Lord Shangshen, please stay

Yan Lingxian couldn't remember how long she hadn't shed tears, but she thought, since she met Xiu Mu, no matter before or now, she always likes to cry in front of her lover.

She always likes to pretend that she is invincible, but sometimes, a very small thing can make her eyes turn red - of course, this is only when Xiu Mu is by her side.

A person always gives all his fragility to his lover, just like giving his truest and most vulnerable self to his lover.

Yan Lingxian wondered if she was going to lose Xiu Mu again.

It turned out that she was so incompetent whether it was 3 years ago or 3 years later.

Xiu Mu's smile seemed to be still there, but Yan Lingxian watched her rise into the air, suspended in the air, and then her eyes were tightly closed, as if she was muttering something to herself.

But after one breath, the sword burst into radiance, and a faint blue light flew out from the weird pattern at the end of the sword. The light circled around Xiu Mu, lighting up Xiu Mu's surroundings. His appearance made Yan Lingxian's tears even more turbulent.

Yan Lingxian completely lost the ability to think. Through the barriers, she seemed to see the fragments of Xiu Mu's spirit being stitched together in order, from big to small, like a broken map. Now, draw it The person appeared, and everything will go back to the beginning.

It was in order and everything looked flawless.

After the larger fragments of the spirit and soul were joined together, the smaller fragments around them also slowly joined together, as if they were putting together a bright jigsaw puzzle.Everything seems so beautiful, everything is like a dream.

Yan Lingxian knelt on the ground weakly, she thought, is all this a dream?When she wakes up, she will be able to see the sleeping face of her lover lying beside her, or even earlier, after she wakes up, the leaves of phoenix trees are flying all over the sky, and then a phoenix flies over to be her The sedan chair for marrying Xiuling is driven away, the gods come to congratulate, and the immortals come to worship.

How about earlier?Emperor Pangu created the world, and they were all born in chaos. She held Xiuling's hand and said to her, I am your lover.

But—these are just dreams, the Great Pangu has been dead for 10,000+ years, all the gods have also fallen after the first and second wars between gods and demons, and Xiu Mu is no longer by his side.

The light spots flying all over the sky continuously merged into Xiu Mu's body, shuttled into her body, disappeared for a moment, and reappeared on the huge jigsaw puzzle, pieced together bit by bit.From the chaos to the first appearance of the form, and then slowly fit together to become a complete composition.

The big piece and the small piece are glued together, but there still seems to be some flaws in the whole piece of the jigsaw puzzle.In addition to the incompleteness of the subtleties, a palm-sized part is also missing.

Xiu Mu frowned, and raised her hand slightly.For some reason, Yan Lingxian looked at her from a distance, feeling like the hands raised by the Nuwa Empress when she created a human being.It is those hands that make human beings born.Now, Xiu Mu's hand will bring her back to life.

True resurrection.

is it?

Yan Lingxian was not sure.

"One day, I will find something, push away the dust and mud, and I will bring her back to life." [Note]

The splicing of Xiu Mu's soul fragments is almost finished.The ones that Yan Lingxian found, together with the unknown soul fragments scattered all over the world, also flew here from all directions at this moment—here, on the eighteenth floor of hell.

And this is obviously not the result expected by Calvary God.What he originally thought was to lure Xiu Mu into the formation, let her take down the sword, and let her die under his weapon.

But he had calculated thousands of times, but he missed Yan Lingxian.He guessed that Yan Lingxian would come, but he didn't expect that Yan Lingxian would save Xiu Mu even if she put herself in danger.

In other words, he underestimated the relationship between Yan Lingxian and Xiu Mu.He doesn't understand love, and he doesn't understand it now, but -- before, Skull God couldn't remember how long ago, he remembered that he clearly understood love at that time.But now, why don't you understand?

Love this kind of thing is too cheap for him, how can it compare with power?Where can it compare to status?Sentimental drinking only happens in an ideal society. No matter how deep the relationship is, it will be torn apart by many unfavorable factors.

The Skull God lowered his head, looking at his ragged clothes, his withered body, and his wrists and ankles that were bound with black iron.With trembling hands, he touched his neck, where there was also a piece of cold black iron.But he clearly remembered that there should be something there—who gave it to him?What is the important thing?

His hand slid to his left chest, where the living heart that was supposed to be beating had already stopped moving.Will it turn into a mass of carrion?Still dusty.

"Do you think you can stop me?" Calvary's throat moved, and those cloudy eyes stared at Yan Lingxian in the deep-set eye sockets.He raised his right hand, and with his series of movements, the iron chain also clanged.

"You can't move." Yan Lingxian's face was pale, and she forced a smile.That smile seemed to be forced out of pain.

