God has been dead for 300 years

The boy in white was beaming, "You don't like this dress, do you?"

Huaying said, "You don't think it looks good, so naturally I don't like it either."

The person in the mirror let out an "oh", "If you don't like it, I like it, so from now on you—will you all wear white clothes with dark patterns of small cage flowers?"

Huaying's expression froze.

The boy in white said with a fake smile, "Why, don't you want to? Okay, master, brother!"

Huaying immediately went to the cage and took out a small cage flower dress to wrap around her body, and asked calmly, "Are you happy?"

The young man smiled and nodded frequently, "Of course."

"Brother, you go to buy materials, okay?"

Huaying looked at him hesitantly.

The boy turned around, only showing his back, and said in a faint voice, "Don't you want to go?"

Hua Ying hesitated to speak.

The boy seemed to understand his concerns, and said in a low voice, "I'll wait for you."

Huaying repeated, "I'll be back in half an hour, don't run away, wait for me to come back, okay?"

The man in the mirror bent his body.

Hua Ying repeated, "Are you okay?"

The figure lowered its head.

Huaying's heart relaxed, and she rushed to the lower realm like the wind.

The boy in the mirror dissipated instantly like a cloud of smoke.

When Huaying came back, Yihan's bedroom was as cold as an icehouse.

He took his steps lightly, while restraining the urge to go on a rampage while walking forward, he whispered, "Ahan?"

no respond.

Huaying closed her eyes, then opened them again.

He trembled his lips, and called out again unwillingly, "Yi Han?"

Dead silence.

He walked to the bronze mirror with heavy steps.

The familiar figure was no longer there.The light of the bronze mirror dimmed, sinking everything that had happened before into the stagnant water.

Hua Ying rushed to the dowry, only to see that there were faint cracks on the broken sword.

A thunderbolt exploded in his mind, and he stood there like a stone sculpture.Just listening to the sound of "ding--", the broken sword was torn apart.Hua Ying's pupils continued to dilate, and she hurriedly wanted to reach out to protect her.As soon as the fingertips touched the tip of the blade, the broken sword seemed to be relying on it, and it greedily sucked blood from its bloody mouth.

Huaying took a deep breath.

The calm face that was almost chapped stabilized.

He put his hands deep into the make-up dowry, letting the broken sword like a child's glutton make an inch of it.

It started with blood.

Then came the meat.

In the end, the meridians also disappeared without a trace, leaving only the phalanges.

Although the sacrifice was not small, the results were gratifying.

The shattered sword was finally put together into two pieces, alive, the tip of the blade was bent, as if raising its head timidly, and extremely ashamed.

Huaying didn't seem to feel the pain, so she sank into her forearm again, coaxing, "It's okay, eat more."

Broken Sword began to fight against himself.

One advance and one retreat, spinning around in place, struggling endlessly.

Huaying's expression moved slightly, and she suddenly thought of something, and suddenly realized, "Spiritual power resides in the body, and the best nourishment is...so..."

No wonder a hundred years have passed, and the remnant soul is still just a remnant soul.

What the broken sword needs to feed is not spiritual power at all, but the flesh and blood that the gods have been regenerating for thousands of years.

The spirit is its appearance, the blood is its cure, and the flesh is its body.

Hua Ying stretched out her hand, took the Broken Sword into her arms, and said, "Yihan, come back."

Before he finished speaking, two broken swords suddenly pierced into his heart.

Huaying clutched her heart and staggered out.

He flew to the top of the pomegranate tree in Shanghai, stepped into the black box, closed his eyes with a smile.

"Many years later, with silver and white as the ridge and vermilion as the seal, the Yihan Shenjian was recast into the world."

"He welcomed back the person he was thinking of."

"The former Ah Han has become little Li Bai."

"The sea of ​​flowers blooms again from Yuxian Mansion, and the whole courtyard is fragrant."

Yihan crawled out of the coffin, grasping the eaves with pale hands, muttering, looking around with strange eyes.

The past in the prison is as vivid as if it happened yesterday, but Li Bai's memory is still in trouble in his mind, the past of Yiyou and Xiyi, the entanglement between Yili and Yunhe, Yuanwei, Geyi, Lingyao, Qiniang wait.

Messy, messy.

He covered his head and fell straight to the tree.

A white shadow approached, with powerful hands firmly embedded in the thin waist.

The man in his arms frowned, and bowed his head exhaustedly.The corners of Huaying's lips that were about to be raised slowly sank.

But this time he didn't have to wait too long.The next day, the boy in black got up from the bed.

Hua Ying carefully handed over a cup of tea.

Yihan raised his eyelids and looked at him silently.

Suddenly, Hua Ying felt that the teacup in her hand weighed more than a thousand catties.There were several complex emotions in those two gazes staring at him.He seems to be demented, and even one of them is difficult to distinguish.

If it is a stare, there is water in the eyes.

It's not like the joy of reunion, because of the coolness in the pupils that are like ink.

After so many years, Huaying has already developed the ability to be thick-skinned and dark-hearted, and this time she is about to show off, saying, "Ahan, I have..."

The pale lips spat out two words, "Shut up."

Hua Ying was very obedient and did not refute, but bowed her head in a gesture of invitation.

Yihan said in a tone that wanted to wipe his neck, "It's promising, brother."

Hua Ying had no doubts that Yihan was the one who wanted to wipe his neck. Look at the murderous intent hidden in this tone, look at the gnashing of teeth.

