The stupa that had imprisoned him for hundreds of years began to vibrate slowly. The golden chain that penetrated his lute bone and the iron chain that locked his limbs fell off one by one. The world should have been extremely noisy.

Noisy, but there was only silence in his ears. He stared at the extinguished light, and in his ear he seemed to hear Xiao Qian softly say, "You have been here with me, you are my home."

stupid girl...

Obviously, you are always here with me.

The body of the demon healed the wound extremely fast. Without the bondage and the seal of the stupa, all the divine power was restored. He walked slowly to the Everbright Lamp and gently put it in his arms.

Sheng Hao's eyes flickered, and the stupa relic instantly fell apart.

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Chapter Six

Heavenly Demon Jinghao broke out of the tower, and the heavenly palace was full of panic. When the gods were not ready to attack, the black figure jumped off the Zhuxiantai by himself. Happiness came so suddenly that all the gods were at a loss. After so many years, Sheng Hao finally came out of the tower, but he wanted to die so badly?

Under the Zhuxiantai, everything is dead and silent, even the immortal and immortal demons cannot retreat. When the gods rushed to the Zhuxiantai, they saw that Sheng Hao was covered in blood and climbed up again, and the Great Buddha of the West Heaven was also sitting in the air, looking at him with compassion.

The blood on Shang Hao's body dripped on the ground, as if it could pool into a pool of blood. He put a gray lamp on the ground and said weakly, "Aren't you a Buddha? I took back her soul and saved her."

The Great Buddha's eyes were filled with compassion, but he said, "If I don't save me, what will happen to you?"

how? How could he kill the Great Buddha, but Shang Hao knew very clearly that it was useless to kill anyone now. It's all his fault.

Seeing the deathly silence in the eyes of the great devil who had brought disaster to the heavens in the past, the great Buddha finally sighed: "Amitabha Buddha. Sheng Hao, you were born with a devil's womb, you were born to be stubborn, your spleen was fierce and extremely selfish. How can the pain really penetrate the bone marrow and reflect on the past. At the beginning, you killed tens of thousands of souls on a whim, but they were so innocent, the way of heaven was ordinary, and the cause and effect were reincarnated. Now, do you regret it? "

Shang Hao's face was pressed against the cold ground of Zhuxiantai. He touched the ever-bright lamp and nodded with difficulty, repenting, remorseful and remorseful.

The Buddha smiled slightly: "Buddhism is merciful, there is nothing wrong with reciting the lantern spirit, and the life is pure, so I will use this lantern to reincarnate a ròu body for her. Sheng Hao, you put this living soul into it, as to whether you can wake up or not. , it's all up to you."

After saying that, the big Buddha waved his hand lightly, and the ever-bright lamp turned into a baby, which was the first appearance of Sheng Hao and Xiao Qian. It's just that at that time, Xiao Qian would roll on the floor with joy, climb up on him and call him "mother, kiss" softly.

Sheng Hao endured the severe tearing pain in his chest, and slowly passed the little shallow soul in the palm of his hand into the baby. But after waiting for a long time, the child still did not move at all.

"Why is this?"

"Amitabha, I think it must be this ever-bright lamp that has resentment and is unwilling to wake up."

Unwilling to wake up. Sheng Hao looked at Xiao Qian for a long time, and thought with a wry smile, you are so stupid and yet still resent me, the moment you want to jump off Zhuxiantai must be extremely sad. He asked in a low voice, "How can she not complain?"

"There is a person in the lower realm named Bai Gui, and she may be able to help you."

Sheng Hao picked up Xiao Qian and walked towards the gate of heaven one step at a time, leaving only the gods as a sign.

The next lonely back and hoarse promise: "I accept your grace. From now on, Sheng Hao will no longer kill anyone."

He was immortal, and the gods were relieved to hear him make this oath. The Heavenly Demon, Hao, is finally no longer a threat to the Three Realms.

