[Bao Lian Lantern Heart] Lu Yao Returns to Dream

Waiting for her to return to the Crystal Palace in the next year, but she seems to have long since lost the qualification to expect him to come back from the dead.

The ruthless flames, the blazing sunshine... Consciousness can't help imagining the scene far away in the Eastern Shangdu. The whole person seems to be scorched by the bright sun, hot and dizzy, and can't even grab a little bit of cool air.

How can the dignified Ao Cunxin be so successful that he fails to succeed?

Ao Cun stared at the sand under her feet in a trance, but there was a kind of almost decisive focus hidden in the amber-like shallow pupils, completely ignoring the pair of eyes that had been following her all the time.She raised her right hand slightly, and held it in front of the right, with a crimson stream flowing across it, and a one-foot-eight-inch sword was added out of thin air at her waist.

The name of this sword is Kun, she only remembers that Yang Jian used it on the battlefield, and it was lost for some reason, and was later brought back by King Mu of Zhou.It is said that during the lost time, the sword body was reforged by the Xirong people with witchcraft, which added a bit of bloody wilderness and became more fierce and unparalleled.This is a later story.

"This sword is Da Zhou's sword." Ao Cunxin lowered her eyelids slightly, "I ask myself that I have never done anything to blame Da Zhou, but it did cause some unnecessary troubles to Da Zhou, so this sword is for me. On the road, let me make amends to the people who have suffered for me. It is still the same sentence, I would rather the world bear me, and I will live up to the world.”

"Why is this sword in your hand?" King Xirong was inexplicably surprised.

Ao Cunxin caressed the body of the sword that was showing evil spirits, and said absently: "If I don't even have the ability to hold a sword, how dare I go against the sky? Asking others is better than asking yourself. Your Majesty is kind, if you don't want to help me, I can help you." If you understand, you won't be able to force others..."

"Cunxin!" King Xirong first pressed her right wrist holding the sword.

Ao Cunxin didn't even lift her eyelids, "Oh, so the king knows my real name."

If she looked at him at this moment, she would definitely feel the solitude in his bottomless eyes, like a lonely smoke in a desert, like a lonely goose going north.

The first ray of morning sun shines on the sand sea, lighting up the golden slope.

In his eyes, it seemed that even the last bit of brilliance was dimmed, as if some thousands of thoughts were flashing through his mind, and then receded one by one.

"...I promise you." King Xirong said clearly.

The corners of Ao Cunxin's lips curled up in an imperceptible arc, as if a child who had cried bitterly got a candy, but still sullenly refused to reconcile.She passed the hilt of the sword silently, closed her eyes, opened her arms, and made a gesture of going to death calmly.She wasn't even sure if she died in the Shang Dynasty, the body she left behind would be resurrected.The worst possibility is that in the tens of thousands of years from now on, there will be no such person as Ao Cunxin in the world.

Now, she no longer has the right to choose.

Ao Cunxin has always been self-willed, and she has to get what she wants immediately in order to feel at ease.This time, she conceded defeat, not to Tianming, but to Yang Jian—the extremely proud Yang Jian who never bothered to believe that "crying children have milk".

Seemingly aware of the airflow fluctuation caused by the sword body accumulating power in mid-air, Ao Cunxin suddenly opened his eyes: "Wait!"

King Xirong's cold face melted for a moment.

Ao Cunxin's phoenix eyes looked around, and stretched his fingers in one direction.I saw a newborn willow leaf bud flying obediently, the moment it touched Ao Cunxin's fingertips, it turned into a willow-colored gauze skirt and wore it on her body, and the original red plum skirt on her body turned back into a piece of withered plum petals.

The newborn sun sprinkled warm light on her fair cheeks, and she seemed transparently white under the sun.

"Spring is here." Her gaze fell lightly and heavily on the plum petals that were quickly buried by the wind and sand, "It's time for the plum blossoms to fall."

She opened her arms again and bravely waited to embrace death.Behind her stood two lovely juniors, she couldn't retreat.

The corners of the Qiang leader's lips were almost invisible, looking lonely and charming.He re-clutched the hilt of the sword she handed over, raised his arm and pulled back a distance enough to store his strength.His black eyes were fixed on Ao Cunxin's face, but he couldn't pick out a hint of a joke from it—she was serious.

Is she serious?

The anger that King Xirong had suppressed for a whole night burned all over his heart at this moment, and he stabbed straight at him like revenge.

Ao Cunxin trembled all over.

The cold air from the sword's edge washed away the hair on her sideburns, and the coolness almost penetrated the skin of her neck.

After a while, she opened her eyes suddenly, and her eyes slowly turned downwards, and she saw a strand of black hair falling to the ground.

