The underground of the ruins is the most likely place for evil spirits to breed. After Yan Qing found a secret passage, he simply used the Breath Avoidance Bead to illuminate the way down. The demon god did not want to fight Lan Xize, so he fell asleep in his sea of consciousness early. Yan Qing followed Bai Xiaoxiao to the underground and found that there were already quite a few people in it.
Everyone was injured to varying degrees, looking pale, and sitting on the ground.
Yan Qing walked straight forward, and was immediately scolded by a middle-aged monk: "Don't move!"
But it was too late, Yan Qing's hand had already touched a mechanism.
In an instant, swords and arrows rained down like rain, forcing the already wounded people to flee in all directions.
Everyone was furious: "Yan Qing, do you want to kill us?"
Yan Lexin: "Yan Qing, if you can't find a way to break the formation, don't move!"
Yan Qing ignored them. After hitting a wall, he moved and went to another place to continue testing.
"Yan Qing..." Bai Xiaoxiao was almost crying out of anxiety.
But what happened next immediately extinguished everyone's anger, because where Yan Qing was standing, the black wall fell down, and a corridor appeared!
The formation was broken.
At the same time, Yan Qing raised his head with an expressionless face.
At the end of the corridor, there are fireflies flickering.
Lan Xize walked out step by step.
His long silver hair reached his ankles, and his snake-like pupils were cold and bloody. He was wearing a long green robe, and the fireflies beside him illuminated his thin face, with prominent cheekbones and an unpredictable expression.
Everyone trembled in fear at this terrifying pressure.
The only one who could stand calmly in such a strange scene was Yan Qing. Yan Qing looked at Lan Xize, and anger for being forced to separate from Xie Shiyi rose spontaneously, and a pair of tender peach blossom eyes turned cold red.
Two pairs of equally bloodshot eyes met.
He did not have any unnecessary chat with Yan Qing, but just looked at the breath-avoiding bead and laughed a few words. Lan Xize looked at Yan Qing with bloodshot pupils and said with a smile: "You want to kill me, but you are not my target for the time being."
A gust of wind blew by, and Bai Xiaoxiao, who was curled up in Yan Le's arms, suddenly felt a pulling force.
An invisible hand appeared in the air, grabbed his neck, and pulled him up.
“Woo woo woo—”
Bai Xiaoxiao clenched her throat in pain, tears welling up in her eyes.
Lan Xize threw Bai Xiaoxiao straight in front of him, looked down at him for a long time, the emotions in his eyes fluctuating, disgust and murderous intent constantly alternating, and then he sneered.
Bai Xiaoxiao was so frightened by the strange man in front of her that she couldn't speak.
Lan Xize turned and left, trapping them underground and taking Bai Xiaoxiao away directly!
Yan Qing's eyes turned cold, and the red line between his fingers broke through the thousands of troops, and he chased after them directly!
Before Bai Xiaoxiao had a chance to see the man's face clearly, when the pair of cold red snake eyes looked at him, he felt his soul being completely shattered, and the pain made him break out in a cold sweat. Before he fainted, the last sound Bai Xiaoxiao heard was the man's slow and leisurely laugh. It was extremely cold and heavy.
This laughter? It was like a nightmare, making him restless in his confusion.
Bai Xiaoxiao always felt that he had lost a lot of memories. Every time Hehuan Sect woke up in the middle of the night and saw the moonlight seeping through the window, he would tremble all over. This time he trembled even more.
In his dream, the shadows of bamboos outside the Changdeng Hall of the Hehuan Sect were dancing and swaying on the ground, like ghosts and monsters following him everywhere. He was indeed followed by ghosts and monsters.
He felt that there was something else in his body. It was something that he couldn't describe. It wasn't a physical object, and he didn't know whether it existed or not, but he could clearly sense it. His breathing, his blood, and even every strand of his hair seemed to be affected by it, and his mind was being eaten away by it!
It should have a name, and it was also trying to tell Bai Xiaoxiao its own name, trying to break free.
But Bai Xiaoxiao knew that if this thing broke free, he would definitely die!
—It can’t come out!
Bai Xiaoxiao's ears were filled with other people's voices, those of people he didn't know at all.
