I want to marry you. Two hundred years ago, Shen Qingxuan said.

Ji Jiu doesn’t say anything, Ji Jiu only asks in the conversation: Why don’t you come early, why don’t you take me away earlier?

Today, Liu Yan said: I want to marry you.

Yi Mo stood in a daze, and suddenly a trace of red flashed in front of his eyes. The bright red was like blood, with a destructive force, covering the sky and the earth. Even though he knew what it was, Yi Mo lost the ability to dodge.

The red veil covered him.

Liu Yan looked at the person who seemed to be married, smiled slightly, murmured in a low voice through the red veil, repeating and repeating: I want to marry you.

More than 1,900 years ago, humans had not had time to spread and eat to the extreme east. The mountains, forests and woods were all primitive and had never been threatened by land reclamation. The birds flew in the shade of trees, chirping and pecking at wild fruits. The cunning beasts were secretly shuttled through the low shrubs, searching for prey. Day after day, year after year, a small snake was born under the thick layer of rotten leaves.

It is no different from other snakes. When hungry, it will go up to trees to swallow bird eggs, and will also stab the prey with sharp teeth, corrode their minds with severe toxicity, and use it to fill the stomach.

If there is no accident, it will not take many years, and its life span will turn into bones and flesh and blood to nourish other creatures in the mountains.

Before its life was halfway through, the arrival of human beings made the trajectory of its life undergo an irreversible reversal.

The sound of swords and swords at the foot of the mountain means that many lives nourish the earth with blood, and the dead vengeful spirits gather into demons.

The birth of the new demon means the catastrophe of human beings, so two Taoists came to the forest. They encountered a small snake with stiff limbs moving out of the hole after hibernation.

With a little bit of fairy wine, the snake turns into a demon. It does not require inspiration of the spirit or practice day and night. It has good luck and has a long life, and life embarks on a new journey.

For more than a thousand years, he has been practicing in the mountains and has also been wandering around the world. Because of his good skin, he has had opportunities to be intimate with charming ghosts or women on earth. The feeling of physical entanglement is no different from that of female snakes. He kneaded in one place, and was connected with each other with sexual mouthparts. He also heard various love words, affectionate and gentle. In the end, nothing was left in his ears.

He was originally a snake, cold, covered with hard scales, and with Taoism, he was invincible with external force. Ordinary swords and guns could not hurt him, and the overwhelming love words could not hit him. It was because of this kind of temperament that he was attracted by the immortals.

Ordinary beasts practiced to become monsters, and they were all in trouble in the end. Only he did not even have the will to become a monster, so he was too lazy to provoke him.

When he was a snake, he still had the desire to fill his stomach; when he became a demon queen, he had nothing to do.

Withered, guarding the sunrise and the moon set, watching the spring, summer, autumn and winter change, without laughing or tears.

He has read no matter how beautiful the scenery is, and he has seen any beautiful people. He has heard of many stories and legends. There is nothing new under the sunlight.

For him, this year is no different from the previous year and the next year, and the future is overlapping with the present and the past.

Life has become a long black and white at the end.

Sleeping became something he often did, and he was too lazy to accumulate merits. Other demons could become immortals after practicing for a thousand years, but he practiced for more than 1,600 years and was still a snake demon.

And that afternoon, when he once again ended his nearly a hundred years of sleep and turned into a sunny afternoon, he met a cup of hot tea and the person who poured his hot tea.

That person met a snake.

——I am the same as you, how about it?

Before the first time, the man said.

He is a demon, and the place where he was born has turned into a vague silhouette in his memory, and the way back has become an untouchable noun in the waste of time.

For many years, the people he has experienced have disappeared in the dust. No one can live with him, no one can stand shoulder to shoulder with him, and no one can die with him.

In the end, he was left alone.

But the thin and weak person sitting in a wheelchair said: We are in the same way.

Yi Mo stood quietly, and the big red veil in front of him turned the world into bright red.

It was like flowing blood, containing vigorous vitality, and it was poured into his body vividly and transformed into the driving force for survival. There was a stream of sourness in his heart, but his eyes were wet, as if the exhausted life was catalyzed and the juice was abundant.

"Fool." Behind the hijab, Yi Mo's voice sounded, and his indifferent tone covered all emotions and asked him, "Why do you want to marry me?"

"I want to be with you." The fool Liu Yan stood in front of the veil and answered him seriously: "Shen Jue said that after worshiping heaven and earth, we can be together and never be separated again."

——Not separated.

A fool does not have talent, can't learn, can't write, can't recite poems, can't even write his own name, even if he has tried hard to teach. After teaching many times, there are only two words full of twists and turns on the paper: Yi Mo.

Two hundred years ago, this man said: We are in the same direction.

At that time, he did not realize that this was the most beautiful love words he had ever heard in his long life. So when he hugged each other, he would feel peaceful. When he entered him, he would feel at ease.

It seems that the black and white life has been pierced into an unpullable nail. The nail brings colorful colors and firmly fixes these colors in his world, and cannot be separated from then on.

Yi Mo raised his hand and took off the red veil from his head. He got the bride's affairs from somewhere, but he didn't care about it at this time. He took out two folded pieces of paper from his sleeve.

The paper was dyed with time and I don’t know how many years it has been hidden with me. No one has seen this paper, and even Liu Yan has never seen it in these years. So when I saw him take it out, I opened my eyes wide curiously.

Yi Mo carefully unfolded one of the pictures, which was a scroll, burned into ashes and was restored by him casting spells.

On the unfolding scroll, Liu Yan's first glance was: red, vermilion red pomegranate red, crimson peach red crabapple red, rouge red crimson purple red cinnabar red, and red petals flying all over the sky, spreading in succession. The fallen flowers are colorful and beautiful.

