In the dark and dark world of the devil, in a secluded corner, with green smoke curling up and no one inhabited, there is actually a faint smell of fireworks in the world.
Deep in the courtyard, in a not-so-spacious room, there is a wooden table with several dishes and two bowls filled with rice. There is only one person sitting by the table.
The other was lying on the couch at one side, surrounded by black mist, his face was pale, but his lips were still rosy, and his long eyelashes were slightly closed, as if he would open his eyes in the next moment.
The person at the table just sat there without moving their chopsticks. The aroma of the food gradually dissipated, and the air was unknowingly covered with night dew. Although the sky has not changed, it should be at night. The food was completely cold, and the man still sat there motionless.
He didn't wave his hand lightly until a sudden gust of wind blew out the picture lantern at the door. The table was empty, so he also got up, lay down on the couch, and took the woman beside him into his arms.
The corpse was preserved by his magic, it was not stiff, it was still as soft as when it was alive, and even had a little warmth.
He hugged her, but didn't sleep. He opened his eyes, and his dark eyes looked up, empty, and he didn't know where his eyes fell. When the night wind blew in from the window, he seemed to be afraid that the people around him would be frozen, so he turned sideways and hugged her even tighter. He brushed aside a few strands of hair that were scattered on her face, brushed the end of her eyebrows with his fingertips, paused next to her ear, and his eyes fell on her face, as if frozen, glued to her face and could never leave open.
He seemed to be used to this appearance, silently by her side, guarding and watching, unable to feel the passage of time, ten thousand years could be seen at a glance.
Inadvertently, the woman's brows seemed to move. He got up suddenly, and the dark room was instantly lit up.
The woman's eyelashes fluttered like a butterfly's wings, slowly rising, revealing the clear light in her eyes.
Nan Zhi's body froze suddenly, and there seemed to be thousands of emotions in his eyes, but they were suppressed by him, and finally the lake was as silent as a wave, and he asked tentatively: "Chenxi...?"
The woman's eyes flickered slightly, and then she smiled at him, as soft as if she was about to pinch water.
Nan Zhi's eyelids drooped slightly, hiding the gleam in his eyes, and whispered: "You... remember everything?"
The woman held his hand with a smile and said softly, "Nan Zhi."
Nanzhi's hand trembled slightly, a little stiff, and it took a moment to hold it back.
He took her to the human world, Beijing.
It’s the end of summer, and autumn in Beijing is very early, with large golden leaves swaying in the wind, and the endless green grassland is also withered. Occasionally, there are a few butterflies chasing the shadows of summer flowers.
The market was buzzing with people, and it was as lively as ever.
Nan Zhi randomly found a small shop, ordered two bowls of noodles, and the two ate them together in silence. Then the two continued to stroll around the market in silence, Nan Zhi kept holding her hand, leading her through the bustling crowd, stopping in front of each stall for a while, seeing that her eyes didn't stop, he switched to another one.
At noon, Nanzhi brought his daughter to a restaurant, where Yiyi was singing on the stage.
After the two sat down, they ordered a few dishes, and then fell silent.
Other people's plays are being sung on the stage. If you don't intend to watch them, you won't be able to take them in. Although both of them were looking at the stage, they were obviously not listening carefully. The woman was smiling all the time, her eyes were empty and dull, while Nan Zhi looked at her from time to time, and when she looked at her, she lost her mind, without blinking her eyes in a daze.
He stretched out his hand, and gently brushed her sideburns behind her ears. His voice was like clear spring rain, but with a depressing hoarseness, he said, "In the past, you loved watching theater the most."
The woman's smile froze slightly, and then her smile became brighter, "Do you still remember?"
The corners of Nan Zhi's mouth curled up, but there was no smile in his eyes. He closed his eyes, took a sip of tea, and did not answer.
At the end of the play, Nan Zhi took her to the grassland again. Even though it was early autumn and the weather was getting cooler, there were still many children laughing and playing with paper kites on the grass.
"Nan Zhi, I... miss you very much." The woman lying on the grass put her hands on her eyes, and through her fingers, she didn't know if she was looking at the blue sky or the flying paper kites in the sky.
She seemed to be going to nest in Nan Zhi's arms, but he suddenly turned over, almost covering her body, took away her hands, and stared at her with burning eyes.
There were still tears in the woman's eyes, and when she suddenly saw his bullying face, her cheeks were slightly red.
