As the boat passed the bridge embankment, the bright moon just hung on the branches.

Liu Shuang picked up a glass of warm wine: "Shaoyou, tell me a story."

He pointed his finger: "What do you want to hear?"

"Everything is fine." Liu Shuang said. Her eyes had lost their sparkle and were not as charming as before. Her little face was buried in the fox fur. It was clear that spring had arrived in the world, but she looked sickly.

Liu Shuang lost her heart, but she still had memories. She didn't know what to do. Listening to Shaoyou's stories seemed to be her wish long ago. This body was like a walking corpse, and she stiffly carried out the obsession in her memory.

Liushuang has been alone for too long, and sometimes she always has the illusion that the path Shaoyou has walked is also the path she should have walked. There are countless romantic affairs among talented people and beauties in the world.

The man in front of her was silent for a long time, telling her a story seriously. His story was not very good, not novel and interesting enough, but Liu Shuang listened very carefully.

By the time he finished speaking, her long eyelashes had been closed.

"Shaoyou" suddenly held her shoulders, his hands were trembling, and the force was so painful that Liu Shuang immediately opened his eyes.

Liu Shuang saw his expression and said softly: "Sorry, I'm a little tired. Shaoyou, I will listen to whatever you say."

"Don't sleep." He said hoarsely, "Don't fall asleep."

"But I'm so tired." Liu Shuang said, "I'm just going to rest for a while. I'll be fine soon."

She didn't get his approval, but she suddenly fell into a cold embrace. He held her so tightly that it almost made her body, which was already on the verge of being broken, ache.

She felt the body hugging her tremble slightly, and wanted to see his face.

"Shaoyou, what's wrong with you?"

He held her head tightly so that she could not see his expression.

Liu Shuang seemed to understand something: "You know I won't live long?"

She smiled softly and raised her hand to touch his head: "It's okay Shaoyou, I'm not very scared, and don't be scared either. Why are you shaking so hard?"

"I didn't." He denied.

The words were fast and cold, and Liu Shuang suddenly thought of another person. She paused for a long time, and suddenly asked: "Shaoyou, where is the safety lock that I left with you a hundred years ago, can you give it to me?"

He only paused for a moment and said, "It's lost."

Liu Shuang opened her sleepy eyes in his arms and stopped talking. The gentleness lingering on her body was gone, and there was a faint chill in the place where he couldn't see it.

Liu Shuang never placed anything on Shaoyou.

He was not Shaoyou. She recognized it, so much so that she took her last breath in her chest and could not swallow it in his arms.

Although Liu Shuang lost the ability to feel joy, she was not stupid. The two of them were so different. She should have known that he was Yan Chaosheng.

But Liu Shuang did not expose him. She resisted her weakness and said to him: "Shaoyou, when it gets daybreak, go and buy me a bunch of candied haws on the other side of the street. I haven't eaten candied haws on a stick for a long time."

He was silent.

"I won't fall asleep, I'll be waiting for you here."

Then he said: "Okay."

As expected, Liu Shuang did not break her promise, holding on tenaciously with one breath and never fell asleep. The first ray of sunlight shone on her pale cheeks, and Yan Chaosheng put her down: "Wait for me, I will be back soon."

Liu Shuang wanted to smile, but she found that her cheeks were stiff and she couldn't smile. She tried to imitate it again, but she had forgotten how to smile. She said, "Okay."

He got off the boat and, in front of her, was afraid that she would see that he did not use the ghost teleportation power.

Liu Shuang slowly sat up and watched him walk away.

She then got off the boat and walked in the opposite direction to him.

Without his protection, the originally clear sky disappeared, and bursts of muffled thunder pressed over Liu Shuang's head, as if they were about to strike down at any moment.

They followed her for several days. Liu Shuang knew long ago that this was her bloodline calamity, but it actually came two months in advance.

Fortunately, she didn't feel any fear, so Liu Shuang untied the fox fur from her body and let it slide off her body. She was wearing a bright red wedding dress, as red as fire.

Liu Shuang knew that she couldn't wait for Shaoyou anymore.

She didn't know what Yan Chaosheng was doing, and she wouldn't think deeply about it now. Her memory told her that she wanted to stay far away from Yan Chaosheng. She would rather die under the thunder than die in his arms.

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Liu Shuang looked at the sky covered with dark clouds and sighed tiredly. Why did he come? It was really troublesome, causing her to drag her exhausted body to leave.

With this idea, Liu Shuang was startled and vaguely remembered the girl who had been waiting for him at Qingcang Mountain day after day. If she saw him and Chi Yuan, she would jump for joy.

But now that he appeared next to her again, she only had these thoughts left.

trouble.

It turned out that the person she wanted to wait for and see was no longer Yan Chaosheng.

There was no one selling candied haws on the other side of the bridge. Yan Chaosheng finally used his magic power to search the crowd, but couldn't find it.

