Infatuated merman all depends on acting

Yu Zhaochen found Yinhunxiang.

This kind of incense is produced in Wangchuan, and it takes a thousand years to get a penny.Even if the person has been reincarnated, even if the soul is scattered in the Three Realms, a few coins can bring him back.

This time Yu Zhaochen directly found all the soul-inducing fragrances in Xianting.

The jade boshan stove is placed beside the couch.

Curly green smoke fainted from the furnace, carrying a strange fragrance, wrapped around the body of the person on the couch.

The matter of Wushui has been over for several days, and during these few days, the Heavenly Emperor, who used to be conscientious and conscientious in the past, has rarely paid attention to the political affairs of the Three Realms.He locked himself in Feiguang Palace and stayed with Jiang Tanluo.

The soul-inducing incense in the Boshan furnace has been burning for a long time.

Yu Zhaochen's heart also slowly sank along with the fragrance. He held the hand of the person on the couch and said softly: "You said before that you didn't like your name, so you never told me what your name is. Just let me be called 'A Xia'. If that's the case, then I'll keep calling you Tanluo from now on, right?"

"Thousands of years have passed, and I still...remember every word you said."

——When he was under Wushui, "A Xia" once told Yu Zhaochen that his name was full of signs of decline, and he didn't like it at all.

Later, after knowing that "A Xia" was the demon emperor "Yue Xixia", Yu Zhaochen understood what the other party meant.

The moon is flawed in the west, and the moon is slanting in the west.

Because of Yue Xixia's departure, the entire Demon Territory also fell apart, just like the silver moon set in the west, disappearing without a trace.

So he doesn't like the name.

In the eyes of the immortals of the Three Realms, the Heavenly Emperor is so high that it can even be said that he does not eat the fireworks of the world.

But at this time, Yu Zhaochen was sitting in Feiguang Hall, chatting with Jiang Tanluo about "unimportant" trivial matters.

The person on the couch did not answer.

Yu Zhaochen continued as if he didn't care about this: "...Tan Luo, do you know that I have been silently following you since you were born in this life. So I know that your name is not the King of Sharks. I gave it, but I started it myself.”

He smiled: "I just wanted to see if the 'key' was safe, but I don't know when it became a habit."

This time, Yu Zhaochen's smile was no different from his usual appearance, as if the people on the bed would really respond to him.

Having said this, Yu Zhaochen stopped.

As a fairy god, Yu Zhaochen's five senses are unusually sharp.

After he became quiet at this moment, he could hear his own breathing, the sound of snow falling outside the window, and even... could hear the faint sound of burning in the Boshan furnace.

However, the sound of Jiangtan falling could not be heard.

Yu Zhaochen gritted his teeth slowly...

The next moment, his inner demon appeared before his eyes again.

"Don't wait, he won't come back," Xin Mo said with a smile, "Sacrificing the seal with the body, the body dies and the dao disappears, don't you understand?"

"Even if he comes back, he doesn't want to see you," the demon sneered, "I've been cheated by you life after life."

Yu Zhaochen didn't speak, he summoned the spirit sword in an instant, and stabbed directly at the heart demon's chest.

"Hahahaha, you want to kill me?" The demon laughed even more frantically, "Yu Zhaochen, as the emperor of heaven, you have the cultivation of a saint, don't you know that you can't kill me with a sword."

"Cough, cough, cough..." Dark blood welled up from Yu Zhaochen's lips, he wiped it off with his sleeve nonchalantly, and then slashed at the demon, "I know, so what?"

The heart demon and Yu Zhaochen were originally one person, and his sword not only failed to destroy the heart demon, but even hurt himself.

But Yu Zhaochen didn't intend to stop there.

Until even the inner demon started to panic: "Stop! Stop, do you want to die!"

"...What if you die and Jiang Tan falls back?"

Jiangtan falls back...

For Yu Zhaochen, the three words "Jiangtanluo" are like a mantra.

The next moment he heard it, Yu Zhaochen fell silent.

"Tanluo..." The killing intent in Yu Zhaochen's eyes finally faded a little bit.

With a "kuang", the Nine Greedy Sword studded with precious stones fell from Yu Zhaochen's hand and hit the ground heavily.

Then Yu Zhaochen hurriedly turned around and looked at the person on the couch.

He still lay there quietly with his eyes closed, but his hair and clothes were a little messed up by the sword energy just now.

A trace of remorse flashed in Yu Zhaochen's eyes, he fetched a wooden comb from somewhere, gently helped the person on the couch, and straightened the person's long hair.

The green hair that was originally loose on the shoulders was slowly picked up by Yu Zhaochen, and then he suddenly frowned, and looked at Jiang Tanluo's neck——

"……what is this?"

On Jiang Tanluo's neck, there was a long scar, which started from the back of the neck and spread obliquely to the collarbone.

...Yu Zhaochen never knew that Jiang Tanluo had suffered such a serious injury.

As early as a thousand years ago, Jiangtan Luo, who was the demon emperor, was almost sanctified.Yu Zhaochen couldn't think of anyone who could hurt Jiang Tanluo, what he wanted in the end was that when he was in Wushui... Jiang Tanluo didn't have this scar on his neck.

