After the rebirth, the master takes orders and asks him

"After you come back in this life, I shouldn't treat you as the person from the previous life. I should have realized early on that it is impossible for a dead person to come back."

""If you come back again, you will not be the same person after all. ""

Yun Rong looked at him with relief.

"You came back for revenge. From the very beginning, I should give this life back to you instead of harboring delusional thoughts. So how you treat me is all my own will, and it's my own fault. I don't hate you, I just beg you -"

Yun Rong opened his mouth and said five words.

"Please let me go."

His tone of voice was unhurried, as if everything had been settled, his past love and hatred were relieved, and he had finally seen through.

"Let you go?" Xie Jincheng murmured, raising his head as if bewildered, "I'll let you go, so who will let me go?"

He stared at Yunrong: "You keep saying that you owe each other nothing, but you want to take away my soul, don't you feel guilty when you say this!"

Yun Rong frowned slightly, raised her eyes to look at Xie Jincheng and said, "If you cultivate the way of ruthlessness, that soul will not benefit you."

"not to mention--"

Yun Rong suddenly took a step forward, pointing his fingertips between his brows.

Xie Jincheng immediately felt a tearing pain in his soul, and the soul in his body was struggling, trying to escape from his body.

Yun Rong looked at him, and said with sadness in her eyes:

"He has been foolishly waiting for me in the mortal world for hundreds of years. I don't owe you, but I owe him."

"It's not that I want it, it's that he wants it. If he wants it, I will definitely give it to him."

Yunrong felt the severe pain of the soul that wanted to be stripped from his body, and knew clearly that Yunrong was right.

The only one who has waited for hundreds of years in the mortal world is that soul, the dead Xie Jincheng in the mortal world. He died like Xie Jincheng in the previous life, but he had an extra heart, and he forcibly left a soul behind, giving birth to obsession. read.

At this moment, he is like the most obtrusive existence, blocking the two people who are in love with each other, and becoming the mallet to beat the mandarin duck.

Xie Jincheng laughed, the more pain in his heart, the more wanton he laughed, he looked at Yun Rong and said:

"Okay, if you want him, you can exchange it with something on your body."

Yunrong looked at himself, raised his head and asked:

"what do you want?"

Xie Jincheng looked at him angrily, with an evil smile:

"I gouged out my heart twice, and I want you to do the same, and exchange your heart for it."

"Without your heart, you will be the same as in your previous life, and you will also not be able to love him."

Yun Rong lowered her eyebrows and said nothing, but put Xie Jincheng's body in her arms aside, and then waved her hand directly to conjure a dagger.

Xie Jincheng frowned.

In the next second, the dagger was aimed straight at Yun Rong's heart, without any hesitation.

Before the tip of the knife touched his body, it was firmly grasped by Xie Jincheng's hand.

The blood stained his palm, dripped down the tip of the knife, hit the ground, and fell into the dust.

He looked at Yunrong as if desperate, and said in a hoarse voice with no expression on his face:

"you win."

The moment he grabbed it, Yun Rong was also startled, she grabbed his hand with a completely instinctive reaction, and immediately transmitted spiritual power crazily, healed the wound instantly, and no more scars could be seen.

Bo looked at Xie Jincheng angrily: "You..."

Xie Jincheng was stunned, staring blankly at his hand, then smiled and said: "You treat him really well, I just made a small hole, why are you so angry?"

His eyes were almost red, and he said that sentence through gritted teeth:

"Don't you just want him? I'll give it to you!"

After all, enduring the severe pain of the soul stripping, he flew out of that body and returned to his own body lying on the side.

Opening his eyes, he sat up from the ground in a daze for a moment.

Yunrong has already hugged her original self in her arms, as gentle as she used to treat him every time.

There was only that soul left in that body, and the expression on his face changed from vivid to ignorant, muddled, and Yun Rong didn't have much reaction when he hugged him.

However, his hands were firmly grasping Yun Rong's clothes, for fear that he would lose this person again.

Yun Rong nodded slightly to the people on the ground, and said indifferently and indifferently: "Thank you."

Xie Jincheng sat blankly, watching him leave with another person in his arms, seeing his back getting farther and farther away, as if he would never come back.

Blinking his eyes, something suddenly came to his mind, and he said to the back:

"There is a record about the fusion of magic weapons and spiritual power in the library pavilion of the Spirit Beast Gate. If you want to save Muse, go there and have a look."

Hearing this, Yun Rong turned her head slightly, revealing half of her face, and said to the people behind her: "Thank you."

Then it disappeared into the clouds, never to be seen again.

Xie Jincheng stared blankly on the ground for a while, until Ji Qinglin came over, looked at him with hatred and said:

"Isn't he just a man? Just leave as soon as you leave. What's the point of caring? If you want it, I'll find you a better one."

Xie Jincheng raised his head, forced a smile, and said jokingly:

"Okay, as long as you can find someone as good-looking as him."

Ji Qinglin frowned, and said with a tusk:

"Your request is really not low."

Then he raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "You don't really like his face, do you?"

Xie Jincheng felt a dull pain in his heart, thinking, if only I really just like that face.

Disgusting about asking for trouble, but casually said:

"What's wrong with the face? Can't I take a picture of his face?"

Ji Qinglin looked at him thoughtfully, seemed to think of something, suddenly frowned and said:

"Speaking of which, I have met a person before, only once, and he looks really good."

Xie Jincheng stood up on the ground, hearing that he really wanted to find someone for him, he said perfunctorily, "Then why didn't you knock him out and bring him back?"

