I'm doing business in the Shura field [Rebirth]

After a long time, Jiang Jinghong broke the silence: "It's getting late, let's go back."

"Ah, um." Fang Qinghong came back to his senses, turned his head and said to the man standing there blankly: "His Royal Highness, let's go."

The latter did not speak, and after a while, his body moved, and he lifted his feet and walked towards the edge of the barrier.

Jiang Jinghong questioned Fang Qinghong with questioning eyes. The latter spread his hands and said helplessly, "He only listens to Master Daoyan. At other times, he has his own temper."

But without him manipulating the magic soldiers to open the barrier, the people inside would not be able to get out.Therefore, the five of them followed behind at a moderate pace, and when Fang Qinghong and his party arrived at the entrance, the Black Flood Dragon King was already able to shout at people.

"It's too slow! What are you doing to eat, and you want me to wait for you!"

The originally devastated person was full of energy, and it looked as if nothing had happened. If Fang Qinghong hadn't run fast enough, he would have been kicked in the ass.

Seeing this, the young man put his hands on Jiang Jinghong's shoulders, hid behind him and stuck out half of his head, and couldn't help teasing: "Isn't it because we came early, seeing that His Highness is still crying."

The blood of the Black Flood Dragon King surged up in an instant, and he was furious: "You bastard, bastard boy, I won't skin you today!"

Fang Qinghong pulled Jiang Jinghong, and swayed left and right under the attack of the storm. "Hey, show mercy. Brother Jiang is the only thing we rely on when we go out. If we break it, we can't leave."

Jiang Jinghong, who was used as a shield, smiled: "Brother Fang, if you really value me, you shouldn't put me under a dangerous wall."

Chunyu Yan immediately chimed in: "That is, don't involve your own affairs with my Patriarch!"

He Lianjue, who watched them jumping around and making a mess, said: ...

When the commotion was almost over, the five of them finally set off again and turned back the same way.They have to go to the teleportation point when they came, and then they can open the passage again with the power of the Six Demon Soldiers.

At this time, they were in a very different state of mind than when they came here, and they could still maintain a casual and relaxed conversation along the way.

Seeing that the Black Flood Dragon King didn't say a word, as if he disdained to join forces with them, Fang Qinghong took the initiative to run to his side, looking for a topic to ask: "Do you and your master usually get along like this?"

The Black Flood Dragon King asked back: "Otherwise, what do you think it is?"

we thought...

Fang Qinghong and He Tiantian who came over looked at each other, and wisely kept silent.

The original imagined picture:

The cool breeze is blowing, the autumn moon is boundless, and the beauty is flying across the waves. Under the bright and clear light, she is smiling gracefully.

The King Jiao turned into a prototype, slowly swimming in the vast East China Sea with the beauties on his back, and they talked about their ideals in life.The atmosphere is harmonious, with subtle ambiguity.

When the beauty in white left, neither of them expected that this parting would be an eternal separation between man and nature.

Actual picture:

The Black Flood King Cat is sleeping happily in a dark cave deep in a trench.Immortal Daoyan was indeed carrying the wine, but because he was holding the wine in both hands, he didn't bother to spare his hands.

The ferocious female devil head kicked directly, shaking the stone wall so much that the monsters of the East China Sea thought they were being attacked.He ran out in a mess and saw that nothing happened.

A group of monster clans followed the movement and chased to the closed-door retreat of their own king. They saw the slender and slim white shadow kicking and shouting excitedly: "Get up, ouch, my girl is here to see you!"

All the monsters looked at each other.

In the cave, the Black Flood Dragon King was abruptly awakened, and got up full of anger.

He wanted to kill the uninvited guest who disturbed his slumber, so his mouth grew, but when he heard the sound, his bloody mouth closed instantly.

He didn't want to have his scales pulled out again, just that time, he didn't dare to change back to its original shape for hundreds of years - the once mighty and majestic body that he was proud of turned into that naked and ugly look, How could he raise his head in front of his subjects when he was seen by outsiders? !

