Ye Siluo stood there fixedly, his pupils were still scarlet, but his madness and bloodthirsty were like being drowned out by a basin of cold water.

He looked at the pale boy, his lips moved, but he couldn't make any sound.

Things have finally come to this point.

hate me.

this is necessary……

But I don't regret my choice. Next time, I will kill Qiao Chao and his wife. This is the meaning of my survival to this day.

After a while.

The boy slowly walked up to him.

The young man looked very embarrassed. His clothes were already messy, covered with dust, and there were scratches on his cheeks. In his dark eyes, there was a dead and desolate color. His hands were dripping with blood. The young boy, who seemed to feel no pain at the moment, looked at him with the corners of his mouth raised, and made a soft voice: "Is it my turn to cut the weeds and get rid of the roots."

Ye Siluo didn't understand what he meant, the boy's mood at the moment was the same as his seventeen-year-old self...

Despair, pain, hatred...

Back then, because Qiao Chao failed to kill himself, he ended up like this seventeen years later, so he should eradicate the roots...

However, he has already avenged his revenge, and the price is his own life. If he is going to die, is he going to cut the grass and root it out? What's more, even if he didn't die, even if Qiao Chao didn't plead for mercy, he wouldn't kill Qiao Jiayu...

If he kills the boy again, then he will be dead, and there will be no difference between him and Qiao Chao.

Ye Siluo said lightly, "I won't kill you."

The backlash of the forbidden technique made him unbearable. He knew that he didn't have much time, so he tried his best to maintain his ruthlessness without showing any nostalgia. He turned to leave here, he wanted to die in a place that Qiao Jiayu could not see. ‌.

The young man, however, carried his sword, stepped up quickly, stopped him, and pointed the tip of his sword in his direction.

Ye Shiluo looked at the young man, and if he died in your hands, it would be a good choice.

Qiao Chao and his wife killed my parents. I killed Qiao Chao and his wife. It is better to kill your brother. If you kill me later, it will be considered a beginning and an end.

Ye Shiluo thought about it, but showed a sneering expression: "Why, you want to take revenge now? Don't think too much... um..."

The boy stabbed his sword in his chest.

But deviating from the heart, Ye Shiluo didn't move, and sneered: "It's crooked, so I can't die."

Who knows that the young man just said lightly: "When did I say that I was going to kill you."

In the next second, Ye Siluo felt blood all over his body in the direction of the tip of the sword, and the forbidden art counterattack felt the pulling force, and left him along the body of the sword, the bright red bloodshot slowly. Slowly crawling all over the teenager's wrists, arms, neck, face...

Ye Siluo looked at the young man in disbelief, and wanted to shake off the opponent, but he was already at the end of the shot, so he could only watch the young man turn the forbidden technique back on him and transfer it to him.

Yasilo knew how painful it was...

But the young man faced him with a smile. That smile was like a flower blooming in flames. It was dazzling, beautiful, and despairing. Seemingly nostalgic, tenderness, and resolute hatred toward nowhere...

The last words the boy said to him were: "It was my misfortune to meet you... But I will not love you any more in the future."

After that, he was like a withered flower, decayed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and slowly fell to the ground.

After a long time, Ye Shiluo finally recovered.

He slowly climbed up to the boy's side, gently picked him up, always smiling at him, hugging the boy who was coquettish, but now his icy body has lost the slightest breath.

Soul flies away.

never see each other.

This is the ending you chose for us.

For what?

Why do you know that I have deceived you and betrayed you, but you still want to use your own life to give me a chance to survive.

If you have revenge, if you have revenge, you should kill me.

This is the end of hatred.

Qiao Chao has paid the price for his seventeen years of behavior, and he has to pay the price for his own behavior. In fact, he has no intention of leaving alive...

So he chose to die together.

In the past seventeen years, he has lived as a walking corpse dominated by hatred, a despicable and vicious cultivator, doing whatever it takes to become stronger and for revenge, his hands are covered in blood - bloody and innocent lives, he doesn't care about hurting others , doesn't care about using others, as long as he can achieve his goals, he can do anything he once despised.

When I choose to take revenge in this way, I know that I am not qualified to be redeemed, and when I choose to do the same thing as Qiao Chao, I know that I am no longer qualified to be loved ...

Only my death can bring this hatred to an end.

I want you to forget me, let go of me, and live a good life.

Because in this way, even if I die, I don't have to blame myself and suffer so much. I can tell myself that you are all right... You will meet someone who is loving you in the future...

But this is destined to be my despicable and selfish, self-deceiving extravagance.

How could you forget all this and live a good life? How can I expect you to do what I couldn't do in the first place...

Betrayal of a lover, death of a loved one.

You should kill me.

However, you still saved me...

Save the person you should never save.

Ye Shiluo held the boy's corpse, blood and tears flowed from his empty eyes.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that everything was meaningless.

