Talk about life with book walkers every day

There was silence in the room, only the soft sound of Xie Muqing's tears dripping down and splashing all over the floor was heard.

She stroked Xie Qingqiao's cheek softly, "I tell you this because you should know. But Qingqiao...mother wants to tell you even more, even though you don't have a father, you have always been my mother's favorite, the only one children."

Xie Qingqiao held her hand.

Xie Muqing's voice became more gentle, "Mother will always love you."

After a pause, she turned her head, looked at Lu Zhou, and said slowly: "The seven emotions and six desires are my body, but only humans can conceive a complete child, so I entered reincarnation and was reborn as the daughter of the lord of the Tianqiong Sword Sect. When he was an adult, he was drawn into the illusion of the spirit and merged with his body. When he went out, his memory was erased and he dropped the token that opened the illusion. However, this token was inadvertently obtained by the sword ancestor... Later, various sects selected disciples to enter the spirit world Illusory Realm, you and I, Junior Brother Lu, have both been chosen."

Immediately after they entered the illusion, they were all killed by Lu Song, Xie Muqing recovered her body, and the time limit was approaching because of Xie Qingqiao's birth. She couldn't bear Lu Zhou's death and was worried about the child who came to the world, so she gave Lu Zhou a chance to be reborn. Entrust Xie Qingqiao to him.

One link after another, it turned out that the cause was like this.

Lu Zhou's mind was in chaos, and he couldn't calm down for a long time. After a while, he spoke, and the first sentence was: "Survive against the sky, what will happen to that little bridge?"

"Sigui, don't you understand?" Xie Muqing's whole body was cold and her tone trembled.

At this time, Xie Qingqiao suddenly said slowly: "Three thousand worlds, Kyushu is the top, Kyushu is declining, spiritual energy is exhausted, all this is because the demon ancestor stole the foundation of Kyushu, the source of heaven and earth, and the source of spirituality—"

With a calm expression, he sat there quietly, pointed to his heart, and said without any ups and downs: "Here."

As if a thunderclap exploded in his mind, Lu Zhou stared fixedly at Xie Qingqiao, suddenly his figure flickered, he took a few steps back, and held onto the door frame.

Xie Qingqiao couldn't see, but his ears were pricked up, his hanging fingers curled up one by one, his brows and eyes were filled with unspeakable sadness.

Lu Zhou wanted to move, but found that his whole body was stiff.

"No thanks to Kyushu, Qingqiao misses home. You once wrote these eight words for me," Xie Qingqiao said in a very soft voice, as if he was afraid of touching something, "But Zhouzhou, it turns out that Kyushu and I cannot coexist."

No, it's still wrong, it should be that he should not exist.

If Kyushu is destroyed, everyone will die, and Lu Zhou will not be spared.But if only one of them is sacrificed, everyone will be fine.

Lu Zhou's eyes became hot, his expression was still stiff, and tears fell without warning, silently.

Xie Qingqiao gently pushed away Xie Muqing in front of him, got up, ran over barefoot, raised his hand to touch Lu Zhou's cheek, and felt the warm wetness within reach, "Fool, why do you..."

Why are you crying?

Xie Qingqiao's calmness could not be maintained in an instant, he opened his eyes in a panic, and looked at Lu Zhou with those bloody, dull eyes.

Lu Zhou suddenly hugged him tightly, let the tears flow unscrupulously, and said hoarsely: "No, Xiaoqiao, there must be something wrong, there must be other ways!"

Xie Muqing closed her eyes, "Qingqiao is of the blood of the demon ancestor. In this world, only the spiritual weapon sealed by the demon ancestor can kill him, but I went to see it just now, and the spiritual weapon has disappeared...God's will!"

Xie Qingqiao was stunned.

Lu Zhou's pupils constricted, and under the shaking of his thoughts, the Luoqiao Sword appeared in his hand instantly.

"This!" Xie Muqing widened her eyes and yelled in horror.

Lu Zhou's hand trembled, and the Luoqiao sword fell to the ground with a crisp clang sound. He stepped back, his eyes were red like blood, as if he had been greatly stimulated.

