On how heartthrobs can save the world [system]

Bai Xuhua paused slightly.

Then, a little helpless look appeared.

He rubbed the top of the little prince's hair, and said pamperingly: "He is indeed extremely powerful. If it is only about martial arts, many people in this world are better than him, but if it is about the mind..."

But if it's just about the mind.

There is no one in the world who can compare to him.

Bai Xuhua swallowed the second half of the sentence back, showing a little worry.

But only for a moment.

After dealing with Emperor Yan, he softly coaxed the little prince to sleep.

Jing Xiuran came back after a few months.

Before that, Bai Xuhua experienced an assassination first.

At that time, he was playing chess with Ming Tai.

Mingtai didn't play chess very well.

He lives deep in the mountains, and he doesn't even know how to play Go.

Bai Xuhua didn't have the heart to teach him, so he just showed him the chess record.

His attitude towards Mingtai is obviously much colder than others.

But Mingtai didn't find it strange at all.

After that, he experienced several illusions, and in the illusions, he always looked like Bai Xuhua.

Before Mingtai—the first time I met Bai Xuhua, it was the last match at the Baiming Banquet.

The young man held a long sword and was wearing Qingyunmen's disciple uniform.

It was snow-white with layers of cloud patterns.

His long hair is fixed in the crown, and the hair that hangs down can grow up to his waist.

Just by looking at it, one can feel a drum beating in the heart.

Outside the arena, surrounded by layers of buildings, he was on top of the tall buildings, and saw the young man with a sword, and won the land and respected position that all countries dreamed of for his junior brother.

Whether it was Mingtai in the past or the current Mingtai, they all felt that this person could be my friend.

It can even be a confidant.

If things continued like this, then Bai Xuhua's attitude towards Mingtai should not be like this.

After that, the illusion unfolded one after another.

Sometimes it's the two of them, enjoying flowers and dancing swords with Jing Xiuran, and even drinking a little water.

Sometimes they were walking together and met a good-looking girl who made love to Bai Xuhua, but was rejected by the young man at a loss.

Eliminate demons together, travel the world together.

Until—Bai Xuhua took him somewhere.

It was a palace full of fireworks. The young man stood in front of the palace and said, "You are my friend. I have kept this matter from you for a long time."

He turned around slightly, with a little guilt on his face, and a longing for his forgiveness in his eyes.

"I was originally an abandoned baby abandoned by my parents. When I was about to die, I was rescued by the master of the monster clan."

Bai Xuhua said: "He brought me up - if you want to talk about it, he treats me like a brother like a father, a teacher and a friend."

"There are many monsters in this world, but he has been living here for a long time and has never been born. As long as he restrains the monsters who practice seriously, he has never..."

hurt someone.

The words after that were blurred in the new illusion.

The young man's attitude has changed from the intimacy and softness at the beginning to the ice-like coldness.

In the final illusion, the youth stands on the altar.

He was wearing shackles on his hands and feet, and he was wearing a gorgeous black robe with intricate and delicate runes embroidered on it.

He was already emaciated beyond recognition, his lips were pale, and he was almost turning into a solitary soul that was blown away with the wind.

After the layers of sound unfolded, bright red blood flowed from the young man's hands and ankles.

His face was expressionless, and there was no expression in his eyes.

Amidst the sounds of sacrificial offerings, the flesh and blood melted away.

In the end, he couldn't even support his body anymore, so he could only half-kneel on the ground, his snow-white long hair falling down, covering his last expression.

All the illusions slowly gather and intertwine, drawing a chilling truth.

That might really be their past life.

Mingtai thought so, he could understand some of the runes and spells on the altar.

In that sacrificial ceremony—the person in front of him was the sacrifice used in the sacrificial ceremony.

Everyone sacrificed him to heaven, praying for good weather in the future.

At that time, natural disasters and man-made disasters should be frequent.

And this person in front of him is the most perfect sacrifice.

With him alone, in exchange for eternal peace in the future.

But he should not have died.

For some unknown reason, he came here again. There are no natural disasters and man-made disasters, and there are no demons everywhere.

There are even no immortal sects left in the world, and only the four kingdoms stand together, which can be regarded as peaceful and peaceful.

Mingtai dropped the chess pieces.

He didn't play chess very well, but he could see the current situation, and he was bound to lose.

The assassin appeared at this time.

They didn't know how to bypass the layers of guards outside the Yan Palace, and suddenly sprang out from outside the wall, trees, and stones. Twenty or so people were orderly, and blocked all the escape routes of the two of them in an instant.

Mingtai and Bai Xuhua still sat where they were.

Bai Xuhua even had thoughts, and said, "You lost."

Mingtai showed a helpless smile, and he said: "The layman laughed."

Bai Xuhua didn't respond, he picked up a chess piece and put it back into the small bowl.

Then Mingtai stood up first, broke off a flower branch, and said: "Since the monk lost, the monk will do a sword dance for the layman."

Bai Xuhua said: "...you still know how to use a sword?"

He raised his eyes, his eyes filled with emotion.

Mingtai said with a smile: "Master has also taught some, but the young monk is not proficient, so I ask laymen to laugh at me."