Ji Qinglin picked up Chunjun in his hand and said:

"It seemed to come out from here, but it disappeared very quickly. It's strange to say that, since then, I always feel that this sword is not my previous one."

Xie Jincheng looked at him and asked:

"Is it a young man in red with double-hooked red phoenix eyes?"

Ji Qinglin looked at him with raised eyebrows: "How do you know? You know him?"

Then he frowned and stared at him with disgust:

"Will it be your friend again?"

Xie Jincheng: "..."

He can't say, that's your best friend in your previous life, right?

Looking at this person who doesn't remember anything, his eyes fell on Chun Jun in his hand.

The last breath left by the little sword spirit also completely disappeared. When the timing is right, it will give birth to a new sword spirit, but it will never be the person Ji Xuan never waited for until his death.

At the moment of death, the secular relationship is completely broken.

Xie Jincheng looked at Ji Qinglin's face that was indistinguishable from Ji Xuan's, thinking that he was not the same person after all, and luckily he didn't remember anything.

Otherwise, I am afraid that I will desperately try to save people.

"It's not my girlfriend." Xie Jincheng paused and said:

"It's the sword spirit of this sword."

Ji Qinglin's heart moved, he put Chunjun in his hand and looked at it, rubbing the delicate lines with his fingertips.

After all, after using it for so long, he couldn't be more familiar with it.

Now touching my heart inexplicably gave birth to some different feelings.

With his thumb, he easily pushed the sword away from the sheath a few inches, exposing the white blade inside, Ji Qinglin's eyes fell, and his brows raised.

At the bottom of the hilt, there seemed to be two words engraved on the smooth and shiny sword body.

—— Ruochen.

The engraved person's mind is quite strange, just in the place where you can see it when you pull it out, but the engraving is extremely small and shallow, as if you want people to see it, but you feel that the mind is too revealing, and you want to hide it.

Only the person holding the sword carefully observes the sword to understand this little thought, just like a naive child who wants the other party to pay the same attention before he is willing to show him his own thoughts clearly.

But Ji Xuan, who had forgotten to become Ji Qinglin, had never seriously observed the sword.

He didn't know that when he died at the border, when Chunjun took his own body in the palace and carved these two characters with his own hands, he never planned to let him go.

It's not that I don't want him, but I want all of him.

Taking his own essence to raise him, he insisted on raising a person who completely belonged to him.

Paranoid to the extreme possessive.

Now, Ji Qinglin in front of him carries his aura in every bone and blood in his body, he is no longer Ji Xuan, and was completely born because of him.

Then, he died.

When Ji Qinglin stroked the cold sword and rubbed the two words with his fingertips, a blurry picture flashed in his mind.

A young man in red sat on the bed, stared at him with a blushing face, and said angrily, "You're playing with other people's bodies, you're obscene!"

The familiar voice vibrates in the ear, without weakening at all, the lingering sound spread to the chest, shaking the heart to beat faster.

Ji Qinglin paused subconsciously as he touched Chunjun's hand.

I haven't recovered for a long time.

Xie Jincheng saw that he had been staring at Chunjun in a daze, with a strange look on his face, and asked with a frown, "What's wrong with you?"

Ji Qinglin raised his head, looked at him with a strange expression, opened his mouth, and said uncertainly:

"Couldn't he... be my old friend?"

Xie Jincheng: "..."

In a way, you got the truth.

But Chun Jun is not only dead, he is wiped out, unless Feisheng has a chance to rescue him, but Xie Jincheng is also afraid that Ji Qinglin will ruin himself if he finds out about it.

So he was silent for a while, then said:

"You can really put gold on your face, just because of your appearance as the devil king in the Zongmen, dogs will hide when they see you, do you think it is possible?"

Ji Qinglin thought about it, it really is.

In the past, when Su Yu saw that he was good-looking, his old problems recurred again, and he also had a crooked mind.

After all, Yun Rong couldn't move, and Xie Jincheng couldn't chew, so Su Yu could only stare at him.

As a result, after being cleaned up by Ji Qinglin a few times, he couldn't think about it anymore.

He also left a sentence angrily: "Whoever can fall in love with you is really blind!"

Years later, these words really came true.

Ji Qinglin just asked on a whim, and didn't care when Xie Jincheng said yes, instead he asked worriedly:

"Brother, you are missing a soul now, are you really all right?"

Xie Jincheng lowered his eyes, smiled indifferently and said:

"This spirit has been lost for hundreds of years. If something really happened, something would have happened to me long ago."

There will always be some impact, but it's not a big deal after all.

Since then, in the 300 years, the Demon Realm and the Immortal Sect have never interfered again, and Xie Jincheng and Yunrong seem to be doing the same.

Yun Rongshou never saw Xie Jincheng again, and the time at Changming Peak was the last time he saw him.

But it wasn't the last time Xie Jincheng saw him.

Xie Jincheng would still stand in the distance and watch him silently without letting him notice, and then leave quietly after watching for a while.

Even he himself didn't know what he was doing.

After all, that soul is just a soul, without thoughts, without a main soul, without even a simple reaction, it just looks at Yun Rong quietly, like a delicate puppet.

When Yunrong saw him for the first time, his phrase "Are you back?" seemed to have exhausted the strength accumulated over hundreds of years, and now he could no longer respond.

Xie Jincheng felt that he should be waiting, until Yun Rong came to his senses and truly understood that only one soul could not become Xie Jincheng.

Whether he wants it or not.

As a result, on this day, he heard that ignorant Yi Po shout out slowly and with difficulty——

"Cloud... Rong..."

He panicked suddenly.

If this soul really has his own consciousness, he will really not be the Xie Jincheng that Yunrong is looking for...