At first he heard the clear voice of a young girl, as if she was talking to him.
She called him Dabai.
But who is Dabai
When she walked, there seemed to be a clanging sound of metal colliding.
Ring-ring-ring, ding-ding-ding, the sound of the ringing sound made his scalp tingle.
Behind him was another person's voice, full of resentment and pain, and every word seemed to be the most desperate curse.
"Wei Shengzhuang! You will die a miserable death!"
Bai Xiaoxiao felt like his mind was about to explode. He knew her name was Weisheng Nianyan, and he also knew that the person who brought her all the pain was Lan Xize. The day when Shangli Palace caught fire was the last time she saw Lan Xize. Lan Xize's hair was completely white at that time. With long silver hair and vertical red pupils, his evil nature penetrated into his bones, and he seemed to be on the verge of losing control of his mind.
Lan Xize had never looked at her with his true eyes. At first, he played along with her dreams of a young girl in love, and later, he played along with her games. He was hypocritical and at ease.
Only now, Weisheng Nianyan felt Lan Xize's real gaze and realized that poisonous snakes have no emotions, and when their gazes wander over you, they only bring trembling and fear.
It was the first time in all those years that Weisheng Nianyan saw Lan Xize so angry, his blood-red vertical pupils seemed to be stained with fire.
While everyone outside was panicking and shouting, Lan Xize, who had lost his mind, was looking at her face.
Treat her completely like another woman.
Lan Xize laughed out of anger and said softly, "Wei Shengzhuang, do you think you can get rid of me by dying? You are dreaming."
"It was you who provoked me first."
His eyes were dripping with blood, and he spoke word by word with a trembling laugh.
It seems that he didn't feel this way towards Wei Shengyu? Strong hatred.
"You really want to die? Fine, I'll grant your wish, but you can only die in my hands."
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said calmly: "Wei Shengzhuang, I will let you die again."
The fire in Shangli Palace was too bright, illuminating the night sky red. In the devastating destruction, Weisheng Nianyan's voice had become hoarse. She just curled up on the ground, and was horrified to find that Lan Xize's face was expressionless, but something seemed to have fallen from the corner of his eye.
The tears evaporated in the flames. She never thought that Lan Xize, who was born without tears, would cry one day. But...it turns out that the tears of venomous snakes are also cold.
"It can suppress the nightmare of love and escape my control."
Lan Xize said to himself, "So it turns out that you are looking for the Wangchuan Ding."
He sneered, turned around and left, his footsteps trampling over broken beams and tiles, heading towards Nanzezhou. He ignored the tears in his eyes, as if he had never noticed that he was crying, his expression was full of evil and mockery, and he said in a very light voice: "Idiot, the Forgotten River Cauldron is in the Xiaoyu Palace, how can you find it?"
Xiaoyu Palace. The only place in the Nine Heavens and Eight Wastelands that treasure hunters cannot reach.
Shangling Palace was reduced to ashes.
Bai Xiaoxiao screamed in the flames: "Ahhhhh!"
He woke up from the nightmare and finally saw where he was. The cold wind blew his sweat and the surroundings were strangely quiet. He was in a cave. A cave standing on the edge of a cliff. The whistling wind outside blew the gravel to his feet. Bai Xiaoxiao wanted to retreat, but soon he found himself trapped on the ground by vines. His ankles were pierced by thorns and entangled in circles. He was in excruciating pain when he moved.
"Ah!" Bai Xiaoxiao burst into tears and hugged his head, like a cowering quail. Through his tearful eyes, he saw a corner of a long green robe with faint vine patterns embroidered on it.
Bai Xiaoxiao felt like she was falling into an ice cellar.
He didn't know this man's name before, but after experiencing that bizarre dream, he understood it completely.
Bai Xiaoxiao raised his head tremblingly, and met a pair of blood-red eyes that were devoid of any emotion and as evil as a demon. At this moment, the blood was reversed and all kinds of emotions surged in his blood vessels like insects, including hatred, resentment, twisted love, and overwhelming anger.
But these are not his...