He frowned, and finally grabbed a sweet soup vendor, threw a spiritual stone at him, and said, "Do as I say."

For a long time, the vendor unskillfully prepared a bunch of candied haws on a stick. Before he asked himself to make it again, he had disappeared when he looked up. Along with the unsightly bunch of candied haws, he also disappeared.

When Yan Chaosheng saw the boat, he pursed his lips. After a while, he went over and opened the curtain. Sure enough, there was no one inside.

He lowered his eyelids and saw his own transformed face in the river.

The candied haws fell and the river water dizzy, blurring his expression. Yan Chaosheng was sitting on the bow of the boat, and her cold fragrance still seemed to linger in the air.

Yan Chaosheng knew that it was still too late to set off to pursue him.

But he shouldn't go. He is the monarch of the two realms, feared by all the eight desolates. His magic power is overwhelming and his methods are cruel. And she is just a little fairy grass that has lost its heart.

He was a little out of sorts last night.

He didn't absorb the last bit of the power of Hui Ling from her as he told Wo Jiang, he chose to embrace her out of control.

The ripples in the water spread out in circles. Yan Chaosheng remembered Wo Jiang's words that the Kunlun Jimo clan had never made many mistakes in divination.

Mr. Wojiang said that if he keeps going like this, sooner or later, he will become the co-owner of the Eight Wastelands. There is no need for him to chase a body that has no heart and is about to collapse.

No one would be so stupid as to not be able to distinguish between the two which is more beneficial.

Yan Chaosheng is very sober. For seven hundred years, he has always known what he wants, and he will pay any price for it.

There was a mess waiting for him to deal with in the Ghost Realm, Meng Ji was furious, and the tribe was ready to take action. If he delayed for a moment longer, it would be a waste of time.

Yan Chaosheng stood up and left abruptly. He walked dozens of steps, and thunder roared behind him.

Don't look back, go forward. He heard a voice say this.

If he doesn't look back, he will never regret it, and he will never look back! Since he has never had a crush on her, why bother looking for a broken body again.

Liu Shuang thought for a long time and finally returned to the Blue Wonderland.

She used up the last breath of fairy energy in her chest and stumbled to the lakeside. The girl's figure was reflected in the lake water. She saw that her makeup had been stained and her bun was messy.

Liu Shuang got wet and wanted to dress up more decently.

Jie Lei frantically demonstrated to her in the sky, and she hummed the song her mother taught her. The word heartless reached its peak in her body at this time. She really had no heart, so she could calmly ignore what was coming.

destiny.

The blue lake water was not very clean yet. She had been gone for a few days, but the desolate fairyland had not recovered and was still a lonely scene.

Liu Shuang was satisfied to see the beauty reflected in the water, and thought to herself, it would be nice if it rained.

If there can be a clean and beautiful rain, maybe in a few hundred years, the blue sky will give birth to many little creatures.

Perhaps after hearing her wish, the gods of the Eight Wildernesses really made it rain.

The rain soaked her thin clothes in an instant. She was happy that her wish came true, but she couldn't bear such emotion in her heart.

Raindrops fell into the lake, and she slowly moved to the place where she was born.

Liu Shuang remembered that Grandpa Shu's true form was not far away. When she was born, she was extremely weak, and all the blue creatures tried their best to take care of her.

Grandpa Tree was afraid that the note would be blown by the wind, so the tree crown that covered the sky patiently enveloped her. Unfortunately, they are all gone now.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier. This is a spring rain that can bring vitality, but the thunder above the head is getting more and more ferocious.

A few days ago, they were as thick as a finger, but now they are like giant pythons.

Liu Shuang knew better than anyone else that she could not survive this tribulation thunder. Because even without the tribulation thunder, she would not be able to survive. Her spiritual consciousness was already dead the moment she lost her heart.

It was said that at the last moment, people always like to recall the regrets of their lives. Liu Shuang thought about it for a long time, but she didn't know what she regretted.

Perhaps this life is full of shortcomings, and there is too much blank space in her life, and she will not be able to do anything in the future.

The heavy rain hit her delicate body, and the first thunderbolt struck down with a huge force.

The moment the purple mysterious thunder struck Liu Shuang, her skin was torn apart, her fingers tightly grasped the soil, and she looked towards the blue lake where she had grown up.

In her eyes, this spring rain was extremely beautiful.

Others had at most thirty-six tribulation thunders, but she had ninety-nine and eighty-one tribulation thunders, and each one wanted to tear her body apart. She was obviously so weak, but Heaven thought too highly of her.

Liu Shuang's eyes were blank and her vision gradually blurred. She knew that there would not be a second thunder.

She is going to die.

From the heart to the limbs, there is a slight pain. Fortunately, all the sweetness buried in the memory comes up, and the things I see are all the happy memories of this life.
To be continued...