The white fox suddenly woke up from his dream, the picture just now...what is it?
......Is there something forgotten by yourself?
Also, why would I call an unfamiliar name?
No, it's no stranger.
Suddenly, the white fox transformed into a human form, with golden pupils looking into the distance, and there was no focus in the eyes.
He unconsciously called out a person's name: "...Your heart."
who is it?
Who is the woman standing in front of you in that picture?
Xing Ye's expression on his face was extremely painful, and he lost his most important memory, but he couldn't remember it anyway.
Even in the dream of just now, he couldn't break through that barrier.
Why, why not remind him? !
...Aqin!
Xing did not consciously touch his heart, he felt heavy, as if he had been infused with lead, and even his breathing became painful.
He closed his eyes, and the spiritual energy of Shenmu surrounded him, as if to appease his restless spiritual energy.
The breeze blew, only the soft sound of leaves came.
I don't know how long it took, and Xing also opened his eyes again.
The scenes I saw before when my consciousness was sinking, I can't find it anymore.
...... Ah Qin, why don't you want to see me?
What are those sealed memories... Why don't you want to let me know?
Why do you want to do this? !
Xing Ye's devilish energy gathered around his body, and his golden pupils were gradually stained with scarlet blood, and his eyes showed unwillingness and pain.
"Since you don't want to come to see me..." Xing Ye has a hoarse voice, firm and decisive, "Then wait for me to find you thirty-three days away!"
In a short while, Xing also left Qingqiu and disappeared into the Three Thousand World.
Thirty-three days away, the Mayfly Palace.
Qing Lian was sitting on the futon in the quiet room, her eyes slowly opened, and the green lotus mark on the center of her eyebrows was covered with a faint golden light.
What kind of obsession and feeling is that so that the restrictions imposed by the saint can be touched?
Qinglian looked in one direction, and that was the country of Qingqiu thirty-three days away.
The nine-tailed celestial fox whose luck is connected to himself
... Xing Ye.
Qing Lian never had a trace of emotion in her eyes, and she was as calm as water, and then closed her eyes again.
Everything between heaven and earth is in the eyes of the saint, but it is fleeting.
It is not that there are no seven emotions and six desires, but compared with the great way, those things no longer form obsessions, nor will they shake the saint's way.
Only sometimes, Qinglian feels a little redundant about her previous practice.
For example, seal the memory of the nine-tailed celestial fox;
Another example is connecting the luck of the nine-tailed celestial fox with oneself at the moment when the dead body is cut off.
In this way, Tiandao wanted to kill the nine-tailed celestial fox, and he would stop taking care of her as a saint.
In a sense, the nine-tailed celestial fox itself is a magic seed.
There is nothing wrong with the fact that Tiandao wants to obliterate him.
But everything I did was to save the nine-tailed celestial fox, and even to become a holy, it was also for him.
She has never forgotten the memories of reincarnation, but those memories can no longer ripple on her heart.
But this is the case, Qinglian also knows that she cannot ignore the nine-tailed celestial fox.
I just hope that he will practice well, and he will not be obsessed with it anymore.
But...obviously impossible.
The hand hidden in the sleeve moved slightly, and the past and the future were silently scratched at the fingertips.
Qing Lian slowly opened her eyes, stood up, and left the quiet room.
In the outer courtyard, Roots and Sijiu, who sensed her breath, also walked out.
Roots bowed slightly to salute and asked, "Are you leaving the Mayfly Palace?"
"Yeah." Qing Lian answered, no longer in her presence.
For a while, Si Jiu recovered from the side, looked at the direction Qinglian had left, and said slightly: "The main body is going to... the country of Qingqiu?"
Roots was tall and straight, and his face in black seemed even more indifferent, as if he had not heard Si Jiu's question.
Si Jiu rolled his eyes and glanced at him: "Friend Roots, don't ignore me."
Luo Ci glanced back at him coolly, then turned and left.
"Hey!" Si Jiu wanted to get a retrospective mirror from him, but Roots didn't want to let go, no matter what he said.
This point also made Si Jiu particularly annoyed, but he was helpless.
Although he and Roots are not much different in realm, Roots is cold-hearted, and his Dao Fa is better than himself, and he is much more ruthless than himself when he starts.
Dead heart, Si Jiu sat under the acacia tree in the courtyard, dug out a jar of homemade spirit wine from under the tree, took out the jade cup, and drank it alone.
In these thirty-three days, there was a fierce chaos everywhere, and no saints could not walk.
Therefore, Si Jiu needs to get the consent of the body if he wants to leave.
