Chapter 123

The guards on the outer layer of Yun Palace are particularly strict, because there are always some people who want to take revenge or want to be heroes who are not afraid of death. However, Hua Qiangu's bedroom Wuwang Hall is large and empty. Apart from the layer of shields used for sound insulation and disturbance outside, there is not even half a guard. Hua Qiangu is sleeping day and night in the hall on weekdays. The five senses are thousands of times more sensitive than usual, and if there is any movement around you, you will feel particularly noisy.

Don't recall, because there are too many pains in the memories. They are supreme and immortal, so she has no pursuit and no expectation for tomorrow. She can do anything, but has no interest in doing anything. She doesn't even have to be prepared, and she can assassinate waves by waves of forces. Anyway, the immortal body can recover instantly no matter how severe the injury is. There is no past, no present, and no future. It turns out that this is how the walking corpse is. She has thought of letting herself fall into freezing and sleep like Sha Qianmo, until Tangbao is resurrected and Zhu Ran wakes her up again. But she is always worried, afraid that the only slightest hope will make any mistakes.

She actually doesn't hate this world, and never blames the world, but just becomes indifferent. She is not a saint, nor is she as great as Bai Zihua. With repeated blows and injuries, closing her heart is the only way she can make her desperate self stronger. Or, subconsciously, she has hated Bai Zihua for forcing her to a dead end for the sake of the world. But she still can't learn to hurt her, and she has no mood to learn, so she can only ignore her completely, her body and mind are numb as stagnant water.

Bai Zihua's arrival made the Wuwang Palace slightly different. At first, she didn't understand why she was willing to let him stay by her side since she had no intention of taking revenge or hurting him. Is it because she loved him too deeply and could not let go, or was she too lonely, thinking about his warmth, or she knew that she was filthy and yearning for his flawlessness? Later, she understood in her subconscious mind that she just wanted to know how he would kill her. She would often feel tired when she lived without consciousness. If she really wanted to stop all this, she would only want to die in his hands.

Bai Zihua looked at the trace of self-deprecating and understanding in her eyes, like a sea-land that was about to collapse, throwing out a stormy despair, which made him feel a little panicked. She is a god, and she foresaw and sees something, but everything that happened in this world may have no meaning to her. Not everyone is willing to see his own future, just like a game where the winner is decided, boring and boring. When he was still an immortal, he rarely calculated his own or others' fate, or everything was always under his control. But at this moment, he really wanted to know what the final result of all this was. Although nothing would change or control his thoughts, he would still only do what he thought was right. But he still wanted to know and want to make sure that in the end, he really would not regret it.

Sitting quietly on the couch, waking up from the meditation, it was the morning of the following day. Hua Qiangu never came back all night. He knew she would not come, although she actually said that he would leave someone with her every night.

If Mo Yan heard her disrespectful words, he would be so angry that he would be so angry. But Bai Zihua knew Hua Qiangu too well, or believed in her too much. This child has always been like this, soft-hearted and stubborn. He actually would rather she hate him to take revenge on him, maybe he would feel better, but even now, she has never even complained.

When I pushed the door open, it was as cold as the inside of the house. It was already hot and the wind was still thrilling. Since the battle 16 years ago, the Kunlun Mountains collapsed, the Yaochi Water was exhausted, the sun and the moon swelled southeast, and the world had frequent phenomena and wars. The demon god's seal was completely broken and after returning to the position, the wilderness was sinking, the nine heavens cracked, and the world was even more natural disasters, and corpses were everywhere.

He has no way out.

Hua Qiangu was standing quietly on the eaves of a hall high above Yungong. He saw Bai Zihua standing with his hands behind his back from afar. Like many years in the past, he just became thin. However, his shoulders were still stubbornly carrying Changliu and all living beings in the six realms, and he refused to take them off. He was no longer an immortal body. Wouldn't he be tired?

He used to say that what is important is human choice, not ability.

