hit ten miles

Moling misty rain, high towers and pavilions.

Standing in the torrent of history, defiant to everything, no matter how the dynasties are replaced or who rules it, it will never fade away.

The most ruthless is Taicheng willow, which is still a ten-mile dike in a smoke cage.

Tao Yao sat in front of the window blankly, her eyes fixed on the green willows swaying in the distance, she couldn't help but smiled wryly.

He couldn't help but think of that person's gaze again—cold, hostile.

The man pointed the sword at himself, and he had completely forgotten about himself.

What nonsense, "Death and life are in harmony, talk to Zicheng.", What nonsense, "The six realms are flashy, and the lifeline is deeply affectionate."!

He said he loves me, but he still can't withstand the unfeeling curse, the red thread is messed up, Meng Po soup, the gate of hell is closed!

For tens of thousands of years, I have been flying into the sky and hiding from the ground, guarding Burning Peach Mountain, just to wait for his sword? !

Isn't Yuelao's red line so powerful that the Emperor of Heaven can't help it!Don't you and I have a marriage with the red thread and three lives?But why did he still forget about me? !Did he put it on, he still hates me!

For tens of thousands of years, my right hand has been suffering from acupuncture pains every day, but I still don't forget you, why, you just forgot me beside the Sansheng Stone.

Thoughts run wild like wild horses, galloping at top speed.

A sudden bang stopped this endless thought.

Tao Yao turned her head with red eyes, all she saw was his indifferent cheek.

"Scorching Brilliance."

Tao Yao called softly.

But as if he didn't hear, he looked at Taoyao with frosty eyes, and asked coldly: "Is it the medicine you gave?!".

"What?" Tao Yao looked at him in confusion.

"Ten miles away, that well, someone said they saw you appear there last night."

Tao Yao thought back to last night, it was the night of the full fifteenth month, and he did go to the well ten miles away.

"I'm not wrong!" Zhuo Hua noticed the subtle change in the expression on Tao Yao's face.

"That's because..." Tao Yao paused, he looked at Zhuo Hua helplessly, did he need an explanation, would he believe himself.

300 years ago, if it wasn't for this person in front of him, would he have lost his immortal body!If he didn't lose his fairy body, how could he go to find a place with the most aura on the night of the full fifteenth of every month to prevent himself from showing his original shape.

But if you explain it to him, he won't believe it.

"It's not me." After a long time, Tao Yao answered him without any tone.

"Do you still have to argue?!" Zhuo Hua said, sticking the blade of the sword on Tao Yao's neck.

Tao Yao's heart was ashamed, and she turned to look into Zhuo Hua's eyes with a smile.

"Kill me!" Tao Yao said coldly, "Yes, it's the medicine I prescribed."

Zhuohua's head was only tied with a loose belt, and his long black hair hung loosely around his waist. He was dressed in black, and the sleeves of his clothes were blown lightly by the wind.

The steps were heavy, but he never looked back at Taoyao who was crying and red-eyed.

After the battle of Shengu Mountain, they were all destined.Standing in their respective camps, they stand against each other.

But he and he couldn't tell who was responsible for whom. Was this tribulation of love for three lives destined to happen millions of years ago?

Kun Yanfeng's blood nourished Taoyao's soul, and the scorching brilliance of Zhuohua allowed him to improve his cultivation and transform into a human form.

He is his life, but he is his catastrophe.

He couldn't force himself to erase the memories of this journey, and he couldn't deny his deep and deep affection for him.And all these rocks and pampas grass blocked him like shackles, making every step he took a pain like a knife.