But because the good corpses and the evil corpses, as the main body, reincarnated in countless worlds with the main body, they were left in the Mayfly Palace to practice.
After Si Jiu drank a few cups, he became a little drunk and slept under the acacia tree.
After this sleep, Si Jiu recovered, and saw a figure standing in front of him. What he saw vaguely seemed to be the figure of the body...
Qinglian?
Si Jiu woke up from his drunkenness, stood up, and what was in front of him was indeed the main body.
"……you are back."
Qinglian heard the voice and turned sideways slightly, "Yeah."
There seemed to be some confusion and some doubts in her eyes.
The kind of emotion that shouldn't have appeared in the saint.
Si Jiu suddenly felt that something was wrong. Seeing that the main body was still standing under the acacia tree, looking at the prosperous tree in a daze, he quietly stepped back.
However, as soon as Si Jiu walked out of the courtyard, he ran into Roots, who looked cold.
Roots glanced at him coldly, and then motioned for him to follow.
Si Jiu said nothing but followed him.
When I arrived at a pavilion, there were no enchantments and restrictions. In this mayfly palace, there is nothing to hide from the eyes and ears of the saints.
"Where did the body go?" Si Jiu asked Roots first.
Roots' index finger was on the table, slightly bent, and said, "I don't know."
"Is there no way to explore the retrospective mirror?"
Roots glanced at him and said quietly: "She is the master of the mirror."
"Just...I saw that the ontology had doubts." Si Jiu was a little worried, and the joy and laughter between his eyebrows were gone, but his expression was a little serious, "She is a saint."
On the contrary, Roots saw it more clearly. He said: "From the very beginning, the main body cut off the obsessive body for the nine-tailed celestial fox, and became a saint of the great avenue. In order to bring the nine-tailed celestial fox back, Set up such a round, enter the reincarnation twice, how can you not know what you will lose after being sanctified?"
"...You mean?!" Si Jiu suddenly woke up, "The ontology even counted in the sanctified self?!"
Roots said nothing, his expression was already tacit.
The sage follows his seven emotions and six desires, which is contrary to the way of heaven.
Heavenly Dao monitors the words and deeds of the saints and upholds the entire rules.
Since Hongjun joined the Dao, the Dao of Heaven has been completed, and Hongjun is the spokesperson of the Dao of Heaven.
In addition to the thirty-three days today, in addition to Qinglian and Hongjun, there are six heavenly saints, and these six heavenly saints are the disciples of the former Hongjun, respected by Hongjun.
Although Qinglian is the last of these saints, it is the saint appointed by Dadao from the beginning, so it is naturally different from those seven.
In this cosmic famine, there are two great saints.
Apart from Hongjun, it is Qinglian.
After Hongjun joined the road, he turned his god into the rule of heaven.
The way of heaven is merciless, Hongjun acts as the way of heaven.
But Qinglian is different.
Qing Lian is Qing Lian, that is, after the corpse of obsession is cut off, Qing Lian is still Qing Lian.
But... will Heaven really sit idly by?
Hongjun monitors the words and deeds of the saint, and naturally will not miss Qinglian.
After a long while, Si Jiu let out a sigh of relief, and said, "Could it be that the nine-tailed celestial fox dared to blaspheme the saint?"
Roots' eyes moved slightly, remembering what the nine-tailed celestial fox had done in countless worlds of reincarnation, and he was silent again.
Si Jiu curled his lips: "The punishment for blasphemy against a saint can only be borne by a nine-tailed celestial fox in the realm of the Great Luojin Fairyland?"
Roots replied coldly: "The punishment will not fall on Kyuubi."
Si Jiu took a sigh of relief and was shocked: "Could Qinglian take it for him?!"
Roots's face became colder.
Si Jiu felt a little messy in his thoughts. Although he knew the entanglements between the body Qinglian and the nine-tailed fox in the world of reincarnation, he never expected that even if the body had been sanctified, he would still never forget his emotions.
Because from the very beginning, the ontology knew that after being sanctified, it would fade away its feelings for Kyuubi.
Therefore, at the moment when the body cuts off the obsessive corpse, he connects the Qi fortune of Kyuubi with himself, and protects him with his saint body without any worries.
All the cause and effect are counted on her own body.
However, the saint is not involved in cause and effect, and naturally it will not have any influence on her.
What's more, the body has merit to protect the body from the beginning, and heaven can't help her.
However, the nine-tailed celestial fox should have been wiped out by the heavens long ago, but because of Qinglian's intervention, it has survived forever.
