Xianxia Romance: Three Lives and Three Worlds

Chapter 282
"This is?"

Seeing his doubts, Liu Zimeng looked at the woman in red in the mist, and smiled miserably: "This is the battle to destroy the world seven hundred years ago, and the answer you want is in it."

The picture gradually spreads out, immortals, humans, and demons stand on the top of the East China Sea together with their enemies, the surrounding landslides and ground cracks, the four seas are dried up, and there is no grass growing on the earth.

There was a red light in the sky, and the four ancient artifacts gathered on the top of the East China Sea, and the guardians of the four artifacts were located in four formations in the east, west, north, south, and south.

As the picture progressed, Xuan Qing caught a glimpse of a person's face, which was very similar to himself.

He asked dumbly: "This is?"

Liu Zimeng smiled sadly and said, "His name is Lianliusuo, and he was also in your previous life. Don't you understand it now? It's destiny that I fall in love with you."

Fate is destined, this sentence sounds so simple, only she knows what a price to pay for this simple sentence, she has never made a choice, she cannot choose her own life, and cannot resist the paths that have been designed for her.

How could he understand her helplessness, her determination.

She looked at the stunned Xuan Qing, and smiled miserably, "You will know the story later, and it's not too late to make a choice then."

The picture continued to move, when a red light appeared in the sky, those people in the picture who were standing in the dark on the Xuanxiao Hall held their breath, waiting nervously for something.

When the sky turned into a dazzling red, those reds seemed to be the color of blood flowing out of the chest as if it was gradually being torn apart. While everyone was waiting anxiously, a woman slowly appeared from the crack in the sky.

The picture gradually approached her, and I saw that the woman was wearing a red skirt that dragged the floor, looking exquisite and graceful.It's just that the red color makes the sky more bloody, and against the earth, it seems to herald what is about to happen.

The woman's long and fine black hair is lazily held in a hosta, letting the blue hair on her shoulders flutter in the wind. The porcelain-like skin makes the purple eyes more seductive and weird. The eyelashes are long and thick, like The cattail fan is generally slightly curled.

Everyone in the Xuanxiao Hall was stunned, some were surprised by the woman's peerless face, some were because the demon god was born just like this, and the battle of annihilation was inevitable.

"The demon god, the demon god was born..."

Everyone looked at her in horror.

She looked at the crowd from above and smiled. Yes, she is the demon god with the power to destroy the world... Liu Zimeng.

The most beautiful woman in the Six Realms is also the most ruthless and cruel woman.

The woman in red slowly glanced at the crowd with disdain, but fixed her eyes on a man in white, the corners of her mouth were raised slightly imperceptibly, revealing a smile, so beautiful, so beautiful, so refreshing dizzy.

Everyone in Xuanxiao Palace didn't understand why she was smiling, or the meaning of her smile at the moment, secretly guessing that she was laughing at their overreaching?Or is it a prelude to a massacre?Thinking of this, everyone held their breath and fixed their eyes on her nervously.

The man in white slowly shifted his eyes to him, but the eyes were cold, without a trace of warmth or emotion.

Xuan Qing outside the screen was so shocked that he couldn't add anything, he recognized those people in the screen, if... if... all this is true, then Liu Zimeng didn't lie to him, they knew each other in the last life.

The man in white in the picture spoke slowly, without any warmth or emotion in his voice: "Liu Zimeng, if your heart and soul are captured, you are willing to be trapped at the bottom of the East China Sea, and your life and the common people in this world can be saved."

Liu Zimeng looked at him condescendingly, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, she repeated his words, did not answer his words, but simply repeated what the man said, as if only in this way could she better understand the meaning of the words .

Hearing what the man in white said, the crowd in the Xuanxiao Hall exploded, and someone shouted: "Shangxian, this demon god can't be kept, this woman has a weird personality and is moody, keeping her will bring disaster to the Six Realms of."

"Yes, Shangxian, I can't keep this person. If it's not my race, its heart must be different."

"Shangxian, we have already planned to fight with our backs, even if we are smashed to pieces, we will die together with her."

"Forehead……"

The handsome man in white furrowed his brows slightly, his cold eyes swept across the crowd, and the discussion among the crowd stopped abruptly. I don't know if he was shocked by his eyes or attracted by his extraordinary appearance and forgot about the environment he was in. .