Lan Xize was also looking at him, looking at the boy's ignorant yet malicious eyes. He leaned down slightly with his tall body, curled his lips and said, "The fusion of the Soul of the Oblivion River and the Nightmare of Love, so this is how it works."
Bai Xiaoxiao was afraid of him, afraid of him from the bottom of her heart.
But the moment he saw that face, he was still stunned. He had seen a similar face before...
A green light emerged from Lan Xize's fingertips. He smiled gently and said, "Take a nap. Don't you like to sleep? Hmm? You were the one who set the fire at Wangsheng Temple. I was wondering how Wei Shengzhuang could destroy the place when she was only a Nascent Soul. And what about the dungeon? Without you, how could she want to leave?"
He was smiling, but there was no trace of smile in his eyes. Bai Xiaoxiao even felt that the man in front of him wanted to grind him to ashes and make his life worse than death.
The green light from Lan Xize's fingertips merged into Bai Xiaoxiao's forehead. Then, as if she didn't want to look at him again, she left in a huff.
"Uhhh..."
Bai Xiaoxiao crawled on the ground, feeling the air become sticky. He looked up in panic, only to see Lan Xize leaving the cave without mercy. Outside the cave was a cliff. If Bai Xiaoxiao looked further ahead, he would find that this was the natural moat under the sea - the ditch that connected the upper heaven and the demon realm!
Something in his body was slowly awakening.
Faint black threads from all directions flowed into his seven orifices.
—What is Lan Xi Ze going to do? !
He stepped back step by step, half-crouched against the wall, and hugged his knees while sobbing.
"Save me, someone save me..."
Lan Xize did not go too far. He sat on a pine tree growing diagonally in a crack opposite the cave, looking down expressionlessly at the green mist that kept emerging from the bottom of the abyss.
The devil went to deal with Xie Shiyi, and his current task is to cultivate a container for him.
"I will help you regain your strength, will you really help me revive Wei Shengzhuang?"
He crushed a twig between his fingers. "I don't think so."
Qin Ziang suddenly lost contact, but he was too lazy to investigate. From the beginning to the end, neither of them regarded each other as allies.
Likewise, he never believed in the devil.
Yan Qing walks as fast as the wind!
The end of the shrine ruins is at the Demonic Ditch.
Yan Qing walked out of a secret passage, breathing slightly, and saw the abyss.
Finally met Lan Xize!
Lan Xize sat on a pine or cypress tree that grew across the cliff at the entrance of the cave. His silver hair was like snow. The wind blew his robe upwards, and his robe fluttered, leaving nothing underneath, like a ghost.
Lan Xize heard the footsteps and pulled a leaf off a branch. He seemed to be chatting with a friend and was very interested.
"All the nine sects' great elders have gone to the Demon Realm. There's no need for you to go to such great lengths. I will fill this trench sooner or later."
"The Demon God gave me many ways to revive Him, one of which is how to help the spirit of the Forgotten River devour."
Yan Qing understood immediately, his eyes like knives: "Are you planning to let Bai Xiaoxiao devour the entire Demon Realm?!"
Lan Xize smiled and said, "Yes."
Yan Qing said grimly: "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"
Lan Xize said, "You find it first? I'll tell you later."
He suddenly turned around, his pair of snake-like vertical pupils were cold and bloody, his cheekbones were prominent, and his expression was unpredictable.
When Lan Xize's eyes fell on the Breath Avoidance Pearl in Yan Qing's hand, he smiled with little interest: "So Wei Shengzhuang relies on this thing to avoid me?"
Yan Qing said coldly: "You are not worthy of mentioning her name."
Lan Xize: "I am not worthy? I am her husband and I am not worthy, then who is worthy?"
Yan Qing was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. With a flick of his finger, thousands of red threads turned into spider web phantoms and attacked Lan Xize, but his soul thread only penetrated the phantom.
Lan Xize looked down at the red line passing through his body, raised his hand to break it, but found that it only got tighter and tighter. He smiled and said, "Interesting." Lan Xize is not as arrogant as Huai Mingzi. Even if Yan Qing's cultivation has not recovered and he is afraid of the soul thread, he will not confront him head-on. This is just a knot.