Although Xiaoqian has not woken up, her body is growing day by day. It was only then that Sheng Hao discovered that he kept every appearance of her growth in his heart. don't know how long she has been searching in the lower realm, but Xiao Qian has grown as big as when she jumped off Zhuxiantai. Sheng Hao gradually began to feel flustered, what if he could never find a person like Bai Gui, and if Xiao Qian could never wake up...

On the chūn day, the peach blossoms were splendid, and Shang Hao walked through the colorful avenue with Xiao Qian on his back. At a corner, he suddenly saw a woman in white standing leaning against the tree. When she saw Shang Hao, she nodded lightly: "My name is Bai Gui, It's here to take away the ghost in the girl's heart behind you."

Sheng Hao was stunned for a while before smiling: "I finally found you."

Bai Gui took out a writing brush from his sleeve, and said softly, "I'm helping you, but I'm also helping myself. But, have you figured out one thing?"

"What's the matter?"

"If she doesn't complain about you, she no longer loves you. Forgetting her past, this is a new life for her. And this life will no longer have you."

Sheng Hao smiled: "I have eternal life to break into her life, if she forgets it once, I will let her remember it once, and if she forgets it twice, I will let her remember it twice, until she can't forget it again. ."

Chapter VII

Xiaoqian woke up, but as the white ghost said, the past was forgotten. She would ask him with wide eyes: "Jian Hao, are you my father? Why are you so kind to me?"

Without changing his face, he wiped her mouth that was dirty with candied gourd paste, and said, "I am your husband."

"But why can't I remember you?"

"Do you recognize me now?"

"I know."

"That's good." Sheng Hao buried his head and kissed her lips, the sweetness of the candied gourd also stained his taste buds, "It doesn't matter what happened in the past, you just need to remember, I like you, you like me Just fine."

Xiao Qian blinked and said strangely, "But I always think you don't like me."

"I like you." He repeated in her ear, over and over again, as if to make up for the unspoken explanation that day, and as if he wanted Xiaoqian to engrave this sentence in his heart and never forget it. not fall.

Xiaoqian was very curious about this flashy world, so Sheng Hao took her to play around, stop and go. In the past in the stupa, Xiao Qian always talked more than Sheng Hao, but now it is he who leads her and walks. Guo Xiaoqian has never seen chūn Xia Qiu Dong, telling that she has never heard

Strange things happened. But no matter in the lonely stupa or in this turbulent world, Sheng Hao has successfully made himself the only one of Xiao Qian.

the only one.

It was raining heavily in the summer, and Xiaoqian was restless on the second floor of the inn. She swayed back and forth in front of the window, but after waiting for a long time, she still did not see the figure of Sheng Hao.

She was so anxious that her eyes were red, and finally she couldn't help but took an umbrella and ran into the rain. She shouted the name of Sheng Hao all the way on the bluestone street. The heavy rain wet her shoes, and the wind messed up her. Hair, Xiaoqian lifted her skirt but couldn't take care of her hair, and after taking care of her hair, she couldn't lift her skirt. She was anxious, so Xing threw the oil-paper umbrella, looked for a while and cried for a while. Walking through most of the town, was soaked all over.

She slipped as she climbed the steps and broke her knee. She looked left and right, but couldn't see Jin Hao's figure, and Xiao Qian cried like a child in the heavy rain.

A sigh sounded behind her, and a strong hand pulled him into a familiar warm embrace.

Xiaoqian reacted and saw Sheng Hao's face, and immediately buried his head in his arms, rubbing the snot and tears from his chest. Shang Hao patted Xiaoqian's head, with an inexplicable trembling in his voice: "If so, don't forget it, don't forget me again."

Thinking about it, the forgotten people, no matter how to cover up, are always afraid.

After the heavy rain, Xiao Qian became ill, and his face was flushed with burning. He looked at Sheng Hao and said nonsense, calling him "mother" for a while, and "kiss" for a while. Sheng Hao was still thinking about whether to take Xiao Qian to the heaven, and ordered the god of medicine to take a good look at her. Unexpectedly, after three days, Xiao Qian suddenly recovered.

