Self-salvation [Quick Transmigration]

Feng Ziqing went crazy.

No matter which town Feng Yinuo went to, he got such news.

It was 20 years ago.

It was also the time when Feng Yinuo left.

She listened quietly, and took all the scattered news. After a long while, she raised her hands to her forehead and sighed softly, not knowing how to react.

She didn't quite understand that it was her mistake in that step that made Feng Ziqing into what she is today, but she really couldn't do without her.

Feng Yinuo listened to the indignant discussions among the people around him, as if there would be no peace until Feng Ziqing was removed, he also felt a little displeased.

Tap the table with your fingertips, the invisible spiritual power dissipated, and the surrounding area was suddenly quiet for a moment.

The woman in a smoky purple dress with a silver mask got up with a flick of her sleeves, and walked a few steps casually along the street, her figure suddenly disappeared like smoke.

In the main plane, she is often called a lunatic because of her violent temper and moodiness.Feng Yinuo didn't care about it, but she didn't like the child she raised was called that.

Sleepy plans were shelved anyway.

Feng Yinuo once again stepped into the Demon Realm, and it was the night in the Demon Realm. When he looked up, he was stunned for a moment. On the streets of the Demon Realm that were supposed to be noisy, all the demon cultivators coming and going were solemn, and the air was filled with A lingering bloody smell.

She saw a sudden flash of demonic energy in the distance, followed by a little chaos, but within a few seconds, the demonic energy was suddenly suppressed, followed by thicker blood energy, and several demonic energy in blood-red robes The clan appeared and cleaned up the corpses in front of them.

There were demons talking in low voices beside him, with lingering fears in their hearts.

"It's so bold that you dare to make trouble in the street."

"Yeah, it looks like that person belongs to the Helian family..."

"So what about Helian, Your Majesty hates this kind of unruly demon the most, and it must happen to Helian in a few days."

"Hmph, think how presumptuous he used to be..."

"Shen Yan, I don't want to kill you..."

Feng Yinuo heard it silently, stroking the edge of the mask with his fingertips, and from the corner of his eye, he looked at the completely different streets of the Demon Realm one by one, but he suddenly recognized the reason for such a familiar feeling.

The fingertips in the sleeves suddenly curled up.

... It was the first time she took Feng Ziqing to the mortal world. The inn she stayed in, the fireworks and lanterns she saw... were all on such a street.

She even saw the lanterns hanging on the houses on this main street, the lanterns on the unguarded stalls on the side of the road, and even the river bridge not far away...

Inch by inch, it seemed to overlap with the picture in memory.

It was like being poked by a needle in the heart, and there was a little sourness in an instant.

Feng Yinuo pursed her dry lips, turned sideways and walked towards the lantern stand.There are no demon guards there, but occasionally two or three demon nuns pass by, choose one by themselves, put down the money, and leave with them.

Her hair drooped a little on her forehead, and the woman in a smoky purple dress bent slightly, looked carefully at the stalls one by one, raised her fingertips and reached for the delicate silver-white lotus lamp on the innermost side.When I lifted it up and took a closer look, the tassels under the lamp swayed slightly, and the scattered spots of light in the wick, like stars in the night, flickered slightly.

The woman pursed her lips, brushed her slender white fingertips over the lantern, put down a few magic crystals, and straightened her back.

She lowered her eyes, couldn't help sighing, and finally raised her head, looking towards the vague eyes that had been watching her in the void.

Snapped.

The exquisite wine glass shattered in an instant, and the pale fingertips drooped feebly. The woman in the long black dress had her black hair half up, and her dark and dull eyes met the man's looking up.

The wine slipped from the fingertips, dripping little by little, and with the bright red blood, it stained a small piece of blanket under the feet.

Ah Qing.

She saw the man looking at herself through the void, muttering in a low voice, with a little helplessness.

Ah Qing.

The woman murmured as well, suddenly trembling her body and laughing in a low voice, her hair swayed slightly, almost slipping out of the black hair.She leaned on the seat with her head propped up, her clothes were not straight, her brows were burning like fire, her wide sleeves were slightly drooped, revealing a nearly pale and slender wrist.

Now he raised one hand to cover half of his face, pursed his lips slightly, and seemed to be crying and smiling.

Sister.

The pupils that had been dim for a long time finally brightened a little.

Feng Ziqing sat up a little more, and looked up at the entrance of his palace.

Her door was easily pushed open, and the person who was thinking about it day and night stood there happily.

"Sister..."

She didn't get up, she only softened her eyebrows, looked at the person at the door with a smile, and called out softly.

The visitor took a fixed look at her, took in all of her current appearance, lowered his eyes, and sighed softly.

The smile on the corner of his lips faded a little, Feng Ziqing pursed his lips, raised his fingertips and pulled his skirt straight.

"Sister, why don't you come in?"

