The Journey of Flower

Chapter 121: 123. Remember the past

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The guards on the outer layer of the Cloud Palace are particularly strict, because there are always some people who want revenge or want to be heroes who are not afraid of death. But Hua Qiangu's sleeping hall, Wuwang Hall, is large and empty. Except for a protective shield outside to prevent noise and disturbance, there is not even half a guard. On weekdays, Hua Qiangu is alone in the hall, sleeping day and night. . The five senses are a thousand times more sensitive than usual, and if there is any movement around you, you will feel particularly noisy.

Don't recall, because there is too much pain in the memory. She is supreme and immortal, so she has no pursuit and no expectation for tomorrow. Can do anything, but has no interest in doing anything. She didn't even need to be on guard, she casually assassinated wave after wave of forces from all sides. Anyway, the immortal body can recover instantly no matter how seriously injured it is. No past, no present, no future, that's what The Walking Dead looks like. She thought about letting herself freeze and sleep like Sha Qianmo, and let Zhuran wake her up again until Tang Bao was resurrected. But he was always worried, fearing that the only tiny bit of hope might go wrong.

She didn't really hate this world, and she never complained, but she became indifferent. She is not a saint, nor is she as great as Bai Zihua, under repeated blows and injuries, closing her heart is the only way for her to make her desperate self stronger. Or subconsciously, she still hated Bai Zihua for driving her to a dead end again and again for the sake of the world. But after all, she still learned not to hurt, and she was not in the mood to learn, so she could only ignore it completely, her body and mind were as numb as a pool of stagnant water.

Bai Zihua's arrival made Wuwang Palace slightly different. At first, she didn't understand why she was willing to let him stay by her side since she had no intention of revenge or hurting him. Is it because I love him too much and can't let go, or because I am too lonely, and I miss his warmth, or because I know that I am filthy, and I yearn for his flawlessness? Later, she understood subconsciously, she just wanted to know how he would kill her. She would often feel tired living like this unconsciously, if she really wanted to end all this, she would only die in his hands.

Bai Zihua looked at the trace of self-mockery and comprehension in her eyes, like a storm that was about to overturn, throwing out the turbulent waves of hidden despair, which made him feel distressed and slightly panicked. She is a god, she foresaw something, saw something, but everything that happened in this world may no longer be meaningful to her. Adding that everyone is willing to see their own future is like a chess game that has already been won and lost, boring and boring. When he was a fairy, he rarely counted his own or other people's fate, or everything was always under his control. But at this moment, he wanted to know what the final result of all this was. Although nothing will change and influence his thoughts, he will still only do what he thinks is right. But I still want to know, want to make sure that in the end, I really won't regret it.

Sitting quietly on the couch, it was the next morning when he woke up from sedation, Hua Qiangu didn't come back all night, he knew she wouldn't come, even though she actually said that every night he wanted to sleep with her, he would let someone else go .

If Mo Yan heard her disrespectful words, he would be so angry that he would lose his breath. But Bai Zihua knows Hua Qiangu too well, or trusts her too much. This child has always been like this, soft-hearted and aggressive. In fact, he would rather she hate him and take revenge on him, maybe he would feel better, but even now, she never even had a word of complaint.

Pushing the door open, the outside is as cold as the inside. It is already the hottest time, but the cold wind is still biting. Since the battle sixteen years ago, the Kunlun Mountains collapsed, the water in Yaochi dried up, and the sun and the moon tilted to the southeast. There have been frequent visions and wars in the world. But the seal of the demon god was completely broken, and after returning to its place, the wilderness sank, the nine heavens were cracked, and the world was devastated by natural disasters, with corpses strewn all over the place.

He has no way out.

Hua Qiangu was standing quietly on the eaves of a large hall at the height of Yungong, and from a long distance, he could see Bai Zihua looking at the sea and sky, standing with his hands behind his back. Just thinned out, as it has been for many years. However, Changliu and the sentient beings of the six realms are still stubbornly carried on his shoulders, and he refuses to take them off. He is no longer a fairy body, won't he be tired

He used to say that what matters is people's choice, not ability.

