Demon Emperor's Young Demon Queen

Song Yexi stood in the center of the room, the exquisite bronze stove was deserted, no white misty smoke was floating, and there was only the residual smell of incense in the air.

The teapot and teacups on the table are all high-quality luminous cups, the light green is mixed with subtle dark red textures like silk, and his fingers gently caressed the edge of the teacup, as if he could touch the teacup that he had touched before. The temperature of the teacup.

The bamboo slips on the table were still spread out, Song Yexi sat down at the table, there was still master's handwriting on the book, he stroked the bamboo slips carefully, what kind of book was the master reading, he read a few lines in it, it turned out to be a medicine book.

There was a brocade box in the corner under the table, which Song Yexi had never seen before, and he took it out. The black wooden box was engraved with peach blossoms and flowing water, and there was a letter: to the bone.

What did the master put in it? The pattern on the brocade box was a bit blurred, as if he was touching it often. Song Yexi hesitated for a moment, then opened the brocade box abruptly.

Song Yexi stared blankly at the box, grabbed her collar suddenly, tears fell down, and there were bursts of throbbing pain in her chest. Even if she lost, there would be a faint sense of dullness in her chest that suppressed him...

The two broken little jade figures were glued together, Song Yexi held the two little figures tightly, wishing to rub them into his own flesh and blood.

What did the master think about these two villains during the two months when he was missing? When he saw the master on the edge of the cliff, the master's face was tired. How long did the master not rest well?

for a long time.

Song Yexi said: "Master, I will live well."

Song Yexi had already made up her mind not to cry anymore, but the tears still flowed down uncontrollably. He just didn't want to deceive himself and was reluctant to leave, but in the end it was nothing but nothing.

The past days and nights were turned over in front of his eyes. Song Yexi stood in the house and looked towards the courtyard.

That slender figure stood motionless under the peach blossom tree, his robe was white and spotless, his hair was jet-black, which set off his slender and white snowy neck.

Under the tree with falling flowers, the warm sunshine and the gentle breeze gradually blend together. Song Yexi has never seen a more gentle and picturesque man than Master Wen Li, with the hazy light on his body and the wind-blown clothes.

It was the figure of Wen Lichang standing in the courtyard that was deeply embedded in Song Yexi's heart, and once this image was imprinted in his heart, he would never forget it.

Song Yexi closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, the courtyard was empty and there was no one there.

Song Yexi already fully understood that she had missed it, and that she who had not recovered the memory of the demon world was subconsciously afraid of Wen Li, and she hadn't sorted out her feelings in confusion, but she was afraid to admit it after sorting it out.

Song Yexi thought: Whether it is Song Yexi in the demon world or Song Yexi in the human world, they are all cowards who are weak and promising through and through!

"Song Yexi, you should go back."

That familiar and cold voice came from the courtyard. Under the peach blossom tree in the courtyard, there was a swirl of white, which gradually became clearer. Dressed in plain white brocade clothes, he was arrogant and cold. Mu Jingyan just appeared in the Lingyuan Pavilion, letting Petals fell on the body.

The same figure, Song Yexi can't admit it wrong, Mu Jingyan is illusory, can't find a trace of glitz and distractions in the world, his eyes are like a deep night, and he has an elegant and noble temperament, compared to 16 years ago Seeing Mu Jingyan was even more indifferent.

Song Yexi now knows that she has been infected with the seven emotions and six desires in the world, and is no longer without desires and desires, but Mu Jingyan is still Mu Jingyan, and he is still the emperor of the demon world, and nothing about Mu Jingyan has changed.

There is an enchantment outside the Lingyuan Pavilion, and now that Mu Jingyan is here, the enchantment is probably gone.

Song Yexi said: "What is the emperor doing here?"

Song Yexi suddenly felt a pain in his arm, and in the next second he was tightly bound into a firm embrace.

"Cry if you want to."

The familiar embrace, the familiar temperature, and the familiar breath all surged into his heart for a moment. Song Yexi really wanted to cry heartily, but his nose immediately became sour, and tears finally fell down without disappointment.

Tears welled up in Song Yexi's eyes, he reached out and grabbed Mu Jingyan, clutching his sleeve tightly, at first he sobbed softly, and then wept loudly.

Whether it's a god or a demon, there should be all kinds of emotions and desires. Song Yexi didn't understand it before, but now Song Yexi's heart is that Wen Li taught him emotions, and it's like a spring breeze that melts emotions into Song Yexi's bones bit by bit, and never wipes them away. don't go.

He cried for a long time, but Mu Jingyan didn't move and let him cry.

Until, Song Yexi was tired from crying, and occasionally tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes.

Mu Jingyan wiped away the remaining tears from the corners of Song Yexi's eyes, Song Yexi came back to his senses, stepped back abruptly, and quickly wiped off the moisture on his face with his sleeve.

Mu Jingyan's deep watery eyes were still calm, he said calmly: "Everything in this world is over, let's go back."

Mu Jingyan looked up at the falling petals, gently caught the flying petals, and caught a piece of peach petals falling in the snow with his hands, it was tender and beautiful, but it was a pity that it turned out to be dust in the end.

He put down the petal and let it fall. Withering and decay is its fate. No matter what you do, it cannot change the fate. After all, everything cannot escape the fate of fate.

"He is just a passer-by in your destiny, and it is fate if you have a fate or not."

Song Yexi was fascinated by the look in Mu Jingyan's eyes when he caught the petal.

Mu Jingyan looked at him and said: "Birth, old age, sickness, death, parting from love, long-lasting hatred, unrequited and unforgettable, you have already experienced all the eight hardships in life, and the karma of reincarnation has already been paid off, why bother to keep thinking about it. "

What kind of feeling was that? For a moment, Mu Jingyan's eyes were indifferent, and the way he waved the petals down was very calm, but it gave Song Yexi a sense of heaviness, which was always oppressive.

Mu Jingyan wanted him to firmly believe that this was fate, fate, and fate.

How can the love engraved into the flesh and blood be said to disappear, Song Yexi secretly stuffed the two villains into his sleeves, bowed respectfully and saluted: "Thank you, Emperor, for your kindness, Song accepts it."

But Mu Jingyan stopped him: "Wait a minute, where do you want to go, this deity..."

Mu Jingyan stopped speaking when he reached his mouth, looking at Song Yexi's back, but he didn't know how to call him.

Song Yexi, who was walking out, stopped, but did not turn around: "What else is there for the emperor?"

The hand that wanted to grab Song Yexi was finally put down, and Mu Jingyan said, "It's nothing."

If they feel the same way, can Song Yexi also feel the emotions in his heart?

"But I have something to ask." Song Yexi turned around: "I should have died a long time ago, why did I reincarnate in the mortal world, how did I survive, and how did I come to the mortal world."

"I don't know either."

After Mu Jingyan finished speaking, Song Yexi paused, then turned and left.

As for Mu Jingyan, after Song Yexi left, he had to support the tree beside him, and his chest was in scorching pain.