"Xiao Tai, there are traces of the person you asked me to find. Do you want to find him now?"
Xu Mohe walked to Wang Xiaotai and whispered.
Wang Xiaotai patted the sacred tree of marriage and said, "Wait a minute, I still have things to do. You take a few people to guard him first. I'll come back later."
Xu Mohe nodded, turned around, made a secret and left in the clouds.
Wang Xiaotai reached into the sacred tree of marriage again, her mind moved slightly, and she found another name in this tree.
There was a very thick red thread tied to this name. Wang Xiaotai used her finger as a blade to cut off the red thread. The broken red thread on the name was fluttering, just like a hand that could no longer hold her lover.
Wang Xiaotai held the name whose red line had been severed in her hand, feeling the name's eager desire to return to the sacred tree of marriage.
She was curious, was this sacred tree really so magical?
Are the marriages in the world determined by nature or by trees?
She reached into the tree again. It was cold and cold inside. Countless names and red threads slid through her fingertips like silk. Along with these names, there were also those who were painful, happy, hateful, and reluctant to give up. memory.
She picked up a handful of red thread and saw many legendary names.
Bai Suzhen - Xu Xian.
Yang Yuhuan - Li Longji.
Wang Baochuan - Xue Pinggui.
Seven Fairies - Dong Yong.
Weaver Girl - Cowherd.
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Wang Xiaotai narrowed her eyes and laughed inexplicably.
She seemed bored, and slowly stretched out a hand and gently moved it in the cold tree hole. Her whole body was as careless as a dragonfly touching water, but her movements were swift and resolute, using her palm as a blade to cut off with just a few swords. She picked up all the red threads of marriage in the sacred tree of marriage and tied them to her name. At the same time, she lit a fire in her hand and burned the red thread on her body cleanly.
In this way, everyone in the world can 'love' her, but she will not 'fall' in love with anyone.
The sky rose to the top and the sky shook. The wine glass in Yuexiaxian's hand fell to the side. A crack appeared on his handsome face. He suddenly let out a frightening scream and a cry of fear. After shouting wildly, Yuexiaxian hugged himself. His face shrank into a ball, his whole body twitched, and he vomited blood. The immortal who was feasting with him just now did not dare to touch his body to relieve his pain.
Their perfect faces were originally devoid of any emotion, but now they looked at the painful gods writhing on the ground, but their faces suddenly showed great fear.
Immortal under the moon, old man under the moon, old man under the moon...
He has had many names, many images, many legends, crazy men and resentful women respected him, and the gods and goddesses in the sky did not dare to offend this god who was in charge of marriage, for fear that one day he would wear small shoes for them.
But now this aloof god is rolling on the ground like maggots. Between his fingers, Yuexiaxian's face is revealed, which is full of cracks. His body is slowly seeping out a lot of blood, but he is still breathing. He can't Die happily.
"ah--!"
The painful scream shook the sky.
"Fuyao!"
After the severe pain, Yuexiaxian gasped for breath. He used his magic to cover his bloody face, leaving only one pair of eyes exposed. He looked like a ghost from hell. Just by looking at them, you could see the bottom of his eyes. The surging sea of blood and murderous intent.
Under the blue sky and white clouds, the sun was just right at this time, neither dry nor strong, and the light it shed was like a handful of warm water.
Wang Xiaotai raised her head slightly, as if she heard the vicious curse and deep hatred coming from the sky. The corners of her mouth raised slightly, not caring about the voices that wanted to tear her into pieces.
She had long been prepared to go to war with them.
Compared with these, Wang Xiaotai was more curious about the function of these red threads. She raised her arm and saw that there was no white and normal skin color on her wrist, and it was densely covered with red ropes.
It is said that these red lines are the 'love' of the world.
This red thread from the soul level will entangle the two partners for life, birth and death, pain and joy, love and hate...
The two sides of the red line will be inextricably linked together, like one vine climbing another vine, and one river coiling around the other.
Tangled and entangled, endless.
Wang Xiaotai burned out her own thread, but tied thousands of red threads to herself.
According to this theory, there should be many people in the world now who have fallen in love with Wang Xiaotai.
There was no one around. In order to test this idea, Wang Xiaotai went to the nearest busy market.
People come and go here, countless people pass by here, and countless people spend their lives in such noisy and ordinary life.
When Wang Xiaotai appeared here, she didn't say a word, but the people in the market suddenly stopped.
They smelled a strange and indescribable smell, which was sweet but not cloying.
This sweetness is like thick honey. When you first smell it, you can imagine its golden luster. It flows thick and sticky, completely exuding the sweet fragrance and purity of nectar.
Even before you eat it, you can guess how sweet it tastes just by imagining it.
It makes people feel an indescribable thirst.
Everyone looked around, looking for the source of this sweet taste. Although they had never tasted this taste, they were sure that this was what they were born to pursue.
They will regret it for the rest of their lives if they don't find the source of the smell.
Wang Xiaotai hid her figure. These mortals were not supposed to know her whereabouts, but they were able to rely on the thirst that spread deep in their souls to get closer to Wang Xiaotai's hiding place and open their hands unscrupulously. Trying to find Wang Xiaomo, who exudes the sweet smell of nectar.
A hand passed Wang Xiaotai's body, and the hand brushed the silky hem of Wang Xiaotai's clothes.
Wang Xiaotai made a gesture and left the market. Her face was calm and her lips were pursed tightly. Except for her arms being slightly tense, she looked normal. However, the tips of her fair and clear ears were as red as blood. Fortunately, she walked quickly. No one could catch a glimpse of this scene.
Through the hem of the clothes, the sporadic touches felt on the skin were like eye-catching fire, quickly burning all over the body along the path it passed. There was a buzzing in the ears, and hundreds of thousands of people seemed to be flying in front of the eyes. A bursting spark.
Wang Xiaotai used her spiritual power to quickly abandon this frightening feeling, but the lingering fear in her heart still lingered.
This is 'love', or 'love fire'.
A little touch can ignite a prairie fire in the ice field, which is so terrifying.
After Wang Xiaotai left, the person who met Wang Xiaotai's clothes had a beating heart, but suddenly felt lost. He stood there helplessly. He could only vaguely feel that he had gained something, but lost it in an instant.
Wang Xiaotai returned to the Divine Marriage Tree, cut off all the red threads tied to her body, closed her eyes, and activated her spiritual power. Time in the Divine Marriage Tree was reversed, and all the red threads returned to their previous state.
With the divine power revealed, Wang Xiaotai breathed a sigh of relief. She looked at the Divine Marriage Tree as it was before it recovered, touched the rough bark of the Divine Marriage Tree, and sighed sincerely: "Love... is really terrible."
She squinted her eyes and leaned against the Divine Marriage Tree, looking at the bright moon slowly rising in the sky and watching the clear light falling on the world. She put her right hand on her heart to calm down the violent heartbeat and slight nervousness caused by the Divine Marriage Tree. of muscles.
Scary...but useful.
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