"After that, I never told anyone's fortune again. Your prophecy was not calculated by me, but was given to me by God."
The woman in red pointed to the sky above her head, "I only vaguely saw you in a dream, so I knew you would come to the Old Mother Palace, and being in the Old Mother Palace was just the beginning of everything. This time, I don’t want to tell you things according to destiny.”
"Xiao Moss, some choices in life can only be made once, and some decisions can never be turned back once made."
"I can't look back long ago."
"When I was in the Mother Palace, everyone was very nice to me. My senior brothers were very nice, my teachers were very nice, and my classmates were also very nice. During the day, I lived a warm and sheltered life, but the pain and hatred in my heart did not diminish one bit. .”
"Every night when I returned to my room, when I lay down to sleep, as soon as I closed my eyes, everything in the Jinghe River happened again and again before my eyes. The innocent souls screamed all night long, and the road was covered with blood and flesh."
"The soles of my feet are full of blood, my hands are full of blood, my eyes are full of blood, and my whole body is full of blood. You know what, I can't sleep!"
"As soon as I closed my eyes, I saw my father and mother's faces covered in blood. As soon as I closed my eyes, I saw Bailian smiling at me and then falling into the lake!"
"The person I would rather be eaten is me, the person I would rather die is me! I am the one who deserves to die!"
"But I don't dare to die. It's not that I haven't tried to let them go, but I can't do it. I want to live, even if I am lingering, even if I live like a dog, I want to live."
Memory is not like wine. The longer it is stored in the dust, the more mellow it becomes. Sometimes it is like a wolf imprisoned in purgatory. Once it is released, it will become uncontrollable.
Six hundred thousand living people and six hundred thousand blood, their dead bodies were not intact, wailing in Wang Xiaotai's ears day and night, Wang Xiaotai built 600,000 graves for them in his heart.
Sighing, the woman in red lightly tapped Wang Xiaotai's forehead with her finger, "I don't know who killed your friend. All I can see is this picture."
With a cool feeling between her brows, Wang Xiaotai closed her eyes and finally saw the bright red blood mud under the layers of crabapple flowers. Finally she saw a golden foot. She shook the blood mud on the sole with disgust and stepped on it. The red color all over the ground disappeared.
Not far away is Thean Hou Temple, where the god finally gave up on her most devout believers.
Her white lotus was trampled to pulp by this golden boot. No one knew or cared about it. After that, it rotted among the fallen flowers day by day. It gradually turned from sweet to stinky, exuding an unpleasant smell. .
No one in this world cares about her leaving.
Her flesh and blood is still rotting silently under the crabapple tree in front of Thean Hou Palace, with no one restraining her.
But this shouldn't be Bailian's ending, this should be for someone like her. Bailian is so good, she should be the best dancer in the world.
Then you will be successful and famous, surrounded by people, and die in the eyes of admiration and love, instead of being ignored like this.
"I don't know whose shoes these are, you..."
"I know."
With a pale face, Wang Xiaotai said softly, not only did she know, she even hugged this boot and this foot with gratitude.
Such a special pattern, once you see it, you will never forget it.
That was the second god she had ever seen, Jin Nan was shocked.
Jin Nan was shocked when he came to the rescue.
The golden immortal, the general responsible for the execution of Qiantang on the dragon-slaying platform, gave Jin Nanjing the red scale dagger as a gift to her.
Wang Xiaotai did not tell the woman in red whose boots those were, but just sat quietly. The woman in red could feel the aura of the girl next to her, which was unexpectedly calm.
She originally thought that Wang Xiaotai would be unwilling and resentful, would mock a few words about fate's tricks, curse or shed tears.
But Wang Xiaotai just sat quietly on the threshold, looking up at the rising sun.
The woman in red knew that this kind of tranquility was not like the actual turbulent undercurrents of the calm sea, but like a huge and boundless lake with still water and deep water in an unknown place.
This is a very quiet anger, a blood-curdling anger.
This child seemed to have grown up a lot overnight.