It was Jiang Tanluo's spirit who got along with Yu Zhaochen in Wushui at the beginning.If ** suffered such a serious injury, then the soul would not be complete.

So... there seems to be only one answer.

The injury on Jiang Tanluo's body was formed after Yu Zhaochen left Wushui.

The smell of soul-inducing incense became stronger and stronger, so strong that it made people dizzy.

"I'm sorry Tan Luo, let me see your injuries." Even though the person in his arms had been dead for a long time, Yu Zhaochen still said softly.

Then, he finally made up his mind to take off the red dress on Jiang Tanluo's body little by little.

Jiang Tanluo's skin had no blood at all, and it looked particularly pale.And under such paleness, the dark red scar was particularly glaring.

It spread down from Jiang Tanluo's collarbone, wrapped around his body like a vine, and finally disappeared at the side of his waist.

Seeing the scar in front of him, Yu Zhaochen's breathing almost stopped.

He carefully stroked the back of Jiang Tanluo's neck, and then raised his hand as if being pricked by a needle.

At this moment, Yu Zhaochen forgot that the person in his arms had been dead for thousands of years, and he was instinctively worried that if he touched Jiang Tanluo's wound, it would hurt him.

"Tanluo, does it still hurt?" Yu Zhaochen asked softly.

Perhaps he who was a thousand years ago couldn't see what this scar represented, but Yu Zhaochen, who is now the Emperor of Heaven, will never admit his mistake...

This is a scar left on Jiangtanluo's soul.

——Thousands of years ago, under no water.

In order to send Yu Zhaochen away from there, Jiang Tanluo, who was already very weak, exhausted the last bit of strength of his soul after being sealed underwater for thousands of years.

It even tore apart him who was left with nothing but his soul.

To tear the mind and soul, this is the heaviest punishment in the fairy court - but Jiang Tanluo did not hesitate to do so in order to send himself away from Wushui.

The smell of soul-inducing incense is terrifyingly strong.

With trembling hands, Yu Zhaochen put on the clothes for Jiang Tanluo again.

"The incense has been burning for half an hour..." he said softly.

Even if an ordinary person's soul is scattered, the soul-inducing incense that has been burning for half an hour should bring back a wisp of remnant soul.

However, Jiang Tanluo, who was lying on the couch at this time, did not respond at all.

At this moment, Yu Zhaochen suddenly remembered what Jiang Tanluo said to him before leaving Wushui.

He joked that he was naive.

Yu Zhaochen didn't care about it at the time, but now he finally understands.

I am indeed naive, even willful.

...For thousands of years, I have been silently blaming Jiang Tanluo for leaving without saying goodbye.

Blame Jiang Tanluo for abandoning herself.

But in fact, how can I be qualified?

"I'm sorry...Tanluo is sorry." Yu Zhaochen hugged Jiang Tanluo tightly in his arms, his voice was hoarse and full of pain.

The utterances of sorry just echoed lonely in Feiguang Palace, never received a reply, and never will receive a reply.

At the same time, what Jiang Tanluo said when he left in his wedding dress resounded in Yu Zhaochen's mind again:

"If you meet someone you really love in the future, don't lie to him again."

"Don't come to me anymore, your wish has been fulfilled."

Yu Zhaochen met the one he loved, but still lied to him.

Then...he finally didn't want Yu Zhaochen at all.

Whether it is Jiang Tanluo or Yue Xixia, Yu Zhaochen is the only one who knows all the childishness, self-willedness, embarrassment and darkness.

Yu Zhaochen finally understood what Jiang Tanluo's departure meant to him——

He took away the dark and true self, the self that had touched happiness, leaving only a false shell.

Today, he is still the Emperor of Heaven, but he is no longer Yu Zhaochen.

The disappearance of Jiang Tanluo is like removing a piece of Yu Zhaochen's life and soul.

The soul-inducing incense was still burning, but Yu Zhaochen's heart sank little by little, without any waves.

Even though he knew that Jiangtanluo's soul could not be brought back, Yu Zhaochen never extinguished it.

He gently put Jiang Tanluo back on the couch, then took out a warm jade from the mustard space, then sat on the side of the couch and started to carve quietly.

In the middle of the night, with the disappearance of the last ray of sunlight, Yu Zhaochen's heart ached again.

But he continued to do what he was doing as if he didn't notice it.

After one night passed and the window became bright again, Yu Zhaochen finally carved the jade plaque.

He leaned down and carefully placed a light kiss on Jiang Tanluo's forehead: "Tanluo and our Taoist couple have not yet formed."

After saying this, he carefully combed Jiangtan's hair just like he did in Wushui back then, and finally put on the jade crown.

"Okay, let's go to the Guzhaotai."

He hugged Jiang Tanluo, paused for a moment, and put on a thick fox fur for Jiang Tanluo.

"Beware of the cold."

Unlike on the fifteenth day, today's Kunlun Peak is full of snow and wind.

