What to do if you are chased by old attackers every day [Quick Transmigration]

Zhaoyue lost her temper. He must know the horoscope of the boy's birthday. He asked several times, but every time the subject was changed.

"If you don't tell me again, I will go back to heaven." Zhaoyue thought that this was already a great threat and wanted to separate.

Unexpectedly, the young man smiled lightly, as if Zhaoyue's angry words hit his heart: "You go back, it's best to take Qianqian back, and make him immortal."

The young man knew that the gods cut off love and never loved each other. If the heavenly emperor knew that the two of them were living such a life in the mortal world, it might be bad for Zhaoyue. Although he didn't have many years to live, he wished Zhaoyue well.

"I won't go back, and I won't fulfill your wish."

Zhaoyue sat down on the bed, her face was blue with anger, she didn't have any way to vent, she twisted her body and made the bed and folded the quilts, and finally they were neatly folded after a tumultuous battle.

Qianqian lay on the bed and watched the two fathers quarreling, and did not come out to persuade the quarrel. Anyway, the fathers never quarreled for more than an hour, and they often reconciled inexplicably.

Out of the corner of the young man's eyes, he caught Qianqian at the window, thinking that it would not be good to quarrel in front of the children, so he took the initiative to sit by the bed and asked his angry husband with difficulty: "...what do you want to eat at noon?" , and still occasionally eat some fruit to satisfy the desire of the tongue.

The boy's voice lacked confidence, he didn't know whether Zhaoyue would answer him perfunctorily or just leave him alone.

The child is watching.

Zhaoyue looked at the young man, sighed, she couldn't get angry looking at him like this, so she cleared her throat and said, "Have you finished eating the plums you picked a few days ago?"

"Not yet, there is a small basket left."

"kindness."

"I'll go wash up." The boy stood up.

"I'll go." It took Zhaoyue to soften in an instant, and she wasn't really angry with him in the first place.

When the two were squatting by the stream to wash plums, the boy said, "My birthday is June tenth."

"Well, write it down, you don't need to worry about crossing the catastrophe, I'm here."

Zhaoyue accidentally washed a piece of the fruit and broke it, then brought it to her mouth and started to chew.

He believed in the young man's words.

At that time, Zhaoyue didn't know that the boy had lied to him.

The boy's birthday is actually May [-]th, which he said was a month late.

The catastrophe suffered by the people of the demon world is unbearable to the gods, and it can be called fatal. The young man knows this very well. He can't let Zhaoyue stop the catastrophe for him, but if he keeps not telling his birthday, Zhaoyue will not insist on it. Rao, that's why I made this bad move.

On the tenth day of the fifth month when he was [-] years old, he would go to the most secluded valley to survive the tribulation alone. If he succeeded, he would return home; if he failed, he would die. It doesn't hurt Zhaoyue either.

After thinking everything over, the young man felt relieved, life and death are fate, let it go.

The boy and Zhaoyue have spent nearly 100 years in the deep valley of the devil world. The boy has become less and less like a devil, and the cold eyes and brows have gradually turned into beautiful scenery.

Zhaoyue did not live a fairy-like life in Heaven, but found it in Demon Realm.

The days passed like arrows and shuttles, but they were long, and the days were as plain as water, but warm.

100 years is only ten days in the heaven, just a flick of a finger.

A state of life cannot last for too long. Whether it is happy or depressed, there will be an end and a switch.

May [-]th was the day when the young man would really endure the catastrophe of the wind. Before the east was clear, the young man got up early and washed the fruit for breakfast for Zhaoyue and Qianqian, then quietly left the house and left the valley.

Zhaoyue and Qianqian are still asleep, their lives are quite lazy, and they won't get up until the sun is high.

When he walked to the door, the young man looked back at Zhaoyue and Qianqian. After all, they had been with each other for a hundred years, so it was inevitable that they would not let go.

The young man had already stepped out of the door with one foot, and the other foot was still inside the door. In an instant, he didn't want to leave. Instead, he wanted to lie back in the bed immediately, and then get up in a daze together with Zhaoyue and Qianqian. He laughed nonchalantly, and yawned while washing his hands.

However, if the wind and calamity came, if he didn't hold on, would he just die in front of them?

Zhaoyue turned over, and the boy hurriedly closed the door, afraid that Zhaoyue would find out and ran away.

He didn't bring anything, even the xun was left at home, beside Zhaoyue's pillow.

He flew to Shigu in the west of the Demon Realm, where there are few people, even if he died there, no one would know.

The young man was thinking wildly on the cloud, when suddenly a gust of cold wind hit, and he had no time to escape, it was in the posture of a huge wave, as if he had fallen into the vortex of the wind inadvertently.

It came so fast.

The cold wind wrapped the boy tightly, and he instantly fell from the clouds and fell into an unfamiliar forest.

