finally stay together forever.

He caressed the face of his sweetheart, and asked her if she could form a bond, so that they could stay together as husband and wife in the future.

Xiao Ji said yes.

Happy candles and red gauze, Luanfeng and phoenix, Xue Chongli thought that he had grasped the future of staying together forever, but he didn't know that this was just the beginning of pain.

Half a month after their marriage, Xiao Ji became obsessed.

She began to practice Taoism as if being haunted, and she stayed behind closed doors, even destroying Xue Chongli's newly rebuilt spiritual veins.

He was not injured by the Demon Emperor, but almost died by the sword of his sweetheart.

The Yuanxing Palace came late, and saw a young man with a strong aura passed out in the mountains. Combined with the previous restlessness in the demon world, he made a conclusion.

Xue Chongli lost contact with Xiaoji, so he could only practice desperately to improve his cultivation to see her.

But if the sword of misery is stained with lust, he will be covered with scars once he practices it. He doesn't know how many times he has suffered the pain of distraction from the sword because of his own concern, and how many times he has fallen into the deep night of dying pain and can't think about it.

It wasn't until later that his sword of comforting suffering came from the avenue of sympathizing with the suffering of all living beings and overcoming the catastrophe of all living beings.

Xue Chongli used the guise of punishing rape and eradicating evil, eliminating demons and defending morality to cover up his selfishness, trying in vain to find the shadow of his day and night dreams among the rampant monsters.

Xue Chongli is not a high-spirited person, nor does he have any lofty sentiments, he just wants to find Xiaoji.

Demons run rampant in the world, and he holds a sword of killing intent to force them into a place of demons.

This place is called Miaosha City, which gathers the spirits of heaven and earth, and also breeds the head of all evils.

Xue Chongli was on the verge of limit at that time, thinking that if Xiao Ji could not be found again, he would use his body as a boundary to imprison this spiritual land and evil spirits here.

But he didn't expect that he really found Xiao Ji in the ice and snow.

However, the vicissitudes of life have changed, and the times have changed, but the sweetheart is full of killing spirit, not at all as dazzling as before.

Xue Chongli realized later that he had become a demon in Xiao Ji's heart.

He tried his best to divide Miaosha City into two parts, restricting one half to the evil spirits that harm the world, and leaving the other half to him and Xiaoji. Force Xue Chongli out of Miaosha City.

Everyone praised him for sacrificing himself for others, and his dangerous moves would also change the peace of the world.

The Sword Immortal from Yuanxing Palace came back in a state of embarrassment. Numerous doctors and cultivators saw him, and they all said that he had two souls in his body, which was caused by the Leaving Soul Syndrome.

Only Xue Chongli knew that one of the souls was actually Xiao Ji's soul.

Xue Chongli didn't ask any more questions, and returned to Miaosha City after repairing, willing to bow his knees as a slave, only to stay by Xiaoji's side.

After Xiao Ji fell into a demon, they lived a rather absurd period of time, until one of the few nights when Xiao Ji woke up, hugged Xue Chongli who was covered in injuries, and wept bitterly.

She said she was trapped, in a darkened room, unable to hear or see.

Xue Chongli hugged her, and wanted to agree to stay with her and abandon the world, but Xiaoji had a child.

Xiao Ji is disturbed by the distraction of her soul, and she is in a moody mood, and the child will only increase her burden.

Xue Chongli read countless ancient books, and finally found a way...to take the father's spirit core as the embryo, and move the young spirit here.

He personally moved Xiaoji and his child to his spiritual core, and wanted to raise her outside the body so that Xiaoji could calm down better, but he didn't expect that the disease of leaving the soul would worsen.

Xiaoji's evil soul wants to devour the dying good soul.

The abnormal movement affected the entire Miaosha City, and even the curse of the spirit that had died down before was activated again.

When Xue Chongli was driven out of the ever-changing Demon Realm, he tried his best to take away the young boy who was about to take shape.

He returned to the spiritual vein that he grew up in, cast an enchantment to put the child in it, and after returning to the Yuanxing Palace, he summoned Lei Jie with his body, killed his soul, and returned to her the ray that Xiao Ji had used to renew his life.