Being alive has become a ridiculous thing.

Now that he has killed the enemy, the seventeen-year hatred has finally ended, but he feels that his heart is empty, except for the unbearable life, and in the end, he has never had anything...

No, he still had it.

He had a person who loved him, but this person also died for him.

Ye Siluo suddenly came over, looking at the boy sadly, this is your revenge against me, right? Because you know that people like me don't deserve to be loved, so you choose to leave.

Leave the living machine to me.

This is your last tenderness.

Pour all your love and hate towards me.

Yasilo sat there on his knees, hugging the corpse of the young man, as motionless as a stone statue.

When he chose to return to Ningshan Mansion, he held the determination that he would never look back, and didn't think anyone could shake him, because his heart was already cold, and the inside was full of ugliness and filth. , and his obsession with hatred... In his life, there is only endless darkness.

He did not expect that such a self would also be loved by others.

Someone gave him the warmth he had never felt before, someone put his heart in his eyes without hesitation...

But instead of cherishing this heart, I regard it as a stepping stone for revenge.

If you wait for yourself, wait a little longer, have more patience, or choose another way of revenge, isn't it the same?

When he chose to use the boy, he never thought that he would fall in love with the boy after all.

Probably, this is God's punishment for him.

Ye Siluo held the sword in the boy's hand and stabbed it into his chest little by little.

………………

Ye Siluo was walking on Huangquan Road, surrounded by people. He walked among the crowd, looking for the trace of the young man, but no matter how he looked, there was no trace of the young man.

Soon he came to Naihe Bridge.

The dead souls are all queuing up to cross the bridge. As long as they drink the bowl of Mengpo soup, they can be reincarnated and forget all their troubles... But Ye Siluo didn't continue to go, he stood at the head of the Naihe bridge and looked at the dead souls. The direction in which they walk.

In his heart there is a slight hope. He hopes that the young man will not lose his soul, and that he still has the opportunity to reincarnate and reincarnate.

He knew that there was no possibility between them, but he just wanted to look at the boy again, as long as he looked at him again, he would be fine...

Let me look at you and walk across this bridge.

Ye Shiluo stood there and waited for a long, long time...

But he couldn't wait.

He can no longer deceive himself, the young man has lost his soul, and there is no chance of reincarnation...

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Because, he left the opportunity for reincarnation to himself.

Just turn your head, drink that bowl of soup, walk across this bridge, and you can forget about the dust...

No more painful self-blame.

But if this is the case, he will forget about it as a young man, forget that there is such a person in this world, and love him so dearly.

Ye Shiluo was reluctant to forget.

The hatred disappeared with Qiao Chao's death, and what remained in his heart was the only warmth from that cold long night, and he was reluctant to forget the warmth brought to him by the young man.

It was the only good memory left in his heart.

When he was injured and lying on the bed, the young man was gentle and careful, helping him change the medicine and feeding him. When he was tired and sleepy, the young man snuggled up beside him and quietly hugged his waist. When he was unhappy, it was the young man who tried to make him laugh. When he came back late at night, even if the young man was too sleepy, he would light a candle and wait for him...

The young man loves himself with all his heart, and when he is loved by the young man, he seems to be his whole world, and he wants to bring all his happiness to you...

Let you know that there is not only darkness in this world, but also beauty worthy of nostalgia.

During those days of disguise, he enjoyed everything with peace of mind, the love and warmth that the boy gave him...

At that time, hatred supported him, allowing him to be ruthless and trample on his mind at will.

Now there is no fig leaf of hatred, no high-sounding reason... He has to face up to his own behavior, how despicable and cruel.

He can choose other ways of revenge, but he can't wait, he can't wait to come back, he just wants to take revenge as soon as possible, he can do anything to get revenge, hatred makes him look disgusting...

Use Qiao Chao's style to take revenge and do the same thing as Qiao Chao...

Qiao Chao got his retribution.

And falling in love with the boy is his retribution.

Ye Siluomu stood by the bridge head, letting the dead souls around him come and go, revisiting the past over and over in his heart, and picking out the dirty cancer in that memory. Go, leaving only the happy time with the teenager, carefully treasured in the bottom of my heart.

There should not be only hatred in this world.

Time passes relentlessly.

Ye Siluo stood there day after day, looking at the calm river surface of Wangchuan River. There were no waves on the river surface, but there seemed to be countless voices calling him...

Gradually, the voice became louder and louder. What kind of voice was it? It seemed to be Jiayu's voice...

are you in that river?

are you calling me?

Ye Siluo stretched out his hand in a daze, and just touched the river surface, when suddenly the river surface made waves, he was dragged down, and the river surface quickly returned to calm, except for the lack of an inconspicuous dead soul by the bridge, nothing at all. Change.

He didn't know.

On the bridge, Madam Meng looked back lightly.

