Tianzun training game

When Di Xing returned to the Heavenly Palace from the mortal world, he really returned to his unrestrained appearance, drinking, talking and laughing with people, listening to operas, and enjoying paintings every day.

She felt that she was the same as before, but every time she woke up, a figure always appeared in her mind.

She vaguely remembered Zhuyan's words.

Zhuyan said that she would no longer treat her as someone else.

Zhuyan said that she liked her.

Almost as soon as he recalled these words, Di Xing wanted to go back to the place where the pear blossoms were fragrant.

But immediately she held back.

She knew that it was just her own illusion.

However, is there a [-]% possibility that those words are not her hallucinations, not dreams, but real?

Could it be that Zhuyan really said these words to her?

Zhu Yan really, like her?

if it is real……

Recalling her hurtful words, rough actions, Zhuyan's docile obedience, and Zhuyan's scarred appearance, Di Xing dare not think about it any longer.

Day after day, while she was trying her best to be her former self, she couldn't restrain the longing in her heart more and more.

She wanted to know if it was her hallucination, and she wanted to know Zhuyan's intentions.

If Chasing Flame is real...

If the words about getting married came from the heart...

Suddenly realizing that ten years have passed in the human world, Di Xing finally stopped hesitating and went to the place that haunted her dreams.

Pushing open the door suddenly, Di Xing's breathing was slightly short of breath due to nervousness.

"Chasing Flame!"

She called her subconsciously, but she didn't find that figure.

She searched all over the room for the two of them, the yard, the front hall, the cloister, and the pavilion, but she still couldn't find it.

Walking to the courtyard and looking at the pear tree in a daze, suddenly a person appeared at the door.

Di Xing looked up almost ecstatically, but saw a strange face.

The man looked at her strangely, and couldn't help but wonder who this sudden person was.

"Who is your Excellency?"

Di Xing was a little anxious, "I'm here to find someone, do you know Zhuyan?"

The man looked her up and down, "I live next door, so of course I know her. Speaking of which, this girl Chasing Flame is really pitiful."

Di Xing's heart trembled, and he asked, "What happened to her?"

The neighbor shook his head and sighed: "The first time I saw her, I saw her wearing a wedding dress, but sitting alone in the wedding hall, and I felt unlucky. I didn't expect that she would be like this for ten years. Pity her for being such an idiot."

Di Xing was shocked when he heard those words.

Wearing wedding clothes, sitting alone in the wedding hall...

She was almost out of breath, ran up to grab the man, and couldn't wait to ask: "Is what you said true? Where is she, where is she!"

The neighbor sighed, "I haven't seen her again. She was thrown into the river in the dead of night. It's really pity for her to meet such a heartless person."

Saying that, the neighbor recalled, looked at Di Xing's appearance, raised his eyebrows and said, "You can't be that heartless person, are you? Pooh, you have no conscience."

Di Xing couldn't hear his neighbor's words at all, and felt that he was almost unable to stand up.

She hurried to Zhuyan's room, trying to find some evidence that Zhuyan was still alive.

She accidentally opened a book, and seeing the contents on it, she trembled all over.

The lines of "Di Xing has not returned" on the top made her eyes burn hot.

Turning to the next page, she saw a line of words that made her heart tremble.

"We got married today, but Di Xing has not returned."

Her eyes were already blurred, and she hardly dared to look any further.

But she persisted after all, watching page by page.

One book lasted for one year. In the past few years, the handwriting was still neat and neat. Later, the handwriting began to be a little blurred, accompanied by blood stains, as if the person who wrote it had become extremely weak.

Opening the tenth book, the bloodstains on it were shocking, and the words were almost unreadable.

Facing the ten books, the blurred handwriting and the smeared blood, Di Xing could no longer restrain himself from crying bitterly.

She finally knew what she missed.

She was wrong.

She failed Zhuyan, she shouldn't treat her like this.

But why can't she be given a chance to redeem herself?

Why leave like this?

Di Xing returned to the heaven with those ten books.

She no longer wants to be a lover. Day and night, she only looks at the portrait of Zhuyan, hoping to meet her in her dream.

Every minute, every second, she is regretting, regretting treating Zhuyan like that, regretting hurting and failing Zhuyan, regretting not cherishing Zhuyan.

Every minute, every second, she is missing, missing the bits and pieces related to Zhu Yan.

During the long days, she lived with fantasy.

Fantasy Zhuyan is not dead, fantasy can see Zhuyan again.

Unexpectedly, one day, she actually saw the person in her fantasy.

It's just that I didn't expect that the reunion was so tragic.

