Qing Leng Xianzun is always ready to run

Feng Ling said to Li Xiao word by word, "Lang Xuesheng and Meng Duckweed are my parents."

"Impossible!" Li Xiao sneered and said, "Meng Duckweed is a male, how does he have children? What tricks are you playing?"

He stretched out his hand to grab Feng Ling's neck, with a fierce expression on his face, and with his killer move, the moment he was about to kill Feng Ling, Feng Ling's whole body appeared ancient floating words, wrapped around him, and climbed up from the neck to Lixiao's body. arm, preventing his next ultimate move.

Li Xiao stared at the rune, and the last trace of blood faded from his already pale complexion——

It was actually a rune composed of the ancient magic language.

Feng Ling struggled to get rid of Li Xiao, took a deep breath, grabbed the spell formed by the runes, squeezed the runes lightly, and the runes shattered - then an unusual breath spread from his body.

Demon Qi——

The same demon energy as Mu Chenxue's was so strong that it condensed into scales and covered Feng Ling's body.

Feng Ling panted heavily, and continued, "Lang Xuesheng's body can no longer be found, but the devilish energy in my body can at least prove that I am of the same bloodline as him."

He raised his eyes to look at Li Xiao, a line of tears flowed from his eyes, he opened his mouth to say something, and three runes appeared at the throat, locking his words and making him unable to say anything.

"It is recorded in the epic that Dream Duckweed is a male. Why can he have children? You are young and not skilled in martial arts. How can you live for hundreds of thousands of years?" Questions hit Feng Ling. Li Xiao stepped forward and picked him up. The neckline asked: "Could it be that there is an error in the epic records? Dream duckweed is a woman, and he gave birth to the offspring of the lord, so why did Meng duckweed kill her husband? What happened ten thousand years ago? Tongtian Tower Why did it collapse when it was built?"

Feng Ling gave a wry smile, shaking his head to show that he couldn't speak.

"Then write it down!"

Li Xiao cut Feng Ling's finger, forced him to the ground, and wrote the story ten thousand years ago.

Feng Ling wrote the first stroke with trembling hands, but a chain came out of his palm, knocking the pen off his hand.

Can't speak, can't write, this is the price he can live for hundreds of thousands of years, can't tell others the secret of ten thousand years ago, can only let the history of long ago disappear in the long river, so that everyone can't understand this conspiracy .

Feng Ling sighed, shook her head, slumped on the ground, and looked at Li Xiao.

Li Xiao frowned, and looked at Feng Ling.

He couldn't believe that Feng Ling was the descendant of Lang Xuesheng, but the devilish energy in him was indeed suspicious.

Raising his hand, Li Xiao held his forehead and called the maid: "Take the young master down."

If Feng Ling is really a descendant of the Lord of the Demon Realm, why didn't he return to the Demon Realm and unify the Demon Realm again?Ten thousand years ago, after the death of Lang Xue, the sage lord of the demon world, the demon world immediately fell apart, and it was not completely unified until 600 years ago.

After years of wars, the Demon Realm was exhausted, the Quartet was separatist, and the lord of the city-state raised troops again, colluded with foreign domains, abducted and sold the people of the Demon Realm, and said that the Demon Realm was hell, all of which were praises of hell.

In such a messy barren and barren land, there are still generations of demons born and multiplying there. It has to be said that the vitality of the creatures is tenacious.

Li Xiao sighed, and silently recited the long poem that had been handed down for a long time but was lost in history——

"Come out from the back of the snow-capped mountains and build a tower that pierces the sky. It belongs to the only king of the demon world. He wants to ask for light from the sky—"

Reading that poem, Li Xiao trembled all over, as if he was on the battlefield back then, looking at the arrogant Lord of the Demon Realm, challenging the sky.

It's a pity, it's a pity, because of the betrayal of a traitor, a century-old foundation collapsed overnight.

"The traitor, who is as light as duckweed, stabbed the long knife into the king's heart from behind. He destroyed the Tongtian Tower, and he also destroyed himself."

Some of the words engraved on the bricks of the Tongtian Tower were blurred, and Li Xiao thought of Feng Ling who had just been driven away by him.

Maybe he can stitch together a complete epic.

What happened ten thousand years ago?

Even if it is not for the devil world, as a scholar, Li Xiao is still curious about this matter.

Meng Duckweed's memory has not yet awakened, is it to stimulate his memory to wake up?Let him know that because of his betrayal, the current demon world is torn apart?Will he feel guilty?

Li Xiao thought to himself, a little sleepy, he yawned and fell into a deep sleep.

Yue Qianqiu is still in the prison, and he doesn't know what happened outside. The strong demon energy around him seems to want to draw out all the memories of the past.

The image of dream duckweed gradually became clear in his mind, and the past years flashed before his eyes like frames of paintings.

Yue Qianqiu had a splitting headache, he wanted to fall asleep, but even in a dream, he couldn't sleep well.

The snow-capped mountains in the dream, the endless dusk in the dream, blood, killing, crying playthings, and the crumbling sun are all condensed into the shadow of a person in the end.

The face is blurred and cannot be seen clearly.

Yue Qianqiu walked towards that shadow.

The shadow just stood there and didn't move, until Yue Qianqiu approached, and the facial features gradually became clear.

The setting sun shines on the shadow, and the facial features and expressions of the shadow are the same as his

This person is himself.

Or it's not me, it's Meng Duckweed.

In other words, it was the self who had recovered the memory of Meng Duckweed.

Two people, two identical people, facing each other, stretched out their hands at the same time, stroking each other's face.

Tears flowed from the same eye sockets, and the black hair turned white in an instant.

The 'Dream Duckweed' on the opposite side asked Yue Qianqiu like this: "Do you regret it?"

"Why do you regret it?"

"For him to block the catastrophe, for him to fly away, he doesn't know your love, he only remembers your hatred, do you regret it?"

"What is there to regret? Everything is willing, I just hope that he will not meet me in the next life."

Meng Duckweed said: "Since your soul is gone, how did you come to the afterlife?"

Facing his eyes, everything is known.

Yue Qianqiu lowered his head, with tears streaming down his face, he said with sobs: "The soul is scattered, one soul and one soul are the biggest fragments. I was obsessed with him too much before I died, and the biggest fragment was reincarnated with the obsession. I hope to be his father , to be his brother, to be his teacher, I am older than him, and I will protect him for the rest of his life."

Full of love, he told himself that Yue Qianqiu wept bitterly.

Everything in the past is wrapped in a love so strong that it is about to burst, Meng Duckweed looks into the distance.

"Life can be life, death can be death, my heart will not change." He said, kicking off the past.

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The author has something to say:

The sense of cp is really not very strong

Let's make up for it in the previous life.

Next chapter: Past Life

About 2-3w words, talk about the cause and effect, maybe the progress will be a little faster

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