Every once in a while, there are always some souls who are reluctant to forget the past. They stand by the Naihe Bridge, unwilling to be reincarnated, but after a long time, they are finally dragged in by the resentful ghosts of Wangchuan River and assimilated into this river. The part of the resentful ghosts, forever and ever, will perish here... In the end, they still forget, the memories they don't want to forget.

Yasilo was caught in the river.

Numerous resentful ghosts came to bite him, and he was quickly bitten to pieces. The pain of tearing his soul made his memory confused. His voice was shrill, but his voice could not penetrate the river surface, and the river surface was calm. And under the river is the mournful wailing of countless resentful ghosts, they bite each other, over and over again, repeating death and rebirth.

His memory gradually became blurred. Every time it was torn apart, he would forget something, but he didn't want to forget it. Those were the only good memories he had left. The ghost devoured it, just because didn't want to forget it...

He kept fighting with the ghosts like this...

However, one day, he couldn't remember his name anymore.

He forgot his parents.

He forgot his enemy.

I also forgot my lover.

The only thing he remembered was that he didn't want to forget.

But he didn't remember that he didn't want to forget it.

How can I get my memories back?

He drifted along the Wangchuan River, and the deeper he went, the more and more grudges became stronger and stronger. ...

Is it possible to remember that you have forgotten when you have reached the end?

He just kept walking like this. He didn't know how long he walked. Finally, he saw Daoguang at the end of Wangchuan. He walked a little further. It turned out that the light was emitted by a mirror. , he took a step forward, his body submerged in the mirror.

He walked out from the end of the Forgotten River.

He looked around blankly.

I don't know who I am, I don't know where I am.

He still can't remember if he forgot.

He looked at the mirror in dismay, but the mirror couldn't reveal anything, so he stayed in the empty hall, guarding the mirror that couldn't reveal anyone.

 After a long time, he began to paint.

He couldn't remember why he wanted to paint the man.

But when he put down his pen, he drew a boy by himself. The boy cried, laughed, and made trouble. He looked back at him, and his eyes were full of stars, like this beauty.

Is this the one he forgot?

What kind of person is the young man, why do you want to paint him yourself?

He doesn't know where he came from and why he exists.

He was just drawing and painting again and again, as if this was the only thing that represented his existence...

Did he forget...

‌Thousands of years have passed.

Finally, one day, a young boy broke into the underground palace.

He didn't like being disturbed by anyone, and all the people who came here were brutally killed by him, just when he was about to kill the intruder again.

The boy said to him, I know who you are painting.

………………

Qiao Xuan's eyes widened, watching his appearance, looking at the red-haired, red-eyed man, and seeing them being caught in the mirror.

It turned out that the evil spirit belonged to Ye Shiluo.

He finally figured out what was going on. It turns out that this mirror can actually travel through time and space!

At the beginning - Ye Siluo was sinking in Wangchuan. The light he saw at the end of Wangchuan was emitted by the mirror. The mirror took him to 10,000 years. He stayed here for 10,000 years until he Here again...  

This can explain why he has not left here for 10,000 years, but he is the object of his love for 400 years.

In those 10,000 years, watched flowers quickly, but Qiao Xuan was still in a complicated mood and didn't speak for a long time.

He didn't expect that after his death, Yasilo would still die for love.

unnecessary……

Even though from Yasilo's point of view, apart from the despicable means of revenge, Yasiro did nothing wrong, but he couldn't accept such a conclusion, and he couldn't accept that the person he loved killed his parents. Unable to accept that he continues to love this person... So he would rather die and give up the opportunity to live to Ye Shiluo.

But this grievance.

He wanted Yasiro to blame himself for the pain, but he also wanted Yasiro to live well.

This is a very contradictory, complex emotion.

A love-hate relationship, but that's it.

But if I have to cut it apart... The so-called letting the pair live and accept punishment is nothing more than a utterly hopeless love brain, the last layer of fig leaf left behind for his sad and ridiculous love.

After all, in that world, there is no possibility for them to start. No matter who they stand in, it is a bloody feud that cannot be solved. Tragedy is an inevitable outcome, a tragic loss for both sides. .

Under hatred, no individual wins.

When is the time for retribution.

Fortunately it ended.

But they are all dead, why don't they want to leave? Why not reincarnate?

Reduced to the hatred of Wangchuan, but in the end he forgot about everything...why?

If I had known such a result, I might as well just drink Meng Po soup to reincarnate. It was a waste of my chance to give you my life.

Qiao Xuan sighed.

He has already let go of the past.

Even if you end up forgetting.

Then don't think about it again.

So best.

Time has come to the present, the picture of the mirror stopped, Qiao Xuan's eyes suddenly dizzy, a whirlpool appeared, and he was thrown out from the whirlpool!

Qiao Xuan shook his head.

