Chapter 91 Hugging

When talking about immortals on Xuanyue Peak, the two most popular sentences in the fairy world are "don't ask about Qiqing" and "don't hear about world affairs", but now Nan Henyu's Qiqing is under this magical fog and sea of flowers, and she will neverIt was as if she could hear that person's voice—she heard Zhong Qiuyin's breathing disordered for a moment by the violent wind.

Uneasiness, resentment, grievance, jealousy, like all malicious agglomerations, the silence is deafening.

"What did you do!" Nan Henyu rarely got out of tune, not so nice.

Before Shen Zhuolan could quibble, the Buchen Sword was suppressed by the Sad Wind Sword, Nan Henyu "cut" her aura into a cold sword, pierced through all the mist, and went to the bottom of the Ten Thousand Devils' Cave without hesitation, regardless of the sad wind sword's spiritual energy.call out.

"I said, why are you still so stubborn after all these years, you are also sick!!"

Shen Zhuolan sat quietly on the edge of the cliff, without any intention of stopping, rather she was waiting for this moment, and asked the Sad Wind Sword Spirit with a smile: "Are you familiar with Fairy Xiaonan?"

Sad Feng Jianling first heard the old master's words, neither the tears of the long-lost reunion, nor the embarrassment of being "caught", but the whole sword froze: "After all, Qiuyin is her apprentice, and the two of them are tired every day."Together, I don’t think it’s okay if we’re not familiar with each other.”

Shen Zhuolan gave a meaningful "oh", and the sad wind sword spirit was terrified. In case the old master asked the bottom line, the sad wind sword spirit took the initiative to say: "What did you do to her?"

"Although the question is very peaceful, the target hidden in your words can't fool me," Shen Zhuolan said, "It's really extraordinary for Fairy Xiaoqiu to get your approval."

"Are you boasting yourself in disguise?" Sad Wind Sword Spirit was a little dissatisfied, "Not everyone is worthy of my admiration, of course it doesn't mean that I am a coward by nature, it's just that she is my master... even you, Zhuo Lan, can't do it.”

Shen Zhuolan doesn't care about Sad Wind Sword Spirit's "transferring love". It's better to say that Sad Wind Sword never really recognized her as the master, but she dug it out to ask for something. It has been sleeping for thousands of years and is feeling bored.They walked together for a while: "Don't worry, I won't hurt her, and compared to me, she is the one who can really become the master of Sad Wind Sword."

Sad Wind Sword Spirit hesitated: "You are also preventing Nan Henyu from crossing the border."

"I probably know what she is thinking. Wanmo has the power to break the sky, but not everyone recognizes Wanmo, even my brother. Except for me, I am afraid it is Fairy Xiaoqiu. She is the only one who can lure Wanmo out of the nest.To break the balance, Fairy Xiaonan wanted to attract all demons to her body after that, practice the cross-border Heavenly Tribulation, use the cover of the Ten Thousand Demons Cave to hide from the eyes of the sky and transform into a god, so as to break the sky, but she didn't expect one thing, whoThe Ten Thousand Devils Cave that is not allowed to enter is not outside the eyes of the sky." Shen Zhuolan raised her head and glanced at the pale pink flower sea, "Fairy Xiaoqiu and I have gone through this wrong path, we can't just watch the third person be buried with usBar?"

"Of course not, Qiu Yin has become possessed, this is the worst strategy in her mind." Sad Wind Sword Spirit said complicatedly, "...Nan Hate Jade is no less than the road you have traveled."

Shen Zhuolan was stunned for a moment, and for a moment she thought of Nan Henyu's eyes looking at Qiu Yin. The love she thought was reserved, but in fact, was inextricably linked, just like the fine rain outside the Misty Rain Building, which can pass through the huge world of people and connect people who run counter to each other.The sky and the earth even gave birth to thick and thin flowers.

She knew that look... she had looked at someone like that before, a mortal.