But it is too difficult to make a choice. He has his responsibilities and principles. She has the tragic fate that she will never get rid of and the implication for others. They are destined to have a choice but cannot choose.

At the same time, ability will also breed an evil heart. A person who once loved and longed for so much was standing in front of her, waking her sleeping ** bit by bit. She could no longer love him without regrets like in the past, but she could easily get him. This is undoubtedly a huge temptation for Hua Qiangu, who is lonely and helpless at this moment.

The clothes that drifted in the wind seemed to be waving to her, seducing her all the time. She struggled and confused, wanted, but was afraid that her hands would dirty him with blood.

A strong murderous aura suddenly appeared behind her back. Hua Qiangu slowly turned around and raised her hand tiredly to block it. Unexpectedly, the sword was extremely sharp, and her right forearm was cut off and flew out. The man in front of him had just changed from the form of a sparrow, and there were still some feathers on his face that had not faded. He came with a heart that would die, but he didn't expect that he would succeed so easily and he was stunned.

Hua Qiangu frowned, and in the blink of an eye, his arm had returned to its original place. He was so fast that he didn't even have time to shed a drop of blood. Everything that just happened seemed like an illusion. Perhaps it was because he hated the power of the demon god in his subconscious mind. She had never used it, and she didn't even use it with any true qi to protect her body. If she hadn't thought that her head was cut off was a bit ugly, she wouldn't even bother to raise her hands.

"Which school do you belong to?"

There are countless scattered immortals in the fairy world. It is obvious that they are not careful when relying on Zhu Ran and others and the guards of demons. Assassinations around her are always wave after wave, but no one is worried about this problem because no one can kill her. But she is still a little angry. Someone jumped out to disturb her at this time. Moreover, although this person's skills and martial arts are very good, he is obviously not a cultivator and does not understand immortal arts. How could he transform and how could he enter the Yun Palace?

The middle-aged man with a righteous face in front of him turned pale and turned pale. He just turned his back to her. Now he saw her appearance clearly. The faint fragrance of flowers lingered around him. His hands holding the sword couldn't help but tremble slightly. She had noticed herself, but why didn't she dodge and avoid it? She was really so threatening? Even her despairing magic sword couldn't hurt her at all? But even if she could recover quickly, wouldn't it hurt? Or would the demon god have a tendency to abuse herself?

"My name is Wang Xiri, and I have nothing to do with any sect. I am here to kill you. You are a demon who has proclaimed yourself as a god, who is contrary to the heavens and the way of the six realms. Today, I will definitely take your head if I fight for my life."

The surroundings were surrounded by demons at this moment, and Zhu Ran was there, but she waved her hand to prevent everyone from approaching.

Wang Xiren drew his sword and stabbed it again, and his move seemed familiar. Hua Qiangu frowned deeper and flew backwards. Wang Xiren flew when he turned into a bird, but he had no wings at this moment, but his lightness was quite good. He hit the submersible dragon and shot out directly. Hua Qiangu looked at the huge dragon-shaped light and shadow that was rushing down to his face, and felt like he was torn apart in an instant, but it was only in an instant. His figure disappeared instantly and had appeared behind Wang Xiren. Otherwise, the power would be so huge that it would be at least bloody.

Just in terms of martial arts, he is indeed not only in the human world, but also in the fairy world, but he is just a mortal after all. It is as easy to kill him as kill an ant.

But Hua Qiangu still didn't take action, and his eyes became deeper and deeper.

"You can't beat me, the leader of the martial arts world."

Wang Xiri was stunned and looked up in surprise. Seeing the sad smile flashing through Hua Qiangu's eyes, he suddenly felt a little familiar.

Have you ever seen her? It is impossible, she is a monster, let alone such a beautiful and imposing woman, how could she forget anyone she has seen?

Turning around and drawing the sword and stabbing it again, he almost spent his whole life learning. Although he was a man in the martial arts world, he was the leader of the martial arts world. He couldn't bear to see the people live in a miserable life, so he tried every means to assassinate him. Even if he died, he just wanted to do his best.

