The Devil and the Flower

The bright moon is wrapped in red clouds, clear and beautiful.

Red clothes and snow skin, black hair like ink, the eyes of the person in front of me are as clear as ever, she is originally a fairy in the sky, she has no intention of provoking the world, but she is willing to be a king, and she has the root of love for thousands of years.

The wine was spilled and Jiang Huan stood there dumbfounded.

Feng Yue called out: "Wang Ting."

The long lamp fell to the ground, Jiang Huan suddenly pulled him into his arms, closed his eyes, endured the throbbing in his heart, and was speechless for a while.

How many years have I thought about it, how many years have I waited, and how many years have I read it.

Jiang Huan caressed his cheek and said: "Ayue is so beautiful, so beautiful, everything in the world is eclipsed by you, even in my dreams, I can't dream of a ten-thousandth of your appearance."

Feng Yue resigned: "Looking at the mountains, water, and flowers, the scenery in the world is far better than the appearance of a person. Looking at the court cannot be exaggerated."

Jiang Huan suddenly laughed sullenly, and said: "How can anyone compare like this? Ah Yue really doesn't know how beautiful he is."

Feng Yueci did not argue with him, but said: "You laughed."

Jiang Huan was stunned, and said: "A Yue, you suddenly acted like this because you saw that I..."

Feng Yue resigned: "You are sad. You like it."

Wearing a wedding dress, his demeanor is still calm and calm, just as Jiang Huan said, after seeing so many past events, he has no sympathy or pity, nor guilt or sentimentality in his heart.

There are thousands of roads in this world, none of which are easy to walk, and no one is qualified to comment on the road Jiang Huan chose himself.

Jiang Huan will not be inferior to others because of pursuit, and Feng Yueci will not be superior because of being loved.

Regardless of their status, they are emotionally equal from beginning to end.

At this moment, Feng Yueci put on the red wedding dress, he had no distracting thoughts, he just saw Jiang Huan sad and knew that doing so would make him happy and happy.

He has always been quiet and indifferent, without disturbing his emotions, but now that he has accepted this affection, he will seriously learn how to like someone.

Jiang Huan knew his temperament, so he knew how rare his response was.

"A Yue," Jiang Huan hugged the wind and said goodbye, his smile became more and more open, and the pain, sorrow and regret of the past were all gone, he said: "I am very happy now, very happy. As long as you are by my side, you will be full of joy." What you see and hear is full of joy.”

Feng Yue resigned: "This is very good."

Jiang Huan said with a smile: "But does Ah Yue know what it means for you to wear a wedding dress?"

Feng Yue resigned, "I know."

Jiang Huan slowed down his voice, as if afraid of frightening him, he said, "What is it?"

Feng Yue resigned, "Big marriage."

Jiang Huan's heart stagnated slightly, he turned his head suddenly, and bit his neck, and then hurriedly relaxed his strength, licking and biting carefully, as if the only way to calm his turbulent heart was in this way.

Feng Yue resigned, "Wang Ting."

Jiang Huan said in a hoarse voice: "Ah Yue said that my dream will come true. Even if this is just a dream, I have to take it seriously."

A scalding temperature rose from the neck and extended to the ears, Feng Yue calmed down and said: "If you want to get married in this environment, it's okay for me to accompany you. But if you go out of this environment, you can't do so."

Jiang Huan paused and said, "Why?"

Feng Yue resigned and said: "In the battle seven years ago, my spirit and soul were scattered in the world. Although I reunited now, I will still be separated. If you are a Taoist couple, the connection between your spirit and soul will definitely affect you."

Jiang Huan frowned, stared at his eyes, and said: "A Yue, I found you with great difficulty, am I still afraid of living and dying with you?"

Feng Yueci shook his head slightly, and said, "I know you have no fear of life and death, but right now..."

Before he could finish a sentence, the surroundings suddenly trembled, the mountains, forests, clouds, seas, palaces, and pools all disappeared like dream bubbles, and even the red wedding dress on Feng Yueci's body changed back to the original white dress.

Jiang Huan's expression changed slightly, and his eyes were so cold that he wanted to cut someone, "Someone attacked from abroad, trying to block the scroll!"