After Yan Qing discovered this, he no longer wasted his energy and asked directly, "Where is Xie Shiyi?!"
When Lan Xize heard this, he looked at him.
He raised his hand, and a sky full of fireflies floated over the cliff like fine snow.
Lan Xize said: "Yan Qing, you have seen what happened between me and Wei Shengzhuang in the Bi Xi Pearl, but you are still deeply in love with my son. Don't you think you are courting death?"
"In some ways, Xie Shiyi is even more ruthless than me."
Fireflies spiral into the sky, lighting up the world.
Lan Xize raised his eyebrows and suddenly asked frivolously, "Why? Have you also been infatuated with him?"
Yan Qing said: "Lan Xize, don't think that everyone is as disgusting as you."
Lan Xize laughed sarcastically: "Isn't love a disgusting thing?"
The Nanjiang tribe is the best at deceiving people, and can disguise love in every look and smile. According to the old saying, pretending to be affectionate for a lifetime? That means growing old together. So he didn't think that the love he got after putting on a love nightmare for Weisheng was not love.
—It’s all the fault of the evil spirit of the River of Oblivion.
Lan Xize suddenly waved his hand and said, "Come here, Yan Qing, I'll show you a good show."
"roll."
A cold blood color spread deep in Yan Qing's pupils.
He walked forward, and the red clothes and red lines dispelled all the mist: "Lan Xize, I have been watching the play before. Now the play has come to me, and I don't want to watch it anymore."
"oh?"
Yan Qing stretched out his hand and untied the red thread wrapped around his thin white wrist. The soul threads were like thousands of ghosts and monsters, wrapping around him into a cocoon of origin.
Lan Xize looked at him quietly with his bloodshot eyes, allowing these soul threads to destroy him. Before this soul fragment was reduced to ashes, he gave Yan Qing a malicious smile.
The sea fog came up heavily, and finally Yan Qing was the only one left standing on the cliff.
The fireflies summoned by Lanxie Ze emitted a faint rouge-red light.
The red light became brighter and more intense, covering the entire sky and earth in an instant.
They are destroying all the demons in the Demon Realm!
They kept pressing down, like a pink cloud.
There has never been a sunny day in the Demon Realm, except for the black clouds and blue smoke, which is the second wonder.
After entering the Demon Realm, the nine great elders fought fiercely with the Lords of the Hundred Cities, and were more or less injured. They covered their wounds, half-knelt on the ground, raised their heads, and looked at the red clouds in horror.
"What's this?"
"Uh uh."
I don't know who started vomiting first.
Then more and more people began to bend over and gag.
But what he vomited out was not blood or bile, but clumps of black stuff.
First the mouth, then the eyes, then the nose, then the ears.
Black nightmare continuously flowed out of the five orifices, was absorbed by the red glow, and flew straight up into the sky.
Yan Qing sat in the position where Lan Xize had originally sat.
Looking at the black gas rising from all directions, forming a dark river, flowing into the cave opposite, and into Bai Xiaoxiao's body.
Bai Xiaoxiao was still asleep when he suddenly felt a damp and suffocating feeling. He woke up in the corner of the cave, his pupils widened, and he watched in disbelief as countless black mists poured into his body.
"What is this? Get out! Get out! Don't come over here!"
He felt sick, he screamed, he was terrified, but it was no use.
His feet were tied up, and vines that emerged from the ground grabbed him tightly, forcing him to kneel in the center of the formation.
I can't go anywhere.
If Yan Qing could enter the cave, he would find that this formation is a technique to ward off nightmares.
Bai Xiaoxiao is the incarnation of the nightmare of love and the spirit of Wangchuan. Although he is the spirit of Wangchuan, he is also a nightmare!
Lan Xize never believed in the devil from the beginning to the end. What he wanted was how to take all the power for his own use.
He wanted to use the art of controlling nightmares to train Bai Xiaoxiao into his most powerful weapon.
Time is running out.
Yan Qing did not chase Lan Xize, but rushed into the cave to find Bai Xiaoxiao. When Bai Xiaoxiao collected all the nightmares in the Demon Realm, the consequences would be disastrous.