Xue Chongli was bound by love all over his body. When he came back to life, he finally regretted why he dragged the goddess into the mortal world.

Neither of them would have come this far if he hadn't developed a vile desire.

So, he erased the memory of Xiao Ji's love with him in Shi Haili, and only hoped that after her soul was reshaped, she could break the mirror again and go where she should go.

But love in the world is not pure. It is not that one kind of emotion will return to its original state after being wiped out, but two kinds of emotions check and balance each other.

Xiao Ji can't forget him, and when her love is gone, she will be left with hatred. She will use soul skills to reunite Xue Chongli's remnant soul in revenge, and cast a curse of words and spirits.

——She wants to never see him again.

Xue Chongli wanted Xiaoji to forget and give up, but pushed her into the abyss of hatred.Her memory is incomplete, she thought that she was fooled and abandoned, and she saw Xue Chongli leave with the child, so she frantically wanted a way to seal his remnant soul here.

Fiction and reality, true and false, love and hate are inseparable.

The curse of the word spirit made the two people who were separated by yin and yang never meet again, and all misunderstandings were sealed here with this ice coffin that she loved and hated.

She became more and more insane, and as time passed, her memory became blurred.

The hatred is also settled, and only resentment remains.

She was extremely resentful that Xue Chongli did not show up anymore.

The system sniffed fiercely in the sea of ​​consciousness, trembling for a long time: the host...

Sheng Huaizhao: Stop it.Don't tell me that the child Nianli hidden by Xue Chongli is the original owner.

System: You... guessed right...

A hundred years after Xue Chongli's death, he was brought up as a young child, but he was not as lucky as his father to be picked up by the goddess, but was taken back by the Sheng family as a substitute for the dead ghost.

The body of the most yin of the original owner, as well as the magic core formed that night, are all inherited spiritual power from their parents.

Yun Jian is about to step into the realm of demigods and become the second genius in the cultivation world. The original owner is the son of a sword fairy and a witch whom the world admires and hates.

No wonder the two of them are destined enemies. It's a waste if this setting is not hostile.

But in the original book, Mozun didn't really know who his parents were. He was an unremarkable villain, who served as the background board for a long time under the name of "old enemy", and then became a stepping stone on the road to become a god.

But now, Sheng Huaizhao came in, triggering a plot that the original owner had never experienced.

... The person in the horoscope mentioned by Xue Chongli earlier did not refer to his physical body that inherited the blood of the two, but his own soul from another world.

Because of the alternation of souls, Sheng Huaizhao embarked on a road that the original owner would never have walked, and pried open the secrets in the ice coffin.

Xue Chongli's remnant soul landed in front of Xiao Ji, holding her face in pity and apology: "It's my fault, I shouldn't go my own way and deprive you of your love without authorization."

The light scattered like a sea of ​​stars fell on Xiao Ji's forehead, and the last ray of breath he left in the world dissipated, and everything returned to Xiao Ji's sea of ​​consciousness.

Whether you love it or hate it, you are a goddess in the sky, and you are supposed to taste all the tastes of the world.

You used your soul to continue my life back then, and now I use my life to fuse your soul.

Old memories rush into the sea, like the wind in the hall blowing away the intricate emotions of consciousness.

Before the light and shadow parted, the man's arms landed on her shoulders, and he hugged her gently: "Xiao Ji, it's hard for people to intercede...but I never regret giving for you in this life. I was born for you, and I will die for you. It is complete."

"Wake up quickly, don't let Nianli suffer another disaster."

The ice all over the sky turned back into cold water in an instant and poured into the bottom of the deep pool. A sword scabbard set up a barrier again, protecting Sheng Huaizhao and the ice coffin inside.

The water was empty and silent, and it was so long that people didn't know how long it was.

Sheng Huaizhao was exhausted, he just felt like he woke up and fell asleep several times.

It wasn't until he hit a corner of the ice coffin that he woke up from the pain. He sat cross-legged on the coffin board, unable to lift his strength, and could only stare blankly at Xiao Ji who had changed from madness to calm in the distance.

