What are you afraid of?

A month later, the emissary of the demon world came to the heaven to deliver the invitation. Even Shangyang, who had never had anything to do with the demon world, received it. Of course, there was also a copy of Jiuhua.

Ever since he came back from the Temple of War God that day, he has deliberately avoided any memories about Yuan Qie. He has decided that he will never have a relationship with Yuan Qie again, and whether Yuan Qie lives or dies has nothing to do with him.He was imprisoned and humiliated by Yuan Qie like an idiot, stepped into the mud from the clouds by Yuan Qie himself, he treated himself like this regardless of friendship, if he worried about his injury, he would be too despicable.

With this realization, he immersed himself in obscure medical books, and planned his departure at night. He first went to the human world to find Yebai, and then traveled alone after learning the basic survival methods of the human world. By the way , and Rong Shi, he will not be alone...

After just one month, he was even ready to wait for the news of Yuan Qie's death, but he never expected that hearing his name again would be related to the big wedding.

"The strength of your defense here is not even comparable to the palace of the Emperor of Heaven." Feng Yu teased with a smile, and he stuffed a piece of invitation card carved from green bamboo to Jiu Hua, "Take it, your little leopard is getting married."

Jiuhua bit his lip unconsciously, and he said quietly: "What has it to do with me?"

Feng Yu raised his eyebrows and snapped his fingers crisply, and a translucent figure gathered around him like smoke and mist. He had seen it before, and it was a diplomatic envoy from the demon world.

"The king will get married in seven days. For the king, you are his only family member and teacher. He very much hopes that you will be there to witness that moment with his own eyes. He also hopes that the king's wish will be fulfilled by the deer." Demon World The messenger's posture was humble and his tone was gentle, first blocking the words of direct rejection.

On the invitation card in Jiuhua's hand, the tiny characters written on the fragrant bamboo slices were very familiar to him. He held Yuan Qie's hand and taught him to write stroke by stroke, which he never expected Will see again in this case.

"That's the relationship." Feng Yu said, "It's okay, I'll cover you when the time comes, don't be afraid. "

Shangyang looked at him with some dissatisfaction, "Why did he ask you to cover it?"

Feng Yu sneered, turned around, waved his hands unrestrainedly, and left leisurely.

After Feng and left, Jiu Hua remained where he was, his fingers holding the bamboo slice turned white.

After Shangyang muttered "Why is the ghost lingering", he patted Jiuhua's shoulder lightly, "Are you going?"

Jiu Hua's gaze was fixed on the four characters "Yuan Qie's own handwriting". After a long time, he sighed slowly, "I will go."

This is a good thing, no matter what, Yuan chooses to return to the right track, which means that he will no longer pester himself, and those things in the past can be buried here, and he can be freed.

Shangyang glanced at his expression, pretending to be casual and said: "Then I will accompany you. I haven't been to the demon world yet, so you can't leave my side easily."

Putting down the invitation card, Jiuhua turned to look at him for a moment, and said with a smile, "That's natural."

Seven days later, Jiuhua stepped into the royal city again. Looking at the familiar city, his heart was calmer than he imagined.

The construction and development of the city-state also contained his hard work. Seeing that the people of the Yaozu could survive in peace, he didn't worry about it at all.

The demon palace was extremely lively, not only officials and guests from all walks of life, but even common people could enter the palace to witness the king's big day. That scene made the always quiet Shangyang frown frequently.

When they went to the hall where the guests rested, they were blocked by a person.

"Lu Xiang, you are the elder of the king, and you have your exclusive residence. The king has ordered his servants to clean up your previous mansion. Come with me."

Jiuhua remembers him as a confidant, Yanyou, who was excavated from the far and distant border town.Yuanqie's bride is also from his clan.

When Shangyang heard this, his brows darkened, and he stood in front of him silently, as if he was afraid that he would be taken away.