The demon god in his body was leisurely and said with a smile: "Why should we stop it? Lan Xize is also preparing for us. Once Bai Xiaoxiao has absorbed all the nightmares, you can take over his body. Isn't that a great thing?"
Yan Qing said: "He has the spirit of Wangchuan in his body and so many nightmares. It is not easy to take over his body!"
The demon god curled his lips and said: "I can draw out the spirit of Wangchuan..."
Yan Qing was stunned and lowered his eyes to hide his myriad thoughts.
The demon god said: "I advise you not to touch Bai Xiaoxiao now. However, when he was devouring these nightmares, his mind was in turmoil. Perhaps you can go and take a look at him to get the answer you want."
Yan Qing repeated softly: "The answer I want?"
The demon god curled his lips: "Yes, aren't you very curious about what happened between him and Xie Shiyi?"
Before a plan is implemented, the seeds must always be planted.
Yan Qing didn't say anything else. He collected the red thread, stepped on the red cloud, passed through the black fog that was like shackles, and came to Bai Xiaoxiao, who had her eyes closed and was unconscious.
The demon god lazily said: "Yan Qing, now your soul thread will come in handy."
"The soul thread is the umbilical cord of my birth." The demon god's emerald eyes curved, shining brightly, and he said with a smile: "The essence of the soul thread is cause and effect. Good and evil are all cause and effect, so those evil thoughts can be obtained so easily by you. Probe it into Bai Xiaoxiao's sea of consciousness, and you can read all his memories."
Yan Qing didn't say anything, but closed his eyes. The red line pierced Bai Xiaoxiao's head like a snake. The fishy wind blew his hair and touched his face like a gentle kiss.
The soul thread affects cause and effect and transcends time and space.
Perhaps the devil didn't know that in this illusion, Yan Qing saw not Bai Xiaoxiao's memories, but rather the entire "Love Nightmare".
The first year of Jinghong is the beginning of the world.
And Bai Xiaoxiao also found all her lost memories in the painful purgatory. The past events appeared before her eyes like scenes from plays and paintings.
He was born on a winter solstice day in Zhancheng. He is the youngest son of the Bai family, one of the five families in Zhancheng, and the only legitimate son of the current Mrs. Bai.
She is born lovely and cute, and is loved by everyone.
His father spent a large sum of money to hire a sword master from the highest rank in the world, but Bai Xiaoxiao's mind was not on practicing sword at all, he just wanted to go out and play.
During the fourth year of Jinghong, the demons on the hunting mountain caused chaos and started killing people indiscriminately.
Bai Xiaoxiao hid behind a tree, crying so hard that her whole body was twitching. She was terrified when she saw the beggar demon with green eyes searching for prey in the forest.
He thought he would be eaten, but he didn't expect the demon to pause and look at another person, a brother who looked not much older than him.
Bai Xiaoxiao's eyes were red, and her tender hands grasped the leaves, trying hard not to make any sound.
The old man raised the knife and was about to chop off the brother's head.
Bai Xiaoxiao covered her mouth and closed her eyes in fear. The sound of the blade entering her arm could be clearly heard, and the smell of blood had already filled the sky.
Bai Xiaoxiao heard the sound of the blade falling to the ground and opened her eyes. She was shocked to find that the old man actually chopped her arm with the knife!
"Don't be afraid." The old man's voice was hoarse and old, with struggle and bitterness. He leaned over and said, "Shiyi, I said, I will never hurt you even if I die."
The evening light shines into the mountains and forests.
The old man's blood stained the dead leaves on the ground, and the pale-faced boy named "Shiyi" leaning against the tree had eyes as cold as a blade cut through the first snow.
This was the first meeting between Bai Xiaoxiao and Xie Shiyi.
There were three meters between them, a field of yellow leaves, and a crazy beggar demon. Bai Xiaoxiao didn't dare to breathe, choking and shaking all over. Xie Shiyi looked at him coldly, stood up and left with the demon.
Later, Bai Xiaoxiao saw the little brother again. He was locked in a cage.
Because the eldest son of the Bai family died at the hunting banquet, all suspects related to the demon species must be interrogated.
