[Flower Qiangu] Accompanying all the way

Day, night, evening and early morning, the scene in front of me flickers and fades with the passage of time, like a gorgeous scroll unfolding, and the protagonists in the painting, from beginning to end, are only two people——Hua Qiangu and Bai Zihua.

What this scene shows is the daily relationship between the two of them in the Palace of Heartlessness.The white-clothed immortal played the piano for the pink-clothed girl, and the pink-clothed girl washed the soup for the white-clothed immortal. The two became more and more tacit in their daily relationship.

Whenever the distance between the girl and the white-clothed fairy gets closer, the girl's gaze that follows the white-clothed fairy becomes brighter and hotter, as if it has been incorporated into thousands of stars, respecting, worshiping, admiring, entangled with a trace of The sweet secret affection wrapped around her heart like a vine, so that she could only accommodate this one person with her eyes full.

Boom, boom, looking at the man's figure, her heart beat extremely fast.

Such intense emotions that seem to burn the whole soul, such extravagant longings that are so suppressed and unwilling to be lonely, are clearly——love/lust, the obsessive love that can swallow the whole person .

Like a sugar-coated poison, even though it is known to be fatal, it is still tempted to swallow it willingly, just for the sweet joy/pleasure of that moment, it is as desperate as a moth to a flame.

Looking at the scene, Hua Qiangu finally understood what that emotion was.She felt extremely ashamed because of the secret love that ignored human relations, but what she couldn't deny was the sweetness of the discovered secret in her heart. She longed to see the expression and reaction of that person afterwards, and she longed to see that person Pull down the altar.

But she was so scared.

She felt extremely contradictory, and there was a battle between heaven and man in her mind, but after all, she cared more about Bai Zihua.

She thought, if I were really with Master, what would the world think of Master?

She didn't want Master to be stained.

Such a noble and cold person should have been admired independently of the nine heavens, instead of falling into the quagmire and being cast aside by the world.

So, she raised her head to look into the demon god's eyes, and paused every single word: "Yes, I love him, but it's wrong." Her voice was flat, numb from pain, mixed with a little pride and joy.Because her love for him was still inseparable and went deep into the bone marrow, so she was happy to protect Master's reputation, which was mixed with bitter happiness.

Tiny cracks began to appear on the walls around the Palace of Unrequited Love.

The demon god nearly collapsed, and the string in his mind that had already endured countless heavy pressures groaned and groaned as he died, and finally collapsed under the weight.

"Wrong, you actually said it was wrong..." Her eyes were dead silent, and the last light finally disappeared in the long night, and there was no more light.

"No! I'm not wrong...I'm not wrong-!!!" The demon god's voice suddenly rose, and the chains binding Hua Qiangu tightened due to her excitement.Hua Qiangu felt that it was difficult to breathe, and her eyes turned black.She bit her lip tightly, not daring to utter a painful cry to provoke the demon god again.

Anyway, no matter how painful it was, it couldn't compare to the pain in her heart. It was like someone had poked a hole, and the blood gushing out was blowing through the wind. As soon as the blood gushed out, it was cooled down to icy cold.

That gorgeous picture scroll was torn to shreds suddenly, crumpled into ashes, and thrown into a glass of water brutally.In the white jade cup, the water in it seemed to be dyed, with countless colors, each layer deepened, and each layer was heavier than another.

She seemed to hear the painting screaming.

Then, the glass of water was equally rudely poured down Hua Qiangu's throat.The speed of swallowing was not as fast as the flow of water, and she coughed violently, coughing up tears.

The scene behind that painting has changed, it is no longer a sweet taste, but bloody and full of sweetness.

It's her own blood.The piercing nails, the crystal-clear Severing Sword piercing into the body, and the piercing coolness cooled down the clamoring love in her blood, from boiling to solid ice.

This is the memory of the demon god, and it is also Hua Qiangu's future.

Hua Qiangu felt her heart hurt even more, but she had a feeling of "as expected", that kind of rebellious and hopeless love should not have survived in the world.

"You see, I love him so much, and I have suffered so much for him. Because of my love for him, I lost Tang Bao, Dongfang, Sister Killing, and even Qingshui away from me. People in the world fear me and want to If you want to kill me, I have nothing but him, but even he wants to kill me..." The demon god sat on the ground, hugging his knees, covering his face with his hands, weeping, sad like a child.

The cracks in the walls grew larger, and the lights in the hall dimmed.

"But, because of you, so many people died, you can't be so selfish..." Hua Qiangu pointed out cruelly with difficulty.She sympathizes with her because they share the same disease, and because they are half of each other.But she also blamed her.

Because in her mind, the sky became weird and it rained blood.Due to the appearance of the demon god, the sky and the earth collapsed, floods flooded, people were swallowed by rivers, buried by rocks, villages ignited fires, and people were displaced.Children are crying, women are screaming, and men are dragging their families, reluctantly leaving their homes in search of new homes that may not exist.Countless people either died of disasters or became delicacies of demons, and the cause of all this was just the birth of demon gods.

With so many homeless people, so many life and death partings, how can you not hate them?

In a trance, Hua Qiangu seemed to have returned to Lianhua Village again, and in that small hut, she seemed to see her parents.The mother was as gentle and beautiful as she imagined, but she was crying there, while the father put his arms around the mother's shoulders and looked at her with disappointment and pain in his eyes. Afterwards, the two left hand in hand, no matter how much she shouted. Never look back.

He thought of Master again.This world is the world her master has always guarded. However, because of her, this world was destroyed, and the peace of a thousand years was destroyed. Changliu, Penglai... Countless people were wiped out in her hands.

If she hadn't experienced the occupation of her body, she thought, these hellish scenes would have been experienced by her. She might be like a demon god, desperate to choose this path that will eventually be punished by heaven.

She was suddenly thankful again, thankful that this encounter had cooled her mind down, and she became calm enough that no catastrophe would result in the end.

Fortunately even zai.

After all, she and the demon god are two different individuals.The demon god may be Hua Qiangu, but Hua Qiangu can never become a demon god.

The walls of the Palace of Unrequited Love finally began to crack and collapse, the lights suddenly went out, and a huge crack appeared on the ground to separate the two of them. With the loud bang and the flash of light from the crack, the ground began to shake, and the broken stones were broken one by one. It landed beside the two, and then the radiance became extremely intense, and when it reached its apex, the world became quiet, and there was nothing, leaving nothing but a vast expanse of whiteness.

The author has something to say: The title of this chapter "Not the same" means that Hua Qiangu and Yaoshen are not the same person.