Liu Zimeng just looked at the white-clothed man in front of him, suddenly there was a trace of confusion in his eyes, but this confusion was fleeting, leaving only endless coldness.

No one knows what she is thinking, they are just ants in her eyes, if she exerts light force, they will be dead.

Suddenly, she remembered that many, many years ago, when she first saw him, he was still wearing the same spotless white clothes that covered the light of the sky and the earth, and the exquisite patterns made of silver threads on the plain white robes were blown in the night wind. It flows slowly, and the tassels hanging on the waist make the man appear more elegant, but I secretly look at him behind the small carved window, looking at his astonishing appearance, but revealing a calm but profound expression. look.

That night, the evening wind blew, not only the fluttering of his clothes, but also the blood-colored peach petals flying like rain, these petals all over the sky were floating in her heart like a dream.

It turns out that the memories about the past have never been forgotten for a moment, they are just suppressed by herself in the bottom of her heart forcibly. It turns out that those memories about him have already been unknowingly engraved on her heart like a sharp knife. , never erased.

But with these beautiful memories, can all love and hatred be let go?

Shangguanqing's fate, Yun Ting's hundred-year-old skill was exhausted, and the child who died before he was born?Can all of this really be let go like this?The beauty of that encounter could not withstand the swords and swords and bloody storms that followed. The original beauty and innocence are now only mottled afterimages, suggesting that the beauty of the past has disappeared.

She laughed, because she suddenly understood that it turned out that everything was wrong from the very beginning.

The misplacement of fate made them meet, but it couldn't match everything that was destined. At this moment, she couldn't turn back, and there was no way to turn back.

All of this was caused by that person alone. Didn't she already hate him to the core?On that rainy night, she lost her last trace of warmth. From then on, she swears to God that all of this must be repaid by that person double.

Liu Zimeng's smile was even brighter, her tassels danced lightly, her red figure was like a dream, her bright red thin lips parted slightly and she said, "What if I say no?"

Dressed in white, Lian Liushuo's eyes suddenly dimmed, but he covered up the dimness in an instant, and his voice was still as cold as usual: "Why are you so stubborn."

"Why bother to be so persistent, it turns out that the last sentence he gave her was why you are so persistent.

She gave him so much, he never wanted it, and in the eyes of that person, what he gave was a kind of superfluity, a kind of obsession.

She hates it so much.

Hate his ruthlessness, hate his heartlessness.

Well, this is his choice, so don't blame her.

In this world, the sentient beings of these six generations, she will decide, she wants them to be buried for herself and for those who died.

"If you give me a hug, can I think about it?"

Liu Zimeng's jade-like fingers brushed her jet-black long hair, and the purple around her body became heavier and heavier.It was she who gave him the last chance of redemption. Even though he wanted his own life, she still had some expectations in her heart. As long as she answered, even if she was trapped at the bottom of the East China Sea and never saw the sun again, Just thinking about the warmth of this humble and compassionate embrace is enough, and she will not regret today's choice even if she lives in life, even if the sea is dry and rocks are rotten.

As soon as the words fell, there was a new commotion in the crowd. Someone was yelling: "The witch is shameless. She actually said such a thing to a man in the hall. I really don't know the word shame..."

"How can the Immortal allow you to be defiled by monsters..."

"Forehead……"

She didn't understand why Lian Liushuo gave up on herself and guarded this group of sanctimonious and hypocritical common people. The act of father killing brother.And I have never done this before, I just want to simply love someone and simply be with this person, but why are there so many people blocking and accusing?
Lian Liushuo looked at her in mid-air, looked at her face, met her eyes, she used to have a clear mind, as if looking at her eyes knew what she was thinking, but now she couldn't see anything No, there was only a cold sense of killing, after all, he hurt her too deeply.

The screen changed suddenly, a woman in white suddenly flashed out from behind Liu Zimeng, You Lan outside the screen exclaimed, at this moment Liu Zimeng's face was still indifferent, as if it wasn't her but a stranger.

But Liu Zimeng never looked back, her purple eyes quietly looked at a person, that person was Lianliusuo, she seemed to be persistently waiting for something.

But as Lian Liushuo's gaze moved away from her face, something in those purple eyes began to collapse, gradually turning into ice-cold.

There was a flash of silver light, and the sword of the man behind him had penetrated deeply into Liu Zimeng's body.

(End of this chapter)