As always, the icy breath continued to chill even the surrounding wind. He pressed her under him, put one arm around her waist, and stroked her cold cheek delicately and carefully with the other. There is never any excess emotion in those eyes that are as deep as a cold pool, and it is the same at this moment, just looking at the woman below him lightly, it makes people feel that those two ink colors will dye the sky black before they stop. But under the thick ink color, it seemed that something was surging in the calmness, and broke out of the water in the next moment.
He was getting closer and closer, his breath was on the woman's face, her cheeks seemed to be covered with peach blossoms, pink and alluring. The woman slowly closed her eyes, as if she was waiting for his pick. However, her right hand, which was hanging on the grass, raised silently, and a sharp knife appeared in her hand.
Nanzhi didn't kiss her, but slowly buried his head in her neck, hugged her with both hands, as if he wanted to rub her into his arms with all his strength, and never let go.
The woman's hand was in the air, trembling slightly.
This body once belonged to her, but now it doesn't. So familiar, yet so strange.
There is a broken soul hidden in the body, which is suppressed by the soul beads. She felt very crowded, those souls that did not belong to her seemed to push her out of this body at any time, no matter whether she wanted to or not.
She is here to get the true essence of the Demon Lord, so she should stab her heart at this moment and use the opportunity to cast a spell to sneak attack.
However, the breath he sprayed on her neck was moist and hot, and the strength he held him seemed to crush her. She even had a slight illusion that he was desperate, that he would bury her neck and cry in the next moment. come out.
With just one knife, his aura will inevitably return to the coldness of profound ice.
Lingxi's five fingers tightened, trembling uncontrollably, exhausting all her strength, the knife couldn't go down no matter what.
Lingxi seemed to see her soul crying in her body, but her eyes were dry. She looked at the tears of the soul indifferently, detached from the six realms.
Nan Zhi didn't know when he brought his lips to her ear, and the breath he exhaled was suddenly cold, and he said softly, "It's very similar, but it's a pity... no."
As he spoke, he threw back the knife in Lingxi's hand and grabbed her by the throat. The soaring hostility attracted a howling cold wind, and Lingxi was strangled by him, lying motionless on the grass, only seeing the darkening sky and the rapidly gathering dark clouds.
"I don't care what your purpose is, go out." Nan Zhi's voice seemed to be quenched by ice, and it was cold.
He didn't pinch her hard, but the raging murderous aura and the ubiquitous demonic aura made her almost unable to breathe, and could only stare at him.
"Get out." He closed his fingers slightly, as if about to cast a spell, and said in disgust, "Don't get this body dirty."
The star-like light in Lingxi's eyes was extinguished suddenly, and there was a dead silence, her tightly pursed lips seemed to ooze blood. She cast a spell, held a knife in her right hand again, and stabbed Nan Zhi's heart without hesitation, regardless of the hand that was strangling her neck.
Warm blood flowed down her palm in strings.
There was a "bang" from the sky, and the rain fell without warning, washing away the blood, and splashing water all over the ground.
The knife did not go straight into the heart, but was held by Nan Zhi's hand.
Lingxi remembered that night at the top of Cangjia Mountain, she held Nanzhi's sword and begged him to wait a little longer. The sharp blade pierced the palm of her hand, and she seemed to still remember the pain.
The heavy rain poured down, soaking her hair and blowing her bangs, revealing the unhealed "ten" wound on her forehead. Her throat was choked by Nan Zhi, and with just a slight movement of him, she could be knocked out of her wits again. The dagger has turned to ashes under his hands, melting into the rain.
Lingxi smiled slightly, instead of retreating, she said: "If you have the ability, you can cut off her neck!"
Nanzhi's face turned pale, and he let go of his hand as if he had been scalded. Seeing the situation, Lingxi quickly formed a seal and pushed towards him, then jumped up immediately, and Yufeng left.
It was raining heavily, and the children on the grass put away their paper kites and went home to hide from the rain. Nan Zhi was like a tree standing in a thunderstorm, motionless, and the wound on his hand was not healed. His hair slipped through his palm along the skirt, and it was dyed bright red. After a long time, he moved slowly, and in the middle of the night, he arrived in front of a long-abandoned residential house.
The flower beds in the front yard are full of weeds, some of which are withered, and some of which are overgrown by the flowers on the side. The picture lantern in front of the house is a little damaged, mottled and yellow. The dusty rattan chairs in the backyard have been washed by the rain.