"This is! Qingqiao! You actually removed its seal and gave it to Sigui again! Do you know..." Xie Muqing was so angry that she felt dizzy, fell down on the bed, pressed her forehead and Crying and laughing, he choked up and said: "Silly boy, silly boy! I have never seen someone as stupid as you! Destroyed the pupils of all emotions that blinded the secrets of heaven, and released the spiritual soldiers that could kill you. Are you afraid that you will be so stupid?" Can't you die?"

Xie Qingqiao raised his head and looked towards the void.

——God forbid him.

Falling bridge, falling bridge sword.

The doomed Xie Qingqiao.

He suddenly felt a little funny, because of this secret destiny, for this unpredictable and perfect destiny, the way of heaven, it really counts without omissions.

"no no……"

Lu Zhou clutched his heart, his eyes were red and loose, and there was a dark mark between his brows. It was the inner demon that had disappeared long ago, and now it was waiting for an opportunity.

More than ten years ago, he thought that death was despair, but at this moment, he realized that the real despair is choice.

Back then, I asked Xinsuo to ask him—sacrificing one's true love can save the world, how to choose?

He answered lightly and firmly.

But when it became a prophecy, he felt an extreme hatred, hating this cruel and ridiculous fate, because it is simply unsolvable!

If this sword was in someone else's hands, he would stand in front of Xie Qingqiao without hesitation, even if he died right away.

But no one told him that the one holding the sword was himself!

He was not allowed to escape, he was not allowed to escape, the most difficult and most desperate choice in the world was placed in front of him like this.

Lu Zhou was about to be driven crazy.

Xie Qingqiao raised his head abruptly, and pointed at the center of Lu Zhou's eyebrows. Suddenly, a coolness seeped in, making Lu Zhou wake up a little.

"Zhouzhou, what are you afraid of?" Xie Qingqiao said softly, "This sword is a gift from me. You are his master. At least your destiny is in your own hands. Could it be... are you afraid of it?" Will you be unable to control yourself and kill me?"

"No!" Lu Zhou said every word, gnashing his teeth, as if the determination was drawn from the flesh and blood: "I will not die!"

He really can't do it anyway!

He put Xie Qingqiao at the top of his heart, and he loved Xie Qingqiao in every possible way on weekdays, and he couldn't bear the slightest damage to Xie Qingqiao.

Lu Zhou is also an ordinary person, and his biggest selfishness is his little bridge. He would rather sleep with the world forever and be destroyed here than to hurt Xie Qingqiao.

But apart from Xie Qingqiao, from the very beginning, all his efforts were for the immortality of Kyushu.

If that day really came, and he watched the land of his life being destroyed, he might not be able to escape.

The world has been in a dilemma since ancient times. In fact, no matter which choice he chooses, Lu Zhou has no way to forgive himself.

This was almost stepping on his bottom line, crushing his bones and digging out his flesh and blood. The pain was so painful that he couldn't control himself.

Lu Zhou leaned against the door and looked at the long sword that he never left his hand, as if he saw a deadly enemy with hatred and pain.

Xie Qingqiao has been involuntary since he was born, and has been ruthlessly played by fate. He should hate, vent and kill, but now, the one who suffers more is actually Lu Zhou.

It seemed that Lu Zhou had tasted all the pain that belonged to him.

Therefore, Xie Qingqiao's heart was miraculously calm all the time.

"Zhouzhou," Xie Qingqiao stood in the middle of the room, and slowly broke into a soft and sweet smile, "I am very happy. Because I have you, I will never give up on me."

Even though everyone in the world opposes his existence, there is still Lu Zhou, who will not give up on him even if the world is destroyed.

For Xie Qingqiao, this is enough.

For the others, there is no need to force Lu Zhou anymore.

Lu Zhou's eyes were red, and his heart ached: "Xiaoqiao..."

Xie Qingqiao stretched out his hand towards him, his long black hair was blown by the wind outside the window, his face as pale as snow was full of lingering smiles, no anger, no unwillingness, no sadness, no despair, he was unbelievably clean and beautiful.

"Zhouzhou, mother has come back. Are you willing to marry me?"

Like a sweet dream in a chasm of the abyss.

Maybe tomorrow the world will be destroyed, maybe tomorrow I will die.

But who cares?

At this moment, only you are the most important.

The author has something to say: I used to watch the protagonist's rivalry, the kind of real rival who is destined to only live one, I was thinking about the stupid question of "what if they fall in love", and then I was very stupid to write this question orz