But it is too difficult to make a choice. He has his responsibilities and principles, and she has a sad fate that she can never get rid of and implicates others. It is doomed that they all have choices and cannot choose.

At the same time, abilities can also breed evil hearts. A person who once loved and longed so deeply stood in front of her, awakening her sleeping desire little by little. She can no longer love him without complaint or regret like in the past, but she can get him easily. This is undoubtedly a great temptation for Hua Qiangu who is lonely and has no one to love.

The skirt fluttering in the wind seemed to be beckoning to her, seducing her all the time, she was struggling and confused, wanting to, but afraid that her bloody hands would dirty him.

A strong murderous aura suddenly appeared from behind, Hua Qiangu turned around slowly, raised his hand wearily, but unexpectedly, the sword was so sharp that his right forearm was cut off and flew out entirely. The person in front of him had just transformed from the sparrow form back into a human body, and there were still some feathers on his face that hadn't faded. I came here with the intention of dying, but I didn't expect it to be so easy, and I was dumbfounded.

Hua Qiangu frowned, his arm returned to its original position in the blink of an eye, the speed was too fast to even shed a drop of blood, everything that happened just now seemed to be an illusion. Perhaps it was because she subconsciously hated the power of the demon god on her body. She seldom used it, and she didn't even have any real energy to protect her body. If it wasn't for the unsightly decapitation of her head, she wouldn't even bother to lift her hand.

"Which faction are you from?"

There are countless capable loose immortals in the fairy world, and it is obviously impossible to defend against Zhuran and others and the guards of demons. There have been waves of assassinations around her, but no one worries about it because no one can kill her. But she was still slightly annoyed that someone jumped out to disturb her at this time. What's more, although this person's skills and martial arts are very good, but he is obviously not a cultivator, and he doesn't understand fairy arts, so how could he transform and how could he enter the cloud palace.

The middle-aged man with a righteous face in front of him turned green and then pale. He had his back to him just now, but now he saw her face clearly, and the vague fragrance of flowers lingered around her. The hand holding the sword couldn't help but tremble slightly. She had noticed her clearly early in the morning, but why didn't she dodge or dodge, was she really so harmless? Even his Heaven-Defying Divine Sword couldn't hurt her at all? But even if she can recover quickly, won't it hurt? Or is the demon god self-abuse

"My name is Wang Xiyue. I have nothing to do with any sect. I am here to kill you. You evildoer, who proclaimed himself a god, rebelled against the heavens and the way, and caused trouble to the six realms. If you risk my life today, you will definitely take your head!" class."

At this moment, the surroundings were surrounded by monsters, and Zhuran was also there, but he waved his hands to prevent everyone from approaching.

In the past, Wang drew his sword and stabbed again, and the trick seemed familiar. Hua Qiangu's frown deepened, and he flew backwards. Wang used to be able to fly when he turned into a bird, but now he has no wings, but his lightness kungfu is so good that he can fly straight out with one blow. Hua Qiangu looked at the huge dragon-shaped light and shadow rushing down towards her face, feeling like being torn apart for an instant, but it was only an instant. The figure disappeared in an instant, and appeared behind Wang Xiri, otherwise the power would be so great, but it would still be bloody.

In terms of martial arts alone, he is indeed a rare opponent not only in the human world, but also in the fairy world, but after all, he is just a mortal, and killing him is as easy as crushing an ant.

But before Hua Qiangu made a move, the eyes looking at him became deeper and deeper.

"You can't beat me, martial arts leader."

Wang Xiri was startled, and raised his head in surprise. Seeing the sad smile in Hua Qiangu's eyes, he suddenly felt a little familiar.

Have you ever seen her? Impossible, she is a monster, not to mention such a majestic woman, how could anyone who has seen her forget it.

Turning around, drawing the sword and stabbing again, almost exhausted all the knowledge he had learned in his life. Although he is a man in the Jianghu, he is a majestic martial arts leader after all, he can't bear to see the people living in dire straits, and tries his best to come to assassinate, even if he dies, he just wants to do his own meager power.

