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Chapter 49 I am not at ease, all living beings are buried!

When Liu Yueyu saw Huadan, the cause and effect were instantly clear, but she didn't talk nonsense, but went forward bravely, fighting Huadan with every move.

Her idea is to be absolutely invincible, go forward indomitably, recommend Xuanyuan with blood, and believe that she is sure to win!
What a tenacious and terrible thought.

Suddenly, Hua Dan, who was held in the claws of the dragon, smiled strangely and turned into wisps of blue smoke.

The green smoke went in all directions, transforming into countless beauties, all of them with delicate looks, rouge lips and rouge tears, making them look coy and charming.

"What a female war goddess. It really makes the slave family fall in love. It's just a pity. It's a pity..."

At the end of her speech, Hua Dan lowered her head, seeming to hide the sadness in her heart.

"It's a pity, but it will take thousands of kalpas to move forward in the endless world..."

Sikong's pupils shrank, and he almost immediately understood Huadan's meaning, and immediately imposed on Liu Yueyu the idea of ​​not falling into the mundane world. Who knew that Huadan's eyes revealed a cold light, and the powerful idea shrouded Sikong and Liu Yueyu.

"One believes that he will never die, and the other believes that he will move forward indomitably. Since your obsessions cannot be destroyed, then let's be exiled together in the reincarnation with no end!"

Hua Dan laughs, sometimes she turns into a rotten corpse, sometimes she turns into a cute little girl, thousands of thoughts move with her heart, and every thought is firm and unmoved.

For Sikong and Liu Yueyu, the most steadfast obsessions in their hearts are immortality and going forward bravely. Just speaking of these two thoughts, their firmness is no less firm than Huadan.

But other thoughts are far inferior.

Sikong and Liu Yueyu adhered to their most steadfast beliefs, like rocks in the raging sea, but after struggling for a while, they fell into the cycle of reincarnation imposed on them by Huadan.

In this life, Sikong was the owner of a rouge shop, and he often wandered among the flowers. Every time there was a new kind of rouge, it would attract countless famous ladies and princesses to come and try it.

He has seen too many beauties, some are as soft as water, as cold as ice, or as passionate as fire, and even many plain-looking women, after applying his rouge, will be beautiful like flowers, as if reborn, changed Like a face.

He was tired and felt like seeing all the women in the world.

But that day, he met her.

On Chang'an Avenue, she rode a war horse with an iron bit, triumphantly making a triumphant return, and behind her were tens of thousands of bloody soldiers.

Countless people cheered, rituals were held in her honor, and the emperor was also waiting in the palace.

Amidst the clattering of horseshoes, Sikong saw her starry eyes and blood-stained battle robe.

So, he fell into her eyes.

He wandered outside her mansion day by day, but was beaten out by the guards of the mansion time and time again.

She is a heroic general and does not need pink rouge. If she really needs some kind of rouge, it must be the blood of the enemy.

She has made great achievements repeatedly, suppressed the border barbarians, forged ahead for the kingdom, and seized a large amount of territory.

But he didn't want to give up, he spent all his wealth, cleared his joints, used a personal favor, and finally got a chance.

One, the opportunity to visit her in prison.

Because, one day, when she made great achievements and attracted the emperor's fear, she finally took off her battle robe and was convicted of an unwarranted crime.

She put on shackles, prison uniform, and black hair, and lived in an underground cell in the dark and infested with rats.

He met her in the cell.

But she was still aloof, and she didn't pretend to talk to him. Suddenly, she said to him: "Are you willing to do anything for me?"

He was overjoyed and said with great joy, "Of course!"

"Then let me out."

So, she put on her war robe again, fled overnight, and left in the sky full of stars, her heroic appearance still valiant.

But he put on a prison uniform, put on shackles, and sat on the weeds where she had sat.

Because, before she left, she said to him: "I need to explain to the world."

So, he died for her.

"The time has come, behead!"

A torch was thrown at his feet, he raised his messy hair and blood-stained head, and saw countless people watching him.

Pointing and talking, people all looked indifferent, what's more, they were holding steamed buns and staring at themselves eagerly.

Greed for the blood in his body.

Is she just going forward for them?
When the broadsword slashed down, he felt his body light up and the world gradually faded away.

But instead he heard countless terrified screams, and the crowd seemed to be in a commotion.

He was puzzled, and saw his body standing up unsteadily, walking towards him step by step.

He held his head in his arms with both hands. He saw the horror on everyone's faces, and saw many children being trampled under the feet of adults in the panic of pushing and shoving.

Crying, screaming, and fear came one after another.

"It turns out that I am immortal?"

So, he held his head and walked down the platform, step by step through the crowd, the blood from the severed head flowed into a stream following his steps.

He didn't know how long he had walked along this way.

On the way, he met ordinary people and regarded them as monsters, some who were afraid of them, and some who threw stones and branches at others.

I met a knight in the rivers and lakes, regarded him as a different kind, and cut him with a knife, intending to eliminate harm for the people, but he couldn't die.

After being dismembered and dismembered again and again, he stood up again, recovering from his injuries, holding the head alone.

The knights were also frightened, and fled away one after another.

I have met a legendary immortal who said he was the 'Chi You Demon Physique'. People in the righteous way regarded him as a demonic gu and suppressed it, and people in the way of the devil regarded him as a genius who would not appear in thousands of years and protected him.

But in the end, everyone was disappointed.

He has no celestial roots, and his aptitude is low, so he can only die.

Immortal waste?
The immortal also shook his head, but he fell into doubt.

Immortal?Why do I want to live so much? It seems that there is still a very important thing that has not been completed.

But I am just the owner of a rouge shop.

Suddenly one day, he heard a piece of news.

There was a heroic and strange woman who overthrew a thousand-year-old country with tens of thousands of cavalry.

Time passed day by day, but he still did not die, wandering in this world.

And she, going forward indomitably, laid down one dynasty after another, and her territory expanded rapidly.

The spring breeze is green a few degrees, and the stars are falling.

He has seen the vicissitudes of the sea and the changes of the stars. In the world, there are legends about his immortality.

And she was still galloping on the battlefield, moving forward indomitably, conquering a kingdom, and then discovered that there was another country in the distance; conquering a vast ocean, only to discover that there was a fairy lake beyond the vast ocean.

never ending.

Is it really meaningful to be immortal without an end, to go forward without an end?

One day, he stopped suddenly because she was standing in front of him.

She still looked the same, wearing a war robe, riding a saddle, with short hair shoulder length, and a heroic figure.

However, there are tens of thousands of soldiers behind her, marching.

"Aren't you going forward indomitably? Why are you back again?"

With his head held in his arms, he looked at her quietly, without love or hate, only inquiries.

Time is enough to erase all the heartbeats, leaving only myself.

"I have never looked back, neither before nor now. The kingdom in front of me is the journey on my way forward."

She tightened the reins to slow down the speeding horse's hooves, but she didn't stop.

She still needs to move forward.

He got out of the way and watched her go forward bravely into the distance, while he himself stayed where he was.

"Going forward without end will eventually return to the original point; immortality without end will eventually forget why you started."

"It turns out that what I want is freedom."

He slowly put his head on his neck, and the memories of this life settled in his mind, producing splendor and sweetness.

His thoughts changed silently, and his immortality gradually faded away.

He looked at the endless sky, and seemed to see the appearance of a pretty woman.

He suddenly laughed wildly, recklessly, regardless of the flood behind him——

"When I am not at ease, all living beings are buried!"

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