"He deserves to die, you know?"
"Who? The devil or the devil?"
"As long as the demon world exists under his leadership, I will destroy him sooner or later."
"Is it because of the Flower God?"
"It's because of Luo Qian, but the feud between the two realms of heaven and demon has been forged a long time ago. Luo Qian was just a way to take revenge on me after he succeeded. In that battle a thousand years ago, he won and captured my eighteen famous generals in the heaven. Only Luo Qian can do the exchange alone."
"Why did he do this? Did he fall in love with the beauty of Xianhuashen?"
Mo Yunye looked back abruptly, his eyes as stern as a wolf and a tiger, and his deep voice came from the underworld: "You can never see through, what is he thinking in his heart..."
Qianhua was startled, thinking to herself that she would never be able to see through what Mo Yunye was thinking. The general was still narrating the past calmly, but he was staring at her fiercely at this moment.
Mo Yunye realized his gaffe from Qianhua's slightly trembling pupils, then calmed down his expression and continued: "At that time, I was defeated and threatened, and I was hesitant and conflicted and didn't know the way forward, so I didn't immediately made any reaction, that is, did not show any reluctance to Luo Qian...
"But who has caused the pain in my heart? I have been with her day and night but have not been able to stay together for a long time. Nan Liyue can't see us being good and can't see me having any happiness. Since he knows where my weakness is, he will be ruthless and ruthless. I love Luo Qian, but the survival of heaven cannot leave those eighteen generals behind... I have no choice!"
"So you sent the Flower Goddess there in exchange for the eighteen generals to save the heaven from destruction?"
Mo Yunye looked up to the sky and sighed. At that moment, his handsome face was full of painful vicissitudes. Melancholy and sadness were revealed from his bright pupils, and he was full of sorrow and regret: "I failed Luo Qian."
"You had one more chance. That time when the Demon Lord and the Flower Goddess faked their marriage, why didn't you go to the Demon Realm to snatch her back?"
The corners of Mo Yunye's lips twitched slightly, and the sneer spread like a knife cutting thin lips, and blood flew from the petals: "Qianhua, I know you want me to stop, and you want the world to be peaceful and the people to be stable, but you'd better stay away from the war. Nan Liyue and I, there is only room for one in the world! With him without me, with me without him... "
Thousands of flowers are ashamed, and their hearts are full of anger. How can I be so great? Do I want the world to be peaceful and stable? I just have a long-cherished wish. When I become an immortal, the people around me are relatively harmonious and enjoy each other's lives. In addition, I don't want my face to provoke wars for the second time, causing infamy throughout the ages, which Qianhua cannot bear: "I I just want everyone to live in peace and harmony, and at worst, we won’t have contact with each other until we die, so why do we have to fight to the death to give up?”
"Do you think this world can really be peaceful? His second robbery is the biggest irony that I didn't have the guts to go into the devil world alone to save Luo Qian back then?"
Mo Yunye's voice, every word of gnashed teeth, came from the wind. There was no sullen roar or hysteria. Even if his words were extremely cruel, they could still maintain the gentleness of being as gentle as jade falling into the water. But at this moment, When Qian Hua heard it, it felt like the chill was rising everywhere, and the falling water was freezing...
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The days when I lived together with Mo Yunye in Yunqi Palace were calm and breezy. I was sad only for the dazzling spring flowers that dazzled everyone's eyes, but sadder than the pear blossoms with rain. Happy, I was only happy to have clothes on my hands and rice to open my mouth. I was happy but happy to be dripping with water. Qianhua suddenly felt that the life of a god was too dull, and her heart was calm and unruffled. If she could live tens of millions of years without getting tired of it, that would be her true state.
One morning when I woke up from a dream, I suddenly realized that the ultimate goal of becoming an immortal is to live for thousands of years with light clouds, light winds, no sorrow and no joy, so I felt sad from it, as if I was going to be lost in the endless end of time, thousands of flowers. He stood up in panic, rushed to the east garden of Yunqi Palace, hugged Mo Yunye, and explained to him the importance of stopping the war.
This trance is a kind of contradictory psychology: I hope to break the boring life of a stagnant water, but I don’t want the flames of war to be raging, but it is also a firm persistence: I would rather live a life of peace and tranquility than use the blood of war. Flow into a river to dye it mottled!
Lobbying Mo Yunye is also an achievement that realizes the value of life. Unfortunately, the achievement is not really an achievement. Mo Yunye is obviously more stubborn than himself. He even turns against him at the mention of a truce. He seems to be a weak man. Warlike to the point of obsession.
Qianhua was also going mad. Every time she explained to him the consequences of the war, she broke up on bad terms. Once again she returned to Xiyuan from Dongyuan angrily. She rushed into her boudoir with flying speed, and closed the door behind her back. I was about to throw something to vent my anger, but I suddenly found something lying on my bed.
The thing shrank into a small ball and rolled up its own quilt, and dyed its pale pink bedsheets a bright red with the blood dripping from its body.
Ominous thoughts suddenly passed through her mind. Qianhualiu frowned and felt confused. She quietly approached and gently removed the quilt. The little dragon cub suddenly saw a face full of tears. As expected!
But it was the tragic scene that Qianhua didn't want to see the most: its whole body was covered in large and small wounds, the skin was torn and bloody, and the dragon's tail was actually broken, as if it had been cut off by a human being!
Qianhua's eyes became wet, and then she became angry and choked in her throat: "Who hurt you?"
While asking him, she hurriedly used spiritual energy to heal his injuries, but he was injured too badly. Qianhua almost exhausted 70% of her immortal energy, but it could only heal his minor injuries and stop the bleeding, but it still could not restore his fair and supple baby. Son, my heart is in agony. If I knew that a murderer like this would not spare such a lovely child, I would chop him into nine pieces and feed each piece to the fish!
However, Qianhua soon realized that she did not have the power to chop the culprit into pieces, because the man behind Xiaolong's injuries was Mo Yunye.
At this moment, a line of heavenly soldiers ran past the Xiyuan Gate of Yunqi Palace, and several of them knocked on Qianhua's door: "Has Fairy Qianhua seen a child passing by?"
"No! I just finished arguing with your master, and I'm annoyed. Get away!" Qianhua replied simply and fiercely, scaring the group of heavenly soldiers to shut up and leave quickly.
After the footsteps gradually faded away, Qianhuafang let go of his arms, stared at the little dragon cub and asked directly: "Are you Qixing Longyuan?"
The little dragon cub looked aggrieved, with tears on the verge of falling, and did not give a definite answer. He only looked at Qianhua with a pair of big watery eyes, looking for help.
Presumably he acquiesced, but Qianhua asked helplessly: "It is said that you have the ability to kill any immortal with boundless power. How come you are so injured now just by being chased by a group of heavenly soldiers?" It is probably because of the search for Qixing. Long Yuan's heavenly soldiers were not sure whether the child was the treasure they were looking for. They wanted to capture him alive, but the little dragon cub refused to give in, so they got injured after a dispute.
"Am I so powerful? How come I don't know?" Unexpectedly, Xiaolong raised an innocent face and stared at Qianhua in surprise with a look of admiration. (To be continued)