Tiantan six

Luanhuang held her fan unconsciously, and said in a flustered manner: "Are you alive without any other hope? After countless years, you and I have a noble status envied by the world. How many people have accumulated blessings for generations? Can you just give up so easily in a position that Zan De can't change?"

"Yeah, this identity and this position are so good. I live clearly every day, know my mission, and know what I should do. Don't you feel like a puppet being manipulated all day long? Sometimes I feel that doing There is nothing wrong with being a person, living in a muddle and pretentiousness, breaking the law, and immortals and war gods are responsible for their lives, unknowingly ruining the stable world they sacrificed for, being a person can enjoy the fetters brought by the seven emotions and six desires, every life Love, hate, and hate can live according to their own ideas, how good it is to be a human being."

"Brother!"

She couldn't control her mood anymore, and she yelled out together, a little restless in her reserved and dignified posture.

"Are you crazy? You have parents, brothers and sisters, and the clan is still waiting for you to go back to take over the throne, but you say a dead word so easily every time. Are you ruthless? Or are you affectionate?"

The conversation between the two of them was half-clear, as if they were covering up something, some words were understandable, and some words were as far-reaching as the Arabian Nights.

Zhaoyue is a smart person, he knows that these two sons must know each other, and they are noble, they are not ordinary people, just look at the fan of Master Yan Yu, even if she has sung songs for ten years, it is difficult to buy a gem on it , Sighing secretly that his fate was poor, he quietly went down and ordered someone to serve two bowls of hangover soup.

"Don't you guys think I'm a madman? Don't you think I don't understand how many words I say in the open and in the dark?"

He stared at the westward sun outside, with a dazed look on his face, he seemed quite drunk, and smiled lightly: "Everything is like a gift, night and day, life and death, I thought I could stand far away and stare at you Sentient beings, but I have been stuck in it, unable to extricate myself, the loneliness and darkness in my heart can't even be warmed by the sun, let alone you?"

Taking advantage of Feng Lang's time watching the sky, she quickly poured out the wine and replaced it with hangover soup.

"You don't understand me, you don't understand..."

He muttered to himself in a low voice, touched the wine glass, gulped it down, and frowned suddenly: "You dare to be right with me? What kind of taste is this?"

Seeing his stupid look, Zhaoyue couldn't help laughing.

"What is the girl laughing at? Is it a joke? I am not afraid of jokes. Anyway, no one really understands me these years."

He was already drunk, and the hangover soup didn't work, Luanhuang reached out and patted his cheek with concern: "Are you a little dizzy?"

He raised his head vigorously and said, "I'm not dizzy, but my heart is a little dull. It's humane to drink Prozac, but my heart becomes more and more blocked after drinking. Why?"

"Brother, I don't know. The things in a person's heart have been hidden for a long time. Only wine can dig them out. The more you feel sober, the more intoxicated you will be. Drink less in the future."

Feng Lang lay on the table, feeling that he could not hold the wine glass steadily, looked at the overlapping purple figures in front of him and smiled and said: "Luanhuang, you will always be like this, you only think that you are smart and can get rid of everything, you cut yourself open Take a look with your heart, when your parents died on the battlefield, didn’t you feel the pain more than anyone else? You thought you were free, so you piled up yourself with countless precious and rare jewels and jade, and wrapped yourself in down and brocade fur. You like these, only I know, you are hiding, covering up..."

The slender body hidden under the purple clothes couldn't help shivering. She is obviously a demon with extremely high cultivation, how could she feel cold?How can you feel so chilled?

"It doesn't matter if you're drunk or not, you're really ruthless, you have a cold temper..."

With a few words, he took off her years of disguise in an instant. At this time, Luanhuang hated him very much, her face was pale, and she tried to smile brightly: "I have tried my best to protect you and persuade you. I even despise myself for being long-winded, but you know that if you die, I will lose even one person I can talk to, and I will be completely alone. How can you talk about my past so lightly? I just want you to live..."

Zhaoyue watched from the side with horror, let it be that she didn't understand what the two young masters said, why did Mr. Yan Yu cry, it was more distressing than a woman.

She pinched the silk handkerchief and struggled for a while: "Young master, wipe it off quickly."

Luanhuang stared at Zhaoyue's worried almond eyes, and subconsciously asked: "Tell me the truth, did I cry?"

Zhaoyue stiffened her neck and nodded, "It's no big deal to cry, it will make me feel better after crying."

Luanhuang took the veil and wiped her eyes, and sure enough, the veil was soaked. When she picked up the fan and was about to leave, she said to the moon, "It will be night soon. I see that the two young masters must know each other. Young master Yunque is already drunk. Also ask Mr. Yan to take him home."

"Family?"

She turned her head slowly, looking very confused, thinking about Fenglang's home, suddenly burst into laughter, stepped forward and held Zhaoyue's hand: "Good girl, thank you for your suggestion, I will take him home of."