The inexhaustible wind is like countless thin needles connected together, quenched with poison, and quickly shuttles back and forth through the boy's flesh and joints, enjoying the pleasure of raging.

The more sad thing about wind calamity than fire calamity and thunder calamity is that the wind will blow away the spiritual consciousness of the person crossing the calamity, and even the most basic defense and resistance cannot be done.

The young man thought in the agony that it was a good thing that Zhaoyue was not allowed to block the robbery. This kind of crime is not something a god can bear.

Shu Xingmi's memory can only end here, and when he wakes up, he is already in the Immortal Palace.

But he still wanted to know what happened after he fell into a coma. Because the two lit the "dream incense" before going to bed, Shu Xingmi used the incense to enter the dream of the devil and watch the other half of the memory of the devil.

When Zhaoyue woke up, she unexpectedly found that the pillow was empty and the boy was not by her side.

The sun was already drying his buttocks, he sat up rubbing his head, Qianqian was soundly asleep, Zhaoyue didn't wake up his son, went to the ground, and found that breakfast was ready.

He searched around the valley, but there was no sign of the boy.

Where did it go?

Did he go to the fox's house next door to buy wine again?It's not so greedy...it's early in the morning.

Zhaoyue went to ask on the cloud, but the neighbors said they didn't see it.

Strange.

Zhaoyue was anxious, so she went home and searched again, but there was still nothing, so he had to circle the sky above the demon world again, trying to find the whereabouts of his sweetheart.

It takes seven hours to find it.

Zhaoyue finds it dark from dawn to dark, the sky is black and purple, Zhaoyue even suspects that she has gone crazy, and is very anxious.

It was the first time he was so scared since he was born.

Desperation is nothing more than that.

At the end of the night, Zhaoyue finally found her lover in a gloomy jungle.

The young man's body was so white that it shone a little, his eyes were open, and his gaze was distracted.

Zhaoyue slowly half-kneeled beside the young man: "Xun?"

The cold wind had already dissipated, and the boy's skin was light pink. Zhaoyue lightly touched the boy's hands. His hands had never been so warm. It was the last effort of the body to resist the cold wind.

People who died of wind disasters have this symptom.

The young man died long ago, and he didn't come to search for his soul without black and white. The soul is attached to the heart, and those who have no heart will disappear from this world when they die.

You never lie to me, why did you lie to me only about this one?

Shouldn't the devil be cunning and cunning?What's the matter with you?

Zhaoyue gritted her teeth, managed to gather herself together, activated the immortal technique, intending to bring the dead back to life, but this method is easy to revive humans, but it cannot revive demons.

He poured out all the elixir from the medicine gourd he carried with him, and fed it to the young man, but he still couldn't recover.

The boy stubbornly refused to open his eyes.

Not anymore.

Zhaoyue thought quietly for a while, then stretched out her hand and conjured a long knife, cut open the left side of the boy's chest, then aimed the blood-stained blade at her own chest, twisted her wrist, and took out her heart, brows Don't wrinkle, don't blink.

He put the heart into the boy's chest, and then performed immortality to make it merge with the boy's body, and poured 1 years of cultivation into it.

This is the way there is no way.

Zhaoyue still has inner alchemy in her belly, he will not die, even if he lacks a heart, he can still live.

He dropped the long knife, leaned against the tree weakly, and waited for another hour, the morning light was faint, and it was almost dawn.

The boy's eyes gradually focused, and he sat up propped up.

"Xun." Zhaoyue was overjoyed, his eyes seemed to be lit up by something, a river of blood flowed from his chest, he stood up staggeringly, "Great, let's go back..."

The young man opened his hand, and the long knife on the ground fell into his palm. He flew up and stabbed Zhaoyue in the chest without any hesitation.

A knife cut off Zhaoyue's words.

Zhaoyue said: "I have no heart, even if a knife is pierced through my chest, I will not die."

These words seem familiar.

"I know."

The young man smiled cleverly. He turned his blade and attacked Dantian directly, hooking Zhaoyue's inner alchemy. The inner alchemy shone with golden light. The young man tipped his knife, and the inner alchemy fell into his hand. He swallowed it with his head up. All of Yue's cultivation is already in his belly.

"Finally succeeded," the boy's voice was a little smug: "Everything before was for this moment."

"If you really wanted my heart, you could have done it long ago. We have slept in the same bed for 100 years, and every night is your chance."

"No," the young man shook his head: "If the demons want to use their hearts to bring them back to life, it must be granted voluntarily by others. I didn't believe that there would be gods who were stupid enough to give their hearts to the demons... Now I believe it. It seems that you really like me."

This is what demons should look like.Zhaoyue thought to herself.

Received the immortal energy infused by Zhaoyue, and got his heart again, the young man was surrounded by pale light, slowly floating upwards.

"I'm going to become a fairy, thank you very much, and when I get to heaven, I will completely forget everything that happened with you... You should forget me too—if you still have life."