If other sword practitioners know about the "not proficient" in Mingtai's mouth, I'm afraid they will all be ashamed and hide their faces.

The martial arts of the assassins in this area are all extremely exquisite.

But it is still a sword that cannot break through Mingtai.

Even what he holds in his hand cannot be called a "sword".

It was just a flower branch.

But holding the flower branch in his hand, it has become a sword.

Bai Xuhua didn't look at him.

He packed the chess box, hugged the things in his arms, and left peacefully.

Someone stabbed a dagger in a hurry, the blade was about to fall on his neck, but Ming Tai pulled it back with force, not even cutting off any of Bai Xuhua's hair.

When Bai Xuhua woke up the next day, the courtyard was already full of flowers.

I don't know where the flowers came from. They are crowded and full. The fragrance of the flowers is not strong, but it tightly covers the whole area.

Bai Xuhua frowned slightly when he saw the blood that had not been cleaned up in the stone bricks.

It just so happened that Mingtai came in carrying a pot of flowers. When he saw Bai Xuhua, his hands were all occupied and he couldn't salute, so he had to smile apologetically at Bai Xuhua and said, "The layman wakes up!" gone?"

Bai Xuhua responded, and said, "Did you kill someone last night?"

"Never before," Mingtai showed a shy look, he said, "I blame the little monk for not being good at swordsmanship, unable to hold back his strength, hurt several people, and stained the floor tiles of laymen, I am really sorry."

Bai Xuhua shook his head lightly, he walked aside, and said: "It seems that your swordsmanship is indeed not that good."

——I can't even control the sword in my hand, it's really not a very good swordsmanship.

At this time, Chu Zihui's seventh and eighth letters had arrived.

There is a long distance between the two countries.It had been a while since Bai Xuhua's letter was delivered there.

This was the answer to his letter.

When the little palace man brought the letter to Bai Xuhua, his cheeks were still blushing.

She held her breath carefully, and just stayed quietly, not intending to go out.

Bai Xuhua just didn't know. Seeing that the little palace man didn't have any intention of exploring the contents of the letter, he opened the letter and read it.

Chu Zihui answered first and was not impressed.

— Actually it’s not like that.

What he didn't dare to tell Bai Xuhua was that after Bai Xuhua left, he began to have dreams.

Every time I wake up from a dream, I feel confused, I don’t know where I am, but I feel lost, as if I have lost something important.

When he saw the picture scroll sent by Bai Xuhua, he immediately felt a very strong sense of familiarity.

It was as if the person on this picture scroll was an acquaintance of his.

When Chu Zihui took another look at the letter from Bai Xuhua, he broke out in a cold sweat.

Along with the arrival of the letter, there was news of the people below.

They said that Bai Xuhua had regained his sight at this moment.

——Since he could see it, did he see someone unexpected?

Chu Zihui thought of Hongxiu.

Bai Xuhua once said that Hongxiu's voice was very similar to that of an old friend of his.

He has always revealed that he is very similar to another old friend of his.

——Does the country of Yan also have his old friends?

Has he discovered something strange about the current situation?

Chu Zihui didn't dare to think deeply, he picked up the pen and studied the ink, his hands trembled a little at first, but by the time he wrote it for the fourth time, his palms were as calm as before.

He said - what is the identity of this person?

Bai Xuhua probably knew something about Chu Zihui's thoughts.

He read the letter, and skipped over Chu Zihui's grievance and accusation, which was full of confidantes.

Only watched the last thing.

After finishing reading, he threw the paper into the fire, turned to look at the little palace maid who was quietly waiting, and asked softly, "What's your name?"

Xiao Gongren never expected that he would notice him, and his face, which had finally cooled down a little, suddenly became red like a fire.

He only said: "My servant's name is Bixi."

"Bixi..." Bai Xuhua couldn't help thinking of Bixi, he smiled slightly, and said, "It's a good name."

He was already very good-looking.

Smiling at this moment, it's like the ice and snow on the snowy mountain meet spring, melting into a thin stream, it makes people feel like a drum beating, and it's hard to hear the sound outside.

Seeing that the little palace man was so nervous, Bai Xuhua wanted to tease her again.

He said: "From now on, just serve me by my side."

The news that the state of Chu will change to a new emperor was sent from Bai Xuhua's Huachong Palace to Emperor Yan.

Emperor Yan didn't have many surprises in mind.

After all, Emperor Chu was as old as he was.If he had a sudden illness at this moment, it would be as difficult as heaven to save him.

He was worried about Chu Zihui's succession to Emperor Chu.

——After learning about Prince Chu's disability, Bai Xuhua told Emperor Yan about it without concealing it.

Therefore, Emperor Yan had already known about the news that Emperor Chu had tightly sealed and locked him in Huadu.

In a blink of an eye, it is already the beginning of another year.

Jing Xiuran came back from Xiliang, and before Emperor Yan had time to see him, because of a night of nightmares, he opened the window for ventilation, and was bedridden with the wind and cold.

If an old man of this age is ill, it is very easy to hurt his vitality.

If you hurt your vitality, then you will not be far away from death.