The instinctive fear was withdrawn from her body bit by bit, she lifted her lips tremblingly, and asked, "Your Majesty, you made such an effort...to kill my hair?"

impermanence

Ao Cunxin was teased.

In fact, from the first meeting, she didn't like this king of Xirong who did things without considering other people's feelings. Later, she saw that he was a straightforward person and gradually became pleasing to her eyes.Now, he lost even the last advantage.

Still playing with her.

She made the most difficult and painful decision in her long life in 2000, and he actually tricked her.

Ao Cunxin's eyes were red with rage, she stepped forward fiercely and grabbed King Xirong's animal tooth necklace, raised her head and stared at him fiercely, her chest heaved violently due to the huge anger, those who didn't know thought she was a tiger-like humanoid.

"Aren't you just curious about my mind-reading skills?" Ao Cunxin said coolly, and then suddenly raised her voice several times: "Okay! Let me show you! How dare you play me—"

She was so angry that she trembled all over, and flew around the sword formula like crazy, pouring the spell into her heart.

The tender willow gauze at the heart reveals a little shimmer, and then becomes transparent together with the flesh.

Ao Cunxin and King Xirong were stunned together.

I failed 99 times if not a hundred times before. This was not taken seriously once, but it succeeded.

A blood-colored vein throbbed in the pale pink Zhang Yangling's heart.

"This is..." King Xirong sullenly looked at Ao Cunxin asking for advice.

The dark red branches vibrated vividly with the rhythm of the heartbeat, and Ao Cunxin's fury gradually calmed down with each heartbeat.Once upon a time, she had also seen his heart, which looked like the azure galaxy in the Nine Heavens, and also like the bright and bright moon that was waxing and waning.

Why can't she and him be together after all?

"The root of love, one vein grows in ten years. I don't need to count this one, it has about two hundred branches."

The king of Xirong was obviously very good at numbers: "You are talking nonsense, how old are you? You have just become an adult, right?"

"I'm over 2000 years old," Ao Cunxin looked down at his heart, as if caught in some distant memory, tears fell down, "Yes, I'm over 2000 years old."

At two thousand years old, she has finally seen through life, old age, sickness and death, love and parting, resentment and hatred, and wanting nothing.

"Do you know what you're talking about?" King Xirong half-closed his eyes, unable to hide his great doubts, "How could you be two thousand years old?"

Two thousand years old, a grand concept much longer than the entire history recorded by mortals.

"This is the spell on me."

Ao Cunxin's voice was hoarse, she had suppressed it for too long, she was so careful to break out of the secret deeply hidden in her heart from this thin opening.As long as the person who heard the secret wasn't Yang Jian, it wouldn't matter if he said it, right?It's okay, right?

"I'm from the post-2000 era."

The man's expression was cloudy and uncertain, and it was difficult to digest this fantasy.

"My husband died because of me, even his soul is gone!" Ao Cunxin bit every word so painfully.After finishing a short sentence, her voice was completely choked, and she only uttered a few sobs of grief. After a long time, she continued to speak in the silent waiting of King Xirong: "A senior for me Point out a way against the sky, so that I can go back to the time when he was still alive and take something from him, so that he can be resurrected in the era after 2000."

"……what?"

Her soft crying voice seemed to have a deafening power, which made the leader of the Qiang nationality who heard these words almost instantly deaf.

"This is..." King Xirong took a deep breath, "This is... the thing you would rather die than confess to him?"

"I don't really want to lie to him, not at all! Do you know how painful it is to intentionally hurt someone?" Ao Cunxin's sobs surged into low sobs, her long eyelashes trembled violently, and her tears were like starbursts Spreading on her cheeks, "I, Ao Cunxin, prided myself on being infatuated all my life, but in the end, what I gave him was just hurting and concealing again and again!"

The long sword lifted upside down by King Xirong seemed to have been shaken down by Ao Cunxin's cry, and plunged obliquely into the sand, while the inexplicably trembling hand clenched into a fist slowly and wordlessly.

"...What exactly is the thing you want to take away? I'll help you..."

Ao Cunxin's shallow pupils shrank suddenly.She opened her empty eyes wide and opened her mouth slightly, and she suddenly felt something with vigilance and fear.

King Xirong didn't understand what happened to her.

There was an expression of disbelief in her eyes, and her body was trembling with fear—she could definitely feel that the invisible spell on her body... began to disintegrate.

why! ?

The spell is really disintegrating itself-if the spell disappears, will her soul be squeezed out by the soul that originally lived in the Shang Dynasty?Will the soul of the dove occupying the magpie's nest be shattered in the virtual tunnel?

Why on earth! ?

Too late to think about it.

It's too late.

"What's wrong?" King Xirong held her arms with concern.

As if begging for help, Ao Cunxin held back his dark arm tremblingly, grabbed her last and only hope, and stumbled, "Please... please... hurry... hurry up!"