As the sun sets and the moon rises, the wind on the top of the mountain suddenly rushes, and a burst of sand and stones blows from nowhere, hitting Lingxi's body like raindrops, and the clothes are also rattled.
Standing on the top of the mountain, she opened her eyes blankly, looking for the direction of the moon through the dim light.
It's almost midday.
"Nan Zhi, can you promise me one thing?" She could always accurately perceive the direction of Nan Zhi, and looked at him with a slight smile.
There was silence and no response.
"Anyway, why don't you hurt Cangjia?" Lingxi said softly.
She was glad that she couldn't see at this time, but she could hear clearly. Whether it was the wind blowing close to her ears, or the clamor of monsters hidden in the dark, she could hear it clearly.
So Nanzhi's "good" sound was very clear to his ears.
At the same time, a loud shout sounded in my ear: "Lingxi!"
It was Qing Kui's voice. I can't remember how many times I heard him calling her like this in times of crisis.
Three breaths came quickly from different directions. Lingxi felt it was Qingkui Qinglian and Qingnian, and her eyes felt warm. Even now, there are still people who protect her like this, worry about her, and are willing to risk their lives for her, how lucky is that
However, before the three breaths could get close, they disappeared without a trace. Lingxi thought that her five senses had disappeared again, but she clearly felt that the air around her was suddenly cold and murderous.
Her heartbeat also accelerated with the soaring murderous aura, and she tried her best to open her eyes, but her eyes were always gray.
"Nanzhi, Nanzhi..." Lingxi called urgently, "Don't hurt them!"
He could only hear his own voice, but no reply.
Lingxi's heart slumped, and all the spiritual power that was left was gathered in her eyes.
She wanted to see, to see what happened, to see Nan Zhi's face, to see if tonight, Nan Zhi would really tear up her soul and drive her out of this body as in the illusion.
The black miasma in front of my eyes finally gradually dissipated, and the colorful world reappeared.
The full moon hangs high like a bronze-colored jade plate, and the rare clear moonlight shrouds Cangjia Mountain in a silvery white. The shadows of trees are like shuttles, and the wind is like residual clouds.
The top of the mountain she was on was shrouded in a barrier, as if surrounded by silvery white halos. Qingkui Qinglian and Qingnian were isolated outside, trying to break the barrier by constantly casting spells, but in vain.
Seeing that the three of them were all right, Lingxi breathed a sigh of relief.
So... the murderous aura that just skyrocketed
She looked up.
Nanzhi's black hair and black clothes fluttered wantonly in the gust of wind, like a black sky, covering the starlight behind him. He raised his sword, and the silver-white sword light was cold and sharp, piercing the darkness of the night.
The point of the sword pointed directly between her eyebrows.
Only at the moment when she saw all this clearly, the tip of Lingxi's nose suddenly felt sour, and the sword energy was so cold that it was almost impossible to open her eyes, but her eyes were warm.
It turned out...it was true.
She thought of her when she saw Nan Zhi's painting again that day.
She was eighteen years old.
In the painting, she has bright eyes and a slight smile, and a pair of pear dimples on her cheeks appear brighter with the smile. But no matter how bright her smile is, it can't compare to the jacaranda in her hair. The bewitching blue-purple blooms domineeringly and recklessly, easily taking away the color of the whole painting.
That's her, but it's not her.
Nanzhi's paintbrush once stayed on her bun, saying something was missing.
Nan Zhi's hand once held hers and put it on his heart, saying that a piece was missing.
It turned out that what was missing in the painting was the jacaranda.
What is missing in my heart is the Jacaranda demon.
As early as that moment, she understood, understood Nan Zhi's intentions, understood his past with Chen Xi, and even more understood... her real low position in Nan Zhi's heart.
She looks exactly like the woman he loves so much.
Even though I saw her being kicked out of this body in the illusion, even though I have persuaded myself to accept this fact countless times, but I really watched him pointing his sword at me, confirming her previous guesses and doubts, and extinguishing the faint hope that she had quietly bred. At that time, her heart still couldn't stop hurting, and she was trembling with pain.
But she can't cry.
She stared at the sword bearer with burning eyes, only to see his eyes flicker slightly, and the light of the sword approached a little more.
She kept staring at him all the time, trying to see some flaws in those familiar eyes. However, the eyes that used to be full of affection in the past only had the word "cold" tonight.
"Nanzhi..." Lingxi couldn't resist calling his name after all.
In the past, she would call him when she missed him, and she would call him when she was in danger. She did not think that one day, she would call him when swords were facing each other.
"Nan Zhi..." She wanted to say something, but she stopped. She remembered that in that illusion, Nan Zhi also pointed at her with a sword like this, and said, "Today, you must die."
Fortunately, she won't hear it with her own ears tonight.
She poured all the spiritual power into her eyes, and she couldn't hear anything.
Nanzhi's lips seemed to move, and she said something, and then, without hesitation, the cold tip of the sword pierced her forehead, and cut it once, twice.
Lingxi knew that it was to draw a cross to facilitate the entry and exit of souls.
Later, he would use his spiritual power to cast a spell, tearing her soul out of that cross wound. He will use Chen Xi's ray of soul as a guide, use soul guide and soul-locking water to call back Chen Xi's soul, and then seal her into this body with the soul-suppressing stone.
From then on, the one who survived in this world is Chen Xi, his beloved with whom he has been in love for thousands of years.
