Ye Zhenfeng's heart softened and he said: "Huan Xi, but you are injured, why rush? We have a long way to go, you will always have the opportunity to play to me in the future."
Liuyin Huanxi looked at him with her slender eyes, her eyes flashing with a hint of sadness. She shook her head and said, "What I always thought would be a long time to come often turns out to be out of reach. Long Yan soon... He will bring people to rescue me, and I will leave you and return to the Mie Tian Organization. I’m afraid there won’t be many opportunities to meet each other in the future, so please grant Huan Xi’s wish.”
Ye Zhenfeng nodded, walked over and helped her to the table.
Liuyin Huanxi's slender fingers floated the Tianyin Divine Qin, and a faint sound came out immediately.
Ye Zhenfeng sat aside and listened silently to her playing. This familiar melody stirred his tender heart and reminded him of the memories of his previous life. He closed his eyes slightly, trying to find something about eternity from this familiar melody. The remaining memories of Ye’s previous life.
The dark night fell, and the golden stars turned into a dazzling halo. Meteors fell like rain, surrounded by the sound of silent wind, and black clouds were like soft satin, entangled and fluttering in the mid-air.
The sound of the empty wind and the silent rotation of the stars and rivers in the universe made everything completely silent and turned into a kind of emptiness.
This heavenly melody suddenly made Han Ziyue on the city wall tremble slightly. You Zang was also attracted by this sweet piano sound. He turned around and looked back and said: "What a pleasant piano sound!"
Han Ziyue exclaimed: "It is simply the sound of nature!"
You Zang said: "It seems to be coming from the pharmacy, let's go and have a look."
Han Ziyue nodded, and the two of them walked towards the pharmacy. By coincidence, she saw Ye Zhenfeng, who had his back to her. His tall body was sitting motionless inside.
Liuyin Huanxi looked up at him affectionately, her golden eyes filled with so much affection, the throbbing of meeting again after a long separation, the affection as deep as the sea, the lingering love and greed, and the inability to let go. Lingering.
At this moment, she saw everything through Liuyin Huanxi's eyes. And the man he loved was receiving the gaze of another woman. The unabashed admiration, cowardice, lingering, gentleness and reluctance in his eyes made her feel mixed at the moment.
The wind gently blew her lavender sleeves, and she felt like she was falling into an ice cave at this moment. The biting and cold river water was covering her head and face, making her feel suffocated, and the biting cold suffocation.
She slowly clenched her slender fingers, her whole body trembling slightly due to the excessive exertion.
You Zang turned his head and looked at those beautiful purple eyes filled with incomparable resentment and sadness, and his heart couldn't help but ache.
He regretted bringing her here, but for some reason there was some kind of darkness lurking deep in his heart, and he was actually a little happy.
But as an upright and honest man, he felt disdainful of the dirty joy in his heart at this moment.
"I Have a Picture Book of Ghosts and Gods"
Soon another feeling of distress arose spontaneously. Compared with the secret joy in his heart, he couldn't bear to see the one he loved sad even more.
He would rather the person who is sad is himself than hurt her at all, even if that kind of hurt will eventually make her even farther away from him.
He likes Han Ziyue, but he would rather be a bystander than walk in. In his heart, she is a holy lotus. He would rather look at her from a distance and see her happiness than bear her to be destroyed by wind and rain.
In the end, You Zang couldn't bear this kind of harm to her, and reached out to hold Han Ziyue. This hand was strong and
With force, he took her away from this sad place. He couldn't bear for her to continue to be tortured and sad.
Han Ziyue was heartbroken and was taken away by her in a daze. She didn't know where she was at the moment, and her heart was filled with his decisive and indifferent back. Facing the affectionate and affectionate gaze of the goddess Huanxi, how did he respond with his eyes? Did he enjoy the moment?
From that moment on, he was Yong Ye, no longer her pillow.
Can they... still go back?
She felt her heart dripping with blood. When she looked up, she saw that the surroundings were green and lush with flowers and plants. The colorful halo shined through the green trees and vines, making it look like a forest wonderland.
In front of you is the blue Meilan River, surrounded by birds and flowers, so beautiful that it makes you feel relaxed and happy.
You Zang remained silent, guarding her side silently until she released the sadness in her heart.
Her beautiful eyes trembled slightly, and her eyes facing the wind couldn't help but overflow with tears, but she had to stubbornly hold them back. The reddish eyes made him feel heartbroken and stinging, but he couldn't bear to burst them.
She said: "You Zang, thank you for taking me away. If you don't bear it, I really don't know what crazy things I will do."
Han Ziyue was like a cold goddess. She couldn't imagine that she would do something like a shrew because of love. If You Zang hadn't pulled her away, she might have rushed in angrily and slapped Ye Zhenfeng hard. , maybe even smash the damn Tianyin Shenqin in anger.
She hated that they were gazing at each other affectionately, with their eyes flickering, and their affection blending, but they still said that they had nothing to do with each other. He...he was obviously already in love!
You Zang looked at Han Ziyue who was sad and sad. Her sadness was because of Ye Zhenfeng, and Ye Zhenfeng had such a powerful killing power that it could make a goddess with a cold nature, light clouds and wind so sad, so anger.