So, before Dao Yan kicked down the [-]-meter-high cliff, the Black Flood Dragon King swam out of the cave in a desperate manner.

"Pfft—" just half a sound came out of his mouth, but Fang Qinghong quickly covered it with his hands.

Seeing this, the Black Flood Dragon King who was interrupted in the middle of the speech was immediately angry: "You kid just wait here and laugh at me, don't talk about it, let me go to the back."

Fang Qinghong, who accepted as soon as he was good, was ordered to leave.

He clasped his hands and fingers, put his pillow behind his head, retreated between Jiang Jinghong and He Lianjue, and asked endlessly in an astonishing voice: "What did you see in the Gate of Wonders?"

Jiang Jinghong was thoughtful: "Did you just see something? I thought it was brother Fang who raised the requirements for the realm of cultivation, so that he could quickly advance to the rank."

Fang Qinghong grasped the point at once: "It also asked what you want?"

Jiang Jinghong nodded.

Isn't this a lie!

He also said that he is the Son of Destiny, special... In the end, everyone asked him over and over again!

Fang Qinghong asked: "How did it ask you?"

Jiang Jinghong: "Ask me, as a continuation of my sins, if I have thought about changing my own destiny."

Different.

Fang Qinghong's mind moved, and he continued: "What did Brother Jiang say?"

Jiang Jinghong answered very frankly: "Yes."

Fang Qinghong blinked: "And then?"

Jiang Jinghong stopped talking, and stared at him with delicate eyes.

Uh, that, it won't have anything to do with me, will it?

The young man had his thoughts written all over his face.

Seeing Jiang Jinghong, he smiled again, and the calm atmosphere disappeared immediately.He withdrew his gaze and stared straight ahead, "Anyway, it's an interesting thing, even if it's a bit regretful in terms of the result, it still makes me want to try it."

"Oh, that's it, haha, it's not bad." Fang Qinghong laughed awkwardly, then turned to He Lianjue, "What about you?"

Then he realized that the other party was also looking at him with complicated eyes.

?

What's wrong this is, one by one.

Fang Qinghong: "Wait, it's not related to me, is it?"

The two stared at each other silently for a while, seeing that He Lianjue had no intention of refuting, the young man couldn't help shouting in his heart: Really!

After He Lianjue heard the voice, he didn't respond at first.She was more confused than careful consideration.

While hesitating, she heard a voice saying, "You know, you are also the one chosen by fate."

He Lianjue was taken aback, and the words on his lips blurted out: "What do you mean?"

"Including you, those who have emotional entanglements with the Son of Destiny are all chosen ones. You shoulder the mission of falling in love with the Son of Destiny and paying for him. In return, Heaven will give you preferential treatment beyond ordinary people."

"The talents you can have and the opportunities you get are all affected by the destiny in the dark."

He Lianjue thought about it for a moment, and said sarcastically, "So? We are just more advanced pawns."

The owner of the voice does not deny it: "How you think, how far you have achieved, and what the final result will be are all created by your own choices."

"What do you want to say?" He Lianjue's expression turned ugly: "... Everything before was just my own fault?"

"No, it's the inevitability of the way of heaven that endowed you with personality."

"I don't admit it, why do you judge me like that!" He Lianjue said angrily.

There is nothing more murderous than this.

If everything is arranged by heaven, then where is her own will reflected?

All the previous resistance, repression, forbearance, and hard work, she worked hard in exchange for freedom from being manipulated by others, and she is proud of being in charge of her own destiny.

In the end, tell her that it was all a decision made in the dark, influenced by the way of heaven?

This kind of self-destruction is not to mention ordinary people, it is a terrible blow to monks.It is tantamount to fundamentally denying their way of practice.