*

Zhuyan came outside the Nantian Gate, with a sneer on his face with coquettish makeup.

Several years have passed, and she is now a Demon Lord, with high-strength demon skills. It is time to get back what those people owed her.

At that time, the Demon Lord gave her a chance. If she didn't become a demon, she would die. If she became a demon, she would practice magic skills and endure suffering.

Full of hatred, she embarked on the path of magic.

With the will to revenge and the opportunity given by the previous Demon Lord, she finally came back to life.

But in the following days, she suffered more and more pain every day.

Every second, those memories, the humiliation, the pain tormented her, made her tortured and tormented.

Every moment, the pain from practicing the magic kung fu spread all over her body.

But she survived.

She became Xian Mozun's most capable assistant.

She became a demon.

There is no more suitable opportunity than now, Zhuyan looked coldly at the archway of Nantianmen, transformed into Di Xing, and walked outside Qingying Hall in a flash.

"Tuk Tuk" knocked on the door.

He Qing didn't notice for a while, her eyes still stayed on the pear blossom she was painting.

Speaking of it, she doesn't know why she likes painting pear blossoms so much, almost to the point of obsession.

Everyone said that her face was as cold as ice, but she seemed to have some special feelings for this pear blossom.

Suddenly, she remembered that someone knocked on the door just now.

"Come in."

Hearing this indifferent voice, Zhuyan felt hatred in his heart, and many images flooded his mind.

Seeing that the man did not enter, He Qing raised his eyes, frowned slightly, and then walked over.

Zhuyan was immersed in that hatred, and suddenly, the door was opened.

Caught off guard, she saw the man.

That noble person who has already been honored as a god.

Quickly scanning He Qing's indifferent face and luxurious clothes, Zhu Yan put on a humble and gentle appearance, which is Di Xing's usual disguise.

He Qing looked at her, turned around and walked in.

Zhuyan's chest rose and fell slightly, and he followed immediately.

The two walked to the inner hall and stood by the table. He Qing suppressed the faint strange feeling, and was about to sit down when "Di Xing" suddenly took a step forward.

This distance is not too close, but it is not the distance between her and Di Xing.

Feeling weirder, He Qing looked at the person in front of him.

Looking at her indifferent and noble appearance, Zhuyan couldn't help thinking of all the sweetness and promises in the past, the four years of her pregnancy, and the death of the child, and a cold smile appeared on her face.

"He Qing, from the day you abandoned me, the day you abandoned your child, you should have known that you would die in my hands."

He Qing heard such disrespectful words, but surprisingly, he didn't have the slightest thought of doing anything.

The person in front of her was not Di Xing, she could feel it.

But who is this person?

Why did her heart tremble at these words?

Who is she?

He Qing watched her closely, trying to find some clues.

Suddenly, she thought of the name in the words.

Chasing Flame?

As she silently chanted the name, many memories flooded her mind in an instant. Before she had time to sort it out, she could only look at the man in a little surprise.

She wants to say, do I know you, have we been together.

But before she could say anything, a sword pierced into her chest in an instant.

Accompanied by the severe pain, He Qing's mind was extremely chaotic.

The person in front of him seemed to hate her so much, he walked towards the mirror step by step against her.

She raised her hand subconsciously, trying to condense her mana to fight back.

As long as she fights back, today will definitely be the day of that person's death.

But she couldn't do it.

Chasing flames, chasing flames.

He Qing repeated this name in her heart, and was extremely confused for a moment.

But soon, a strong desire finally awakened her memory.

In an instant, everything from the past appeared in front of her eyes with incomparable clarity.

He Qing finally regained those lost feelings and emotions.

Looking at Zhuyan, her heart trembled.

However, it was already too late.

She loves her so deeply, but she hates her so much that she wants to kill her.

He Qing looked at Zhuyan persistently, trying to see some affection from those eyes, but Zhuyan only returned the pain of piercing his body with a sharp sword.

It's too late.

Zhuyan looked at the body lying on the ground with a gloomy and cold expression.

Just enjoying the pain and pleasure in her heart, suddenly, she noticed movement not far away.

In a blink of an eye, I saw a tiger cub not far away looking at it with wide eyes.

It looks exactly like He Qing's original body, and he is definitely He Qing's heir.

Zhuyan looked at the tiger cub, felt hatred in his heart, and immediately cast a spell to freeze her.

For a moment, Zhuyan's thoughts of killing fluctuated in his heart, and he raised his hand.

Suddenly, her eyes fell on the tail, and she suddenly remembered the child she lost many years ago.