He was not only jealous and resentful in his heart, but his reason told him that as a wolf king, he could not have such narrow and dirty thoughts. Even if he wanted to get Han Ziyue, he had to be aboveboard and make her willing.
His tall figure squatted down and looked at Han Ziyue who was sitting on the stone. In the end, she could no longer avoid her eyes and could only look at him.
He said: "Ziyue, you don't have to hide your inner sadness. If you feel sad, you can cry. There are only white clouds, trees, rivers, and wind here... No one will disturb you, and no one will tell anyone what happened today." , I will wait for you outside the forest."
After You Zang finished speaking, he turned and left.
Han Ziyue looked at his leaving back, and then thought of Ye Zhenfeng's cold back just now, her sadness suddenly became uncontrollable, and her tears fell down like broken beads.
The blue eyebrow blue river flows silently, and her sad tears are also flowing sadly. Why does love bring sad tears to people? Perhaps it is because how sad it is when you are happy.
At this moment, Ye Zhenfeng didn't know this. His consciousness was immersed in the nine days away, the vast universe, the deep stars, the sound of wind in the sky, the shaking of the iron chains in the abyss of the universe, and the painful wails. He could only I felt a sense of sadness in my heart, and shed a line of tears inexplicably.
That is the pain of being an eternal night, and his despair for the heaven. When a person is locked in a narrow coffin and locked in the depths of the universe, how lonely he feels, with all the unwillingness and resentment. , but could not break through the shackles, and could only accept the attacks of thunder and lightning year after year, enduring the constant
Unbearable pain and suffering.
The pain in both his mind and body was beyond that of ordinary people. He was locked in the Wuji Golden Coffin for a long time, hundreds, thousands, ten thousand years...all the pain could not be told to anyone.
Such a person locked in a dark coffin has endured so many years of pain. How can such a person be called a human being? After trying his best through this long period of darkness, pain and suffering, grief and anger, heartbreak and despair, he has been tortured into An unrecognizable devil.
"Lord—Lord—" Liuyin Huanxi had stopped playing the piano at some point, but he could not get out of his meditation for a long time.
It was as if he fell into deep sleep again and again on the Xuanyou Immortal Pillow, which made Liuyin Huanxi a little uneasy. She kept calling him from the side, trying to take him away from the deep dream.
Ye Zhenfeng's consciousness kept traveling in the darkness until he saw a ray of light. In the dark space filled with stars, there was a man in black sleeping with one hand on the Xuanyou Immortal Pillow and a smile on his lips.
The long black clothes are fluttering in the wind, the jet-black hair flows like a river, and there is a black mark between the eyebrows on his handsome forehead. He has the calmness and calmness of being isolated from the world, the wind and lightness that cannot be tolerated by all things, and the corners of his mouth are sweet. The gentle smile has been sleeping in everything and the vastness of time and space for a long time.
His heart has no worries, no sorrow or joy, he is as free and at ease as the clouds are blowing and the wind is blowing.
Ye Zhenfeng thought to himself, could he be my reincarnation - the Eternal Night War God.
His eyes fell on the white fairy pillow he was resting on. The fairy pillow exuded white spiritual light, and the shadows were lingering, curling and nana, floating on his gorgeous face. This god, who was as bright as the moon and stars, had an indescribable power. Comparatively detached.
He rested his head on the stars of the universe, lost in time, with the stars shining brightly and the clouds lingering around him.
He was shocked, wasn't that the Xuanyou Immortal Pillow? !
It turns out that the Xuanyou Immortal Pillow is actually the object of the Eternal Night War God, and it came to me by chance with my reincarnation.
Suddenly a ray of white smoke came from the Xuanyou Immortal Pillow, and an old man in white with an immortal air came over. His eyebrows were white and kind-hearted. He was none other than his master, the Immortal Pillow Qianqiu.
"Master——" Ye Zhenfeng was shocked and shouted hurriedly.
With a smile on his face, Zhen Qianqiu knelt on one knee, looked up at him and said, "Lord, you have finally returned to the eternal night starry sky. My subordinate, Zhen Qianqiu, respectfully welcomes you back to the heaven!"
Ye Zhenfeng hurriedly helped him up, looked at him with eyes, and said excitedly: "Master, I have not returned to the heaven, this is just my consciousness wandering in the three realms."
Zhen Qianqiu said: "It was your mental power that allowed you to reach the eternal night starry sky. In this case, it is not far from your return to heaven."
"Master, why are you here? Are you also from Yongye Xingkong?" Ye Zhenfeng was puzzled.
Zhen Qianqiu laughed and said:
"Lord, in fact, I am not your master. I am just an immortal pillow in the eternal night starry sky, an immortal pillow belonging to the eternal night war god, carrying the vicissitudes of the sea, the passage of time, a pillow for a thousand years, and a century-old dream."
"When the God of War was in his dream, I learned some skills from him through his spiritual consciousness, and became a pillow immortal. Later, the God of War of Eternal Night was imprisoned in the Wuji Golden Coffin by the Emperor of Heaven, and his magic weapon killed the god Zhan also fell into the world."