Even if it is such a color scheme, I don’t know how much effort it takes, and I don’t know how much effort it takes to draw the various petals that are spreading.

In the middle of the sea of ​​flowers is the bodies of two men.

There was no cotton thread hugging each other, overlapping up and down. Even if the person above was just his back, Liu Yan recognized it as Yi Mo at a glance. The person below was covered with peach blossoms, with branches and vines. Large peach blossoms were lingering on him. They lay in the sea of ​​flowers as if they were integrated with the sea of ​​flowers. They raised their heads slightly, half-squinted their eyes, and hooked their legs around Yi Mo's waist.

Liu Yan was shocked.

Yimo pointed to the inscription on the painting and said softly: "This is my hometown."

As he said that, Yi Mo unfolded another scroll, which was a lonely tomb. A monument was erected in front of the tomb. There was no signature on it, and two white flags were erected next to the tomb.

Yi Mo whispered, "But I let you take this as your hometown for two lifetimes."

As he said that, he lowered his eyes, and there seemed to be a flash of water in his eyes.

Liu Yan looked at the painting in a daze. Although he didn't understand it very much, he was also sad, unable to explain the sadness and extremely sadness. His eyes suddenly turned red, and he stood foolishly, and tears fell down his eyes.

It took Yi Mo to look up again and asked Liu Yan: "Even if your hometown is an lonely grave, do you still want to marry me? I am a demon."

Liu Yan's eyes moved away from the painting when he heard the sound, looked at his eyes, and asked with a sob: "I marry you, are you married?"

Yimo didn't speak.

Liu Yan cried and asked again: "I marry you, I want to marry you, will you marry?"

Yi Mo knew that Liu Yan would definitely say this because he was stupid because he was Shen Qingxuan's reincarnation. Although each reincarnation will be different, the difference is only the side of that soul. Just like Ji Jiu asked, "If it's good, Shen Qingxuan is bad, isn't it?", he is all him, and he is all him or not. He has never changed.

There will be no such soul in this world. Even if you drink Mengpo soup and walk through Naihe Bridge, you will lose all your memories, and go through different lives, and in the end you will be the same for him.

No matter how excessive you are, you will be easily forgiven; no matter how harsh you are, you can give generous rewards.

This soul is unique.

Gentle and cruel, resolute and lingering, as sharp as a sharp blade and as flexible as seaweed.

There is no such soul in this world anymore.

Although he knew he would say this, when he heard such an answer, Yi Mo still felt a subtle feeling of redemption. He saw a small self on the other party's wet eye mask, and there was nothing else. Only himself, on the wet film, the film seemed to cover his heart, and then poured the gentle water into his heart little by little.

He had been alone for too long. He lived in a daze and numbness, accepted this soul in a daze and numbness, and was deeply trapped in it without realizing it. After losing it, he felt like he had been stabbed by a needle, and there was a different feeling outside of numbness, as if regret and pain.

However, what has awakened is only a small piece, and more numbness is still searching and chasing, watching him die again, search again, and accompany him again.

During the search process, it seemed that I gradually woke up, gradually no longer numb, but hopeless.

I don’t know when this pursuit will end and when will it be possible to stop regretting it.

It's different now.

Yi Mo leaned over, put his lips on Liu Yan's ears, and asked in a low voice: "Fool, have you missed me these days?"

Liu Yan was suddenly turned on the topic and didn't understand it. He answered honestly: "I want to."

But unexpectedly, Yimo paused for a moment and whispered: "I miss you too."

His voice was always cold like his body temperature, with a faint coolness in the low and coldness, but it was unforgettable to people once heard it. He was always high and passively accepted worship by others.

Never say love words.

Such a habit seems to have been broken.

Perhaps, very early, two hundred years ago, the habit of sticking to it had cracks. Two hundred years of time gradually expanded the cracks, like spider webs, and just a little opportunity, his fortress turned into powder.

There is also a innocent soul.

Liu Yan was stunned for a moment, and after reacting, she burst into tears, crying like a water man, pounced on him, shaking while shouting heart-wrenchingly: I miss you.

Yi Mo reached out to hug him and repeated in a low voice: "I miss you too."

Liu Yanwei was crying and expressed his miss in chaos, while constantly saying, "Yi Mo, I like you, I like you, I like you."

After saying it many times, the person holding him finally responded: "I like you too."

Liu Yan's wail suddenly stopped, his mouth wide open, as if he hadn't expected to really hear this sentence, his face full of at a loss.

His face was crying in a mess, and his mouth was so stupid that he looked so unrestrained that he was not good. Yi Mo looked at him, but smiled slightly and sighed, "I like you too..."

The impact was getting bigger and bigger, and Liu Yan's mind seemed to have recovered some of his sensitivity under such impact. He immediately grabbed the tail of the topic and said, "Then you marry me and we will get married."

Yi Mo reached out to wipe his tears, cleaned up his snot, cleaned up his face, then smiled and said, "Okay."

"ah?"

Yimo said: "I will marry you."

When he said this, he didn't know what he thought of, Yi Mo's smile went from shallow to deep, and he really laughed, and a smile of relief was complete.

He was originally handsome and innocent. When he really laughed, Liu Yan was stunned. He looked at him in a daze, but he didn't know how to hide the admiration in his eyes.

The fool became a completely fool in his smile, but Yi Mo curled his smile and stroked his face and said, "Fool..." As if he was sighing, he felt thoughtful in his eyes, as if he was thinking about something. After a long time, those emotions disappeared, and Yi Mo's eyes returned to silence, but no longer indifferent.

"I'll do something." Yi Mo said lightly: "You are waiting for me at home, and we will get married after we come back."
Chapter completed!