A wisp of bubbles floats in the water, rising faintly to break the water surface.

Slowly and heavily, the woman in front of her raised her eyes and stared at him.

Those gray pupils that seemed to be blurred by snow and mist gradually became clear, and blood-colored tears slid down the eye sockets.

She staggered over, knelt down in front of Sheng Huaizhao, her cold fingertips fell on the side of his face.

"...Finally I can see clearly." She said hoarsely, "So you look so much like him."

This is the treasure she has been thinking about for decades, but burying it without authorization and avoiding talking about it.

The blood dripped on Sheng Huaizhao's chest, obviously coming from the body, it should be warm, but Sheng Huaizhao felt that it was colder than the water he immersed in when he entered the cold pool.

She cried so desperately.

The right hand that held the sword was slowly released, he was half jerky, half melancholy, and in the end he just lightly landed on Xiao Ji's back and patted her trembling shoulder.

Silent appeasement is the best expression of bad words.

Xiao Ji's heart frozen by eternal frost seemed to be completely shattered in these two light blows, she hugged Sheng Huaizhao tightly, her voice was extremely mournful.

"sorry Sorry……"

Sheng Huaizhao raised his head, the feeling of being hugged so tightly made him feel at a loss.

It seemed that he had imagined such a scene a long time ago.

My father is an upright man, not to mention too much, but at least he has to support a family.

But in the process of growing up, he has long known that this expectation will not be met until death.

And later, Sheng Huaizhao imagined that his mother hugged him tightly, and said sorry to him, that he shouldn't just choose his sister and leave him in that hellish place.

As a result, at the last second before leaving that world, when he was looking at the revolving door of life, he realized that even his mother's appearance was somewhat blurred.

At the end of the memory, I only remember a cat and a clingy but clingy sister.

But at this moment, Xiao Ji's gradually warm embrace, collected hands, and constant apologies in his ears...like a belated plaster, slowly filling up the regret he was trying to discard.

"Nanli, my Nianli..." Xiao Ji hugged him tightly, "Mother is wrong, don't blame me, don't hate me..."

Ah, I don't know who is the child anymore.

Sheng Huaizhao patted her shoulder lightly, sat up straight and wiped away her tears: "Stop crying, okay?"

Xiao Ji waited for a long time, and seemed to accept Xue Chongli's complete death, as well as all the evil deeds she had committed during her dementia.

She calmed down and sat in front of Sheng Huaizhao. Even though the young man pulled away uncomfortably, she still held Sheng Huaizhao's hand tightly.

After all, the person in front of her is her only attachment now.

"I hurt your true love so much, are you really not annoyed or hated?"

Sheng Huaizhao: ...you have been so twists and turns and entangled for thousands of years, how can I hate you.

"If he hadn't died..." Sheng Huaizhao was a little awkward, after all he had said all the cruel things to Xue Chongli before, "Maybe he doesn't hate so much."

"He's not dead." Xiao Ji said, "I've devoted myself to studying soul art, not for the purpose of hurting others, but because of amnesia and mental confusion, in an attempt to save myself."

She was in a poor mental state at the time, and she just wanted to study the difference between a complete soul and her soul, but the longer the days, the more souls she collected, and she forgot her original intention.

This kind of gaze mixed with "mother's love" was too fierce, and a child like Sheng Huaizhao, who had been unloved for many years, couldn't bear it, and avoided embarrassingly: "He has the disease of leaving the soul, how can we get along?"

"When he entered Miaosha City, I observed his soul before. It was not caused by a demon, but by external forces, such as dissecting his soul and extracting his soul. Have you ever done it?"

Sheng Huaizhao nodded: "Yes."

"That's it." Xiao Ji pressed her fingertips along Sheng Huaizhao's slender knuckles, and felt that the young man's fingertips were slender and beautiful. If it is taken out without authorization, it will be easily affected, the lighter ones will easily be confused, and the severe ones will be easily separated."

Sheng Huaizhao looked away, he knew early on that it was his fault.