Hua Qiangu seemed a little tired, and was impatient and was about to raise his hand when suddenly a sound came from around him.

"Xiao Gu!" It seemed like a warning and a dissuasion.

Hua Qiangu stuttered slightly. Wang Xiri had already taken advantage of her hesitation and flashing moment to pass through her lower abdomen with a sword. With only a few drops of blood, the wound quickly recovered as before.

Hua Qiangu sneered in his heart. It turned out that the two of them might have another chance to meet each other on that day, which was actually referring to this. Flower vines suddenly spread out from the palm of his palm and entangled Wang Xiri tightly.

"It's still not changed at all. I'm stupid and impulsive. It's your luck to be able to live until now."

Wang Xiri looked at her in surprise, then turned to look at the person who had just made a sound. He was stunned with his mouth half open. Hua Qiangu's appearance changed and his temperament changed, so he naturally couldn't recognize him at all. However, although the man was always blurred in his memory, his too extraordinary temperament and voice were extremely easy to recognize.

"You, you..." He looked at Hua Qiangu and Bai Zihua, and suddenly his breath became a little urgent, as if there was a heavy object pressing on his chest.

Life-saving grace will never be forgotten-

Wang Xiri's hand holding the sword slowly hangs down, allowing himself to be firmly tied.

"God Lord, what should I do?"

Zhu Ran looked at the man curiously. As a mortal, he dared to break into the Yun Palace alone, which was overestimated to the point of being funny.

Hua Qiangu quietly looked at Wang Xiri without saying anything, Bai Zihua gently held her arm: "He is just a mortal, let him go."

Hua Qiangu suddenly laughed, and everyone around him gasped.

"Of course." Her hands were slid around Bai Zihua's waist ambiguously, and her voice couldn't stop being charmed, "Accompany me tonight."

Even Zhu Ran couldn't help but get goose bumps and smiled helplessly. Her temperament was getting more and more moody.

Wang Xiri looked up at them without believingly. If he remembered correctly, were they not masters and apprentices? Although he had known that they were not mortals, why did they become like this now? Twenty years ago, that innocent little girl actually became the demon god who caused trouble to the six realms!?

Bai Zihua was slightly embarrassed, but she didn't avoid it or speak. Sometimes he would doubt his original intention, and he really wanted to kill her or to atone for his sins.

"Why?"

Hua Qiangu raised his eyebrows and looked at Wang Xiri, wondering whether he was asking why she became a demon god or why she let him go.

“No reason.”

"Kill me." Wang Xiri thought that she was the girl she used to be, and her tone could not be hard. Twenty years ago, he was old, and the children he had grown up, and things had changed. He didn't know what happened to them, and he had such a deep sadness in his eyes. His master-disciple relationship was obviously kind and filial, but now he was not a good match, even outsiders could see the obvious barrier.

Perhaps the world has changed, he is old and doesn't understand. When he was escorted away, he finally couldn't help but look back. Sometimes the encounters between people are so absurd and wonderful. His life span is limited and his fate is weak, so he may never see him again in the future.

The happiest power is forgetting.

She thought she had forgotten everything in the past, but Wang Xi's appearance made everything vivid in her mind. It turned out that for so many years, every word and deed, and every bit of his time with him, she was firmly engraved in her heart. The days of walking and training on the earth with Bai Zihua was the happiest time in her life.

If a person can let go of pain, how can he give up and abandon the happiness he once had? Even though behind that happiness is a cliff with thick white bones below.

The night is misty and dark. Flowers are dancing lightly with purple sleeves, and a glass Mandala lantern is instantly added on the table.

Bai Zihua stood by the door, her face pale as paper.

Hua Qiangu sat on the couch, his eyes flashing below were as charming as ghosts, his lips seemed to be stained with blood, and he was a little dazzling. He looked up at Bai Zihua and slowly stretched out his left hand to him.
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