The waters of the Forgotten River are flowing, and the red flowers on the other side are in full bloom.
Ye Yunlan squeezed the Qingxin charm in his hand, and the fingertips hanging from his sleeves trembled slightly.
He looked at the person on the bridge silently, and wanted to say something, but couldn't say anything.
He knew that this was just an illusion in a secret realm, that it was his unrealistic fantasy, that that person had died, and that even if there was reincarnation in this world, they would not be able to meet again.
He knows that there is nothing in the world that can bring the dead back to life, and that even if he lives again, what he encounters will no longer be the same as before, and he knows that the past is like a dream, and everything is like clouds and smoke.
He knew that it had been 109 years since the day that person left, a total of 39,972 days and nights.
The man on the bridge turned to stare at him and stretched out his hand towards him.
The other party's scarlet eyes seemed to be condensed with the dried blood of the dead, and the mask on his face was even more ferocious like a ghost, but his voice was hoarse and gentle.
"Come here." He said, "Xianchang, I want to hug you."
Ye Yunlan took a half step forward consciously.
The wind blew his plain white robe, and his long black hair fluttered.
His fingertips trembled even more
But, after all, it stopped in place.
The person on the bridge waited? He didn't wait for a long time? He came over, but he didn't care, he just laughed softly, "Xianchang is still so shy."
He jumped from the railing to the ground and walked towards Ye Yunlan.
The man was tall and tall, wearing a black robe. There was a lot of dark blood on the hem, and there were faint traces of thunder and fire on the hands exposed on the sleeves.
He said: "Since Mingyue is not willing to enter my arms, then I have to go to Mingyue and go."
The man walked to the head of the White Bone Bridge, bowed his head slightly, his tall figure enveloped Ye Yunlan, and said with a low smile.
"My bright moon."
Ye Yunlan's body was shocked.
After a long time, he called out in a very low and hoarse voice: "... Your Excellency."
The Demon Venerable reached out and took him into his arms.
A familiar breath and a powerful heartbeat surrounded him.
He smelled the faint smell of blood, the fragrance of flowers on the other side, and heard the water of the Wangchuan River swept the convex stones on the river.
He saw the bright red petals fluttering in the air like sparks, saw the boundless blood-colored sky, looked at the man with black hair and bloody eyes, stretched out his hand and pinched his chin, so that in his eyes, he could only carry the other person. all figures.
Demon Venerable said: "Xianchang, return with me, okay?"
After all, he wanted to lean over and kiss.
Ye Yunlan said hoarsely, "...Okay."
The moment his lips touched, he closed his eyes and shattered the pure heart charm in his hands.
He felt that his lips were touched by Ruoyou, the hot body temperature was touching, and the familiar breath wrapped him, and the world became dazed and confused in an instant.
Then, everything gradually faded away.
The spiritual power of the Qingxin Talisman was pouring on the tip of his heart like a cold spring. He opened his eyes and appeared. What was in front of him was gone? The figure of that person was gone? Forgotten River and Bone Bridge, only the blood-red hallucinogenic flowers on the other side were scattered all over the floor. The skeleton of , and the dark sky in the dark secret realm, a blood moon hangs high.
Ye Yunlan raised her hand, her fingertips touched her lips, and for a moment, it fell to her side again.
He took out a new heart-clearing spell and held it in his palm again.
Looking around, he couldn't see the silhouettes of other monks. He didn't panic. He had been to the Nether Secret Realm in his previous life, and knew that there were three floors in it. The first floor was not too dangerous except for a few illusion magic circles.
Only the monks who enter the secret realm will be scattered, and according to the law, the closer the monks who enter the time are, the closer they are.
He and Shen Shu entered one after the other, the distance should not be far away.
He used a little spiritual sense, simply calculated Shen Shu's location, and found that it was in the east.
A feeling of suffocation surged in his chest, he lowered his head and coughed, then wiped the slight blood from his lips and headed east.
…
Shen Shu was walking in the fog, and he couldn't see the five fingers when he stretched out his hands, and he couldn't even perceive Ye Yunlan's breath.
The afterglow sword slashed the mist, and soon reconvened again.
He slashed blankly, his pace was getting faster and faster, and the anger in his eyes became heavier and heavier.
The tip of the pupil shrank suddenly.
He saw a long sword and was very familiar with it.
It is the lack of Master.
Drop by drop spread along the road ahead, he quickly walked along the blood trail, and the thick fog in front suddenly became clear.
Ahead? There is a flood of spring water.
The secluded spring pool was crystal clear to the bottom, surrounded by round pebbles, and a pile of snow-white clothes was thrown on the shore, piled up in a mess.
Shen Shu's eyes were fixed on the pile of clothes for a moment, and then he slowly raised his eyes.
But see? There is a figure in the distance by the spring, with nothing on his body. His jet-black hair and snow-white skin constitute a thrilling beauty and temptation.
That person's hot appearance is familiar, like a natural, difficult to describe in words, but at a glance, like the moon and snow, it is clearly his master.
Ye Yunlan was lying on the edge of the spring, her thin back trembling slightly, showing a graceful and seductive arc.
He noticed the movement, turned his head, looked over with red eyes, saw Shen Shu's eyes lit up, as if he had found a savior, and said, "Master's injury attacked? It hurts... My body hurts..."
He seemed to be shaking more and more unbearably, his eyes were dripping with water, and he pleaded with a trembling voice.
"Shu'er, come here... help me."