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The moment he stepped in, his feet suddenly sank. Fortunately, Fang had rich experience in picking up relics and had expected it. He pulled Meng Mingchao to hold his breath, looked around nervously, and did not let go.

Meng Ming looked at him with an unspeakable smile in his eyes.

The split entrance behind him disappeared, and when he looked down, there was...an ordinary small thatched cottage in the mountains.

It is not a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, nor is it a place of evil spirits. There are only three thatched huts and an orchard, surrounded by bamboo fences, and the gate of the courtyard is hidden. He clucked and yelled brazenly.

The mist in the mountains has not cleared, the morning breeze wakes up everything, and the smoke rises from the kitchen. Everything is so ordinary that it cannot be more ordinary.

Fang Shiyi and Meng Mingchao were stunned, a little confused about the situation.

I expected that I would face countless murderous opportunities when I came in, but I didn't expect that it would be such a scene of people in the mountains, there is no murderous look around, but so peaceful that people can't help but breathe lightly, for fear of breaking this quiet beauty.

This is not an illusion.

Illusions are born from the heart, mainly to confuse and seduce, and are closely related to the hearts of those who enter the illusion.

But both Fang Suyi and Meng Mingchao were confused by this scene and had no impression.

Just as he was thinking about it, suddenly there was a burst of bang bang sound from below, and there was a bit of burnt smell lingering in the cooking smoke. There was a "crash", probably splashing water to extinguish the fire.

The woman's smiling voice sounded: "Ah, look at you, your face is ashen..."

And vocals?

Fang Shiyi came back to his senses, noticed that he was still holding hands with Meng Mingchao, and retracted his fingertips in embarrassment: "Go down and have a look."

Meng Ming lowered his long eyelashes, and unconsciously hooked his fingertips, as if he still had the body temperature of the people around him.He felt a little pity, but he didn't say much, he made a concealment formula, and followed Fang to pick up the lost things.

As soon as the two landed on the ground, two figures came out of the room—to be exact, the tall one was half supporting and half hugging the short one. The thick black smoke in the room had disappeared.

The woman who was being supported said helplessly: "Let's say I'm coming, look, how many times has our house burned this month?"

With the movement of her head tilted when she spoke, Fang Shiyi saw her face clearly.

It was a very beautiful woman, with curved willow eyebrows, a complexion that was snowier than snow, beautiful and soft features, and red lips with a smile. People can't help but feel good.

Although she was saying reproachful words, her face was still very gentle, with her hands resting on her waist, and her lower abdomen bulged slightly.

The man next to him was quite tall and dressed in ordinary clothes, but he couldn't hide his noble aura. His facial features were extremely handsome, and the inadvertent angles of his eyes and brows were quite sinister, but when he saw the woman in front of him, he was full of hidden hostility. All were suppressed.

He wiped the black soot on his face nonchalantly, and smiled softly: "How can I make you tired."

The two of them didn't notice Fang Shiyi and Meng Mingchao at all, and sat in the yard talking to themselves.The man carefully supported the woman to sit down, and the woman gave him a sidelong glance: "If I'm not tired, eating what you cook will be even more tiring."

The man's face froze, and he said resentfully: "I didn't know... going to the kitchen is actually more difficult than practicing."

After saying a few more words, the woman took out the veil, carefully wiped off the black ash on his face, and sighed softly: "It's all because of my poor talent, I can't live without food, I'm tired of worrying you all day..."

"I'm going to get angry if I say such things again," the man said, but his eyes were smiling, he stood obediently and let her wipe his face, bent down to her protruding belly, put his ears on her, pretending to be serious , "Xue Niang, he kicked you, you see, our son doesn't agree with you saying such things."

"I see the sky says son son, if it's a daughter, don't you like it?"

"I can see it." The man was wronged to death, "he is a brat! I want a good daughter, preferably like you."

The woman smiled and nodded his forehead.

Fang Shiyi stroked his chin and wandered around the two of them, watching them chatting as if no one else was there. After watching for a long time, he finally understood: "...is this the memory of the demon king?"

A hundred years after his soul was scattered and his body died, the memory that existed in the deepest part of the sea of ​​consciousness was still deeply imprinted in his body, affecting the people who entered here.

I don't know if I should feel sorry for the power of the big demon, or for this deep feeling.

Meng Mingchao's expression was strange for some reason, he stared intently at the man's face, and did not respond.

Fang Shiyi raised his eyebrows, took out the broken fan leisurely, and lifted Meng Mingchao's chin: "Little friend, although he looks good, you don't have to stare so closely, right? He is one of the rare handsome men in the world." Your brother is standing next to you."

"..." Meng Mingchao couldn't help but laugh, "Brother, don't flirt."

Fang Shiyi: "I used to tease you like this when you were young."

"Now I'm grown up."

Fang Shiyi curled his lips: "I'm still a kid."

While talking, the man got into the kitchen again.