That's right, if it's not a last resort, and the road is not at the end of the road, who would want the loved one to fall into irreparable pain?

She once went through all the sufferings in the world for the sake of "being with the one she loves forever", and at the moment when her body temperature gradually cooled, she suddenly realized that before that initial simple and beautiful wish, there had already been a lot of money.It was so bloody and absurd that I couldn't see where it came from.

Shen Zhuolan thought aimlessly, in the Red Wall Palace, did the flower tree in the side hall of the Compassionate Ning Palace bloom?

"Love will make people do a lot of crazy things." Shen Zhuolan said something that she would never say to the Sad Wind Sword Spirit before, "Subvert common sense, subvert fate, subvert self...even subvert death."

Sad Wind Sword Spirit suddenly said coldly: "Just like what you did to that kid surnamed Liu?"

"It's just like Qiuyin and Nanhenyu treat each other." Shen Zhuolan cunningly changed the saying that the sad wind sword spirit can't be blamed, and suddenly smiled, "I won't hurt Fairy Xiaoqiu, I just fulfilled my promise, do you remember thatDay and night? I said 'Either you die like a mayfly, or...'"

"—or break open this false sky."

"If there are gods and Buddhas here, please give her the blessings that cannot be given to me."

The fuzzy phantom solidified in an instant, outlining the most familiar appearance of the Sad Wind Sword Spirit, graceful and soft, like a thin orchid born in the thick soil, which will melt into the wind at any time, but blooms vigorously.

The Sad Wind Sword Spirit still remembers that day when the wasteland was pushed aside, the girl from the Demon Race anxiously and hopefully held it by the hilt, and led it through the mountains and rivers. It saw her holding the old man's letter.The suicide note, leaving the dependent elder brother, bidding farewell to the rare friend, embarking on a dead end without hesitation, even if it finally dies in ashes, it is the best color it sees at the first sight after thousands of years of loneliness in the chaos.

"A little help, compared to the suffering she has suffered." Shen Zhuolan turned into a phantom again, as if she finally couldn't hold on, and slowly collapsed, "Thank you, Sad Feng, for always."

"At the end of the day," Sad Wind Sword Spirit said softly before Shen Zhuolan disappeared, "I will ask her to bring me a flower."

The shadow left without saying anything.

It is a strange thing to be in the scene. Qiu Yin has experienced it not only once, but even if it is closely related to her, she always has a feeling that reading other people's stories has nothing to do with her.It’s not that she is indifferent and unkind to suffering, it’s just that empathy probably requires a kind of hidden “security” before experiencing it, and the sharp blade that envelops her often doesn’t give her a chance. If there is such an illusion, it’s better than lamenting fateThe coincidence and unspeakable, she wanted to take a short breath in the tense exhaustion.

Resonance is a luxury to her.

This kind of near-romantic word is really a waste to use it on bloody bastards who are heartless and just want to go against the sky.

Just like the two sentences that Qiuyin often hangs on his lips, what does it have to do with you, and what does it have to do with me?

But Qiuyin now knows that it's not simply the same name, the "other" she always thought was replaced by her turned out to be herself.

She has done all the bad things herself, and she is the "big fool" that she often scolds.

When the memory of feeling comes from herself, and from herself who has died once, it is higher than cause and effect, and what she receives first is overflowing emotions, mixed and strong, no worse than the wailing of ten thousand demons, her memory and reason stand firstWhen she got up, Qiu Yin felt that her flesh and blood were being torn apart, like a fierce beast tearing open her human skin, with a gurgling roar from her throat, depressing and full of hatred, shaking the burrs all over her body, and stepping on blood markscame out.

She couldn't feel anything, only hatred and unwillingness, instead of her flesh and blood.

Completely replaced by desire, Qiuyin was rarely relieved, and even felt joyful, like two halves that had been split and stitched together. At least at this moment, her body and will were merged into one.

So, at this moment, what does she want to do?