"But if the two souls do not exclude each other, they can be reshaped by the weaving soul technique." Xiao Ji pondered for a moment, "His two souls get along harmoniously."

Sheng Huaizhao thought for a moment: "Forget it."

System: Think about the time when the two of them were jealous.

System: Does it really count, my good host.

Sheng Huaizhao: ...

Xiao Ji saw his hesitation clearly, and smiled lightly: "Don't worry, his soul won't be eclipsed with me, you can wait for him to wake up and ask yourself."

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw the boy's eyes light up, as if some kind of expectation had been fulfilled.

Xiao Ji couldn't help laughing, but her heart ached.

These years of homelessness will somewhat cast a haze on her heart, and when she became crazy, she even hurt his only pillar...

Guilt surged in her chest, Xiao Ji came out of the cold pool with Sheng Huaizhao in her arms, took him by the hand and led him into the palace.

They actually spent two whole days under the Budu Lake, and it was already night in Frost Snow City, and the lush branches and leaves of all things seemed to be trying their best to grow, and they were about to touch the shadow of the moon.

But when Sheng Huaizhao left the cold pool and the breath reappeared, it seemed to be finally relieved, and the rapidly growing branches slowed down.

Xiao Ji looked at the lingering shadow of branches wrapped around Frost Snow City, and said with emotion: "It is really worried about you."

If something happened to Sheng Huaizhao, the ancient tree would probably strangle this huge palace.

Sheng Huaizhao hummed, bent down and touched the roots of all things with his palms: "Come back."

All creatures who are about to make waves:?

Sheng Huaizhao didn't know how to explain to him that he found a blood relationship after going into the water, so he could only repeat quietly: "Come back."

The gigantic giant tree was sure that what he said was right, and slowly shrunk, turning into a small tree branch and following Sheng Huaizhao.

Xiao Ji paused slightly, she had seen many people raising spirit pets, and it was common for small animals to follow suit, but this was the first time she saw a tree stump following a person.

And the place where the eyes can see is cold, it is rooted in the frozen soil, how difficult it is to follow.

Sheng Huaizhao originally wanted it to turn back into a tree species, but Xiao Ji raised her finger and dropped it, and the permafrost under Wanwusheng's feet softened, allowing it to move as if it had warmed up in spring.

The small tree branch swayed freely.

And it didn't realize something was wrong until halfway through the shaking. Why was Xiao Ji, who wanted to take someone's life before, holding Sheng Huaizhao's hand at this moment?

But it disappeared for two days, what happened again?

But before Sheng Huaizhao had time to explain, Xiao Ji took him back to the Frost Snow Palace, she just put her hands on her hands slightly, and all the places that were tossed by Wanwusheng returned to their original state.

Sheng Huaizhao originally wanted to say that he didn't need to rest, but Xiao Ji obviously guessed what he was thinking, and led her to the ice pavilion.

Yun Jian's body fell here, she pushed out the ice coffin, raised her palm to condense out the ice jug.

The ice needle pierced into Yun Jian's sea of ​​consciousness was taken out, the soul returned to its place, and the frost on the face gradually faded away.

"Go to the side hall to rest, and he will wake up when it gets warmer." Xiao Ji reluctantly let go of Sheng Huaizhao's hand, "Call me for anything."

Sheng Huaizhao was a little at a loss for her sudden gentleness, but nodded stiffly.

Xiao Ji looked at his back, and the little tree branch that followed crookedly, with downcast eyes and a chuckle.

After Sheng Huaizhao left, she condensed the Kirin curling jug again, and it seemed that she had used great determination to open it.

As expected, it was empty inside.

Xue Chongli really left her and never came back.

In the side hall, Sheng Huaizhao was lying on the edge of the bed, looking at the young man who stepped on the sleeping peacefully.

Since he changed his spiritual core, he seems to be the one who often falls asleep. He has never seen Yun Jian sleep for such a long time.

There was still icicles on the boy's hair, Sheng Huaizhao raised his fingers and gently plucked it off, waiting patiently for him to wake up from the dream.

The little tree branch that had been tossing hard for two nights seemed to be tired, and leaned softly beside Sheng Huaizhao, turning into a sapling for him to lean on.