This crying and laughing made Zhaoyue startled and startled, and when she was in a daze, Yan Yu helped Yun Que and went out.

"Fenglang, I really hope that I have never seen you in this life. Since you can talk about the past to hurt me, I can keep you inseparable for several days. You haven't been back to the palace for tens of billions of years? I have to let you Be homesick."

Luanhuang hugged Fenglang with one hand, and waved the fan towards the sea with the other hand. At this moment, the moon was on the branches, and the blue and calm sea was full of wind and tide.

After a few moments, a huge old turtle crawled out from the bottom of the sea, turned into an old man and cupped his hands, "Where did you come from, why did you disturb the Dragon Palace?"

Luanhuang raised her eyebrows, thinking that the old tortoise had a bad memory, her old eyes were dim, and she couldn't even recognize her: "It doesn't matter where I come from, the important thing is that I brought your second highness, Feng Lang, who is already drunk Now, take him back to the palace quickly."

"Second Highness!"

The old tortoise's half-closed eyes suddenly widened, and excitedly lifted the long white eyebrows in front of him, saw the face of the young man in front of him, and grinned: "It's been about tens of billions of years, I almost forgot What does His Highness look like, fortunately, I am so happy to see him again in my lifetime, thank you, miss!"

Luanhuang put the man on the old turtle's back and said: "Don't dawdle, let's go, I think the Dragon King and Queen will be very happy."

"Yes, yes, thank you, thank you girl..."

The old tortoise turned into its original form and carried Fenglang on its back, swimming down cautiously.

Luanhuang looked at the seaside for a long time, her expression was neither sad nor happy, she also forgot what it feels like to be happy, angry, sad, and happy for so many years, she was never really happy, nor really angry.

She used to be the treasure on the tip of her parents' heart, the pet on the palm of her hand. The Second Highness of the Dragon Clan of the South China Sea was born before her. She played with her since she was a child, and always covered her when there was something to do. This kind of good thing will disappear after hundreds of millions of years. .

Mortal people are greedy and presumptuous, destroying the place where they live. Logically speaking, what kind of person should live in what kind of place.

The immortal God of War who does not reveal his name on the Jiuzhongtian has experienced tens of millions of years of cultivation, and his moral cultivation is higher than that of all living beings, so he can live in the Jiuxiao Wonderland.

Although the gods and Buddhas under the blue sky are a spiritual body, that is, a soul, they like to boast about their good deeds, but they also accumulate good results, have perfect merit, and are respected by others.

The son of a divine beast, one can only get one by chance after tens of billions of years, and the soul that can devote himself to their world must be blessed by nature and recognized by nature, so there are very few, and tens of billions are rare.

Human beings are so small. In the universe, countless space worlds have human worlds. Most people will not restrain their desires. They only know how to indulge and seek temporary happiness and satisfaction in their hearts. The earth is not enough, they can only die.

When the earth was destroyed, monsters were dispatched, and the god of war came to this world to save the mess.

Her parents sacrificed to protect this world, and she cried, hated and hurt, but she dreamed at midnight that there was no mother hugging her to comfort her, she was hurt outside, and there was no father to enlighten her and care about her.

Originally, Brother Fenglang was always by her side to let her feel relieved, but after a few worlds passed, the God of War Gu Mo also sacrificed for others. Since then, the time between the two of them has become shorter and shorter, and the elder brother has become more and more persistent in searching for the master's soul. Talking to her is absent-minded, even avoiding her.

Sometimes thinking of the past, she stayed alone in the temple sadly, with the doors and windows closed tightly, smelling the thick warm fragrance, and wrapped in a thick brocade quilt, but she couldn't warm her heart.

This time Feng Lang exposed her, making her feel even colder all over.

She herself was wearing a feather coat and covered with four or five layers of fur quilts, but she still felt cold. She hugged herself tightly, shivering non-stop.

"Why are you willing to die and leave me alone, I am your own daughter! Daughter! You have spent so long looking forward to my afterlife, but you still abandon me for the sake of others, you all go away! Let's go! Let's all go!"

"Why are people so cruel, not only destroying their own world, but also taking you away! I know that I am able to come here and gain a noble status because I have accumulated a lot of blessings that are unmatched by all the people combined, but I No parents, no sisters, and now no brother!"

"Nature really treats me so cruelly? I have nothing! Why don't you punish people, but punish me! Why! Many gods of war who died because of people ended up dying, so why don't you Kill me! I don't want to live! I don't want to live!"

"Who knows the pain of parting from life and death! Who can comfort me! You say I don't understand you, how can you understand me!"

"I hate that I met you, I hate that I came to this world! I hate everyone here! You all die! Die!"

She rubbed her head viciously, her hair was in a mess, and the golden hairpin was in a mess, her eyes gradually faded as she smelled the fragrance, and she let out a growl amidst great compassion and anger.

The author has something to say:

Luanhuang is the girl I love most.