I became the short-lived white moonlight of the demon god

I thought it was outrageous enough to receive a holy object inexplicably, but who knew that this was just the beginning.

Since that day, strange things have always happened around Fengxuan.

For example, when you forget to sleep and eat for cultivation, there will always be hot food on the table when you wake up;

I went out and sneezed in the morning, and when I came back, all kinds of self-cultivation pills were fully prepared in the room;

There is no way to practice in practice, and when you go out the next day, you will always find relevant practice books unintentionally.

Up to this point, Fengxuan can still understand, guessing that the immortal arranged by Xiang Wenbai is watching in secret.

Until he asked about the latest news about Xiang Wenbai's holy relic the day before, even Xiang Wenbai didn't give him the latest answer.

As a result, when he took a walk the next day and found a note in the pavilion in the courtyard, on which was written the news of the sacred object that even Xiang Wenbai didn't know, Fengxuan fell silent.

He turned around and walked towards the yard next door, but was in vain again.

Feng Xuan: ...

When Xiang Wen Bai came to inform Xiang Wen Bai with the news at night, Feng Xuan calmly took out the note and spread it in front of Xiang Wen Bai.

Xiang Wenbo was shocked: "God, where did the news come from?"

Sure enough, this was not the news from Xiang Wenbo at all, so Feng Xuan became more and more determined in his heart, he glanced at the next door hall outside the window, casually: "A big rat with a dragon that has never seen its tail has become a spirit, Sent."

Xiang Wen Bai's face was blank.

The big mouse was determined to hide it, and he would definitely not be able to find out if he directly asked Wen Bai. Feng Xuan pinched his forehead with a headache and sighed helplessly.

That night, Feng Xuan wandered around the courtyard with only his single clothes on, and when he returned to the palace in the middle of the night, he coughed as expected.

Before pushing the door to enter the hall, Feng Xuan deliberately stood in front of the hall door and coughed loudly several times, and just now entered the hall and turned off the lights to fall asleep.

The Emperor's Hall was heavily guarded, and it was supposed to be the safest place in the fairy world. However, in the middle of the night, on the floor of the room, there was a faint dark shadow constantly jumping.

Feng Xuan was lying on her side facing the wall, her eyes were closed tightly, the moonlight penetrated the window and fell on the young man's elegant face, adding a bit of coldness.

In the room, there was a faint "da" sound - as if something was placed on the table.

The eyelashes of the person on the bed trembled suddenly.

Hei Ying was obviously trying his best to restrain the sound of footsteps and breathing. Feng Xuan had been concealed like this many times before, but this time Feng Xuan concentrated his attention, even though the man was cautious, he was still captured by Feng Xuan.

After the things were put down, the sound of footsteps gradually approached. Seeing that they were about to walk behind Feng Xuan, the sound of footsteps suddenly stopped. After a pause for a few seconds, they began to walk out along the way they came from.

Feng Xuan clenched the hand on the quilt, and just as the man was about to go out, Feng Xuan slammed the sword backhand, lifted the quilt and stood up, with light and quick movements, rushed to the door in an instant, and held the sword again .

The long sword was fixed in front of the man, blocking the only way out.

The black shadow turned around immediately, trying to escape by jumping out of the window, but was blocked by the flying long sword.

Feng Xuan's tone was cold: "How long are you going to hide?"

The man was obviously shocked, but he turned his face away, not daring to meet Feng Xuan's gaze - or rather, he didn't dare to let Feng Xuan see his face.

He turned around and changed another window to escape, but this time he was blocked by Feng Xuan's long arm.

"How long are you going to hide?" Feng Xuan repeated, emphatically saying the name word by word, "Li-Fu-Ren."

Li Furen wanted to run away again, but when he heard these three words, his whole body froze, and he didn't move anymore.

His voice was hoarse: "When did you guess it was mine?"

After his words fell, the night pearl in the room brightened up, illuminating the room as if it were daytime, and also illuminating Li Furen's pale but worried face.

Feng Xuan retracted the sword with his backhand, he took a step back, his pretty brows were slightly frowned, and he asked without answering, "Why did you come to the Emperor's Palace all the way?"

Li Furen avoided Feng Xuan's questioning gaze, his lips were tightly pursed, and his blood pupils were dark.

Feng Xuan tilted her head, and glanced at the typhoid medicine on the table: "I'm afraid you 'sent' the ancient cultivation books, medicines, news, and those two sacred objects these days?"

Li Furen pursed his lips even tighter, and remained silent.

But how could Feng Xuan not understand, Li Furen clearly acquiesced.

Feng Xuan was already prepared, he waved his long sleeves, and an exquisite small wooden box appeared on the table, neatly placed together with the elixir that Li Furen sent tonight.

The box contained the things that Li Furen had sent these days, including the two sacred objects.

The movement was a little big, Feng Xuan couldn't hold back and coughed lightly: "No matter what the purpose of Shangshen's coming to the Emperor's Palace, it has nothing to do with me."

"Now I have nothing in my sleeves, and I am already a helpless and lonely person. If God wants to use this to get something from me," Feng Xuan pointed to the messy things Li Furen sent, "I'm afraid it will make God disappointment."

