The setting sun at dusk casts golden yellow all over the lotus pond with dead flowers and leaves, giving this desolate area a glory that does not belong to it. Only one water lily petal shines with pink-purple light, eager to announce to the outside world that there is still a trace of life here. hope.
And Luo Qian's soul was raised in this square lotus pond. It was still human, but could hear and see. A year ago, Zi Mo Yunye rescued it from Luo Qianhua and gave it to March's constant fairy nutrition. Finally, I was able to communicate with him freely. When I saw Mo Yunye coming with a golden lotus in his hand, joy came to my heart. The pink and purple spiritual mist was as beautiful as a May flower: "Cloud! Cloud! This is what happened back then." What about the golden lotus that the God of Wood left for me? Does that mean that I will soon be able to break away from the lotus body and return to my human form?"
Mo Yunye sat by the pool and looked at her fondly with a faint smile: "Yes, I will see your beauty again soon."
After waiting and anticipating for a thousand years, he should obviously be ecstatic. At this moment, except for a vague satisfaction in his heart, Mo Yunye didn't seem to have too many smiles to pour out - soon it will be possible Goodbye, whether it was a year ago or a thousand years ago, Mo Yunye was suddenly confused and stunned.
"Are you... unhappy?" Luo Qian, as thoughtful as a woman, asked subconsciously.
"No." Mo Yunye smiled as warmly as jade, with a pair of bright eyes full of nostalgia, "I'm very happy. I will cast a spell for you and gather your soul, so that you can take shape as soon as possible, so that I can hold you well. A hug for you.”
"Yeah!" Although you can't see Luo Qian's eyebrows, you can feel her joy. She has been silent for a thousand years and is reborn in the hands of the person she loves most. Even though she was once cold, arrogant and aloof, she can't hide her joy at this moment. I was so happy that I really wanted to turn into a human form immediately and hug this infatuated man tightly.
Mo Yunye understood her happiness, so he opened his thin lips and laughed heartily: "Don't be too impatient, there are at least three days left..."
"Three days is so long?"
"I've been waiting for a thousand years."
"...Yun, this time, I will definitely cherish our love."
"You never failed to cherish, but the person who didn't have time to cherish properly was me."
"Yun, no matter what happened in the past, whether the future is windy or rainy, I will definitely spend it with you hand in hand!"
"Hey, close your eyes and let me gather your soul for you."
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"Brother, you are finally back!"
Holding the corner of Quman, Han Ying stumbled through Weoshui Sanqian and threw herself into the arms of Hange, who was about to arrive at the gate of the ghost world.
Hange hugged her, smiled slightly, patted her slightly thin back, let her go and asked seriously: "Where are they?"
Han Ying looked around and saw that there were not many people around, so she covered Han Ge's ears and whispered: "I have designated a place on the thirteenth level of hell to allow them to settle down. Not many people know about it for the time being!"
A bitter smile appeared on Hange's lips, and he asked with shame: "Not many people know, but which ones know?"
Han Ying pursed her lips, feeling that her brother was looking down on her: "It's just the two of you, Hunmu and Yansi, who played so warmly with you before, and because they are going to hell, Po Meng also knows that, it's just an illusion." Lansha, that cat demon, has always been running away every three days since you left the ghost world. Every time I came back and asked her where she had been, she was mysterious and refused to tell her, so I didn't tell her about it. Brother, I think this girl has second thoughts, just like Kuangze in the demon world back then, why don’t we take precautions and get rid of her?"
"It's all nonsense!" Hange lowered his face and scolded, secretly thinking that during the year of his absence, although this girl managed the ghost world to a passable level, she was still in a bad state, "How could Lan Lan be What about people who destroy their conscience?"
Hearing this, Han Ying's already flat mouth became even flatter, but it was not because of being scolded, but because her heart felt a little cold and a little sad: It's only been a year, and my brother seems to have completely changed. Luo Qianhua a year ago After committing suicide, my brother abandoned the ghost world and traveled all over the world just to find her scattered soul. He has not returned for a year. But this time he came back because he received a secret letter from himself, informing him of the demon soldiers. After being defeated and controlled by a traitor, Demon Butler Wu Yi took the remnants of the Demon Realm to the Ghost Realm for temporary refuge. This matter affected the safety of the three realms, and Han Ying could not handle it alone, so she urgently called him back.
But my brother is no longer as cheerful and carefree as before. If in the past, he heard that he suspected Huan Lansha of being unfaithful to the ghost world, he would definitely jump up and down and shout angrily: "You stop talking nonsense! Lan Lan is my shit..." How could someone who had a big problem with his urine betray me and still have sex with that kid Mo Yunye?"
But now, he just flashed a sad smile across the corner of his mouth, then suppressed the sadness in his eyes, and seriously analyzed the rights and wrongs with himself. It was clearly the death of Luo Qianhua that took away the cynical ghost king and allowed him to travel all over the world alone. After the end of the world still found nothing, the melancholy was buried in the bottom of my heart. With the disappearance of the remaining souls of thousands of flowers, it took root and sprouted, stinging and hurting, and could never go away.
"Why are you still standing there? Follow me in." He just took three steps towards the home he had not returned to for a year. When he looked back and saw Han Ying standing there stunned, Hange had no choice but to remind him.
Han Ying raised her eyes and followed obediently while chattering: "Brother, you haven't said yet, how about I place Wu Yi and others in the Thirteen Hells?"
"Okay, okay, it's a bit frustrating. I think except for Nan Liyue's body, the others are not suitable to stay in a hell with too much yin energy, right?"
"Brother!" Han Ying became anxious when she heard this, "That body of Lord Demon King is not a corpse, it is..." She just felt that the word "corpse" was too unpleasant, but she couldn't think of a more pleasant word for the moment, with a look on her face. His impatience aroused Hange's interest: "Since when did my sister care about that person so much?"
Han Ying's face turned red, and she lowered her eyelids to hide her confusion: "How can...how can something be wrong?"
Hange chuckled and had no intention of asking, but when the general turned around, he heard her murmuring: "Actually... In fact, since I pretended to be Luo Qianhua to deceive the Demon Lord, I have... been helpless. Falling in love with him hopelessly..."
Hange narrowed her peach blossom eyes and said with a hint of teasing: "You fell in love with Tianjun in the early years, and now you fall in love with Demon Lord. Why is your taste always so unattainable?"
When Han Ying heard this, she was shy but happy. After all, her brother was still her brother. Although her heart was sad, her words still deserved to be beaten occasionally: "Brother, you don't understand. At that moment, the devil held my hand and said softly The way he asked me if I wanted to go back to the devil world with him fascinated me..."
Han Ge couldn't help but sweat. At that time, in order to hide from Nan Liyue, he had to encourage her to play the role of Luo Qianhua. However, Nan Liyue exposed her with just one sentence. It was really embarrassing, not to mention: "He... was involved with you at that time. His hand? He has always been cold, when has he ever been gentle?" (To be continued)