Bai Xiaoxiao saw that he looked tired, holding a knife in his hand, and sleeping weakly against the edge of the cage. She also saw that his lips were chapped, obviously he hadn't had any water for many days.
So he secretly went to the kitchen and cooked him a bowl of porridge himself.
In order not to appear deliberate, he pretended to give each person a bowl. Unexpectedly, when he was about to deliver it to him personally, there was an iron hook on the side of the cage, which cut his arm and made it bleed. He cried in pain, and Mrs. Bai hurriedly asked someone to take him down.
Bai Xiaoxiao looked at her bandaged wound and suddenly thought anxiously, has the little brother finished his porridge
Bai Xiaoxiao is the most favored youngest son of the Bai family, compared to Xie Shiyi who is alone and bullied.
It's like the moon in the sky and mud on the ground.
Bai Xiaoxiao tried every way to get close to him, but Xie Shiyi's personality was too strange. His third brother broke Xie Shiyi's sword, and he went over with his own little silver sword to apologize to him. Xie Shiyi did not refuse.
Bai Xiaoxiao apologized to him repeatedly.
Xie Shiyi said no.
He really looked like he was having a hard time. But he also really looked like... he didn't care.
This made Bai Xiaoxiao very discouraged.
The second node of the story is in the fifth year of Jinghong. Xie Shiyi entered the Dengxian Pavilion, but Bai Xiaoxiao was always lazy in his practice and missed the opportunity to become his fellow disciple. Then he began his one-sided crush that lasted for ten years.
Ten years later, Xie Shiyi was wearing a snow-white robe and wielding a sword, and his name was known all over the world.
Bai Xiaoxiao felt depressed. Now, her little brother became the moon in the sky, and the distance between them became so huge.
Just when he was sad, the moon fell from somewhere far away... and it fell very miserably.
On the day when Xie Shiyi's cultivation was destroyed, Bai Xiaoxiao was watching in secret, but he could not persuade his father and could only think of sending him some medicine with tears in his eyes.
Then comes The Prison of Mystery and Peach Blossoms of Spring.
The smoky rain filled the sky and the earth, and the ground was covered with spring water and peach blossoms.
He was in the crowd, his fingernails digging into his flesh, looking anxiously at the familiar figure walking towards him from the end of the crowd.
The people around were sighing.
He dragged out his voice and sighed deliberately, but he couldn't hide his gloating.
"Alas, who could have thought that someone who was so successful in the past would end up like this now."
Bai Xiaoxiao started to get anxious again and prayed secretly, hoping that he could survive this disaster.
The figure walked in, a pair of scarred feet slowly stepped over the peach blossom water. Bai Xiaoxiao held his breath and concentrated, not knowing why he was feeling sad and expectant. The moment he saw the man's expression clearly, his heart suddenly tightened.
The pair of eyes that were once as sharp as snow were now as hazy as today's mist and rain. Xie Shiyi looked vaguely ahead, a place that he could not see at all.
Bai Xiaoxiao's heart skipped a beat, she felt like he was looking at her.
…Did he recognize himself
Ten years have passed, does he still remember himself
The people who were making sarcastic remarks, mocking or pitying him suddenly shut up. They also stared blankly at Xie Shiyi, the genius boy who had his spiritual roots extracted, his cultivation destroyed, and was imprisoned in the Nether Prison for 49 days.
They commented on his life as a spectator, and felt that they were qualified to admire his current misery from a high position. Then they analyzed his mood from his every look and every movement, exposed his pretended calmness, and then pretended to sympathize with him by saying "it's fate".
But Xie Shiyi didn't give them any chance.
Xie Shiyi's current expression might be better described as "serious".
It was like walking on a deserted road, towards a fictional person. His dim eyes looked at a certain place in the air, through the peach blossom branches, as if full of affection.
Bai Xiaoxiao's face was a little hot, and she opened her mouth and called out silently, "Brother Shiyi."
Then he saw Xie Shiyi smiling.
In front of the No Regrets Cliff, Xie Shiyi paused and chuckled softly. The smile on the corners of his lips was even more affectionate than the spring rain in March.
Bai Xiaoxiao felt like her heart was about to jump out of her chest.
Later, Le Zhan appeared.