She seemed to be puzzled and asked in a low voice, with anxiety, a little water flashed in her eyes, and her eyelids trembled slightly.

"You want me to go in?"

Feng Yinuo looked at her, tilted his head slightly, suddenly hooked his lips, and asked a rather playful question.

"I miss you."

Feng Ziqing stared at her in a daze, and didn't answer her directly, but just said so.

She did nothing but waited for her elder sister to choose for herself.

What replied her was the back of the woman who turned and left without hesitation.

Snapped.

The front of the clothes was stained with small tears, and the fingertips were tightly clutching the armrest of the seat, and then gradually loosened weakly.She softened her back again, laughed softly, leaned on the back of the chair, closed her eyes, and let the ends of her eyes get wet silently, followed by drops of water falling down.

The wine I drank today was a little stronger.

Feng Ziqing's consciousness became inexplicably unclear, thinking silently.

The strong wine burned her throat, making her a little confused.

The sourness and bitterness in the throat, the spicy stimulation has not been swallowed yet.But she took out a jug of wine from the spirit ring again. There was no wine glass, and she wanted to pour it into her lips when she lifted it.

There was a blur in front of her eyes, she was a little stunned, and pursed her lips.

The drink did not fall into her mouth.

What spread out of the mouth was a hint of sweetness that melted and spread.

The woman who had been going back and forth bent down, brushed all the hair from her forehead behind her ears, raised her fingertips to pinch the chin of the man in front of her, and wiped away the tears at the end of her eyes little by little.

"Who taught you to drink like this?"

Feng Yinuo looked at the child who allowed him to pinch his jaw and stare at him without moving his eyes, and finally couldn't help but reprimanded him in a low voice and frowned slightly.

Ever since she entered the palace, the bondage brought by numerous formations has been wrapped around her body.But what flashed in my heart for the first moment was not anger, but a little helpless and funny.

She looked at the child with red eyes and looked at her child without saying a word, and her gaze swept across her lowered wrist. The pale and bloodless appearance made her frown uncontrollably, but a little Come on pity.

"...you never taught me..."

The person who was only watching her quietly bent his lips, put his arms around her neck, lowered his head, and whispered.

The body in his arms gradually trembled, Feng Yinuo lowered his eyes, and indulged her in his arms somewhat helplessly.She stuffed another red candied haws into Feng Ziqing's mouth, picked him up and walked towards the back bedroom.

"Smells of alcohol."

She patted the man's waist lightly with some disgust.

"When did you learn to drink?"

"... I feel uncomfortable, I will feel dizzy after drinking, and I can't remember..."

Feng Ziqing lowered his eyes, put his arms around her neck, savored the sweetness in his mouth, the shadow in his pupils finally dissipated, pursed his lips, and whispered back to her.

"Sweet."

She bent her eyes and murmured softly.

"Aren't they all sweet?"

Feng Yinuo glanced at her, and put Ren Haosheng on the bed.

No.

Feng Ziqing lowered her eyes and remained silent.

"The ones I bought were not sweet..."

Sour, astringent, and bitter.

Feng Yinuo glanced at her upon hearing the words, remained silent, and shook his head slightly.

"Don't drink like this next time."

She let go of her fingertips and stood up lightly.

"Where are you going?"

Watching her turn around, Feng Ziqing couldn't help but clenched her fingertips and stared at her.

"Where can I go?"

Feng Yinuo paused and turned slightly sideways.

She looked at the person on the bed and snorted lightly.

With a slight movement of his fingertips, Feng Yinuo thought for a while, then raised his hand and placed it on his mask, taking off the mask he had worn for many years.

The face under the mask was the same as that of the person on the bed.

It's just that there is no cinnabar spot of blood between the eyebrows, but there is a small delicate tear mole under the corner of the eye.

Added a bit of charm.

Feng Ziqing looked at her silently, without taking his eyes off, but he didn't show any surprise or surprise.

Feng Yinuo took a look at her and understood.

"You already know who I am?"

She turned around, looked down at the person sitting on the bed, and raised her fingertips to caress the end of her eyes.

Feng Ziqing silently nodded.

Feng Yinuo smiled, but there was a bit of coldness between his brows.

She paused.

"I heard that you have killed countless people in the past few years?"

"Ah Qing, they all say you are crazy."

The woman came closer, caressing Feng Ziqing's cheek with some affection, and asked with a low smile.

"Tell me, are you crazy?"

"……I'm mad."

Feng Ziqing looked up at her, his eyes were a little red, and he smiled softly with curved lips.

"As soon as you leave, I will go crazy."

She raised her hand and held the fingertips that were stroking her cheek, but she still stared at the woman, refusing to look away for a moment.

"Sister, they are pointing at me with knives..."

"I'm in pain too."

Feng Ziqing smiled lightly, but her eyes were so red that they were about to bleed.

she asked softly.

"Sister, why don't you feel sorry for me?"

