Picking up soap in a harmonious world

That person had a familiar face. I thought about it for a while, unresponsively, before I remembered that this face that seemed to belong to Han Choo's younger brother, that person named Ao Song.

The fire of hope was rekindled in my heart, but I could neither speak nor move, so I could only look at the other party pleadingly, hoping that he could help undo the spell that imprisoned my body.

But what the other party's pupils reflected was such an absurd picture.

In the immaculate white immortal coffin surrounded by fairy mist, lay two naked bodies.

One is a stiff dead body, and the other is a man in a state of embarrassment.

Anyone who sees it will find it disgusting and weird.

"No! It's not true!" Ao Song was shocked, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Presumably in his mind, Han Cho is as noble as a god, always aloof, awe-inspiring but unapproachable, he never imagined that his elder brother whom he admired and respected so much would do such a sick thing behind his back.

I can understand the other party's feeling of helplessness at this time, after all, I was the same as him not long ago.

But what I never expected was that instead of helping me get out of the restraint, Ao Song cursed at me like crazy: "Where did the monster come from! You must have used some evil thing to confuse my brother's heart and soul! "

I couldn't speak, so I shook my head desperately.

"By the way! You must have been sent by the Demon Emperor to lure my brother into the devil's way, right?!" He roared almost screaming, his cheeks were red, and there was a faint layer of water in his eyes. But anger and jealousy.

With a 'swipe' sound, Ao Song pulled out the Demon Killing Sword that was said to be given to him by Han Choi when he was an adult. Thanks to the master's love and care, when the tip of the sword was out of the sheath, the cold light was bright and beautiful.

When I desperately thought that he was going to kill me with a sword, the other party suddenly became quiet, and the distorted handsome face just now returned to its usual indifference, and then his eyes moved away from me, with this Nervously and calmly, I looked at the unresponsive corpse beside me with its eyes closed.

He quietly looked at the body that originally belonged to me, with pain and resentment that couldn't be concealed in his eyes.

"It turns out that this secret that has been hidden for thousands of years... turned out to be a corpse... and...it's so similar to me!" He sneered as he spoke, and clenched the hand holding the demon-killing sword tightly. The veins on the back of the hand are prominent.

I was so anxious that I was about to cry, damn it, come at me if you want to kill or hack!It would be too vicious to care about a corpse!

If the other party chops up my corpse, I will never go back!

I tried my best to widen my eyes, opened my mouth and kept exhaling "ho ho", trying to turn the other party's attention back to me again.

This trick really worked. Ao Song's posture of stabbing the corpse with a sword slowed down, and he cast his gaze towards me, but there was no intensity in the gaze just now, and there was only a touch of contempt in it, as if I was a bird as low as dust. The ants don't even bother to look at them.

"What are you in a hurry for? I'll come and finish you right after I finish it," he suddenly paused, with a look of understanding in his eyes: "Could it be that you're in love with my brother too? I hate this thing next to you to the bone ?"

"That's right, even though you're just a bastard, I'm afraid you're not willing to be taken captive to be a substitute for a dead person and imprisoned here every day?" Ao Song smiled strangely, suddenly pulled my body up, and pushed me to the ground. In front of the "I" whose whole body was stiff and his eyes were closed.

Then he leaned down, and his words pierced into my ears like a poisonous snake: "Look at his face, do you hate him very much, hate him for keeping you trapped here, hate him for stealing my brother's attention, can't wait Replace him?"

Let me go, can this dead face be seen after zooming in? !

Even though I know that this corpse close at hand is my original body, the stiff facial features and pale complexion all reveal the decadent breath of death, and it is especially terrifying to be face to face with it.

"I'll give you a chance," the words in the ear continued, "I'll cut off its face and stick it on your face, and then I'll tell my brother, you're resurrected, how about it?"

Fuck you, of course not!

I immediately shook my head, expressing my firm will!

I thought this guy would at least pester me for a while, but when I shook my head, the other party simply did the same, without saying a word, he raised the demon-killing sword and stabbed me in the heart.

"You don't have to drink a toast!" He sneered, and then added rather disgusted: "Mud can't support a wall!"

The power of the Demon Killing Sword is not hidden. After listening to the gossip for so many days, I finally realized this kind of pain one day.

The pain of being pierced by the sharp blade is just an additional effect of the Demon Killing Sword. It is truly famous all over the world because its sword body is forged with the mysterious cold ice soul that restrains monsters, but the fire used for forging can make monsters fly away. The Sun's Fire, unless the target is a character of the Demon Emperor level, an ordinary demon can be killed only by being wounded by the sword energy.

I was stabbed through the heart with a sword, and I will definitely not survive.

I could only watch helplessly as the other party stabbed the blood-stained sword at my real body again.

But obviously, Ao Yun's resentment towards that corpse was much deeper. Using the sword as a sword, he boldly chopped off with a sword. The face that was not so beautiful was particularly miserable, and it was already so bloody and bloody that he couldn't see the original appearance clearly.

When I swallowed my last breath in pain, I suddenly felt light all over my body. Not only did I not lose consciousness, but it seemed that I was forcibly poured into various colorful pictures. Slow motion is generally clear.

Knee-length grass, piles of yellow leaves, a barren wilderness.