He walked over and sat down, on the left where he sat most often.
The people around him are gone, and the voice that would repeatedly pull him and call "Nan Zhi" is gone. He thought he could still hear it.
I saw her eyes open, she bent her eyes and smiled cleverly, she saw her satisfied expression when eating, and saw her obsessed eyes when she watched a play.
He thought he could still see it.
The rain is very cold, but after all, it can't drench the painful and numb heart.
At first glance, he knew it couldn't be her, but he still couldn't bear to let go.
***
Lingxi Yujian didn't walk very far, and when she saw no one was chasing after her, she let go in one breath, almost fell off the sword, and was firmly held by someone.
Qin Ling glanced at her up and down, and even though it was in the rain, her brows were breezy, "That's right, I got my body back."
Lingxi hugged him and buried her head in his arms, trembling slightly.
Qin Ling took her to stop in a desolate forest, and set up a barrier to isolate the wind and rain.
"It doesn't matter if you can't get the real yuan, brother will go with you next time." Qin Ling patted Lingxi's back comfortingly, "At least I got my body back, you come to cast spells and I will help you, and I will help you to remove what doesn't belong to you inside." Soul out."
As Qin Ling said, her hands were about to seal, but Ling Xi stopped her.
She grabbed his hand and put it on her heart, her eyes were as silent as stagnant water, "Brother, the first time he saw me, he called me 'Chen Xi'."
Qin Ling was slightly taken aback, Ling Xi held his hand and trembled slightly, "It turns out that he accompanied me to the market, to the theater with me, to dinner with me... because Chen Xi likes it."
Qin Ling's smile was suppressed, and a coldness gradually appeared in her eyes.
"He also said that I dirty her body..." Lingxi's eyes flickered with water vapor, but she never shed tears, "Brother, don't I have a conscience? Why do I still feel bad?"
Qin Ling caressed Lingxi's hair tenderly, and the rain dried up where her hands passed, "It's just that you have no conscience, not heart."
"Brother, shall we go and beg that person? Beg him to take my heart away too." Lingxi put her hands around Qinling's neck, leaned against his chest, and said with a sob, "This way...you won't feel bad. "
A cold light flashed in Qin Ling's eyes, and she said coldly: "Brother kills him for you, and no one will hurt you again."
Lingxi shook her head, na na said: "Let's go beg that person, you take me to beg that person, let him take my heart away, okay? I don't want it anymore... As long as it doesn't hurt like this anymore, I will do anything I don't want it anymore."
Qin Ling sighed, "Don't you even want my brother?"
Lingxi was silent, tears stained Qin Ling's chest, she embraced the warmth, and it took a long time to stop crying, and said in a low voice: "Brother, we will never come here again after the seal of the God Realm is lifted."
Qin Ling hugged her and sighed, "I shouldn't have come here."
***
The emperor of the human world was assassinated, causing chaos. The demon king died overnight, causing chaos. Cang Yu in the Immortal Realm was stealing his true essence quietly, and people panicked for a while.
The underworld is still stable, but the judge has been feeling uneasy. Such a big thing happened outside, it is almost a mess, and their Majesty the Hades still refuses to listen to him finish reading the letter of war.
Today, he had no choice but to go to Hades again, tremblingly said: "Your Majesty, the three worlds of humans, demons and celestial beings have been disturbed by that mirror face. If Your Majesty doesn't take precautions early, I'm afraid..."
"What did you say?" Ming Sheng rarely shook off the mud he was playing with, and noticed what the judge said.
"My minister said people, demons..."
"Go, go, who wants to listen to this, my king said the name you just said!" Mingsheng interrupted him impatiently.
The judge recalled what he said just now, and then said: "Jingyan...it is Jingyan who sent a letter to the master of all walks of life..."
Before the judge could finish speaking, Ming Sheng's brows knit together, "Jing Yan? But there is another one named Qin Ling?"
"This..." The judge himself was not too clear about it, so he had to hesitate, "It seems to be a man and a woman, but I don't know if there is someone who calls Qin Ling."
Ming Sheng patted the mud on his hands, thoughtfully said: "They actually appeared..."
The judge was curious, and wanted to be bold enough to ask who "they" were, but Mingsheng turned over and disappeared, leaving only a voice circling in his ears: "This king is going to play outside, you have to bear some burden for this king." !"
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, this underworld cannot be left without a master for a day..." The judge could only wail into the air.