This picture of Floating Life and Mochizuki was left when he was in his prime, even if the strength of the Lord Killer could not be shaken in the slightest, now that there is such a turmoil, something must have happened.

Feng Yue resigned: "Look, it's like this right now."

Jiang Huan said: "I don't care, people are against killing, gods are against killing gods! I'll kill those people completely, so that no one can bother us anymore!"

Feng Yueci saw that he was angry, held his hand, and said quietly: "Wang Ting thinks, why do you want to seal your memory?"

Jiang Huan said: "... Ah Yue knows?"

Feng Yue resigned: "Looking at the illusion of your memory earlier, combined with what the book said, you went to a hundred cities to find me, so why did you fight in a hundred cities? Why did you collect the tokens of the devil king? Realm reincarnation, come to the place of origin again?"

Why did the battle of the heavens break out in the past?

Why did the principal and others come here?

Previously, Jiang Huan was immersed in the past and didn't have the time to think about it, but even though Feng Yueci thought about it, he put it aside and calmed Jiang Huan's emotions first.

It was only at this moment that I spoke to remind.

Love is moving and intoxicating, but it can't go astray because of it.

While speaking, there was another shaking.

Feng Yueci had a headache from being shaken, and coughed in a low voice.

Jiang Huan immediately waved his hand, his spiritual power was shaking, countering the external forces, and stabilized the picture scroll.

Feng Yueci coughed, and said: "Watching the moon, the nine-fold sky, the demon king's token, and the four wonderlands. Wang Ting, there are many things that are not clear, so don't put yourself in danger."

It was inconceivable that the emperor disappeared in the past, and it has become a mystery to this day.

Jiang Huan lightly stroked his back, sympathized with him, treated him better, couldn't help biting his lips, and said: "Ah Yue is too sober."

Feng Yueci raised his hand to lightly touch his forehead, the same action as before, but now he did it very intimately.

Jiang Huan murmured: "I only have A Yue in my heart, but A Yue has the world in his heart and loves all living beings."

Feng Yue resigned: "No. Jiang Emperor's responsibility is not only for me."

Jiang Huan didn't care about the reasoning, he kissed him again, and said in a low voice, "It's just for you. Who made you so beautiful, nice and cute, it made me fascinated!"

Now Feng Yueci heard that he did it on purpose, glanced at him, and said softly: "Nonsense."

Jiang Huan hugged him and smiled.

The spiritual power dissipated, and the picture scroll shook again. This time, it felt like it was about to fall.

Jiang Huan waved his hand, and a way out suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. The two looked at each other, and walked out side by side without saying a word.

"You stop fighting!"

"Your Majesty Ghost, stop! Dao Lord is still inside!"

"Senior Ji, be careful!"

Outside the picture scroll, it was supposed to be a competition between the children of a hundred families, but at this moment the venue has completely collapsed and been destroyed beyond recognition, only the picture of the moon-watching picture is still intact and floating in the air.

Everyone in the academy was fighting against others, and the opponents were not the students of the Sijun Academy. Although those people wore the same black and white robes as the students, their cultivation level was not the same.

He is a member of the Hall of Four Monarchs.

At this moment, the person who attacked the picture scroll was covered in a black robe and hood. His whole body was covered in black mist. He was so strange that people couldn't tell what he looked like.

Among the Hundred Clans, most people are trying to stop the Ghost Lord, including Ye Yunqi, Wu Shuangya, and Jiang's brothers and sisters. Unfortunately, the difference in realm is too great to help.

The rest retreated aside for some reason, staring hesitantly at Ji Shiyan who was lying in the encirclement, vomiting blood.

The ghost king attacked the scroll, but the killing king was actually leading people to arrest Ji Shiyan!

The teachers got stuck, and Li Mianxi and other young students stood in front of Ji Shiyan. Everyone was more or less injured, fell down and got up again, and still refused to back away.

Ji Shiyan's complexion was pale, obviously she was seriously injured, watching her juniors fight to the death to protect her, she couldn't help but clenched her fists tightly, her eyes were red.