'I' helped up the blood-stained and dying Han Zhao, and muttered: "Oh, why did I encounter such a powerful monster when I first came here? It's really a bad start. I'd rather wear it with my soul and stand against my original body. Do everything with fear.”

I stared blankly at this strange yet familiar scene, and my whole body fell into the clouds and mist of a dream, unable to distinguish reality from illusion.

The picture flutters away like water ripples, followed by a room of incense burners, Luo Qi's soft quilt, Han Tzu lying on the couch as if unconscious, 'I' is sitting sideways, eyebrows frowned , with a bored look on his face, not knowing what he was thinking.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and a gorgeously dressed, beautiful woman with a charming figure came in. The slender waist that was grasped was extremely moving, and she was as seductive as a snake. She was holding a bowl of medicine, her eyes were seductive, and her voice was charming: " The servant brought the medicine."

'I' got up immediately, and said in a grateful tone: "Xiaoyun, you are so kind, you saved us and even prepared medicine, I really can't repay you."

The beautiful woman named Xiaoyun immediately giggled coquettishly.

The woman's laughter continued, but the scene changed again.

The moon is reflected in the atrium, the shadows of flowers are heavy, and the fragrance is floating.

The two figures rubbed together under the tree like glue, the moonlight shifted, penetrated the layers of clouds and mists, and revealed the two figures, which were 'I' and Han Chou.

"So you are really a fairy... No wonder you are so good-looking. I really want to see this face forever." 'I' wrapped my arms around the other's neck and smiled mischievously.

Han Zhao didn't speak, his mouth was gently biting my bare chin and shoulders, delicately and slowly, as if he was suppressing something.

After a while, 'I' uttered a loud "ah", the voice was full of pain.

"Then don't leave me." Han Cho's response was a sharp and crisp sentence.

The picture changed again, but it was a snow-capped scene.

In the pavilion in the wind and snow, white jade is used as a wine cup.

Outside the pavilion, it was snowing heavily, and the cold was soaking into the bones, but inside the pavilion, there was a small stove to warm the wine, and the warmth was overwhelming.

'I' was wearing a thick fur, and kept my hands above the stove to keep warm from time to time. I complained in my voice: "I thought the fairyland was like spring all the year round, but I never thought there would be such a cold place."

Han Zhao, who was sitting opposite to 'me', smiled, a pair of dimples loomed on his extremely beautiful cheeks, extremely cute.

"Damn it! Why are you so monstrous!" Although 'I' cursed, my eyes were fixed and I stared at the other party intently.

The other party didn't answer, 'I' murmured after a while: "You look so evil, your brother must also be..."

"What brother?" Han Zhao frowned.

'I' waved my hands again and again to say I was fine, but my brows and eyes were full of helplessness and confusion.

The snow scene fades away, everything comes back to life, and the willows are green and pink, singing and dancing.

'I' sat casually on the railing with a dazed expression and blank eyes. I didn't even notice the figure standing quietly behind me for a long time until the latter walked forward.

"Come down." Han Zhao said.

"When were you here?" 'I' was not slow to react, and immediately guessed the fact that the other party had already arrived.

"Since you sat on it."

"Oh." After getting the answer, 'I' casually rolled over and landed on the ground. I was about to walk into the house, but I slapped my head and asked the other party as if I just remembered something: "By the way, have you gone to the demon world?"

Han Cho shook his head and said, "No."

"Why don't you take a look? He is your brother after all." 'I' asked.

"You care so much about him, why don't you go." Han Cho's voice was as indifferent as ever, but it was faintly sharp.

"I... I don't care about it..." 'I' looked flustered and stuttered.

Han Tuo stared at 'me' deeply, turned and left without saying anything after all.

Zixiao Temple in the Immortal Realm.

A man and a woman are sitting on the unattainable jade seat, 'I' is covered with scars, kneeling on the ground dying, all I can see are the thousands of white jade steps, even the corners of the couple's clothes out of reach.

"What is your purpose of following my son with evil intentions?" The woman had tall temples, luxurious clothes, and a pair of cold and majestic phoenix eyes, but her beauty and nobility were not damaged in the slightest.

"If you keep yourself safe, I will not kill you, but you have been doing everything possible to inquire about Ao Yun and her unborn child recently, what is your intention?" Majestic, with a bit of Han Tiao's shadow in his eyebrows.

The woman frowned when she heard the word 'Ao Yun', her expression was very displeased, her eyes flashed annoyance, but her eyes turned from the man back to 'me'.

"You don't say anything?"

'I' raised my head with difficulty, and the moment I opened my mouth, blood flowed from my mouth, and it took me a while to reply inarticulately: "Does he know that you treat me like this?"

The woman's face changed, and her expression seemed a little frightened.

"What are you afraid of!" The man beside her said proudly: "Even if you know, you can't escape today's death anyway. If you refuse to tell, then go die."

As he said that, as soon as the man raised his hand, 'my' body instantly collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

I stared blankly at this scene, those memories that once existed but disappeared in my mind continued to surge with these pictures, it turns out...it turns out that the brat didn't fool me, it really made a mess for me Body, I came to this world with the original appearance and posture, and I had so many entanglements with Han Cho as early as a thousand years ago.

It's just that I was suspected and jealous by Lord Zixiaolong because I overheard about Han Choi's younger brother, and I was killed in the end.