The blood clan boss was sucked blood by the opponent's light god

Looking out of the window, you can see the long, seemingly endless stone steps extending from the top of the mountain all the way down.The afterglow of the setting sun, which was gradually dimming, shone on the two figures, making them bright and small.Looking at small things always tends to take more effort on the eyes, Ji Mengsheng felt that the burrs in his eyes were uncomfortable, and with a light blink, a few tiny tears came down easily.

Exactly how many years ago, on a night full of moon and stars, I stood by the window like this, watching those two people go away little by little.Since then, I have acquired a very troublesome bad habit, that is, I like to stand stupidly by the window, look stupidly at the unchanging scenery, and stupidly wait for someone who is impossible to appear again——

Her little furball.

The little ball of fur in my memory is still a small ball, because I have not yet learned to fully transform, so the furry ears and furry claws are often exposed.Every time at this time, he would rush towards her in a panic. "Mother Concubine! Mother Concubine!" Calling her in a low voice, he raised two soft and chubby little wolf paws, "Hands and hands have become like this again."

Every time at this time, she would teach him the method of controlling unstable magic power again without a wave of embarrassment.

Back and forth, I taught it a total of four or five hundred times.

In fact, she knew that the little furball had learned it a long time ago, and the little furball was deliberately looking for an opportunity to talk to her, and wanted her to hold her paw.

Because she didn't want to have a deep relationship, she has always avoided too much contact with him, and has always maintained a mother-child relationship that is as light as water. Naturally, it is impossible to satisfy his little wish.

Even if she really wanted to.

Want to hold those two little paws.Hold it gently, but firmly.Hold on and never let go.As long as she holds these hands, she is willing to walk with him no matter where the world ends.

But, no.

Fate has no generosity and kindness to give her such an opportunity.

"Everything is preordained long ago, and the future has already been decided a long time ago."

This sentence is often said by the elders of the gods and witches who raised them. When I was young, I couldn't understand it, and I just found it nagging.Later, I understood, but it also became the words I mentioned from time to time.Over and over and over again, it is a prophecy that is bound to come true, and it is also a warning that the hanging beam will stab the stock.

Ever since she first used the real ability of watching the sundial, she must always remind herself that no matter how exciting happiness she is immersed in now, she must not be paralyzed by the short-term joy and sweetness.

The figures of the two people on the stone steps had completely disappeared, and Ji Mengsheng finally looked away from the window.Like any ordinary evening, she simply gnawed a big bone, rolled the hair off her clothes with a sticky hair roller, cleaned herself up, pushed open the courtyard door, and said to the guards waiting outside: "I've been waiting for a long time. .”

Then, calmly walked down the mountain step by step.

After more than 1000 years, she was finally able to leave, but what's the use?

It was never Zixushan who trapped her in the cage, but the decision of fate.

The decision of fate cannot be shaken or changed, this is a theorem she has long known.

Now, the time has come, and she is free.

Then, she, Ji Mengsheng, will die today.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty said that you know the way back."

The two guards "sent" her to the north gate of the palace, saluted respectfully, and then turned and left together.

Standing here, you can glimpse the Wuyou Palace where Lang Hongye lives.The carved beams and painted buildings, the cornices are curled up, and the red gold glazed tiles are bathed in the last rays of the setting sun in the evening, sparkling like golden waves, burning and flowing.

Ji Mengsheng squinted his eyes due to the shaking, his vision was turbulent and blurred, the scene in front of him was as gorgeous and gorgeous as it was a thousand years ago, and it also had a prosperous and peaceful atmosphere after internal and external troubles were eliminated.

very nice.she thought silently.Your childhood wishes have finally come true.

The appearance of Ling Hongye after proclaiming the emperor was already blurred in her mind, but the appearance of young Ling Hongye became clearer and deeper day after day.

Gloomy, sad, sick and discouraged.Contrary to his brothers, Ling Hongye has never been able to be described as youthful, fresh clothes and angry horses.He is a seed thrown in a dark corner unintentionally, and he can only grow up inch by inch, knotted and twisted with a desperate effort to refuse to admit defeat.

