Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

The water of the Forgotten River flows in waves, and the bright red flowers on the other side are in full bloom.

Ye Yunlan pinched the pure heart spell in her hand, and the fingertips hanging in her sleeves trembled slightly.

He looked at the people on the bridge silently, and wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

He knew that this was just an illusion in the secret realm, knew that this was his unreal fantasy, knew that the person had passed away, knew that even if there was reincarnation in this world, there was no way for them to meet again.

He knows that there is nothing in the world that can bring the dead back to life. He knows that even if he lives again, the people he meets will no longer be the same as before.

He knew that it had been 970 years since the day the man left, a total of [-] days and nights.

The people on the bridge stared at him with their heads tilted, and stretched out their hands towards him.

The opponent's scarlet eyes seemed to be condensed with the dried blood of a dead soul, and the mask on his face was even more ferocious like a ghost, but his voice was hoarse and gentle.

"Come here." He said, "Immortal Elder, I want to hug you."

Ye Yunlan didn't? He consciously took half a step forward.

The wind blew his plain white robe, and his long black hair fluttered.

His fingertips trembled even more?

But, after all, it stopped at the same place.

The people on the bridge waited? He waited a while, didn't wait? He came over, but he didn't care, and just laughed softly, "The head of the fairy is still so shy."

He jumped from the railing to the ground and walked towards Ye Yunlan.

The man was tall and tall, wearing a black robe with a large amount of dark blood stained on the hem of his clothes, and there were faint traces of thunder and fire on his hands exposed in the sleeves.

He said: "Since the bright moon is not willing to enter my arms, then I have no choice but to go to the bright moon and go away."

The man walked to the head of the Baigu Bridge, bowed his head slightly, his tall figure enveloped Ye Yunlan, and said with a low smile.

"My bright moon."

Ye Yunlan's body shook.

After a long time, he called out in a very low and hoarse voice: "...Your Majesty."

Mozun reached out and took him into his arms.

Familiar breath and strong heartbeat surrounded him.

He smelled the faint smell of blood, the fragrance of Bianhua flowers, and heard the water of the Wangchuan River rushing against the convex rocks on the river.

He saw the bright red petals flying in the air like sparks, saw the boundless blood-colored sky, looked at the man with black hair and blood eyes, stretched out his hand and pinched his jaw, so that his eyes could only carry the other side... all figures.

Mozun said: "Immortal Elder, come back with me, okay?"

After all, he wanted to lean forward and kiss.

Ye Yunlan said hoarsely: "...OK."

The moment his lips touched, he closed his eyes and crushed the pure heart spell in his hand.

He felt that his lips had been touched for a moment, the hot body temperature was close to each other, and the familiar breath enveloped him, and the world became blurred and chaotic in an instant.

And then, everything faded away.

The spiritual power of the Qingxin spell was like a cold spring pouring on the tip of his heart. He opened his eyes and appeared? What was in front of his eyes was gone? The figure of that person was gone? skeletons, and the dark sky in the Nether Secret Realm, with a blood moon hanging high.

Ye Yunlan raised his hand, touched his lips with his fingertips, and after a while, it fell to his side again.

He took out a new pure heart charm, and held it in his palm again.

Looking around, he couldn't see the silhouettes of other monks. He was not in a hurry. He had been to the Nether Secret Realm in his previous life and knew that there were three floors in it. The first floor was not too dangerous except for a little magic circle.

It's just that the monks who enter the secret realm will be dispersed, and according to the law, the closer the monks enter the time, the closer the distance will be.

He and Shen Shu entered one after the other, the distance should not be far away.

He used a little bit of spiritual knowledge, and simply calculated Shen Shu's location, and found that he was in the east.

Feeling a sense of suffocation in his chest, he lowered his head and coughed? Cough, and then wiped the blood on his lips before heading east.

……

Shen Shu walked in the mist, and couldn't see his five fingers when he stretched out his hand around, and couldn't feel Ye Yunlan's breath.

The Remnant Light Sword sliced ​​through the mist, and it would reunite soon.

He slashed expressionlessly, his steps became faster and faster, and the hostility in his eyes became more and more serious.

The tip of the pupil shrank suddenly.

He saw a long sword, very familiar with it.

It is the missing shadow of the master.

Drop after drop spread along the road ahead, and he walked quickly along the bloodstain, when the dense fog in front suddenly cleared up.

Ahead? Is a spring of water.

Youbi’s spring pool is crystal clear, surrounded by round pebbles, and a pile of snow-white clothes thrown on the shore, piled up in a mess.

Shen Shu stared at the pile of clothes for a moment, then slowly raised his eyes.

But see? There is a figure by the spring in the distance, completely naked, with pitch-black hair and snow-white skin, forming a thrilling beauty and temptation.

That person's appearance is familiar, as if made by nature, it's hard to describe it in words, but at a glance, like the moon and snow, he is clearly his master.

Ye Yunlan was pillowed by the spring, her thin back trembling slightly, showing a graceful and seductive arc.

He noticed the movement, turned around, looked over with red eyes, and saw that Shen Shu's eyes lit up, as if he had found a savior, and said: "Master's injury has flared up, it hurts...the body hurts... ..."

He seemed unable to bear it and trembled more and more, his eyes were about to drip, and he begged in a trembling voice.

"Shu'er, come here... help me."