As long as she is always by her side, that's enough.

Bitzen planned to leave Jiuxuan Mountain tomorrow, rested a little in the inn that night, and set off at dawn.

On a quiet night, there was the rustling of snow outside the window.

Beaten was hugged by Lou Jing and had a long-lost dream.

She dreamed of something from a previous life.

A small memory that should have been forgotten by her in a corner.

After Youzhou fell, she became a ghost king and opened up a ghost realm in Youzhou City.

Naturally, the immortal clan would not let her grow the ghost clan, so they invited an immortal monarch.

That fairy...

Beaten gradually recalled some details.

It seemed to be such a snowy day that day. The Immortal Monarch was dressed in white. When he stepped on the snow, his body seemed to be covered with light.

The 100,000 Immortal Soldiers obeyed his orders, but when the moment came, he retreated without fighting and led his troops to leave.

Why?

Beaten could never guess why.

He is an immortal, standing on the opposite side of the ghost clan, why would he give up the extermination of the ghost clan and withdraw troops in a hurry?

In the last life, Biten didn't understand, but today, after learning some secrets about the immortals from Duan Changqin, Biten had a vague guess about this mystery in his heart.

In the last scene in the dream, Beaten seemed to see the fairy turned back and gave her a deep look.

A distant glance, speechless.

Under the snowy sky, the world seems to be frozen at this moment.

...

In the darkness, Beaten snapped her eyes open.

She stretched out her hand and pressed her forehead, and after a while, she could distinguish between dream and reality.

"Ajing...Ajing..." Beaten stood up in Lou Jing's arms and shook him awake.

Lou Jing woke up in a daze, hugged Beaten in his arms, and patted her on the shoulder lightly: "what's the matter? Have a nightmare?"

Beaten sighed, "Had an incredible dream."

Hearing this, Lou Jing rubbed his eyes and became interested: "Why don't you tell me?"

But Biten didn't say anything, but asked, "Ajing, do you think the immortals will fall in love with mortals?"

What is the problem? Lou Jing laughed: "I'm not from the Immortal Clan, how do I know... Maybe so, after all, it's written like that in the play."

After he said this, Beaten in his arms was silent for a while, and reached out to touch the end of his eyes.

Lou Jing: "What's wrong?"

Beaten said in a gloomy tone, "I'm afraid you'll leave me if you cure your eyes and don't need me anymore."

Lou Jing only thought that she was caught in a nightmare, coaxed her in a low voice, and said seriously: "Then I will die, and Palace Master Lao will take care of me for the rest of my life."

Beaten smiled bitterly: "But I want you to see me, Thunderbolt, and the scenery of this world."

How could she be willing to let him see only darkness in his life?

Bit Cen thought that he was planted on him for the rest of his life, he lowered his head and kissed his lips, looked at the sky outside the window, and finally changed his mind: "Let's go to Jiuxuan Mountain, Duan Changqin has a way to cure your eyes, I will accompany you go together."

No matter what the road ahead is, as long as Lou Jing is still Lou Jing, she can lead him all the way.

Chapter 37

"So, what did Master Duan tell you, Palace Master?"

The next day, on the snow-capped mountain road, Lou Jing was led by Beaten and turned his head to ask questions.

There was anxiety in his tone.

Biten sighed, but after all, he didn't hide it from him: "He said that the eye of the sky is from the fairy world, it is a sacred object of the fairy clan, it once belonged to the fairy world... a certain fairy."

Lou Jing: "Why did the eyes appear in the mortal world that day?"

Bit Cen squeezed his hand: "Master Duan doesn't know very well, only that the Immortal Monarch violated the Immortal Clan's rules a few years ago and was banished to the lower realm, and the Heavenly Eye also disappeared."

"I didn't expect that the eye of the sky would fall into the mortal world and be guarded by the Western Spirit Clan for so long."

The eyes of the sky have fallen to the mortal world, so... what about the immortal monarch? Where has he gone?

Lou Jing felt inexplicably tight in his heart when he heard this. He stopped, feeling as if he was being grasped by a pair of invisible hands and dragged into a bottomless vortex.

His voice trembled slightly: "Since that's the case, why is it me who is destined for Heaven's Eye?"

Beaten's tone was even more confused than he was: "I don't know either."

The ghost king also began to doubt life.

Lou Jing seemed to understand something in an instant.

Lou Jing's face was pale, and he forced a smile: "Palace Master, let's go back, I suddenly don't want to go."

Beaten's hand was held back by him, and she didn't speak, just looked at him silently.

They're all smart people, and they don't know what's going on right now.

Whoever Tianyan originally belonged to, then the fateful person of Tianyan is also very likely to be related to that person.

Or, the so-called destined person is the Xianjun himself.

That is to say, Lou Jing is very likely to be that fairy.

It was precisely because he was aware of this matter that Lou Jing refused to accept it and refused to move forward.

He had already seen where the road would end.

Immortals and ghosts have different paths, even if there is a slight possibility of taking this path in the future, he will not choose this path.

He never wanted to be on the opposite side of Beaten.

"How could this heavenly eye be related to me? There must be something wrong. Let's not waste time, let's go back." Lou Jing pulled Beaten and walked back.

Now, he finally understood why Beaten's first reaction after returning yesterday was to coax him to leave.

She couldn't accept this either, so she made the same choice as him, took him away, and escaped from it all.

Beaten was pulled by him and walked a few steps, stopped, and called to him helplessly: "A Jing."

Lou Jing couldn't pull her, so he could only stop. He turned his back to Beaten and lowered his head, his originally pale lips were bitten a little bit more blood.