"I'm no longer a deer, and I can't bear such an honor." Jiu Hua said lightly, "I came with the fairy today, how can I go away by myself? I won't go there."

Yan You didn't force her, she stepped aside and said, "Mr. Lu's wish is the most important thing over there."

In the prime minister's mansion, Yuan Qie, who was supposed to be in the Da Hongxi gown, was still wearing the black dark pattern clothes. He was sitting on the couch, pointing his finger on the table absently, his eyes kept on looking at the door.

The door opened, Yuan Qie's eyes lit up, and seeing that only Yan You came in, the excitement sank consciously.

"He didn't say yes."

Although Yuan Qie was depressed, this was also the expected result.

Yan You said again: "The reason is that he can't leave Shangyang Xianjun."

The low table slammed into pieces without warning, and he brushed the sawdust off his legs carelessly, "Did he say that himself?"

Yan You was stunned, "I said it myself. Your Majesty, the imperial physicians have advised you not to use black magic in the near future."

"A table, do I still need to use my demon power?" He picked up a table corner, broke it easily like chopsticks, and said: "Pull Shangyang away, I feel upset when he is around Jiuhua. "

"As ordered."

Yan You withdrew, leaving Yuan Qie alone in the room.He got up and looked at the house he had personally restored to the decoration in his memory, and the details of being here with Jiuhua seemed to be clear.

Jiuhua, do you know how much I miss you?

At night, the demon palace is brightly lit, all the guests move outside the demon palace, and the wedding begins.

The low and distant horn blew, and a red carpet was spread from the threshold of the demon hall to the bottom of the [-] steps. Yuan Qie was dressed in a golden dragon red robe, making him unparalleled in handsomeness, and a pair of light brown pupils set off a happy look. , but like a frozen fire.

Jiuhua was only five steps away from him, and there was still a person between them, but as long as Yuan turned his head, he would definitely be able to see him.

But Yuan didn't. He only watched his bride from the beginning to the end, stretched out his hand to her, held it firmly, and then faced the elder who presided over the wedding together, performed the wedding in the song of blessing, and witnessed the marriage between the heaven and the people. Get married.

He was the one who called Jiuhua, but during the whole process, he didn't seem to know the existence of Jiuhua. To him, Jiuhua was no different from those cheering monsters below.

Jiuhua really didn't want to entangle with him anymore, but at this moment, an inexplicable sourness flooded his heart, soaking his heart and lungs densely, and it hurt sharply.

Fortunately, he didn't lose his composure, his face was still calm and almost indifferent, watching the demon king he raised and educated for thousands of years enter the palace hand in hand with his bride under the eyes of everyone.

Now, it's over forever.

Temporary Hua breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't know when he had unloaded the burden or it was even heavier. He turned his head, and suddenly met a pair of light brown eyes that were like radiance.

The guests rushed into the hall one after another, several people blocked Jiuhua's sight one after another, and went to search again, but they couldn't find the owner of those eyes.

Jiu Hua stabbed his palm hard, he was really possessed, Yuan Qie was just married, beside his bride, how could he be behind him?

He shook his head with a sneer, and was about to walk into the hall when he realized that there were really fewer people behind him.

"Xianjun?" He looked around, there were guests in front and behind, it was too difficult to find Shangyang at a glance.Shangyang would not leave without reason, nor would he leave him alone, he decided to go in first, the seat inside was fixed, and Shangyang might already be inside.

But there was still no one in Shangyang, and Jiuhua wanted to go out to look for him, but was stopped, saying that he would not leave until the wedding banquet was over, so he had to stay at the banquet by himself, and ate a few mouthfuls of food casually, feeling as if he was sitting on pins and needles.

I don't know if it's because of the glare just now, but he always feels that someone is looking at him directly, very bluntly, as if he wants to pounce on him and swallow him in one bite, it's almost the same as the gap between... and the bed. Just look at his eyes!