"Do you know who the dragon you killed is?" the woman in red asked.
Wang Xiaotai shook her head and found that this move was extremely stupid. The woman was wearing a blindfold, how could she see her reaction, and said, "He said he was from the East China Sea, but that's all he said."
The woman in red sneered coldly, "That dragon is not some unknown person, that is the famous Jinghe Dragon King."
Jinghe Dragon King?
Wang Xiaotai thought of the widely circulated story before. The Dragon King of Jinghe made a bet with the mortal warlock Yuan Shoucheng, and tampered with the amount and time of rain in order to win or lose. He was beheaded by the Heavenly Court on the Dragon Platform, and Wei Zheng personally supervised the execution.
For this reason, the emperor had nightmares for a long time, feeling that he was being haunted by an innocent ghost, so he recruited capable people from among the people to interpret his dreams.
Isn't he dead?
Why did it appear in Lishan?
Thinking of the deep knife marks on Ao Shun's neck, Wang Xiaotai instantly believed that Ao Shun was the Dragon King of Jinghe.
"That is the clone of the Dragon King of Jinghe. He was pushed to the dragon-killing platform by Wei Zheng, but he was cunning by nature and dared to escape the punishment of heaven. His soul possessed the clone and escaped. Somehow he ended up living on Mount Li, but he was killed by you. I picked something up."
"Time is also destiny."
The woman in red shook her head. She didn't ask why Wang Xiaotai killed the dragon. God sent him to Wang Xiaotai, so it was considered that the wrongdoer had the rightful owner.
If the Dragon King of Jinghe had managed his children well back then, everything would not have turned into what it is now.
Wang Xiaotai felt that her mouth was dirty, so she stretched out her hand and wiped her lips vigorously.
Fortunately, Ao Shun had the idea to seduce a minor like himself. He was a serious, thousand-year-old cucumber. Kissing him would shorten his life by ten years!
Don’t those immortals feel guilty when they fall in love with mortals?
Mortals have only lived for a few decades, while the immortals have been living for hundreds or thousands of years. Calling them grandpa or grandma makes them look younger. How can old guys like them have the nerve to fall in love with humans who are as fateful as ephemera? ?
Wang Xiaotai trembled and couldn't understand.
If she had known that her partner was an old man who was thousands of years old, she would have been disgusted to death. It would not only be a grandfather-grandson love, it would simply be a fossil love!
How can there be any romantic thoughts?
But there is a saying, the appearance of immortals is all the same.
No matter whether it is Jin Nanjing or Ao Shun, no matter how old they are, they are all the best in the world. As for what is underneath the skin, Wang Xiaotai expressed no interest in knowing.
"I have never buried dragon scales." Wang Xiaotai turned around and said.
"I know."
The woman in red smiled and said, "Are you leaving?"
Wang Xiaotai stood up and stretched, "Yes, I have to run for my life. Mother Palace treats me very well. I can't harm you."
"Maybe we won't see each other again. Farewell. Please tell the other sister, too. I'm leaving. From now on, the mountains and rivers will be high. We should cherish each other. I hope we won't have the chance to see each other again."
"I have thought about it. There are only two fates in my life: to be killed by them, or to kill them."
Wang Xiaotai put her luggage on her back and limped away from this place without looking back.
Behind her, the woman in red stood up and shouted loudly, "Remember, my name is Xu Mohuai, and I am Xu Mohuai from the Great Qin Dynasty. I am the best observer in ancient and modern times. I can see the way of heaven from above, measure yin and yang from below, know the evil and determine the good, and predict the good." Dead words live. Remember my name!"
"Her name is Xu Negi, and the great man calls her the female pavilion Hou Xu Negi. She has betrayed the country, the king, and the people. She is the most heartless person in the world."
"The green ones promise to bear, the red ones don't bear, please remember our names!"
The sun was just right and the breeze was blowing, so Wang Xiaotai went down the mountain.
(The copy of Lishan is over, there are more dragons up and down)