Sheng Hao touched her head and said, "Next time I'm gone, will you still look for it like that?"

Xiaoqian stared at him for a while, but didn't say a word, Shang Hao frowned slightly, and before speaking, Xiaoqian nodded honestly, "I have to look for it." She spoke very seriously, her eyes were not as empty as usual. dòng, with something more profound, looking at it made Shang Hao almost lost his mind.

At this moment, Shang Hao almost thought that Xiao Qian had remembered something. But she continued to laugh again, as clear as usual, without any haze: "Jianhao, where shall we go next?"

"Where do you want to go?"

"Desert, a few days ago, I heard people talk about the long river and the sunset, and the desert is solitary. I want to go and see it."

Sheng Hao smiled: "If you kiss me, I will take you there."

Xiaoqian blinked, and then lifted the quilt: "Sheng Hao, people say that there is more intimacy between husband and wife. I'll lie down." The devil narrowed his eyes slightly.

With a sigh, he pulled the quilt to cover Xiao Qian, and said, "You've only recovered from your illness, let's take it slow. I'll pack up first."

The door to the room was gently closed. A small smile appeared in Xiao Qian's eyes.

She did remember something, but, as Sheng Hao said, the past is not important. Now she just needs to know that he likes her and she likes him.

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Here’s a notice~ Ah Jiu is going to go out for a few days, no longer at home, and can’t access the Internet, so she may not be able to write any more~ Dear people, please forgive me~~~╭(╯3╰)╮╭( ╯3╰)╮

PS: When writing a hundred short stories or something, do you want Jiu Ye|jīng| to die? Too disrespectful!

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Chapter One

Qianqian held the pipa and stood on the high platform paved with the red carpet, seeing all the frivolity on the faces of the rich and noble under the stage. She bowed and sat down, her fingertips were lightly raised, the pipa played, and the guests below were suddenly amazed. Qianqian knew that after the song ended, she would be like an object, and someone under the stage would buy Chu Ye at the highest price.

Like a plaything, at the mercy of others.

The bustard sister jiāo took it for her, and her song can only be extremely charming and lingering, but Qianqian played this pipa so sadly and mournfully that the bustard’s face turned blue, and before Qianqian finished playing, she grabbed it He went up to the stage and said, "Everyone, this is the purest girl in our Qingliu Pavilion. Her name is Qianqian. She has just passed the twenty-eighth year. She looks beautiful and can play a good piece of music. On weekdays, I hide the tuck. It's her first time on stage today..."

"Who likes to listen to your nonsense." A middle-aged man said, "Let the little lady sing one."

The bustard smiled awkwardly and said, "This lord... Actually, this girl has a bad voice."

It was a dumbass.

Everyone was in an uproar, and they all showed a lack of interest for a while. While the bustard was smiling bitterly, he suddenly heard a mellow male voice: "How much?" Everyone was silent and turned to look at the man who spoke.

Qianqian also looked over from behind the bustard, the man was wearing a black robe embroidered with gold silk auspicious cloud patterns, and at a glance, he knew that he was either rich or expensive. The man took a sip of sweet wine, his eyes swept over Qianqian lightly, and landed on the bustard. The bustard's heart trembled, and he hurriedly said, "Three taels of silver."

"Well, I want it."

She was bought so lightly by a man.

In the flower room, Qianqian was wearing bào dewy clothes and sat beside the couch. She had never been so calm nor so flustered. The hand that was holding the scissors hidden in the hem of her clothes was trembling slightly. Up to now, she has to fight for herself, even if she wins the battle.

The door of the flower room was gently pushed open, and Qianqian looked at the man in Xuanyi who was walking slowly through the tulle, her hand holding the scissors tightened again and again. The pink gauze curtain in front of her was pulled open, and the man stood quietly in front of her, staring at her.