Huaying bit her head and said, "It's easy to say..."

Yihan took Huaying's apology tea, drank it clean, and then continued to ask the teacher, "It's really green. I thought that there was no one more shameless than me in the world, but I didn't expect... Qing Leng, who once looked up to the fairy world Divine Lord, can you still do such a thing of taking advantage of people's danger?"

Hua Ying took the empty cup calmly, and sent it to the white jade table with spiritual power, then said, "I don't know what A-Han said about taking advantage of people's danger, exactly?"

Yihan frowned fiercely, and raised his voice, "You want me to elaborate?"

Huaying had no doubts that the word "more" in Yihan's mouth should have silenced "have face" in the middle, otherwise, Ahan's expression would not be so as if he wanted to eat people.

Thinking of the fact that all these years have been worth a lot of money, and that the top and bottom have been divided, Huaying coughed lightly and said, "I made a mistake. I shouldn't disrupt our seniority. You are my junior for a day, and you should be me for the rest of your life." Junior brother, how could I recognize you as my apprentice in a flash of my brain to take advantage of it, and our current relationship has become incompatible, neither embarrassing nor embarrassing."

Yihan returned with a "you also know" look.

Huaying continued to repent, "In order to remedy this, I have a plan to bring back the seniority - we performed the ceremony of intercourse early, so that there will be no disputes between the brothers and the master and the apprentice. It is better to hit the sun than choose the day Time is gone forever, how about we..."

Yihan said seriously, "Why don't we fight."

Huaying looked at Yihan in embarrassment, "I don't think it's right."

Yi Han felt calm, "Why?"

Hua Ying hinted, "The bed under you is not strong enough, that night..."

Yi Han said angrily, "Shut up!"

Hua Ying stopped abruptly when she was about to speak.

A burst of blush suddenly burst into Yihan's face, and he thought to himself, obviously he was much more sloppy than Huaying in the past, why has the feng shui turned around after all these years?How could he be the one being molested?

He still wanted to say something to compete, but after seeing the dark lines on the clothes of the white-clothed god, he swallowed back the manuscript that had already been typed.

Seeing that he had not spoken for a long time, Huaying moved closer with concern, and said softly, "Ahan?"

Yihan put his hands behind his head and leaned against the head of the bed rather depressed.

Huaying couldn't help but shouted again, "Ahan?"

Yihan glanced at him impatiently, "Your name is Hun?"

Hua Ying breathed a sigh of relief, "Make sure."

"Ok?"

"Make sure you're still there."

Yihan opened his mouth, and suddenly remembered the ten years when Huaying and the person in the mirror looked at each other, and he didn't know what it was like.

He bit his lip and stretched out his arms to Huaying.

Huaying was overjoyed immediately, her lips fluttered in a smile, and she hugged Yihan into her arms.

The boy in black whispered in the arms of the god in white, "I'm always here, don't be afraid."

Huaying closed her eyes, resting her chin on the top of Yihan's head, rubbing it lightly.

After a long time, he said, "OK."

A little breeze came in from the window coffin, carrying the warm fragrance of the whole room.The hair strands of the two are inadvertently entangled, as if they are tracing the life trajectories of the two, interspersed and entangled continuously, and finally tied into a knot, which is difficult to separate.

Huaying took off her shoes and socks and climbed onto the bed.

Halfway through the climb, Yihan opened his thin eyelids and said calmly, "Something is hitting me."

Huaying paused the movement of pushing Yihan in, and said quite calmly, "It's so happy that it can't hold back, so let's pay attention."

Yihan looked at Huaying speechlessly, "If you can't manage well, I can help you."

Huaying rolled her Adam's apple involuntarily, and said with her eyes darkened, "How do you want to help?"

With a blank expression on his face, Yihan said, "Cut it off."

Hua Ying: "..."

What a ruthless fairy.

The beauty of the inner bed disappeared, and Huaying shook her head helplessly and smiled.

Yihan straightened his clothes, turned over and got out of bed, put on his boots, and said to the god on the bed, "I'm going to find the immortal, just rest."

Hua Ying was very unhappy, "No."

Yihan turned around and frowned at him.

Hua Ying put her hand on Yi Han's shoulder and said with a smile, "I want to be with you."

Yihan had a look of "Are you still weaned?" on his face.

Huaying spread her hands helplessly, with a look of loss on her face, "Ahan, you should know that I am extremely fragile now. If I don't see the person I love for a while, I will be anxious, burning myself with fire, and almost dying. You won't let me I followed because I wanted to make money and kill myself.”

"I'm killing you..."

Hua Ying corrected, "I don't have a mother."

"Your grandma's..."

Hua Ying continued to point out, "I don't have a grandma either."

"Your ancestors!"

"You?"

Yihan found sadly that Huaying's face was already impenetrable, impervious to all poisons.

But now he can't scold and scold, and as for fighting, he can't beat this stinky shameless person.

His eyes widened, and his cheeks puffed up with anger.

Huaying let out a "huh", unable to control her curious hand, poked it with lightning speed, and sighed in amazement, "Ahan, your face is so soft, I..."

Yihan took a deep breath, "No, you don't want to."

Huaying looked at him disappointedly.

Yihan looked like the sky was saving his life, and gave up on himself, "What do you like, okay? You kiss, you gnaw, even if you bite off a piece of meat, I won't blink. Is that okay?"

Hua Ying's eyes lit up instantly.

Yihan stroked his forehead, "Please, be normal..."