"……kill,"

no.

what is that?

"...Master." Lip and teeth answered for her first.

Qiuyin's bloody mind froze for a moment, and it was unbelievably clear for a moment. At this moment, she returned to the nest in her previous life, and she didn't want to fight back violently. She pointed her sword at the sky, but she was thinking of a woman?

What kind of unweaned brat is she who is going to cry without the teacher?

It's as if a string is suddenly tensed, no... She sacrificed her soul to all demons, her soul is empty, how could there be... how could there be such a cowardly dependence?

It's like she has been brave and tired all this time, and she just wants to throw herself into someone's arms and cry after she regains her loss.

Qiuyin gritted her teeth and scolded herself: "Do you fucking know what I'm thinking? Are you sick too!"

She began to hate these emotions again, because for the former true self, there was still a secret and fiery love that was kept secret, but it could be equal to the endless blood and tears she carried.

That is the "heart" she left behind no matter how many times she has been possessed by demons or how many times she has died.

"Hand out."

Someone said coldly.

Qiu Yin stretched out her hand before being alert again, and then a warmth passed through her arms, covering her whole body, and pressed her tightly - a hug.

It doesn't seem to have any special meaning, just like every hug in memory, it's sparse and ordinary, and it's as gentle as seeing the snow on Xuanyue Peak.

It wasn't until Nan Henyu's thin lips kissed the corners of her eyes comfortingly that Qiu Yin realized that the flying light was her tears.

... tears?

Qiuyin hesitated again, did her body and will really return to their place?Then why her will still doesn't understand what the body is doing, will Wanmo cry?

will she cry

There is something restless in the body, not Fen Lan, not Fen Lan turned into her blood corpse, but something else, which is more suitable for this body, it should be in this body, it is the "core" she cut out and discarded.

——Her soul.

The fascination returned to its place inexplicably, and before she figured out where it came from and when it would come back, it and the burning Fenlan——

It's better to say that the stored memories of her are fused together indiscriminately to arouse the real emotions. It's not someone else with the same name, it's not Wanmo, it's Qiu Yin.

All will make that sound——

Qiu Yin was raving: "Master..."

Nan Henyu, who was in a mess, hugged her even tighter, and was afraid of hurting her, so he could only squeeze his hands to vent, and gently kissed Qiu Yin's tear-stained cheek: "It's me."

This sound was like a hand stretched out against the wind and rain, catching the lone leaf that had been swaying for two lifetimes. All the deep feelings of blood and deep hatred returned to ignorance in an instant. Qiuyin slowly wrapped Nan Henyu's neck and buried herOn the neck, it looked like a child who had gone home from a long distance, with a hoarse voice that couldn't hide his grievances, and sobbed hesitantly: "...Master."

Nan Henyu trembled, but the hand holding Qiuyin's head was surprisingly stable, as if she had exhausted her whole life's strength, she gently approached Qiuyin's breath, exchanging hot breaths, proving each other's existence: "I am here."

"Master?"

"I am here."

"Master."

"I am here."

Nan Henyu took the trouble to answer over and over again, as if to appease Qiuyin's uneasiness, but also as if she was constantly confirming that she was lost and found again. Hugging makes people want to return home more than kissing, calling is more crying than hugging, and she buried her neckThe people in the room finally couldn't take it anymore, choked up and cried.

It's not a suppressed cry, but like a child who hasn't grown up, crying out the grievances of the two lives.

Just like Nan Henyu's first trip to the world, in the flames of war, she looked at the little girl who fell into the ruins and couldn't cry, what did she do at that time?

Among the flying roof tiles and flints, the spotless white-clothed fairy walked through the blood and howling of the vast world against the helpless dead corpses strewn about like cattle and sheep. After a moment of silence, he leaned over and carefully picked up the dirty little girl.He patted her on the back lightly, again and again.

Nan Henyu said, "I'm here, don't be afraid."

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