Abandoned Immortals

Demons appeared a long time ago.

Always reminding her that she is an incompetent person.

Friendship can't be both, either bear a thousand years of infamy and sacrifice the lives of the common people, or have no hesitation and be heartless.

But she can't let go of the world, and live together with the person she loves, and it's hard for her to be single-minded and completely cut off the world of mortals. She can only struggle and wander in endless tension and pain, which will never end.

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"Sovereign! Human life is at stake, please make a decision early!"

In the noisy meeting hall, all the elders shouted in unison.

No one heard it, and a person mocked from the depths of her sea of ​​consciousness: "You can't do it."

She was ruthless, turned to watch and listen, held the warm Yin-Yang jade tightly in her palm, and replied in a deep voice: "I will follow what the elder said."

On the top of Tianxuan, Xuan Yuexin looked up to the sky and smiled, her body was smashed to pieces, and her last sliver of reason, her last bit of longing and hope were also buried together.

The beast hidden in her heart finally broke out of the prison, step by step, stepped on the bones everywhere, came to her, raised her jaw, and looked at her face mockingly.

Like playing tricks on a down-and-out clown.

"Keep in mind forever, this rain of blood and mountains of corpses are all your fault."

Ye Qingyu raised the corners of her lips, gently bit her ear, engraved this cruel truth into her flesh and blood, fused into her soul, accompanied by reincarnation, and made her regret it life after life.

She wants to make atonement for her choice and for the harmed people.

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She is a passer-by in the world of mortals, wandering in samsara.

But no matter which life, wherever she goes, what kind of person she becomes, at the end of the reincarnation, she can see the shadow of another person.

Ye Qingyu was still condescending, watching her evilly.

She was forced out of breath.

But she knew that she would not be forgiven, nor would she be relieved.

Fear is everywhere, breaking through the body and brewing into hysterical madness.

They reunited in the water dungeon under Dao Yanzong, with white hair and red eyes, elegant demeanor and noble status that are unforgettable in their memories.

She no longer struggled, desperate.

In this life, if all the organs are exhausted, can he turn against the general?

When she woke up again, the bloodstains engraved on Ye Qingyu's white wrist came into view, but her face was calm.

She decided to fulfill her inner obsession, but she never thought that Ye Qingyu would compromise.

After thousands of years of reincarnation, she is no longer what she used to be.

In a trance, the soft light that flashed in the eyes of that man made her confused, as if that crazy woman also understood joys and sorrows, the appearance of emotions and desires.

When the sky collapsed and blocked millions of demon soldiers, she and the world died together.

There are mountains and rivers in her eyes, and the blue sky is cloudless.

Ye Qingyu calculated all the tricks, and predicted the ending of everyone, including herself.

From ancient times to the present, no one can shake her determination, and her life and death are all in her own hands.

Even if your soul is scattered, you must achieve your obsession.

On the top of Profound Sky, the laughter was rampant, but it was the only time she had fulfilled her long-cherished wish in this life, the only time she showed joy and went crazy regardless of the cost.

In her life, she got nothing.

Or rather, she didn't bother to get it.

Except for her eternal infamy, no one knows everything about her.

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A line of lonely footprints appeared in the boundless snow field. She walked farther and farther until her slender black figure disappeared in the whistling wind and snow.

Que Qingyun walked forward along this line of footprints, her steps coincided with the imprints left in the snow, the creaking footsteps were mixed in the whistling wind, lonely and lonely.

After an unknown amount of time, the rain and snow stopped, and she saw the back of the person who was about to disappear.

At the end of the extension of the footprints, the man stopped in the snow without looking back.

--go back!

The two words reverberated in the world, causing her to stop and stare blankly at Ye Qingyu.

The back seemed to let out a sigh, but no one heard what she said.

When a gust of wind blows, all obsessions and visions are blown away by the wind, as if they have never been in this world.

The mist condensed, forming a shimmering white light around her.

Through the flickering light, she saw her young self, with a dignified expression, leaning over the desk, and wrote: "All people live in the world."

It takes a hundred years to practice swords, a thousand years to practice people, and ten thousand years to practice the mind.

That was the past of her sincerity and no regrets, and her blood and loyalty.

Countless wishes gathered towards her, clearing away the clouds and mist for her, revealing a wider sky.

The void collapsed, the power supporting the heaven and earth weakened rapidly, and layers of cracks began to appear on her side.

The ice and snow melted in an instant, and the white light continued to flicker.

Scenes of pictures jumped quickly, passing her eyes like a revolving lantern, reminding her of many moments in the past.

All the fog and shadows were about to disappear, and she was drawn by the dark, and found a picture that was rapidly shattering from among thousands of mirror images.

The woman with silver hair and red eyes was barefoot, leaning on the swing, swinging her legs leisurely, and the swing under her seat swayed slightly with her movements.

She hummed an unknown tune, like a melancholy ballad in a distant memory.

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Que Qingyun woke up with eyes wide open, with tears in the corners of her eyes, and her heart was filled with melancholy for a long time.

She breathed lightly, through the hazy tears, what she saw was the familiar roof, and a sachet hung by the bed, exuding a light sandalwood fragrance.

After lying on the couch for an unknown number of years, the stiff limbs slowly regained consciousness, Que Qingyun propped up his upper body, and looked around.

The memory gradually came back with the ups and downs of breathing. This is the other courtyard in the back mountain of Tinglanzong, and every furnishings is still the same as before.

The window was opened halfway, and looking out from the window was the mountains of Tinglanzong stretching for thousands of miles.

She got up, walked slowly to the window, and looked at the neat and quiet courtyard.

Looking past the luxuriant sycamore tree in the corner of the courtyard, he subconsciously looked into the distance, as if he wanted to find a dazzling red glow in the mist.

The mountains are silent and there is no trace of anyone.

She withdrew her gaze, but out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a word spread out on the table.

The handwriting is strong, and the greenness and childishness have faded away. With a splash of ink, it is written in one stroke.

All the world.

There is such a person who has been entangled with her for hundreds of generations and for thousands of years, from being ignorant of the world to being extremely insane.

In the end, she inherited her last wish and repaid all the grievances and enmities for her.

Go to the heights she has never been to, achieve the achievements she never expected, and build a brand new world.

When she was feigning death and comatose, her soul was locked in the sea of ​​consciousness. Even though her body didn't do anything, she could hear every word Yu Lianxin whispered in her ear.

Caressing the dried ink with five fingers, she has never been so indulgent in thinking for a moment.

Naturally, he picked up his pen and studied the ink, and next to Yu Lianxin's inscription, he neatly added four words:

Do not regret the world of mortals.

The author has something to say: the fourth episode is about Ye Qingyu.

The next chapter is the big wedding essay.