Ji Mengsheng always remembers that there has been an old proverb circulating among the gods and witches for a long time: Without love, even the children of gods will be raised into monsters.Lang Hongye almost turned into a monster, unable to feel joy or sorrow, no tears or smiles, the tall and handsome young man with a weak crown looked at Shulang Qingju, but in fact his stomach was full of calculations and bad water.

Fortunately, such Ling Hongye was somewhat rescued by her.Although she herself had never received a lot of love, she still gave him as much as she could.What a precious thing love is, why did I become so generous when I was frugal and almost stingy from a young age?After thinking about it, Ji Mengsheng could only blame himself for being young and ignorant when he first met Ling Hongye, and he couldn't pull out after stepping on the hole.

Spring outing, apricot blossoms blowing all over your head.Who is young in Moshang?foot romantic.

None of these.There is no light rain of apricot blossoms, nor is it romantic.Ling Hongye just rode a stubborn horse as unpleasant as himself, and broke into her secluded valley without saying a word.Then, he came and went, and only used a few bright red pomegranate flowers to deceive her to the palace.

Lang Hongye's palace is the simplest and most inconspicuous among all the princes. It is not too much to say that it is affordable housing.Looking at the old palace nestled in the two courtyards in front of him, Ji Mengsheng's forehead was covered with black lines, thinking that his old lady might as well go back to farm!

However, looking at Ling Hongye's sickly face and those always dull eyes, she could only give up the idea of ​​going back to her hometown to farm.

Such damned sympathy!

Her job is hunting and farming, and her hobbies are singing and dancing. In addition, she also has a talent skill of the werewolf of the Shenwu tribe, which is to cure diseases.From powerful curses to highly poisonous potions, from severe genetic diseases to acquired disorders, she doesn't know anything——

It doesn't matter if I don't know.Because, the gods and witches can purify and dissolve these things through their own vitality.In a sense, it is very similar to the equivalent exchange of barter.

So, Ji Mengsheng thought, although he couldn't turn Lang Hongye into a lively and cheerful young man, at least he had to get rid of the fierce demonic poison engraved in his blood and bones from the womb of his mother.

Fortunately, most of this poisonous miasma had been eliminated by Lang Hongye himself in a cruel way that almost cut out the flesh and bones, otherwise, she might not be enough to take this life.

In short, as the treatment progressed, she also provided a routine therapy service by the way, acting as a three-legged cat psychiatrist.Lang Hongye seemed to really have a heart-to-heart relationship with her. A person who usually can't beat a dull fart with three sticks would hold her hand and slowly confess his affairs to her.

To be honest, Ji Mengsheng was really not willing to listen to it, he was so depressed, it was just a story of struggling to survive in the palace with a crooked neck tree.It is a crooked-neck tree with ideals and ambitions, full of grievances and ambitions, faint, secret, and unspeakable, but like a blue open flame, burning silently and scorching people temperature.

Want to live with dignity and dignity.

I want everyone who harmed my mother's family to pay the price.

I want to follow my own ideals and create a neat and tidy world.

Also, "I want to be with Shengsheng for a long time and never be separated."

Ji Mengsheng thought about it at the time, this wish was put at the end, so it is not strong, it is dispensable.Sure enough, when the other wishes were fulfilled, the last wish was left behind by Lang Hongye.

Thinking of this, Ji Mengsheng let out a long sigh, and with a sigh, the pair of fluffy big white ears on his head also lost their airplane ears.In the palace, ears, tails, and claws must never be exposed. She used to pay great attention to it, but now, it doesn't matter!

Enter the north gate, pass through the imperial street, and walk eastward along the narrow road. The vermilion palace walls on both sides build a labyrinth of layers and layers, which is endless and endless.However, even with her eyes closed, she can go where she wants to go.

Step by step to the end, what stands in front of you is a tall vermilion wall, which seems to be a deserted dead end, but it is actually one of the countless secrets between her and Lang Hongye.Raise your hand, put your palm against the wall brick, and softly chant a series of mantras. She hadn't read it for more than 1000 years, and she ate a few screws, and her tongue almost couldn't be straightened.

A portal like a moon portal appeared in response to the sound. It was pitch-black, with traces of medicinal fragrance wafting out, and sparks and candlelight escaping.Ji Mengsheng gently pressed out the breath he had held in his lungs for a long time, lifted the hem of his skirt, and stepped in.

