Suddenly, her finger stopped and touched a slice of the slice. On the slice was the appearance of Lin Tingjun in this life.
Lian Youyou picked up the thin slice and waved her sword finger. In an instant, the original slice turned into countless pictures, densely covering her surroundings. Those pictures included his birth, his past, and... his... death...
Lian Youyou raised her eyebrows slightly and curled her lips. Well~~~this person's life is quite exciting...
Outside the Minglun Hall. Lin Tingjun leaned against the door with his arms folded across his chest, looking at Di Ting from time to time, and then said something to make conversation: "If you didn't see it with your own eyes, who would have thought that the underworld was like this? I thought it was just like in the drama, with a court, bull-headed and horse-faced demons, and the Black and White Impermanence..."
"That's all your imagination based on your own appearance in the human world." Di Ting said calmly, "All imaginations of the underworld are based on real life in the human world. So the architecture of the underworld will also change with the changes of the human world. The imagination of the King of Hell will also change with the changes of the times."
"Oh~~~" Lin Tingjun pretended to be surprised, "But I have seen Buddha statues with black faces, and there are black people in the world, so you..."
"I'm not black." Di Ting was patient and answered Lin Tingjun's questions one by one.
Lin Tingjun smiled: "Hehe, you are also different from the gods I imagined, very friendly and willing to answer my questions. Unlike that woman..." Lin Tingjun deliberately lowered his voice, pointed behind the door, and pouted, "You are so arrogant~~ You flipped the table and beat people in our Nine Gates when you were in a bad mood. It's terrible..."
"You should fear her, be terrified of her." Di Ting's eyes suddenly turned cold, "Because she is an emotionless, cold weapon." His deep voice was a warning to Lin Tingjun, and there was a hint of fear in his eyes.
Lin Tingjun widened his eyes with an expression of surprise, and his natural look made people believe that he and Lian Youyou had indeed met at Jiumen, and he did not know Lian Youyou very well.
"Hiss——" He took a breath in pretended panic, turned away, and instantly retracted the expression on his face where Di Ting couldn't see, and a hint of coldness appeared in his eyes.
"Bang——" the black door opened again, and Lian walked out humming a little tune and shaking her head.
Di Ting immediately put away the trembling in his eyes, and greeted Lian Youyou with a dark face. Lin Tingjun also pretended to be respectful and bowed his head to greet Lian Youyou.
The black door closed. Lian looked left and right, then turned back to look at Di Ting: "It's time to go see Xiao Chuan Chuan."
Di Ting remained calm: "My Lady Goddess, Hades is in hibernation."
Lian Youyou waved her hand: "It's okay, he sleeps and I watch mine."
Di Ting frowned slightly and nodded: "Please follow me, goddess." He turned around and walked forward again. He knew that he could not stop Lian Youyou from looking at Youchuan.
Lian glanced at Lin Tingjun. Lin Tingjun walked past her, leaned over and said three words: "He hates you." After that, he walked forward.
Lian Youyou curled her lips and shrugged. The more gods and demons she killed, the more gods and demons hated her. It was reasonable. Therefore, she didn't want to do this thing of looking for people to hate her. She needed love to fill the emptiness after her long-term killing and to disperse the heavy dark energy that had been suppressed in her heart for too long.
In the Nine Gates, she felt loved.
Everyone's laughter, worries, and quarrels are all love for life. She needs this kind of daily necessities, trivial living life, which can give her the feeling of being a human being, rather than a cold, killing machine.
This may be the reason why Youchuan was willing to lay down his butcher knife and surrender to her. If converted into human time, she and Youchuan have been fighting for hundreds of years. In these hundreds of years, the two of them have been "facing each other day and night", "facing" each other day and night, and "physically touching".
She became a war machine, and Youchuan also became a war machine. The two of them kept fighting on the same battlefield, day after day. In the end, the two of them just fought mechanically, fighting until the sky was dark. The repetitive fighting gradually confused the two of them. What was the meaning of the two people fighting
The ground was littered with corpses of gods. What did everyone’s death ultimately bring
So, she put down her magic sword, and he put down his magic knife. From then on, he submitted to her.
The love between him and her was forged through real swords and guns. He still bears the scars of her sword, and he broke one of her divine bones.
They had too deep feelings for each other. So, when she came, he couldn't sleep well.
The palace is deep and boundless, and there are few people in the quiet place. Unlike the mortal world, there must be countless people serving the king.
"You don't even hire some palace maids." Lian Youyou looked at the deserted palace, only seeing the occasional soldier patrolling by.
Di Ting walked beside Lian Youyou and said calmly: "The king doesn't want to see women."
Lian Youyou immediately raised her eyebrows and smiled slyly: "Oh~~~Is this because I have a trauma? Hahaha - hahaha -" She turned to Lin Tingjun and raised her eyebrows repeatedly. Look, I beat Xiao Chuanchuan to the point of causing him to have a mental illness.
Lin Tingjun pretended not to see it.
If he and she were an old married couple who had known each other for thousands of years, then Youchuan and Lian Youyou could really be considered as unlucky husbands who had been abused for hundreds of years. How could Youchuan not have a shadow in his heart towards Lian Youyou
There was a sound of water coming from the front. There was a waterfall in the palace. The sound of the waterfall falling from a high place was gentle. When Di Ting approached, the water curtain opened to both sides like a gauze curtain, revealing a room that looked like crystal. The black crystal was slightly transparent, glittering with starlight, and a figure could be vaguely seen floating in it, sleeping soundly.
"The king is sleeping." Di heard.
Lian Youyou watched quietly for a while, then turned to Di Ting and blinked: "I'll be able to tell after just one look." As she said that, she walked forward.
Di Ting's gaze was not as indifferent as it was in front of the Minglun Hall, but continued to stare at Lian Youyou's figure.
The black crystal room gradually opened, with starlight flowing inside. Youchuan was suspended in the colorful starlight, and her long dark red hair was slowly flying in the starlight. The slender hair became the only bright red and shining existence in this dark world. The strands of red hair floated in the air and surrounded Lian Youyou when she entered.
Lian Youyou raised her hand and gently stroked a strand of hair that was floating past her. The hair immediately flashed a bright red light in her palm, like a stream of blood slowly flowing from her palm.
Lian smiled slowly, flew towards Youchuan, and stood quietly beside him.
Youchuan was quietly floating in this world, his handsome face was peaceful and calm. He looked like he was sleeping soundly. (To be continued)