After the rebirth, the villain was arched

This is Shirley.

Flowers don't know it.

The relics can reflect the color of a person's soul, and the one that is clear and without a trace of color can only be a person with the character of Tianyuan Xianzun.

Huabuyu held the transparent relic, feeling more and more flustered.The appearance of the Tianyuan Immortal Venerable the day before yesterday, and his every word and deed, seemed to indicate something.

Why didn't you hand over the flower essence to Ji Cangsheng, and why did you bring yourself out to say that alone?

Huabuyu clearly knew that he could not be the successor of Tianyuan Xianzun...

No.

If, like in the previous life, the disciples of Tianyuan Peak were never born, they obviously died before becoming a teacher. Before he became a teacher, that is, before he was 26 years old, the Tianyuanmen would have been destroyed... and only Ji Cangsheng survived.

Because I disrupted the original order of the world.

Hua Buyu didn't dare to think about it, but couldn't help but associate everything together.

Under what circumstances would the Tianyuan Gate be delivered to him?The iteration of Tianyuan Xianzun, except for retiring like the previous generation of Tianyuan Xianzun-Ji Cangsheng's age is more than this, then there is only one possibility...

In this life, everything has changed, Ji Cangsheng will use his life to protect the Tianyuan Gate.

The former Tianyuan Xianzun was not a man of destiny, so he was naturally proficient in divination.

Only then did Hua Buyu figure out what Ji Cangsheng's words in Anling Palace meant.

That person didn't have much time, but he used up his last destiny to divine the future of Tianyuanmen, and handed over the relic to himself.Such an obvious intention made it impossible for him to avoid it.

He remembered Ji Cangsheng's heartbroken tone again, as if several knives had been pierced into his heart. He had never seen Ji Cangsheng like this before, that was the way he cared about others.

Hua Buyu's headache was so severe that she couldn't help but suddenly lose her strength, and knelt on the ground with one knee covering her head.

One thing after another made him breathless, and he couldn't help it. The pictures in his memory strung together into a net, overwhelming him, trying to suffocate him to death.

A voice suddenly came to his ears, but he couldn't tell who it was, but he heard those two words clearly.

Anzhi.

He couldn't avoid it, he knew it all along... He knew it better than anyone else, but he always selfishly hoped that that person wasn't Ji Cangsheng.

Huabuyu felt that she was crazy, so crazy that she didn't want Ji Cangsheng to be seen by anyone, and she didn't want him to get close to anyone, even if they were approached by others, Huabuyu wanted to rush to separate him.

His smile, his kindness, everything about him, he doesn't want to share with anyone in the world, but...

Blood color climbed into Huabuyu's eyes again, as if the uncontrollable anger was about to materialize, the surrounding air was extremely low.If Li Shujun was here at this time, he would be so frightened that he would cry.The black entrenched in Huabuyu's heart, like the thick ink poured into the Tan, occupies all colors and dyes a pool of pitch black.

Ji Cangsheng always felt flustered and uncomfortable, he entrusted the rest of the matter to Jade Butterfly and Zhehua, leaving Shen Shi and others behind, and went to Xianmei Mountain in advance.

Today's incident was too much trouble, the disciples of the 22nd peak had been called to this peak long ago, and the huge mountain was terribly quiet.

Although he forcibly suppressed everything, he was not so stupid that he couldn't even see the abnormality of Hua Buyu.In the previous life, Huabuyu was dragged into the corpse formation, and he was so out of control, but this time he even lost his sanity. Could it be that Huabuyu had problems at some point?

The Tianyuan Gate's shackles have not been broken, so those things can't get in, only the three years of Huabuyu's traveling abroad are the most likely.

Ji Cangsheng's heart was beating uncomfortably, he calmed down his breath that was about to lose control, and flew towards Xianmei Mountain.

Just as Ji Cangsheng stepped onto Xiu Qinghui, he flew not far away when he suddenly felt light under his feet and fell into endless darkness.

Consciousness became stupefied.

Strange yet slightly familiar feeling.

When his vision regained clarity again, he was shocked by the scene in front of him and his heart skipped a beat.

There are lights and festoons all around, bright red, this scene is inexplicably familiar, it seems...somewhat similar to the cloud and mud dream.

Ji Cangsheng was dressed in a bright red wedding dress, sitting in front of the ancient carved mirror stand, on which were placed orderly all kinds of rouge and gouache, he could clearly see the fine powder in the sterling silver box, even the taste was terribly real , and it is familiar to him, with a floral smell.

It was himself reflected in the brass mirror.

Ji Cangsheng couldn't tell what kind of attire it was. He couldn't tell the difference between men and women in the red wedding dress, and he didn't wear any bridal hair. His hair was pulled up and loose, no different from usual.

His face was not stained with rouge and gouache, almost except for this wedding dress, there was no difference from usual.

But he couldn't move at all, he could only quietly look at himself in the mirror, blinking occasionally.

It was eerily quiet all around.

This is probably the cloud and mud dream, and the cloud and mud dream is in Huabuyu's hands, could it be that kid locked himself in?

Even though he was very aware of his state at the moment, Ji Cangsheng couldn't break free from the shackles of the cloud and mud dream.This kind of dream that lasted thousands of years and devoured countless young girls as sacrifices, if Huabuyu controlled it, even Tianyuan Xianzun would never be able to unravel it.

I was pulled into here unprepared, and I couldn't untie it.Moreover, the cloud and mud dream is a separate space. Once entered, it will not be perceived and disturbed by the outside world. No one will connect his disappearance with the cloud and mud dream, and no one will be able to rescue him.

The only way right now is to...

The sound of steady footsteps approached, and another figure appeared in the mirror, wearing the same red wedding dress, but because the person coming was too tall, his face could not be reflected in the brass mirror.

But Ji Cangsheng was so familiar with this person that he didn't even have the chance to lie to himself.

Huabuyu stood beside him, then walked behind him, untied her bun that wasn't too well done, tied it up again, and fixed it with a hairpin.

The fine hair slid to the side of the face, a little itchy.

Ji Cangsheng couldn't move, but he couldn't help being pulled by Huabuyu to stand up. He was half a head shorter than Huabuyu, and his eyes were looking directly at those beautifully shaped thin lips.

Ji Cangsheng slowly raised his eyes, and saw that those eyes that were not shining with starlight like usual, were so deep that he sprinkled a ripple of indistinct ink.

But those eyes are affectionate, still clear and clean, only reflecting themselves in them.

Ji Cangsheng inexplicably remembered that what he saw in Huabuyu's dream in Shougong Town was not his mother... When he woke up, he took a deep look at himself, but he was actually ignored by him...

No matter how dull it was, that vague thought broke free from the binding rope, floated up from the bottom of the pool, and was about to break out of the water.

In front of her eyes, Huabuyu lowered her eyelashes, and picked up a box of lip gloss from the table.

That childish face stared at the ruddy paste seriously, and dipped the soft red fat with her fingertips, and gently landed on Ji Cangsheng's thin lower lip.

With some thin calluses, the warm fingers dyed the lip balm at a comfortable temperature, and the fingertips rubbed gently, with ambiguity that made the heart beat faster.

Ji Cangsheng was in a daze, and then saw those eyes that could only be seen by lifting the eyelids, slightly closed, with endless affection, close at hand.

To be continued.