Yan Lingxian only felt that her heart was hurting - it was a kind of blunt pain that seemed to kill her. The Ling/Chi knife was carrying karmic fire on one side and black ice on the other.They brought all the memories of her and Xiu Mu, and they came together like a landslide and a tsunami.

Yan Lingxian felt that she was standing at the crossroads of memories, and those memories came one after another—the gods would never forget, and the fragments of memories seemed to turn into sharp knives, piercing her chest and piercing her heart.All the sweetness has turned into sadness and hatred at this moment.

Step by step, she climbed to the edge of the formation, and she stretched out her hand to touch the much weaker barrier.But the moment she touched it, the barrier quickly bounced her away, and she withdrew her hand as if she had been electrocuted, with blue spiritual power still remaining at the fingertips.

This is not her spiritual power, nor Xiu Mu's, nor is it the skull god.

——It’s—that sword’s!

It's waking up.

Yan Lingxian slowly withdrew her hand, her ten fingers clasped firmly on the ground, bloodstains emerged.She laughed lowly, at first it was a low, choked laugh, and then her laughter grew louder until it became crazy.Her laughter echoed throughout the eighteenth floor.

Panting desperately, he laughed wildly.

Yan Lingxian felt that she was a little out of breath. There was too much demonic energy on the eighteenth floor. She was seriously injured at the moment, and every minute and every second she stayed here was a torment.But she didn't want to go, and she couldn't go.

Her lover - her lover is coming back!

The complete - complete and complete lover - is coming back!

Yan Lingxian felt that she was already on the verge of being possessed by a demon, but she chose to catch her without a fight.She put her hands on the ground and knelt there with her head bowed.She struggled to stand up, straightening her back with all her strength.

"You're a loser."

"Forever and ever, loser."

"Back then you chose to fall into the devil's way, betrayal, and be punished."

"Later, you led the demon army to wash the Three Realms with blood, killing and punishing you."

"Afterwards, your evil intentions will not die, and you will make a comeback again, torture and kill the gods, and you should be punished."

"Being imprisoned on the [-]th floor is still ambitious, bewitching humans and monsters, you should be punished!"

"You should have died when you fell into the devil's path."

Yan Lingxian sneered, her body was shaking, she squinted her eyes, trying to see her lover's appearance through those dazzling lights, but she was doomed to be disappointed - she couldn't see anything, nothing clear.She could only vaguely see the familiar sword, Blue Light Dasheng, being intimate with its owner.

Calvary is a loser.However, to some extent, in front of someone, she has never won.

"I'm not reconciled!" the Skull God roared, his skeleton-like haggard face fixedly staring at Yan Lingxian, as if he wanted to crucify her in place.The light above his head gave him a great sense of oppression.The gods originally had a purifying effect on monsters, but the skull god was also a god before, so he could barely resist.

Does the "Sword of Damocles" that hangs over his head for nearly 3 years still restrain him?

"Xiu Mu!" Seeing that the Skull God was unsteady, Yan Lingxian yelled, and Xiu Mu suddenly opened his eyes.

——The originally dark eyes glowed with golden light, and the aura around Xiu Mu became holy.When she looked down at Calvary, she had unexpected compassion.She is a god, a god, and in the eyes of mortals, she should be ruthless and perverse.

Xiu Mu slowly stretched out his hand, palm down.It didn't seem like a big deal, but it made the skin of the skull god smoke like a karmic fire.

Xiu Mu's lips were tightly pursed, and his eyes were slightly closed, as if he didn't want to give that painful and howling guy a look.

The aura around the Skull God changed, and amidst the distortion, a palm-sized fragment of the soul flew up from the sea of ​​consciousness of the Skull God, and was sucked into Xiu Mu's palm.

Xiu Mu looked at the fragment of the soul expressionlessly, and after a long time, she sneered, her voice was not as soft as usual, but became majestic and indifferent: "You are willing to live in the body of this kind of thing? "

Fragments of the soul were flying up and down anxiously.

Xiu Mu sneered again: "So what? You have been with the demons for so long, how can I still want you?"

"What about the pain of this seat? Let's talk about it after you have burned three months in the red lotus karmic fire of hell and purified the demonic energy!"

The skull god curled up on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

At this moment, Yan Lingxian was at the end of her strength. Seeing that Xiu Mu was fine, she couldn't hold on any longer and fell to the ground.

Xiu Mu held the sword casually, and the blade of the sword groaned softly, making a "buzzing" sound.Then, Xiu Mu held the sword and walked towards Yan Lingxian.

The author has something to say: "One day, I will find something, push away the dust and mud, and I will bring her back to life." [Note]: From "Someday" in the musical "Golden Sands". "Golden Sands" is a musical drama specially composed for the protection of the Chengdu Jinsha Site.

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