"You hurt me..."

"I'm uncomfortable……"

The scalding liquid gushed out again and fell on the fingertips, so hot that Feng Yinuo almost trembled slightly, and the smile on the corners of his lips faded little by little.

She looked at the child in front of her, her expression faded, and she gently wiped her tears with her fingertips.

"I won't live long."

Feng Yinuo spoke calmly.

The person under the fingertips suddenly froze and looked at her blankly.

She trembled her lips slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but the water drops from the corners of her eyes fell down first.

This time, Feng Yinuo put down his hand and just looked at her quietly.

"Since I met you, my life span is only 200 years."

"Ah Qing..."

She sighed softly.

"It's only been 20 years, and I've only been away for 20 years, and you've made yourself into such a shape, you're going to die, it's made my previous efforts go to waste..."

"I love you now, why don't I love you..."

She looked at the person on the bed with helplessness and tenderness in her eyes.

"But when I really die, who will love you?"

"I'm not mad at you for killing, I just love you for ruining yourself like this."

"You ruined your body and forced me to come out, but I only have a hundred years left."

"A hundred years is very short, and it has passed in a hurry. If you want it, it doesn't matter if I give it to you."

"However, after a hundred years, what will you do?"

The person on the bed was clutching the skirt above his knees tightly, his body trembling slightly, his eyes were red and moist, staring straight at her, the pupils were painful and blank, empty.

"...I'll go with you."

After a long time, Feng Yinuo waited patiently for her to speak, but only got this reply.

The child she raised had a hoarse voice, and looked at her stubbornly and stubbornly, with such fierce and unquestionable eyes, but her body trembled uncontrollably, and tears rolled down her jaw drop by drop.

"I only have you, I only care about you."

She looked at Feng Yinuo and frowned, as if about to say something, she suddenly smiled with a bit of desolation.

"You rescued me, helped me reshape my veins, plucked out the Gu worms, and helped me embark on the road of cultivation. I hope I can go on here..."

"But my sister..."

"You forgot to ask me, what am I thinking..."

With tears in her eyes, she pursed her lips and smiled softly.

Feng Yinuo was slightly taken aback.

"In this world, no one cares about my life and pain except you."

Feng Ziqing tilted her head slightly, trembling her fingertips, after a long while, she carefully and hesitantly raised her hand to caress the cheek of the person in front of her.

"Sister, the time I can spend on the road with you is what my heart desires."

"You and I are one person. If you only have a hundred years left, then I will naturally be like you."

"The extra time will only make me miserable."

Feng Ziqing was used to the lonely and silent days on the top of Xuanshan Mountain, but in the end he was dragged and trampled into the mud.

She also thought that her little bit of dim life would be cut off by her own hands one day in the dim cage of the Demon Realm, but then a figure broke into it again, like a figure startled in the middle of the night. The starlight re-lit her whole life.

But the starlight was about to leave, and life returned to an empty, dazed dimness again.

It didn't make much sense anymore, but it became more and more painful.

It is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality, and it is difficult for children who have tasted the sweetness to accept the bitterness.

"Do you really think so?"

Someone asked her helplessly.

She nodded yes.

"...I spoiled you."

The woman sighed helplessly.

"Then sister is responsible for me..."

She wasn't afraid at all, but felt a little joy, and quietly stretched out her fingertips to hook the woman's hand.

[I can't lose you. 】

"Sister, don't lose me again..."

she whispered.

What answered her was the helpless and indulgent fingertips that had appeared in her dream and let her hold her.

"absurd."

"It's crazy..."

The woman closed her eyes and whispered, not knowing who she was talking about.

The fingertips hooking her hand were so slender, the so-called restraints on her body were vulnerable.

But she finally let the child put his arms around her waist and buried his head in her waist.

"Sister, you hurt me..."

The dull gourd she raised began to act coquettishly with her again.

The redness and swelling of the eye sockets has not disappeared, but it looks pitiful.

Feng Yinuo looked down, and finally bent over.

A soft and sweet dream falls between the eyebrows.

The woman whispered.

"Sister misses you..."

"In the future, when you pretend to cry, you should pretend to be a little bit."

"Crying and laughing are all for sister. It doesn't matter whether Ah Qing is pretending or not, just see if sister is willing to believe."

Feng Ziqing smiled lowly, lowered his eyes and kissed her fingertips.

"Sister always loves me."

The author has something to say:

Hey, it's been over, it's just a little bit of Calvin, hey hey

Little Crazy Pie meets Big Crazy Pie, of course it's... sweet and sweet

(scratches head)

感谢在2021-02-0200:18:50~2021-02-0301:00:42期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw the mines: 2 for Shuyan; 1 for Shen Qiwu;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 8 bottles of Xiaojiuer; 3 bottles of July Pattern; 106182 bottles; 1 bottle of Orchestra Pit;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!