There is no palace.

The inner hall is quiet and deep, filled with the strong smell of medicine and sandalwood.Lang Hongye hates people, hates people, resists people, and doesn't trust people. He still maintains the same habit as before, not letting anyone get close to him or appear within sight.The entire inner hall was empty and silent, only two servants, one tall and one short, stood there far away.

The light leaked from the panes of the inner hall, forming two groups of dark shadows at their feet, as if inadvertently leaking a little thought that seemed to be hidden, inviting people to explore.

Ji Mengsheng didn't notice the other side, it was like being locked in a vacuum container, unable to breathe.She just walked stiffly and slowly through the heavy veils, towards the man leaning on the soft bed.

When the last veil was blown away, the sound, light, shadow and color all faded away in an instant. Ji Mengsheng was surprised to find that at this moment, although she was only one step away from Lang Hongye, there seemed to be a whole distance between them. A distant void.

So far away that even Lang Hongye's voice and appearance were blurred into a dancing shadow in the field of vision.

With a soft "snap", it was Lang Hongye who lowered his emaciated hand with bulging veins, and put the book he had been reading on the desk beside him.Slowly closing his sunken eyes, instead of looking at her, he just called out calmly: "Concubine Xi."

Ji Mengsheng shook his head, "I'm not."

The candle swayed a bit.

"Sheng Sheng."

Only then did Ji Mengsheng show a slight smile.

"Son of a bitch."

Lang Hongye breathed out a trace of breath, as if he was happy or mocking himself. "Come on." He waved to her slowly.

Ji Mengsheng stepped forward indifferently, and sat down beside him.

Ling Hongye opened his eyes and stared fixedly at the gorgeous reliefs on the roof of the palace. "Shengsheng, I brought you back from Zixu Mountain, are you happy?"

"It's okay, that's it." Ji Mengsheng picked up the book that Ling Hongye had read halfway from the desk, flipping through it.She is a scumbag. When she was in the palace, Ling Hongye offered to teach her to read, but she refused to study hard.Now looking at the black and white characters on the paper, I can recognize them all, but I don’t know what they mean when they are strung together.

"Why don't you call yourself 'Zhen'?" Ji Mengsheng looked at him, "Aren't you happy being the emperor?"

"You don't understand, self-proclaiming is a very important thing." Ling Hongye replied weakly, "Proclaiming ourselves is our self-cognition. Just like now, in front of you, I can only be me."

Ji Mengsheng curled the corner of his mouth, "It's as if you are an honest person."

"I'm not, do you? You're hiding much more things than me, right?" Ling Hongye shifted his gaze to her face, and wanted to say something, when he suddenly coughed violently, "Put... the hair cream ……Give me."

Ji Mengsheng fed him hair cream very skillfully, just like he had done countless times in the past.

Lang Hongye coughed until he was almost gasping for air, and barely stopped. He poked his head tremblingly, and spit out a ball of fur balls covered in black and red blood into the small ceramic bowl in Ji Mengsheng's hand.

Ji Mengsheng's brows suddenly became pimples, and soon they relaxed again.Although Ling Hongye was sick and drowsy, his eyes were still sharp, "As you can see, my time is numbered."

"Oh." Ji Mengsheng nodded, "Sound and smile, keep it in my heart."

"As early as the time when you refused to use the sundial to predict my fate, I already had a premonition of the current ending." Ling Hongye snorted, "Actually, I don't care if I know it or not. What needs to be done still has to be done, and nothing is missing.”

"It doesn't matter to you whether I agree or not." Ji Mengsheng's bright eyes moved, "Because, no matter what, you will imprison me in Zixu Mountain, won't you?"

Lang Hongye: "Yes."

Ji Mengsheng: "It is absolutely impossible to let me out."

Lang Hongye: "Yes."

Ji Mengsheng: "I can't wait for the whole country to treat me as the only person who disappears completely."

Lang Hongye: "Yes."

Ji Mengsheng: "Why?"

Lang Hongye's mouth congealed into a sad smile, "Then why did you insist on giving Ah Ying to the devil as a proton back then?"