The voice ignored her tiny powerlessness and resentment, and continued to say in a calm and straight tone: "He Lianjue, now you have a chance."

"From this moment on, who do you want to be? What do you want?"

"Me? I want to be myself!"

"The karma is over. From now on, you will bear all the karmic consequences of your words and deeds. All actions are impermanent and the world is unpredictable. Cherish yourself."

Before He Lianjue could speak, his vision went dark and he fell into a coma.In her dream, she saw two scenes, one of which was her past memory.

At that time, she gave Fang Qinghong a medicine made from a magic beast, and when the latter was about to lose his clothes, he made a breakthrough in the face of danger and forced himself to get rid of the negative effects of the medicine.

Hearing the sound of leaving footsteps outside the curtain, the grievance that He Lianjue had suppressed for many years suddenly exploded at this critical point.

It is true that she did use Fang Qinghong, as long as she has the other party's blood, why not give birth to another Taoist fetus in hundreds of years?

Besides—

With Fang Qinghong's personality, if he knew of the existence of children, how could he abandon them?

In this way, in this way...

In the bottom of He Lianjue's heart, there was another voice, tirelessly bewitching her, in order to indulge his feelings.

This imaginary child is not only a capable heir, but also a container in which she secretly stores many unspeakable thoughts.

The footsteps outside the curtain stopped suddenly, and then turned back.

"Why don't you leave?" He Lianjue pulled the curtain abruptly: "Aren't you afraid that I will do something to you again?"

The other party turned his back, pointed the back of his head at her, and reached out for a handkerchief.

He Lianjue's eyes were hot, and the tears flowed more and more violently.

She listened to the other party's soft words of persuasion, and she also heard her own words that she said that she wanted a child.

After Fang Qinghong said: "Oh, forget it, you grew up in the Demon Realm after all. To have a child, you still have to do it with your Taoist companion." After that, the two fell into a lengthy silence.

He Lianjue suddenly realized that there was not even a common topic between them.

Compared with her own wishful thinking, this made her feel more at a loss.

At this time, the young man suddenly said: "Look."

He pointed out the window of the palace, an old tree that was dying, without the nourishment of sunlight, there was still a bud on the branch, half-bloomed tremblingly.

What a frail gesture.He Lianjue hates the weak.

"How hard it lives. You too, don't just stare at the road in front of you." The young man said so, and smiled back: "Give yourself more opportunities, huh?"

"Although I don't know how you got here these years, I think it must have been difficult. This has made you survive, and it will definitely be better in the future."

He Lianjue slowly withdrew his gaze, lowered his head, and silently grasped the quilt tightly.But the young man thought that she was no longer crying and had recovered, so he left.

No one knew how He Lianjue lived at the end of that day, she thought this was also the weakest time she had experienced in a thousand years.

She also only allowed herself to be weak this time.

"Why do you need to think about it for so long?"

Familiar with the voice engraved into the soul, He Lianjue came back to his senses, and there was a magnified handsome face in front of him.A fresh, vivid face.

She almost couldn't help reaching out and touching him.

However, before He Lianjue could take any action, the young man who saw someone regained consciousness straightened his body and distanced himself from her again.

He Lianjue turned his face away and said in a low voice: "I saw the past." Ours.

"Ah?" Fang Qinghong couldn't help but flicked her forehead: "How long are you going to be trapped? Have you forgotten what I said?"

"Give yourself a little more chance."

Reality and memory overlapped, and the emotions overflowing in her chest almost burst out.But in the sourness of fullness, the heart beats uncontrollably and fast.

He Lianjue blurted out: "When you meet Liu Menghan in the future, be careful."

Fang Qinghong was slightly stunned, more than one person had asked him to pay attention to Liu Menghan.

Fang Qinghong: "Why?"

"She's different from us." He Lianjue considered his words: "She's the one with the least retreat among us."

Fang Qinghong gradually restrained his smile, and asked in a deep voice: "What did you see?"