The gate of Feiguang Hall was opened, and the strong wind came whistling with heavy snow.Yu Zhaochen seemed unaware that the weather was bad, and walked into the wind and snow with Jiang Tanluo in his arms.

At this time, Xianting has begun to be busy.

But Yu Zhaochen had no intention of avoiding people at all, he just hugged Jiang Tanluo and walked towards Guzhaotai step by step on the snow.

Countless people saw this scene and stood there in shock, not daring to move, but no one dared to step forward to say anything.

"This time, the jade pendant of the Taoist couple must be worn well, and must not be lost."

"...If you don't like it, just tell me, and I'll carve another one for you."

Footprints emerged from Feiguang Hall and fell all the way to Guzhaotai.

Yu Zhaochen walked and talked all the way.

Finally, he finally reached the Guzhao Terrace, and gently placed Jiang Tanluo side by side with the boulder.

Although it was not an auspicious day, Jiang Tanluo on one side still closed his eyes tightly.But Yu Zhaochen still stubbornly stood on the solitary photo platform, and completed all the steps of forming the contract by himself.

At the last moment, the crimson Daoist Qi soared into the sky, and after a moment of light in the air, it turned into a long red thread and fell into Yu Zhaochen's hands.

"Okay, just tie it on your hand now." Yu Zhaochen walked over and knelt beside Jiang Tanluo, and slowly raised Jiang Tanluo's wrist.

His actions were supremely reverent.

But at the moment when the red thread touched Jiang Tanluo's wrist, another red light flashed, and the thin thread in Yu Zhaochen's hand turned red again in an instant.Finally...disappeared in the heavy snow of Guzhaotai.

Yu Zhaochen stretched out his hand subconsciously, trying to grab the red thread.

But it has dissipated into light, how can people grasp it?

This red thread was broken like this.

Yu Zhaochen's inner demons once again appeared on the Gu Zhaotai.

"Hahaha deserve it!"

"How could he be willing to become a Taoist partner with you?"

"He tore up the soul and sent you out, told you not to kill the shark, and told you to be a good emperor. But what about you?"

"You are selfish and want to destroy this world, but who would have thought that the one who really died at your hands in the end... only Jiangtanluo."

"...he's frustrated with you."

"Yu Zhaochen, what Jiang Tanluo said is correct, the fairy clan is the most hypocritical clan in the world," Xin Mo's tone was cursed, "and you are the most hypocritical one among the fairy clan."

"Shut up!" Yu Zhaochen turned around fiercely, and once again recklessly called out Nine Greeds, stabbing at his inner demon.

But this time, the heart demon was not frightened by Yu Zhaochen's actions, and did not even stop cursing for a moment.

Blood soaked the snow on the Guzhao stage, but no one would worry about whether Yu Zhaochen, the "Emperor of Heaven", would be injured like a mortal.

——Jiang Tanluo, the only person in the world who treated Yu Zhaochen as an ordinary person and knew that he would be hurt and painful, has already left.

At this moment, Jiang Tanluo, who had been meditating under the remnant coffin of Wushui for a few days, finally opened his eyes slowly.

His fingertips glowed with a light purple light, and the phantom of a Chaosheng flower appeared and disappeared on his chest.

After a life-sacrificing catastrophe, Jiang Tanluo, who was supposed to be completely wiped out, used Chao Shenghua as a medium to refine the fairy body again.

So far, she has completely escaped from the mortal body, and her soul is comparable to a chaotic demon god.

"Holy Lord, you have succeeded!!!" Wu'an was unreasonably excited, but Jiang Tanluo was extremely calm.

He just lowered his eyes and looked at his wrist with some puzzlement: "What is this?"

A dark red streak appeared on Jiang Tanluo's wrist, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Tanluo stretched out his hand subconsciously, but he couldn't touch anything.

……really weird.

At this moment, a sound of footsteps suddenly came from Jiang Tanluo's ears.

There are still people under the water!

Jiang Tanluo clenched Wuan subconsciously, and looked in the direction of the voice.

There is not much light under the water, and it is only after that person walks into the river pool that he can see clearly...

"Don't know why...how are you here?"

He smiled at Jiang Tanluo, and suddenly answered the topic just now: "It's the red line."

"Red line?" Why did it suddenly appear here, then turn into light and dissipate?

As if guessing Jiang Tanluo's doubts, Mo Zhinan walked forward slowly.

He put the fan in his hand lightly on Jiang Tanluo's wrist, and finally smiled and said: "Because the Holy Master, there is no love."

Holy Master.

He knows me?Jiang Tan immediately realized that Mo Zhinan might not only be the so-called "Holy Lord of Penglai", but also an old man from the Demon Realm.

But in an instant, on Penglai Island above Wushui, a palace that was hidden by the formation suddenly appeared like a sea city.

In an instant, fairy music floated, resounding through Wushui.

Mo Zhinan took half a step back, put away his folding fan for the first time, and saluted Jiang Tanluo very solemnly: "Welcome to the return of Lord Holy Master."

After a thousand years, the demon realm reappears.