Li Furen frowned, and defended: "Ah Xuan, I..."

Unfortunately, his voice was too low, interrupted by Feng Xuan's indifferent turning around.

Feng Xuan turned around bewilderedly, tilted her head slightly, confused: "Are you talking just now?"

But Li Furen refused to speak again.

Feng Xuan thought she had heard wrong.

So Fengxuan's eyes became expressionless again, he turned around and took a few steps, and when he heard nothing behind him, he couldn't help being curious, so he turned around and saw that Li Furen was still stubbornly standing where he was, not even thinking about moving at all. No.

Feng Xuan couldn't help calling softly: "God?"

After waiting for a while, Li Furen still remained silent.

Feng Xuan frowned puzzled, thinking: Could it be that what he said is not clear enough?

It wasn't until he glanced at the things on the table from the corner of his eye that he suddenly realized.

He stepped forward to pick up the wooden box, and handed it to Li Furen himself. In Li Furen's deep and bottomless eyes, there was a slight smile on his mouth: "Although the things sent out are splashed with water, the holy things are precious. God doesn't need to be embarrassed."

He patted the small wooden box, turned sideways to face the wide open door, his tone was clear and indifferent, but the meaning of farewell could not be more obvious: "Take it."

Li Furen spoke with difficulty: "This sacred object..."

Feng Xuan flatly refused: "If I want to find it, I will find it myself."

Li Furen's turbulent pupils almost turned black and red. He had to try his best to suppress his emotions so that he could barely control himself from losing control in front of Feng Xuan.

His body was unprecedentedly heavy, and his heart was like a knife. The blade was sharp, and each knife stabbed his heart until it was bloody and bloody, and he could no longer see the original appearance of the heart.

But Li Furen just lowered his head to hide the strange look in his eyes, took the wooden box, and under Feng Xuan's light and calm sight, he stepped heavily, step by step, towards the pitch black night.

He knew that Ah Xuan was behind him, watching him leave.

It's not that he doesn't understand the meaning of Ah Xuan's words.

He waited for Ah Xuan for thousands of years, during these thousands of years, he tried all the methods he could try, finally, Heaven begged him to make his dream come true, and Ah Xuan really came back.

But he personally told him that he had completely forgotten the past, and hoped that he would never mention it again.

Tiandao made a joke with him.It's like a trapped dying person, whose heart has shriveled long ago, and has had a good life in a few days. After finally finding the key to get out of desperation, he is about to unlock and get out of trouble, and regain his new life.

In the end, he opened the door and told him that the road behind the door was actually a dead end, and even if he took the key to open the lock, he would still not be able to touch the light in this life, and it was a dead end.

He didn't want to make Ah Xuan unhappy.

But Ah Xuan, more than him, is the last straw for the drowning man.

Ah Xuan can live without him, but he absolutely cannot live without Ah Xuan.

When he reached the door, Li Furen suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"Shangshen, is there anything else left behind?"

There was a long silence, so silent that Feng Xuan even thought that Li Furen had fallen asleep, and suddenly heard Li Furen's slightly trembling voice:

"Ah Xuan, if I say, I'm here for you..."

Feng Xuan was stunned.

After a while, he raised the corners of his lips, as if hearing a funny word, he chuckled without any malice or emotion.

Li Furen seemed to have said the same thing in the Indus Forest last time.

He only thought that Li Furen felt ashamed of him after he perfected Li Furen and the two of them by refining medicine with his own body, so he would chant sutras for him for thousands of years, begging for his forgiveness.

Today Li Furen said such words again, Feng Xuan had no choice but to smile and enlighten:

"You don't have to worry about the things I did before."

After talking about it, I can't explain it clearly. In the final analysis, even Feng Xuan himself has not figured out exactly how he owed Li Furen, and when and how he owed it.

"You just need to know that I am willing to do all of this, you don't owe me anything, and from now on, I won't owe you half a penny, that's all."

The veins on the back of Li Furen's hands clasping the box were fully visible, but completely hidden in the dark night.

Is this the meaning of severing ties with him?

As long as we can get rid of the relationship with him, even if we have paid so much and suffered so much grievance in the past, we can just laugh it off and never mention it again?

It was as if my heart had been crushed, and it was so painful that I couldn't even breathe.

Li Furen thought in ecstasy:

Really... don't want to see him so much?

But Feng Xuan didn't know what Li Furen was thinking at all, he thought that what he expressed was very clear, so he nodded slightly and asked, "Do you understand?"

【Understand. 】Clearly there is only one word, but Li Furen feels extremely difficult to even open his mouth at this time.

Feng Xuan didn't care about it, but suddenly became curious about another person: "Why haven't you seen Le Rong by your side?"

Li Furen's body froze again, the strength of his palm was so strong that several shallow holes had been cut on the side of the box.

Every word Feng Xuan said pierced his heart like a knife.

But Feng Xuan didn't know it, he teased like a joke: "Why, when are you willing to leave him alone at home?"

Feng Xuan's original intention was to liven up the slightly awkward atmosphere.

It's just that for some reason, after he said these words, he felt that the air pressure around Li Furen's body became more and more frighteningly low...

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-04-1100:02:55~2021-04-1223:52:37期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: うまごやし 5 bottles;

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