His heart is complete, and her heart is lost.
Lingxi has never hated someone so much.
Yes, she hates her.
hate herself.
Why do I have to look the same as Chen Xi? Why did she fall in love with the man Chen Xi loved? Why didn't she even have the courage to run away or question him knowing that this man would kill her and expel her
Lingxi suddenly grabbed the sword with both hands, the blade of the sword that was being pulled away cut through the palm of her hand, and stopped suddenly.
The blood had already dyed her eyes red, and all she could see was a blood-red world and the Nan Zhi that she had sketched out of thin air.
"Nan Zhi, I don't want to die." Her voice was choked up, and bloody tears kept falling, "Nan Zhi, I don't want to die."
She couldn't hear her own voice, but she knew what she was saying.
She didn't want to leave this world.
"Nan Zhi, wait a little longer... how about a wait?" Lingxi held the sword tightly, as if not letting it go, Nan Zhi would not be able to use the soul summoning technique, "I can't see you at all I can't hear you anymore, I can't feel you anymore, and when my soul is weakened to death, I will return this body to you."
She is selfish after all.
When he saw Chen Xi who was attracted by the soul, he vaguely predicted today's ending. So she selfishly persuaded Chen Xi to let her stay in the Soul Requiem Stone.
She thought, give her a little more time, just a little bit. She pretended to be stupid, ignoring her weakening body, ignoring the illusion that Yeye reappeared in her dream, pretending not to know Chenxi's existence, and Nanzhi's past with her, she just wanted to cherish being with Nanzhi The days of love, she passed the rest of her life safely, and in the end she would release Chen Xi and take out the soul stone, so that they... lovers could finally get married.
"You've been waiting for ten thousand years, just wait...maybe a month, maybe two months. Wait, wait until I'm dead... Nanzhi...can you wait a little longer?"
Lingxi didn't know how loudly she said these words, she couldn't hear her, she could only see the blood in front of her eyes, and could feel the bone-chilling coldness in this enchantment, and she didn't know that Nan Zhi's answer was "" Good or not".
He used to say "yes" to her, but that was the past.
Perhaps, her Nan Zhi had disappeared in Donghua Mountain two years ago and would never come back.
Now this Nanzhi is Chenxi's Nanzhi.
but…
"Nanzhi, I-I can't bear to..."
Lingxi felt her tears scorching hot, making her cheeks warm, even though she was cold to the bone, shivering all over. She was cold and afraid, not because she was afraid of death, but because she was afraid that she would never see him again.
She couldn't bear his occasional smiling side face, his slightly warm eyes, and his cold and thick chest.
When she realized that Nan Zhi was really going to kill her, this kind of reluctance swept her whole body and mind, so she begged Nan Zhi to wait a little longer...
Although she clearly understood that the seven years he spent with her was not as good as the thousand years he spent with Chen Xi, perhaps the reason he was kind to her at first was only because she coincided with the shadow in his heart.
But no matter what, to her, seven years is half of her life, Nan Zhi is her whole life.
She just wanted this half to end a little later, a little later, even if it was only a second.
She was reluctant to part with such a man, even though this man had other women in his heart.
Blood slid down her palm, her arm was wet, and suddenly there was a huge pain, and the long sword slashed across her palm. In the red blood light, she vaguely saw herself surrounded by a silver halo.
The strong wind blows like ghosts crying and wolves howling.
She shouldn't be able to hear it, but she heard it the moment the long sword left her hand. Nan Zhi said, "I can't wait any longer."
The remaining string in my heart finally snapped with a "bang".
He has been waiting for thousands of years.
In the long and boundless ten thousand years, the seven years between her and him are like a drop in the ocean, invisible.
Yes, how could she be so stupid? Let him wait a little longer, how can he wait
When her soul left her body, Lingxi didn't feel any pain, she lost all five senses, she couldn't see, hear, smell, or touch.
With the soul withdrawn, there are also memories she has cherished for many years.
When she was a child, she lay on the back of Nan Zhi who had turned into an eagle, asked him to save Senior Brother Qing Kui, and scolded him as a big turtle, a big turtle, a big turtle, a useless big turtle!
When he was on the cliff of emptiness, he broke through the barrier and took her to watch the sunset swim in the East China Sea. She shouted and laughed loudly on his back.
When he was in Donghua Mountain, he looked at the falling jacarandas by the window and asked her what love is.
When he was in the underworld, he fetched the soul-locking water for her at the bottom of the Wangchuan River, and kissed her lightly before leaving. He was scorched by the river of forgetfulness so that he was not like a human being, nor was a ghost like a ghost. She cried and begged for the earth in the mezzanine of hell.
When he was in the human world, he accompanied her to the theater, said he wanted to become a human being, and stayed by her side, and said he wanted to become a demon, and locked her by his side.
They have seen the clouds rise and fall, they have seen the flowers bloom and fail, and they have tasted the sweetness and bitterness.
Perhaps, this is enough.
After all, she was too greedy and demanded too much.
Lingxi felt very light, as if blown away by the wind. At the end of the darkness, she seemed to see a thin beam of light, bright and beautiful, she flew towards the bright place, and vaguely heard someone calling "Lingxi" heartbreakingly.
It's Senior Brother Qing Kui again.
Brother Qingkui, I'm sorry.
Brother Qingkui, take care.