Fang Shiyi lowered his eyes to see the woman named Xue Niang humming a little tune, holding her cheeks and looking at the busy people inside, her eyes were gloomy, and after a while, she said in a low voice: "There are rumors in the world that marrying a big monster The girl is charming and gorgeous, shameless, not a good thing. But the human race and the monster race hate each other, will they really be together sincerely? Besides, the big monster is the supreme monster of the monster race, how could he like a woman with low spiritual power, so this relationship is extremely popular. people hate."

After a pause, Fang Shiyi said softly: "But since he left this memory, it must be the most precious thing."

If it wasn't the deepest impression in my life, how could I remember such trivial things clearly.

This memory is like the scenery in the mountains for many years, peaceful and leisurely, without killing intent or waves.

Therefore also cannot find the breach that jumps out.

Fang Shiyi and Meng Mingchao had to sit quietly and watch the most profound memory left by the rumored murderous Evil Jiao.

And these memories are almost all related to this Xue Niang.

The demon king's name is Xuanjiao. He hides his identity and pretends to be an ordinary monk. After becoming a Taoist couple with Xueniang, he lives in seclusion in this mountain to practice.

Xue Niang is indeed lacking in talent and spiritual power. As her body gets heavier, her energy gradually becomes weaker and she becomes more and more lethargic.

The demon king became more and more restless, and the anxiety in his heart was transmitted to Fang Shiyi and Meng Mingchao's hearts with the spreading of memory. They could almost hear his heartfelt voice - whether human's frail body can withstand the domineering pressure of the demon race? blood?

Is this child a gift from God, or a catastrophe?

The excitement of becoming a father for the first time gradually faded, and all kinds of anxiety came with it.Worried about Xueniang's difficulty in giving birth, Xuanjiao is already dissatisfied with the ordinary tonics at home, and often goes out to look for spiritual things... Even if the child cannot be kept, he still wants Xueniang to be well.

The monster race is much more sensitive to the treasures of heaven and earth than the human race, and Xuanjiao never restrains himself in doing things. He blatantly digs up elixir and kills spirit beasts, and is soon noticed by a group of monks who are hunting for treasures. I saw the scene where he transformed from a human into a dragon and flew into the clouds.

——This kind of demon clan that can change form has not been seen for hundreds of years, and a little flesh and carapace is a treasure.

Besides, he has collected so many spirit objects.

That team of treasure-hunting cultivators became greedy, but it was a pity that the Xuanjiao came and went without a trace, and it was impossible for them to catch it.

Xuanjiao also disdains to care about with a few lowly human races.

However, I don't know if it was God's will, not long after, the group of treasure-hunting monks followed the compass and came to the mountain where Xuanjiao and Xueniang lived in seclusion. Seeing this family, they came to ask for directions.

If it wasn't for the fear of Xueniang being lonely, Xuanjiao could actually use spells to make people never find this place.

The moment they opened the door, those monks saw Xuanjiao and Xueniang in the courtyard.

Xuanjiao is the youngest among all the big monsters. Although he was vicious in the fierce battle with the human race thousands of years ago, he did not have the mind of the human race.

He didn't even bother to look at those people, he concentrated on watering Xueniang's favorite flowers in the courtyard, and didn't notice the strange expressions of those people at all.

As Xueniang was getting closer to giving birth, Xuanjiao went out more and more frequently. When he went out for the last time, he put up a protective barrier and told Xueniang not to leave the yard, but to leave as usual.

He heard that there is a kind of divine grass in Beihai, and he wants to pick it back.

Xuan Jiao only left for two days.

When I came back... Xue Niang was gone.

Xueniang was tricked out by those monks.

She was already soft-hearted and had no defense against others. The few monks wandered in the mountains for many days, and some of them looked at the kind-hearted female nuns pretending to be injured, and asked Xue Niang to give some wound medicine and some water to drink.

They used her sympathy to trick her out, and then put a sword around her neck, forcing her to remove the barrier in the courtyard and hand over all the natural materials and earthly treasures collected by Xuanjiao.

Those things are very common to Xuanjiao, and when they came back, they used all kinds of strange techniques to refine them for Xueniang to eat, and there was nothing left.

Xue Niang hurriedly said that there was no more, they didn't believe it.

Xueniang said that she couldn't untie the barrier, but they didn't believe it either.

Seeing Xueniang clutching her chubby belly in embarrassment, those people yelled "disgusting", "traitor", "a human race, to do such a thing with the monster race", and shouted "I will do justice for the sky today", In her tearful pleading, a sword pierced through her heart, shattering her soul.

Feeling that it was not enough to relieve her anger, she kicked her in the stomach a few more times. In the banner of justice, after trying, she couldn't break the restriction outside the courtyard, so she left unwillingly.

It was probably because Xuanjiao Husai's pile of spiritual grass and spirit flowers had an effect, Xueniang still hung her last breath and did not swallow it.

Xuanjiao found the divine grass in the North Sea, and felt a little uneasy for no reason, so he didn't stop any longer, and hurried back to see this scene.