He looked around subconsciously, but when he didn't see Ye Shiluo, Qiao Xuan called out.

Fortunately, Ye Shiluo is not here!

In a hurry at the time, he told Yasilo that he knew who he was drawing, but it was just an expedient measure to save his life. Now that he knew that the evil ghost was Yasilo, and what happened after his death, he It's impossible for Duan to tell Ye Shiluo's prime minister. If Ye Shiluo is not here, he doesn't have to think of a way to make up excuses to deceive him.

After relaxing, Qiao Xuan began to observe where he was.

Underfoot is the green grass, overhead is the boundless blue sky, surrounded by fairy spirits, the piece is quiet and peaceful, where is the gloomy ghost land of the underworld, here is the heaven!

Qiao Xuan showed disbelief, he just walked in the mirror and returned to heaven inexplicably?

What he wants to see is about himself and his master, and he doesn't want to relive the tragedy of Wen Yeshiluo at all, okay? I ended up looking at a lot of things I didn't want to see, but I didn't see anything I wanted to see...

He has worked so hard to cross the three realms, but his journey is in vain.

Qiao Xuan sighed sadly, since he has already returned, why don't he go back to the Xuanhe Valley, the outside world is too bad, this time I will go back to practice with peace of mind, cultivate myself, and never run around casually again. now...

But the heavens are too big, where is he now?

I miss the navigation of the earth...

Qiao Xuan didn't know the way, so he could only find a random one and yearn to fly. Fortunately, he didn't fly for a long time when he came across a loose cultivator in blue clothes, who stepped on the folding fan and walked slowly Flying towards you, I am still reading a book while flying...

Qiao Xuan learned from the experience of going out of the valley for the first time. He did not go there for business, but greeted him from a distance: "These fellow Daoists, wait a moment, wait!"

The monk in Tsing Yi stopped when he heard the sound. The young man had a clear face. He put away the book, looked at Qiao Xuan curiously, and said, "Do you have something to do with fellow Daoist?"

Qiao Xuan Yujian stepped up and said embarrassedly, "I want to go to the Zebai Mountains, but I don't know the way, so I want to ask this fellow Taoist, where does the Zebai Mountains go?"

The Tsing Yi cultivator thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "I have never heard of the Zebai Mountains."

Qiao Xuan: "..."

Not so much, it is normal to say that the Xuanhe Valley is unknown to others, but the Zebai Mountains are very famous, how could the immortals in the heavens have heard of it...

Is it a loose cultivator who has just ascended?

Qiao Xuan asked: "Have you heard of Yunhai Tiangong Daoist..." Even a loose cultivator who has just ascended, it's impossible not to even know about Yunhai Tiangong! You can also go to the Yunhai Tiangong yourself, and then take a detour and go back...

Tsing Yi cultivator shook his head: "I haven't heard of it."

Qiao Xuan gasped and said, "Daoist friend, have you just ascended?"

The monk in Tsing Yi shook his head: "I have been flying for five hundred years."

Qiao Xuan: "..."

Qiao Xuan set his mind and asked Hualan Emperor, Miyun Palace Master, Ruohua, Guiyuan Patriarch, Beichen Xingjun... all the famous people and sects he could think of. The Tsing Yi cultivators all shook their heads and said that they had never heard of him, and looked at him more and more strangely, as if he was a fool with hysteria...

Qiao Xuan's cold sweat broke down, and his back was cold. What's going on?

No one he knew existed here.

Isn't this heaven?

The Tsing Yi cultivator looked at the young man pityingly, this young man must have come from a corner, right? It is said that in the world of human practice, some people just like to take fancy names, which sounds very sectarian, but I have never heard of these names mentioned by the young man, so it is obvious that they are completely unknown, but That's not right... Since the young man can fly to the heaven, ask himself what those people in the human world do?

He looks very handsome, is it possible that he flew up and was fooled by Lei's brain?

He has also seen the monk who was struck by lightning. He was crazy and pitiful. The monk in Tsing Yi thought of this and said to Qiao Xuan sympathetically: "Do you know anyone in the heavens?"

Qiao Xuan shook his head stiffly.

The Qingyi monk took pity on him even more, and said, "Hey, I'm going to visit the holy mountain on this trip. In the very beginning, it was only a thousand years ago that I gave lectures so many times. , just to be able to see your face... Since you have nowhere to go, why don't you follow me, if you can get your respect's teachings, it's also your chance..." Maybe you can go crazy healed...

Qiao Xuan was abruptly stunned: "Immortal ancient times?"

Tsing Yi cultivator didn't know anything when he saw him, and immediately explained with reverence: "The ancient world of the heavens, the sage of Donggan in the world, and the great emperor Fuyi in the underworld, are the three saints of the three realms, and they are the supreme beings."

Qiao Xuan: "..."

He, he, he should not have traveled to the past of hundreds of thousands of years!

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