The slender eyelashes were quietly lowered, and Sheng Huaizhao fell into a light sleep lying on the edge of the bed.

Once awakened, the memory of being abandoned and forgotten becomes a haunting nightmare, which can be vividly remembered as long as he closes his eyes.

Those struggling and painful pasts were like shackles on his ankles, and every step was extremely heavy.

Sheng Huaizhao didn't think he was confused or frightened, but he couldn't explain why he felt so powerless that he was stuck in the mud and couldn't even struggle.

It's like sinking to the bottom of the sea, or weightless at high altitude.

When Yun Jian woke up, what he saw was a clear teardrop falling from the end of Sheng Huaizhao's eyes in a light sleep.

Even when he cried, he was calm and indifferent, without the slightest haggardness of being shackled by pain.

But even the apex of the heart trembles.

He bent down slowly, trying to pick him up from the ground, but when he touched his back, he touched a clump of leaves.

Yun Jian paused for a while, only to realize that Wan Wusheng had put on a layer of leaf clothes for him at some point, because he was afraid that Sheng Huaizhao would catch a cold.

He tapped lightly on the branch of the small tree branch, and the wood crooked for a while, releasing Sheng Huaizhao.

Yun Jian hugged him on the bed, and then quickly drew down the curtains.

Wan Wusheng, who tried to follow Drill into the bed but was blocked under the bed:?

The branches and leaves stretched inward, and then they touched the solid barrier, and it resentfully sprouted branches, wrapping up the bed like revenge.

If one is not allowed to hug, then both hug together!

Yun Jian ignored Wan Wu's childish revenge, and gently held Sheng Huaizhao in his arms, helping him to avoid the hair hanging down in front of his eyelashes.

Sheng Huaizhao's sleeping face is always defenseless, completely different from his usual calm and calm, like a floating flower, letting the water carry the distant current.

Like glass that is extremely fragile, if he is not careful, he will be swallowed and smashed, turning into nothing.

Yun Jian lowered his head and kissed his eyelashes, the salty bitterness fainted on the tip of his tongue.

Yun Jian didn't like the smell, so he kissed Sheng Huaizhao's nose, cheeks, cheeks, until it was close to the corner of his lips, carefully and solemnly.

She will kiss him, and put one hand on his lips.

"... Just wanted to ask, how long are you going to kiss." Sheng Huaizhao woke up from his embrace with a hoarse voice, with tears still on his wet eyelashes, he raised his hand and wiped it lightly for a moment.

When he turned his head, he met Xiaokubao's resentful eyes.

"I haven't kissed for long." The eyes of the people in front of him fell on his lips, full of hints, "I haven't kissed the most important place yet."

Sheng Huaizhao raised his eyebrows, put his chin on his shoulder, and yawned lazily: "Who made you slow down."

A kiss here, a kiss there, that's how opportunities slip by.

The little crying bag snorted reluctantly, and wrapped his hands around Sheng Huaizhao's waist: "What happened to him during this time?"

The tone was like an interrogation, revealing a hint of grievance at being left out.

Sheng Huaizhao remembered the knot in Bingshan's heart, lay sideways in his arms, and slowly drew out his drooping hair.

The same face, and even the expressions shown in certain moments of ecstasy are exactly the same, and he doesn't feel that Yun Jian's two souls are split at all.

"You hate him?"

"...Probably," Xiao Kui was bored for a while before he reluctantly said, "I don't hate it."

It's just very jealous, jealous of his own Huai Zhao being split in half.

"But I am him after all, I can feel it." Yun Jian sighed softly, "It's just that sometimes, I always worry that his emotions are stronger than mine, so I feel uneasy."

He was worried that his love would be compared and appear dim, not worth mentioning.

Sheng Huaizhao never thought the answer would be like this.

The little crying bag didn't have the hostility of the iceberg illusion in the illusion at all, but was quite calm.

The tip of his heart seemed to be gently held by an invisible hand, and the warmth was transpiring, making Sheng Huaizhao a little flattered for the first time.

He was so loved.