——In the cold winter, the stone steps are covered with frost, and those frost flowers are blood red.His Xueniang lay silently on her side on the icy ground, her face was haggard and lifeless, her thin finger bones protruded, and she clutched her stomach tightly.

Xuanjiao's brain exploded with a bang.

It is rumored in the world that the big demon was born with Tianze, so he has no heart, no desire, no good and no evil, so he is strong, powerful and omnipotent.

At that moment, Xuanjiao felt that the sky had fallen.

He was like a mortal, with a sense of coolness in his hands and feet, he hugged Xueniang in a panic, stroked her face and temples, wiped away the coagulated blood, stuffed elixir into her mouth, and desperately infused her with spiritual energy, just like a child Weeping loudly: "Xue Niang, look at me, open your eyes and look at me!"

But it was all in vain.

Whatever she did, Xueniang leaned against his arms silently, motionless, and fell asleep forever.

His tears fell in big drops, onto Xueniang's face, and slowly slid down, the warm tears were no different from ordinary people.

Fang Shiyi couldn't bear to look away, his heart was so heavy that he couldn't breathe.

The book said that the monster clan has no feelings, and the monster cubs born in the same litter will eat their own siblings and even their parents in order to survive.

Do Yaozu really have no feelings?

Xuanjiao was stunned for a while and shed tears, as if remembering something, he bit his finger, and used magic to recall everything that happened here.

Seeing those monks righteously shouting slogans to kill the innocent Xueniang, he suddenly let out a sharp and stern cry, and tears rolled out of his eyes.

Did he kill Xueniang?No, it's those greedy and insufficient things.

But there were also his faults.

That drop of blood and tears aroused Xueniang's last lingering anger, she barely opened her eyes, and called angrily: "Xuanjiao..."

She wanted to raise her hand to touch his face and tell him not to cry, but she couldn't even do this.The remaining spiritual power locked a bit of her soul in the body, and this body had been dead for a long time.

Xuanjiao held her hand tremblingly, regardless of the blood and mud stains on it, covered his face with it, choked up: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"I don't blame you," Xue Niang's voice became even softer, almost only her lips were squirming, "I, I knew you were not a human race, but I... like you so much..."

She said, showing a faint smile: "I was originally just a servant with low spiritual power in a small family... It's great to meet you, really, don't cry, Xuanjiao..."

The great demon's grief resonated with the heavens and the earth, and the rain fell without knowing when, and the look in Xueniang's eyes slowly dissipated.She struggled for two days, just waiting to say the last few words to Xuan Jiao.

In the end, she moved her lips with infinite nostalgia. Looking at the shape of her lips, she was talking about children.

Her cultivation base was low, she was killed so cruelly, and before she died, her soul almost disappeared without a trace.

Xuanjiao's bones were chilling.

He clearly realized that he... the hateful one, who lived the same life as the world, would never see her again for the rest of his long life.

Fang Shiyi watched helplessly as the demon king with unfathomable cultivation coughed and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The big demon is not a kind person. Thousands of years ago, he was the main force of the demon clan on the battlefield. He was cruel and merciless. When he woke up after being sealed for more than a thousand years, his cold blood was so cold that it could be warmed by Xue Niang and froze back.

Xuanjiao hugged Xueniang tightly, and wanted to stand up, when he suddenly noticed a slight movement of the child in her belly.

He froze for a moment, with madness in his eyes, he cut open Xueniang's stomach with his own hands, and carried the child out.

The child with half of the great demon's blood survived tenaciously, crying quietly, looking at the blood-stained father and mother with wide eyes, as if he knew everything before he was born.

Xuanjiao hid the small courtyard with countless memories, kept Xueniang's body in an ice coffin, and put it under the ice layer in the far north.

Before leaving, he kissed her forehead lightly, and whispered softly: "Xue Niang, wait for me."

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This article was very difficult to write in the later stage, and it has collapsed. Children who read the article should be able to see that I am still too anxious and lack of ability. I originally planned to revise the full text after the end, check for gaps and make up for omissions, and fill in regrets. I did not expect Jinjiang Suddenly, after looking at the number of chapters, I think the dream of writing has become very far away. After writing more than 100 chapters, one chapter revision plus repeated revisions will cost about 1 moonstones, which may not be enough. It's too far away, really, it's better to do it now...

I'm sorry everyone, in order not to make this article longer and more difficult to modify, I plan not to apply for the list in the future, and write while editing.

The pit will not be pitted, but it will be very, very slow.

Readers who mind please comment in the comments, I will send you a red envelope (I only receive half of Jinjiang’s cut, I’m sorry), and Jinjiang’s red envelope will also be deducted, so you can also private message me and refund it to you, I’m really sorry, the plan It was completely disrupted, or because of the dumbfounding reason of restricting revision ==

There are four chapters in the manuscript for the past few days. I will double-update them today. After sending out these four chapters, I will start editing and writing. I have to save moonstones. I am so tired otz

Really very very very sorry