Xianxia Romance: Three Lives and Three Worlds

287 Chapter 2 Love is deep and lifeless [-]
Liu Zimeng felt that today was destined to be a wonderful day.

Before she could speak, the young man in dark red clothes found a favorite back for him to lean on, and took out a folding fan calmly, then calmly picked up a cup in front of her desk and poured himself a cup of tea The word "polite" doesn't reflect in him at all.

Yun Ting looked at him with a frown, and even Chen Ba, who was dancing around just now, was already looking at the visitor with an expression of surprise on his face.

The man sipped the tea in his hand, raised his eyebrows and asked, "You can live a leisurely life, do you know..."

Liu Zimeng didn't speak, and still drank the tea in her hand.

The man saw that she didn't say anything, and he was not angry at all, so he stopped what he hadn't said. On the contrary, Chen Ba, who was on the side, was aroused by his words, and asked with a sideways brow: "Puppet!" , what is there to say so mysteriously?"

This man in the dark red robe is the Ghost King who lives in Weiyang's Purple Palace... puzzling.

In fact, Chen Ba is not familiar with Puppet, but he is generally rated by the Six Realms in China. Puppet is ruthless and will do anything to achieve his goals. Quite the aura of a hero. Hundreds of years ago, he was crowned a confidante in a rage, bloodbathed Weiyang's Purple Palace, and took the former ghost king's position. Zhengzheng is a bloody person. In this regard, Chen Ba has found the taste of a bosom friend.

"Do you know that because of your bloodbath last time, the Cuiping faction was washed away, and now the fairy world is plotting to use this as an excuse to eradicate the demon world in one fell swoop and wash away the old hatred."

As soon as the puzzling words came out, there was silence everywhere, Chen Ba was so startled that he didn't know what to say for a while, Yun Ting frowned and thought about something.

Liu Zimeng still looked tepid, drank the cup of tea in his hand, raised his eyes for a while and said lightly: "Although there have been no troubles in my demon world for hundreds of years, it is not those who are easy to provoke." Seniors, if the fairy world intends to do this, the demon world will accompany them, besides, haven't they been waiting for a long time?"

I'm afraid they have already thought about this account. In the melee of the six realms, she shouldered the burden of the demon world's survival. At that time, the world changed hands, and the heroes were everywhere. With the power of the demon god in her body, she was naturally promoted as the demon king. In charge of the military power in the demon world, in the fierce battle between the demon world and the fairy world 700 years ago, Liu Zimeng led three thousand elite demon generals outnumbered, and finally had to retreat at the entrance of the enchantment of the demon world. Hundreds of soldiers from the demon world formed a commando team, trying to break through the encirclement of the fairy world to find a way out. Hua Mustu, who was the deputy general at the time, resolutely provoked this big job and became the captain of the commando team. It was a success, leaving Liu Zimeng with the best chance to fight back, and successfully repelled the siege of the fairy world. Liu Zimeng still clearly remembers that day when the dark clouds covered the sky and the roaring sound penetrated the entire wilderness. The wildfires are everywhere, with the momentum of starting a prairie fire, and the corpses are scattered all over the land. Liu Wuqing was born in a peaceful era. Although he has seen bloody killings, he can be regarded as a top notch. He is a hero, but this is the first time for such a tragic scene. Dark smoke and dust filled the sky, and a stick of thick blood, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, devoured the countless few survivors on the battlefield bit by bit. Limbs and limbs piled up like a mountain, and she and the famous warrior in the fairy world, Zhi Mo, faced each other with a sword in his hand.

The wind roared beside her ears, and the blood dripped down from the wound on her body little by little, staining the loess below her body red, holding the ink hanging high with the sword, piercing her in the golden brilliance of the rising sun. With both eyes, a chilling aura surrounds the man's body.

The man said coldly: "Kill."

Watching the soldiers who went from death to life with her fall down one by one, the Immortal Realm's generals were red-eyed one by one, forcing Liu Zimeng to retreat all the way to the top of Luoshui with the rest of his men, where Liu Zimeng was. Zimeng fought desperately to force the ink-holding primordial spirit out of the immortal body, and imprisoned him on the top of Luoshui with a rope of immortality.

All the immortals fled in defeat, and the demon world was preserved.

Very well, in these hundreds of years, she hadn't had time to find them, but they came to her door.

Liu Zimeng came back to her senses. In fact, the Immortal Realm planned to take back the primordial spirit who held ink early in the morning. If she hadn't been guarding the top of Luoshui with the power of a demon god, the immortal realm would have already had a chance to win back the primordial spirit who held ink. Launch a devastating siege.