For a while, she was a little bit hesitant to do it.

Closing his eyes, Zhu Yan waved his hand, causing the cub to fall out of the heaven.

She let the tiger cub die, but she didn't want her to live a happy life and continue to live that noble life in this heaven.

With a sneer, Zhuyan turned and walked out to find her other enemy.

I didn't want to, just as I walked to the outer hall, a person came in suddenly.

That person, who humiliated her deeply and hurt her deeply, was the one she wanted to seek revenge.

Zhuyan looked at that person coldly, the Yaoxing sword in his hand was still dripping with blood.

Di Xing first saw the person pretending to be her, and then saw that person's blood-dripping sword. She hurriedly went to check on He Qing's situation.

But the man raised his sword to block her way.

Di Xing looked at her, looked at the cold eyes full of hatred, and blurted out a long-missed name, "Zhuyan?"

A sneer overflowed from the corner of Zhuyan's lips, "I killed He Qing."

Saying that, Zhuyan walked up to Di Xing step by step, Di Xing couldn't take his eyes off, and could only be stared at by her.

Zhuyan looked treacherous, "Pretend to be you and kill her, it's the best of both worlds."

Di Xing turned pale for a while, "You hate me."

Zhuyan smiled sternly, "No, I thank you, I am now the demon king, and the demon world obeys me, which is much better than Zhuyan who was trampled and humiliated back then."

Hearing her mention the past, Di Xing felt extremely guilty.

"Chasing Flame, I..."

Zhuyan rudely interrupted her, "Don't call me by my name, you are not worthy!"

In an instant, her face calmed down again, and she calmly smiled: "Don't worry, I won't kill you so happily like I did to He Qing, I will torture you slowly."

Di Xing looked at her, at the person she missed so much, although there was only an inch away, but there was a bottomless river in front of her.

He Qing was killed by Zhu Yan, and she was also killed by her.

Because of her own jealousy, she concealed the reason why He Qing failed to go back to find Zhuyan and forgot about Zhuyan, so that the matter developed to this point.

She owed He Qing her life.

He Qing never felt sorry for her Di Xing, it was her Di Xing who couldn't feel sorry for He Qing.

Sorry about her two things.One is to snatch away the person He Qing likes, and the other is to kill He Qing.

She certainly felt guilty about the former, but she didn't want to regret admitting her mistake.

However, killing He Qing was in no way the right thing to do.

Asking her to act as if nothing happened and ask for Zhuyan's forgiveness, she couldn't do it.

It's too late to say anything now.

It doesn't make sense to say anything.

Huge guilt enveloped her, and she only felt that one step was wrong, every step was wrong.

There is no possibility for her and Zhuyan.

"What else did you do?"

Di Xing's expression was heavy.

Zhuyan spoke calmly and full of malice.

"I also killed a tiger cub, a tiger cub that looked like He Qingyuan's body."

Di Xing closed his eyes, his face ashen.

Zhuyan looked at her painful appearance, smiled, and then turned gloomy and cold again.

She gave Di Xing a cold look, and walked out of the hall.

Di Xing opened his eyes and watched her go away, only to feel that his life was over.

But she can't.

She can't let this matter have the slightest possibility of being exposed, she wants to protect Zhuyan.

Walking to the inner hall, Di Xing looked at the person who had closed his eyes and seemed to die without regrets, speechless.

"He Qing, I'm sorry."

*

"Zhuyan, I'm sorry, it's my fault, I caused you to misunderstand the congratulations."

"It's my fault. I shouldn't have treated you that way. I shouldn't have let you down."

Zhuyan looked at the tree full of pure white pear blossoms dyingly, recalled the past, was about to close his eyes, but was brought back to consciousness by that persistent voice.

Di Xing looked at her angry like gossamer, her eyes were bloodshot, and regretted, "Zhuyan, it was my fault, it's all my fault."

She offended and concealed it first, and then bullied and failed her.

It's all her fault.

However, she really likes chasing flames.

Loved it for thousands of years.

Di Xing held Zhuyan's hand and put it on his face, "I am sincere to you, I went back later, but you are no longer there, really, you believe me. I love you, I love you!"

Zhuyan looked at her, feeling lost in his heart.

He Qing and Di Xing were missed after all.

In her life, she missed too much and did too many mistakes.

Suddenly, pear blossoms fluttered all over the sky, white, so pure, so beautiful, as if they wanted to wash and redeem someone's soul.

Zhuyan's gaze was attracted by the pear blossom, and with his weaker breathing, he gradually closed his eyes.

The pear blossoms have fallen.