The male god of quick time travel, give me face

Chapter 1093 The Origin (87)

The color of the blood was as thick as ink, Yan Yao took a silver needle from the needle bag and put it in the pool of blood, when she picked it up, the tip of the needle did not change color.

Putting down the needle, Yan Yao felt her own pulse, and there was no abnormality in the pulse, so she felt relieved.

After cleaning up the blood, Yan Yao changed into a bib and put it on, opened the door of the room and went to the front hall to get busy.

Without lunch, Yan Yao was so busy that she got hungry at sunset, so she closed the door ahead of time and went to the kitchen to make food.

Entering the kitchen, the boy in black was still squatting on the ground with his legs crossed. Yan Yao glanced at him, and her face flushed slightly when she remembered what happened before.

She opened her mouth to say something, but the boy in black suddenly raised her head, and her slightly red and swollen eyes came into view, making her swallow everything back, and finally said, "Are you okay?"

After finishing speaking, Yan Yao spurned herself in her heart, obviously she suffered a disadvantage, but now it seems that she has bullied Qingjue.

The red eyes of the black-clothed boy and the aggrieved look in his eyes really looked like he was being bullied.

The boy in black probably didn't want others to see him in such an embarrassing state. He lowered his head and said softly, "I'm sorry for scaring you."

He was too aggressive before noon.

At this moment, Yan Yao was asked to say forgiveness, but she couldn't say it out, so she could only change the subject, "I'm hungry, I'll cook."

The boy in black nodded, leaned against the wall and got up to go out.

In the following time, the two of them had a tacit understanding and did not mention the kiss, and everything went on as usual.

Half a year later, Father Yan suddenly got idle and asked Yan Yao to pack her things.

Yan Yao didn't know what Father Yan was going to do, she looked at her old father in confusion, "Father, why are you packing up all of a sudden?"

Father Yan frowned and sighed, "National mourning, Your Majesty is your uncle, and you, as His Majesty's canonized princess, need to go to Beijing to attend the mourning."

"Oh." Yan Yao didn't continue to ask, but went back to her room to pack her things.

She only had two sets of clothes, and she didn't have any jewelry, makeup, Fenluozidai, and these messy things were quickly tidied up.

Carrying the burden on her back, she went out and saw a black-clothed boy standing at the door, Yan Yao stopped, "I'm going to Beijing to wear mourning, do you want to come with me?"

The black-clothed boy didn't ask for any mourning, but just shook his head, "I'm going to the fairy world to find something, and I'll go to you when I find it?" Before, because Yan Yao didn't want to practice, he secretly gave her spiritual power , Only then did he realize that she had no spiritual roots at all, and he was going to find plastic root flowers for her.

When she has a spiritual root, maybe she will be willing to practice.

Yan Yao didn't know how long the black-clothed boy was going to go, but she suddenly wanted to leave, she couldn't bear to part with it, she ran forward and hugged him, "Then it's settled, you must come back."

Maybe she didn't understand the relationship between a man and a woman before. After staying together for a long time, she would miss her when she couldn't see her. Only then did she understand her own feelings.

She likes him, wants to live forever, and wants to be together for a long time.

Because of you, no matter how boring this day is, everything is alive.

The black-clothed boy's hands froze in the air, he didn't know where to put them, the woman's fragrance rushed into his lungs, he felt his heart beating fast, and his body regained vitality.

After so long, she was finally willing to respond to herself.

The smile on the boy's face couldn't be stopped, and he also put his arms around Yan Yao, "I will come back, and when the time comes, I will marry you with red makeup."

The wind is very good, the scenery is very good, and the two people embracing under the tree are even more beautiful.

Luo Xing quietly acts as a bystander, and then the scene changes, the black-clothed boy is covered in blood in the lower realm, avoiding pursuit again and again, and finally arrives at Yan Yao's grave.

The white marble stone tablet is quietly engraved with the words 'The tomb of Princess Yan Yao of Chang'an and the establishment of her father Yan Yan'.

Behind the stele is a small soil bag, where his beloved girl is buried.

In order to prevent someone from robbing the tomb, Yan's father didn't put any burial objects. He would come on time every day to burn paper money, so that his precious daughter would not be short of money when she got there. She had a reputation of being rich during her lifetime, but she had no actual wealth. I will give it to her no matter what after death.

The black-clothed boy pinched his palm tightly, allowing the blood to slip from his hand, "She... how did she get away?"

Father Yan looked at the tombstone, put the paper money into the fire one by one, closed his eyes for a long time, tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes, "On the way back, I suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, and my health has been worsening day by day since then, it's useless for me to practice medicine Thirty years, but I don't know what happened to her. Her pulse is so strong, so healthy. She grew up to 17 years old. She has suffered many injuries, big and small, but she has never been sick, and she has never had a cold. She was healthy and sunny, why did she suddenly fail?"

Father Yan scratched his hair as he spoke, "I'm sure she wasn't poisoned. In order to save her life, I even asked for a fairy medicine, but nothing worked. She left anyway, in my arms. , the body is getting cold bit by bit, why...why wasn't I the one who died?"

Father Yan was sobbing, the black-clothed boy trembled, and suddenly sat down on the ground.

Ancient memories suddenly flooded his mind, and the curse lingered in his mind.

'The one who is close to the one he likes will not end well'!
Yan Yao died because of herself, because of her love, because of her closeness!
This...how is it possible!

The boy in black suddenly raised his head to the sky and howled, his eyes turned scarlet. He took out the flying sword and flew up to the sky, drawing wounds in the void.

In the shaking of the sky and the earth, mountains and seas capsized.

Later, because the boy in black destroyed the mortal world and caused countless undead in the mortal world, he was suppressed and sealed by a group of immortals who were above the level of immortal kings.

Luo Xing woke up from her sleep, her face was full of tears, she didn't dare to think about everything she saw in the dream, how much he must have suffered alone for such a long time.

She didn't know until now that the person she loved so dearly was once bestowed with scars by this world.

Luoxing was hurt for a while, and thought of Wenchen.

Ask Chen and the black-clothed boy in the dream that he looks different, and he is not only one year older every ten thousand years. Does it mean that he has broken the curse of eternal loneliness?
No one has given Luo Xing the answer to this question so far, so she sorted out her mood and took a good rest before letting Shenmu open the protection.

Getting up from the Shenmu, Luo Xing took the Shenmu into the Lingfu space, walked to Wenchen and sat down.

Wen Chen was meditating, and there seemed to be some gloom in his brows.

Luo Xing stretched out his hand, stroking Wen Chen's eyebrows with his slender fingers, as if this could heal the sorrow of his past life.

Wen Chen felt itchy between his brows, opened his eyes, met those vivid eyes, his breathing froze for a moment, "Luo... Luoxing, what's wrong?"

Luo Xing withdrew his hand, and there was a spirit fire bug in his hand, "There is a spirit fire bug flying in front of you, so I came to catch it for fear of disturbing you."

(End of this chapter)