Since this battle has been planned for a long time, it is inevitable.

People in the world failed her, but they said she failed the people in the world.

Then, that's fine, let everyone in the world be afraid of her and respect her.

Looking around, Liu Zimeng saw the sound of Zongzong's piano continuously pouring out from the small and exquisite pavilion erected by the curtains below the stage, and the tea smoke curled up among the carved beams and painted buildings. Her hands formed a semicircular circle, with The rhythmic light beat on the table, accompanied by the sound of the knock, she sighed slightly, "Puu Huo, you never came to me with a mobilizing force from the Purple Palace, so naturally you didn't make a special trip to inform me of this matter, did you?"

Puppet poured himself a new cup of tea like flowing water, with a secretive smile in his eyes, looking vaguely evil, "I came here to exchange this news for a deal with you."

I haven't seen him for hundreds of years, and he is still so good at calculating. Liu Zimeng sighed a little in her heart, maybe she forgot that her current identity is the king of the demon world, and she is no longer the young and ignorant little girl she used to be. He has his own majesty, and he has his choice, "If you plan to exchange this news for You Lan's news, I'm afraid you will be disappointed."

He smiled, obviously this answer was within his expectations, with a thin look on his face, "I didn't come here to ask you to tell her where she is, I just want to know, how is she doing now?"

How are you?

She also wanted to know about this question.

How are Youlan and Xuanqing doing now?
That day she rescued Xuan Qing who was seriously injured and placed him in Chongyu Mountain, then she found You Lan in the blue sea and entrusted her to take care of Xuan Qing.

On that day, Bihai Floating Life was still the same as when she was trapped. A layer of peach-red clouds surrounded the curling peach blossom forest. It seemed real and unreal, and it was extremely magnificent. The flowers spread in front of a small wooden house, and everything inside was arranged by her own hands according to their former home. Liu Zimeng's fingertips swept over those unstained houses, and the memory was a pool of spring water. Influx, it was her home, her only home.

It used to carry all her good memories, but in the end it was blown away, and the past was gone.

The years are like yesterday, in a trance, she still remembers that night in the night wind, the sweet-scented osmanthus blossomed like rain and snow, and he came from the flowers and the willows, tall and tall, distracted and handsome, looking at her quietly: "You Who is it?"

who are you?

It turned out that after that sentence, she finally covered the whole world for that clear figure that night.

Now, there is neither that person here, nor the original self. Liu Zimeng raised her eyes and looked out of the window. Outside the window, peach trees were clustered with peach trees, forming a swaying sea of ​​three-life flowers. When the wind hits, the slightest sweetness is like the fragrance of honey in the throat, and a lot of peach petals are scattered, and one or two pieces float into the window mortar, and fall in front of her eyes. crying blood...

"This year's peach blossoms are extraordinarily brilliant..."

She turned her head and suddenly saw a white gauze, and she was shocked to see a white gauze covering her body. The breeze in the peach blossoms caused the gauze to fly like a rootless lotus. Like a quiet spring, quietly draped over that person's shoulders, a pair of dark eyes under the slender eyelashes looked at her indifferently, revealing a light and frivolous smile.

She explained her purpose.

You Lan just looked at her quietly like that, she always knew You Lan's temperament was gentle and demure, that's why she chose her, but she didn't expect that You Lan's demeanor was unexpectedly indifferent at this moment, neither annoyed nor happy, just asking She said a word: "Why, why did you choose me?".

She reached out to wipe the petals off the window mortar, turned her head to look at You Lan behind her, and said without any averted eyes: "Because you are in love with the same man as I am."

She smiled lightly, like the peach petals fluttering outside the window, fluttering and falling into the sky.

Youlan doesn't like her, Liu Zimeng knew this from the first time they met, if it wasn't because they fell in love with the same man, how could she help her again.

"Do you still love him?"

You Lan asked in a low voice behind her.

She smiled bitterly, her heart seemed to be eaten away bit by bit, and the beauty of the past was all torn apart: "So what if you love? So what if you don't love? Do you think I can be with him again? ?”

Can he and her be together again?Can she let go of everything in the past?Can all the grievances and hatreds of the past fade away like a wisp of smoke on the Gobi?

Can she let go of the 23 years of Yibai in the floating life in the blue sea, the 32 soul-eating thunders, the abandonment of Xiantai, and the life of Yelv Xiuge?

"Take good care of him, you can use this if necessary." She reached out from her sleeve and took out a blue glass bottle with a golden engraved image of flying wings and wings from the sleeve, and handed it to You Lan.

(End of this chapter)