He saved Xie Shiyi and gave some benefits to the five families in Zhancheng. The face of the head of the Bai family was particularly ugly.
Bai Xiaoxiao accidentally overheard some conversations outside her father's study.
"This little bastard is not dead! I am so pissed off! I was thinking of using him to show my good will to Shang Zhongtian. But now my plan has gone to waste!"
"Father, calm down. I was actually thinking about one thing. There is the Immortal Alliance and the Forget Love Sect. What is the background of this Xie Shiyi?"
"How should I know? I asked that gentleman indirectly before, and he said, 'son of an enemy.' Haha, when that loser from the Xie family heard these four words, he was almost scared to death."
"Father, have a cup of tea first. I don't think things are that simple. With that gentleman's ability, does he still need our help to avenge the son of his enemy? Maybe letting Xie Shiyi go may not be a bad thing."
"Forget it, let's not talk about this little bastard."
That adult... who is he and why does he hate Xie Shiyi so much
When Xie Shiyi left the barrier city, Bai Xiaoxiao missed it because he was ill.
He told this to his master with uneasy feeling.
The master smiled and touched his hair and said, maybe you are just not destined to be together.
Bai Xiaoxiao was so sad that she almost cried. She wiped her tears with her hands and said, "Do you think he knows my name?"
The fifteen-year-old boy's figure became more and more outstanding. He was sniffing his red nose, so he didn't notice how complicated the master's gaze was when he was looking at him.
The master said: "Xiaoxiao is so cute, how could he not know it?"
Bai Xiaoxiao said: "Will he miss me when he goes to the upper heaven?"
The master said, “Yes.”
Then came the 30th anniversary of the death of the emperor. Fifteen years had passed. On another rainy night, Xie Shiyi returned in a red dress and cut off countless heads with his sword. The blood stained the courtyard deeply.
"Dad! Mom!"
Bai Xiaoxiao ran to the courtyard and saw the head of the Bai family with a ferocious look and resentful eyes. His head was chopped off by a sword and rolled to the ground and rolled to his feet. The servants were panicked and ran away.
Screams? And footsteps? tearing through the long night.
Bai Xiaoxiao ran forward and was tripped by an arm. He fell in a pool of blood, his face pale with fear and he was crying breathlessly.
"Xie Shiyi, I hate you! I hate you!"
It's just that the sound of the rain was too loud, and his heart-wrenching voice was drowned out.
Xie Shiyi walked up to him step by step.
Bai Xiaoxiao was terrified. He could never have imagined that the person he had admired for so long would actually be the executioner who massacred his family. The grievance and hatred suddenly overwhelmed him. He straightened his neck and let the tears flow through his eyes. The corners of his lips trembled: "Xie Shiyi, kill me too. You killed my parents, and I don't want to live anymore! Kill me!"
Xie Shiyi leaned over and looked at him, his cold, scarlet eyes concealing all his emotions.
Bai Xiaoxiao was stunned. He could clearly feel that Xie Shiyi was emotionally unstable and even a little crazy. This was something he had never seen before.
…How could Xie Shiyi, who had always cared nothing, lose control like this one day
Why
If it's because of me, but you've done it, you've killed my whole family
Bai Xiaoxiao's eyes were bloodshot as she said, "Xie Shiyi, if you don't kill me today, I will make you pay for your blood debt with blood one day."
It was unknown whether Xie Shiyi heard it or not. When the tip of the sword was close to his throat, he suddenly retracted it and turned away without even looking at him.
Bai Xiaoxiao collapsed to the ground, exhausted. Soon his master came running over, hugged him anxiously, and said in a panic: "Xiaoxiao! Xiaoxiao! Are you okay?"
Bai Xiaoxiao burst into tears, lying in her master's arms, clutching his clothes tightly with both hands.
"Master, why is it so painful to love someone?"
Ten years of secret love, a deep hatred, and then they went their separate ways.
Bai Xiaoxiao was hurt by love and was in a daze for a long time. Then she asked her master crying if there was any way to forget everything.
It is actually very easy to make a mortal lose his memory. His family was tragically wiped out and he became homeless. His master couldn't bear it and gave him the love potion to drink.