Hua Qiangu seemed a little tired, and was about to raise her hand impatiently, when suddenly a voice came from around her.

"Xiaogu!" It seemed to be an order and dissuasion.

Hua Qiangu froze for a moment, Wang Xijiu had already taken advantage of her hesitation and flashed a moment to slash her lower abdomen with a sword, and the wound quickly recovered after a few drops of blood flowed out.

Hua Qiangu sneered inwardly, it turned out that what he said back then that the two of them might have a chance meeting was actually referring to this. Flower vines suddenly spread out from the palm and tightly entangled Wang Xiri.

"It still hasn't changed at all, silly and impulsive, it's your luck to live till now."

Wang Xiri looked at her in surprise, then turned to look at the person who just spoke. Immediately, he was stunned with his mouth half-opened, Hua Qiangu's appearance changed and his temperament changed, naturally he couldn't recognize her at all. But that man, although his face was blurred in his memory, his demeanor and voice were extremely recognizable.

"You, you..." He looked at Hua Qiangu and then at Bai Zihua, and suddenly his breathing became a little urgent, as if there was a heavy weight on his chest.

The grace of saving lives will never be forgotten—

The hand that Wang used to hold the sword slowly lowered down, allowing himself to be firmly bound.

"God, how to deal with it?"

Zhu Ran looked at the man curiously. As a mortal, he dared to break into the Yun Palace alone.

Hua Qiangu watched Wang Xiri silently, and Bai Zihua gently held her arm: "He's just a mortal, let him go."

Hua Qiangu suddenly laughed, and everyone around him gasped.

"Of course." She put her arms around Bai Zihua's waist ambiguously, and her voice couldn't stop being charming, "Stay with me tonight."

Even Zhuran couldn't help getting goosebumps all over her body, and smiled bitterly, her temper was really getting more and more moody.

Wang Jiri raised his head and looked at them in disbelief. If he remembered correctly, aren't they master and apprentice? Although I knew that they were not mortals, why did they become like this? That innocent little girl twenty years ago turned out to be a demon god who wreaked havoc on the Six Realms? !

Bai Zihua was slightly embarrassed, but he didn't evade or speak. He had some doubts about his original intention, whether he really wanted to kill her or to atone for her sin.

"Why?"

Hua Qiangu looked at Wang Xiri with raised eyebrows, wondering if he was asking why she became a demon god, or why she let him go.

"No reason."

"You kill me." When Wang Xiri thought that she was the girl back then, his tone couldn't be tougher. It's been twenty years, he's old, the child from back then has grown up, things are different, he doesn't know what happened to the two of them, there is such a strong sadness in their eyes, it's clear that the master-student relationship is compassionate and filial , but now they are nondescript, even an outsider can see the obvious estrangement.

Perhaps the world has really changed, he is old and doesn't understand. When he was escorted away, he finally couldn't help but turn his head back. The encounter between people is sometimes so absurd and wonderful. His life span is limited, and his fate is shallow, and he is afraid that he will never see him again in the future.

One of the most happiest powers is forgetting.

She thought she had forgotten everything in the past, but the appearance of the past Wang made everything vivid again. It turned out that for so many years, his every word and deed, every bit of getting along with him, I have firmly engraved in my heart. The days of walking and experiencing with Bai Zihua in the world were the happiest time in her life.

People can let go of pain, but how can they let go and abandon the happiness they once had? Although behind that happiness, there are cliffs with dense bones below.

The night was dark and blurry. Flowers danced lightly with thousands of bones and purple sleeves, and a glass mandala lantern appeared on the table in an instant.

Bai Zihua stood by the door, his face pale as paper.

Hua Qiangu was sitting on the couch, the lights were flickering, her eyes were as seductive as ghosts, her lips seemed to be stained with blood, the red was a bit glaring. Looking up at Bai Zihua, she slowly stretched out her left hand to him.

(Quanben Novel Network)