He couldn't help but look up, Yuan Qie was just above, he was talking with the bride, he glanced down occasionally, but he didn't mean to be explicit, let alone looked at Jiu Hua.

Then who is he looking at?

Jiuhua looked around more than once, his vigilant appearance almost attracted attention, but he still couldn't find anyone peeping.

The long wedding banquet was finally over, and Jiuhua got up without hesitation and walked out, leaving this place that made him restless.

He stopped a few waiters and asked them to help him find Shangyang, and he didn't know why Shangyang suddenly disappeared, he came with himself, isn't it just for...

While he was thinking, he walked involuntarily to a familiar courtyard, and he came back to his senses when he reached the door. Isn't this the mansion that Yuan Qie specially packed up for him?His Xiangfu, he has lived here for thousands of years.

When he was invited to come, he refused, but later he came uninvited. He couldn't help laughing at himself, but couldn't help but raised his hand and pushed the door open.Take another look, this is the last time he's back.

The door creaked open, as if he had come back countless times.

The flowers and plants and the small pond in the courtyard remained the same as they were before he left, and the rocking chair under the big tree was still there, and Jiuhua suddenly felt as if he was in a trance that transcended time and space.

He walked to the rocking chair, thinking of that dream, and Meng Liyuan was crying on his knees, without the chilling aura of a superior, as if he was confessing his sins.

His slender fingers pressed against the armrest of the rocking chair, and he suddenly wanted to sit on it.

"Ping—"

It was the sound of broken porcelain, followed by the rich aroma of wine.

Shocked, Jiuhua stood up straight, like a child who was caught playing a prank but was panicked and cautious. He turned around and saw Yuan Qie in black standing at the door. Wet his shoe uppers, he stared blankly at Jiu Hua, with confusion in his clear light brown eyes.

"Jiuhua..." he called in a low voice, with light red eyes, looking a little pitiful.

Jiuhua was confused, he tensed his back subconsciously, and entered a state of alert, he shouldn't accompany his bride into the bridal chamber, why did he appear here? !

"Jiuhua." Yuan Qie was still reciting his name, and walked towards him step by step, his footsteps were a little flimsy, probably because he was drunk.

"Don't come over!" Jiu Hua shouted.

Yuan didn't care about it, getting faster and faster, almost pounced on him in the last few steps, and was just pushing Jiu Hua down on the rocking chair, hugging his waist tightly.

"You!" Jiu Hua struggled vigorously, and bumped into Yuan Qie's waist in the turmoil, causing him to grunt, but he still didn't break free.

"Let me go!" Jiu Hua trembled uncontrollably, it was a reflex chill deep in his body.

"Don't let go." Yuan Qie suppressed him, "I miss you, I miss you..."

But you obviously just got married, and with everyone's blessing, you join hands with your bride. You are happy and happy, why are you still messing with me?

Suddenly, Jiu Hua hated him so much, he bit Yuan Qie's shoulder like venting his anger, with such force that he immediately tasted the fishy sweetness.

On the contrary, Yuan Qie hugged him even tighter, and pressed his warm cheek against Jiu Hua's slightly cold neck, rubbing it contentedly.

"Why don't you care at all?" Yuan Qie said, with deep grievances in his words, "I thought you loved me, and you would at least be half sad when I got married, but why don't you care at all?"

Ji Hua's voice trembled slightly: "I don't love you."

Yuan Qie was shaken all over, as if being poured on the head by biting ice water.Just when Jiuhua thought that he would be humiliated again because he didn't follow his heart, Yuan Qi slowly let go of him, propped himself up and lowered his head against his forehead, "Don't say that..."

"I know I was wrong, I was wrong for Jiuhua."

"sorry Sorry……"

"I'm such an asshole, I should never have treated you like that."

"You can beat me and scold me, or goug me out with a knife."

"I beg you not to leave me..."

They were so close that Yuan's hot breath could spray on Jiu Hua's face, as well as his tears.

One drop after another, containing his hot love and regret.