Killer was seriously injured in the picture scroll, otherwise he would not have been easily stopped by them. At this moment, impatiently, the halberd spun, shaking everyone away, and slashed at Ji Shiyan in an instant.

"Sister Ji——"

Ji Shiyan protected her heart, her back was facing Killer, the red flowers bloomed under her body, spreading silently, she shouted in her heart: "Brother Wufang..."

A green umbrella opened above her head in an instant, casting a reassuring shadow.

Ji Shiyan turned her head abruptly, and met a pair of clear and mirror-like eyes.

"Dao Jun!"

"Mr. Dao! Senior Jiang!"

"Great! You are finally out!"

With a flash of Jiang Huan's saber, he forced the ghost king back, his brows slightly raised, his anger was overwhelming, "Oh? Here comes another guy who hides his head and shows his tail. Did you have a good fight just now?"

The first time Guijun saw him, he froze in a subtly imperceptible manner, staring at him firmly, as if he had seen some ghosts and ghosts, and trembled slightly.

On the other side, the King Slaughter's halberd could not be struck no matter what, he gritted his teeth and said, "Qing Hui!"

"Moo--" A green figure rushed across the battle field, rushed over and slammed the wind and left, with big eyes ready to cry, and aggrieved: "Moo! Moo!"

Feng Yueci touched the horns of Qingniu's head, hung up the bell, and said, "Very good."

Momoo shook his head, and the crisp sound was accompanied by invisible spiritual power, which made everyone in the battle stop instantly.

Li Mianxi breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the dust off his face, and hurriedly greeted him: "Mr. Dao!"

Feng Yue resigned, "What happened?"

All the students gathered around and explained the situation in one go.

It turned out that they were sent out by the picture scroll seven days ago. At that time, Lord Slaughter was angry and wanted to block the picture scroll, but he couldn't move the picture scroll for some reason, and because of Feng Yueci, all the members of the Hundred Families stopped him.

Killing Jun was seriously injured, so he stopped for the time being, but secretly sent a message. Within two days, Gui Jun led the people from the Hall of Four Monarchs to the academy, saying that he wanted to bring back the picture of Emperor Jiang's Floating Life and Watching the Moon.

Everyone still tried their best to block it.

However, during this period, another major event happened—Ghost Lord concluded that Ji Shiyan was an inanimate yin demon, and ordered people to arrest her and bring her back to the Hall of Four Monarchs for trial.

Now, everyone was dumbfounded.

Li Mianxi said: "They're going too far! How could Senior Ji be a demon?"

Guan Tong and Qin Wenyin said in unison: "Impossible!"

He Yuli said: "If you want to do something, you have to find a better excuse!"

Qiu Linhan said, "I believe in Xuemei Ji."

Yang Ce silently raised his hand in response, but remembering the last time he was in danger on a trip, relying on the mysterious intuition of a traveler, he always felt that things were not that simple.

After listening to their glances and words, Feng Yueci understood after a while.

Ji Shiyan vomited blood again, and said, "I..."

Feng Yueci raised his hand, stopped her, and motioned her to keep quiet and heal her injuries.

Jiang Huan fell to the ground with a knife, and everyone trembled in shock. He said, "Just because of this shit? Come, come, tell me, what does it matter to you if she is a yin demon?"

Jiang Zhiyi heard the words and explained: "During the battle of the heavenly realm in the past, the Four Demon Generals and my ancestors of the Jiang family..."

Jiang Huan said: "Who do you Jiang's ancestors listen to?"

Jiang Zhiyi said subconsciously: "Naturally, His Majesty Jiang Di!"

Jiang Huan said: "Then you shut up, kids, did Emperor Jiang tell you to fight against Four Wonders?"

Jiang Zhiyi: "..."

Jiang Zhimeng tugged at his elder brother's sleeve, shrunk his head, feeling a little faint for no reason.

Ghost Lord stared at Jiang Huan, and suddenly laughed, the laughter became louder and creepier, and the hoarse voice could not tell whether it was male or female, old or young.

"Without life and flowers, she is naturally a yin demon. The moon-watching picture is out, how about you? Who are you... Hehehehe!"