If the nine-tailed celestial fox only cultivates with peace of mind, and does not ask about world affairs, it will be calm, and it will not cause trouble to the protagonist.
I am afraid that a devil will develop in his heart, which will break the rules of heaven.
Naturally, Hongjun will not sit idly by for existence outside the rules.
Si Jiu took the retrospective mirror in Roots's hand and probed his spiritual knowledge into it.
I saw that the Three Thousand Worlds became ruined.
The nine-tailed celestial fox left the country of Qingqiu, and brought turbulence and destruction to those worlds with his own fortune of affecting three thousand worlds...
The body noticed it earlier, so he went to Three Thousand Worlds and brought him back.
… Wait, take it back? !
Si Jiu opened his eyes, looked at Roots, and exclaimed: "He is in the Mayfly Palace now?!"
Roots was cold and silent.
At the same time, the mayfly palace, the quiet room.
Qinglian was meditating and calming down. A handsome and unrefined man hugged her from behind, with evil and madness under his eyes. His head was slightly lowered, his lips pressed against her earlobes, and a sexy hoarse voice sounded in her ears: " ...Aqin."
Seeing that she didn't notice, the man gradually lost his patience, his eyes narrowed dangerously, he stretched his hand around her waist, and knocked her down.
Qing Lian finally opened her eyes and looked at him lightly: "What's the matter?"
The man pressed on her, the corners of his eyes were slightly picked, and the lingering and sweet tone prolonged: "What do you mean?"
"You...a good student practice."
He smiled more wickedly, stroked her cheek, and said in a low voice: "Okay, but I want to double repair with you."
"..." Qing Lian sighed slightly.
The memory of reincarnation has gradually awakened, and I don't know when it has broken the seal set by her.
This made her a little surprised.
After all, that is not an ordinary seal.
But this is the fact.
The man in front of him was infected with devilish energy, and he had already removed the devilish energy from him, but the evil nature in his bones could not be concealed.
Those golden eyes reflected her appearance, with a focused and persistent look, and the predatory aura of predators.
In this world, only this person dares to treat himself this way.
Regarding his behavior of pressing herself under her body this time, Qing Lian did not resist, nor did she resist, her eyes were as calm as water.
Looking at her indifferent expression, those eyes were very calm, as if they could tolerate everything, but he could not be the only one!
At that moment, a hostile spirit rose from the bottom of the man's heart. He raised his hand to pinch her chin, and his thin lips curled up. The smile was slightly malicious: "If you don't speak or resist, then you agree... "
Before the voice fell, the man lowered his head and covered her lips.
Her lips are the same as hers, slightly cool, without the slightest breath of freshness.
The man pinched her waist with one hand, pinched her chin with the other, and stuck his tongue into her mouth, with a charming and desperate aura.
Qing Lian raised her hand slightly, as if she wanted to push him away, but stopped when she covered his back.
If you want to push him away, you can do it with a single thought. Why do you need your hands?
It was precisely because of this awareness that Qing Lian did not move anymore and just let him go.
The person under her body was like a wood, with no reaction at all. The man was dissatisfied and bit her lip heavily, leaving a blood mark on her lips.
Leaving her lips, bloodshot saliva stretched, and there was a bit of evil in the lewdness.
Looking at the blood marks on her lips, the man raised his hand, gently rubbed the wound on her lips with his fingers, and asked in a low voice: "Does it hurt?"
Qing Lian looked faint and shook her head.
In the blink of an eye, the wound on her lips quickly disappeared with her thoughts.
"...You!" The man was slightly startled, then annoyed, then lowered his head and bit on her healed lips. This time, the force was heavier than before, and the blood quickly oozes out.
The faint smell of blood spread, and seeing her blood-colored lips, there was a little strange color on her calm face.
The man obeyed the desire in his heart, leaned over slightly, licked the scarlet on her lips little by little, and caught it in his own mouth.
"..." Qing Lian looked at him faintly, but this time she didn't let the wound on her lip become full.
Only this time, the wound was a bit heavy, and the color of the wound on her lips was a bit dark, and she looked at the desire to abuse her for no reason.
Perceiving his thoughts, Qing Lian faintly said: "Xing Ye..."
"Huh?" His voice was low and dumb, which was extremely dangerous.
"Let me get up first."
Xing Ye picked up the corner of his eyes: "What if I don't?"
With a single thought, the saint can wipe out his deity, and can even wipe him out of the heavens and the earth, even the traces of existence.
But the picture in front of me is obviously not like this.
Qinglian, a saint on the road, is controlled by a nine-tailed celestial fox that travels to the Three Thousand World to bring destruction.
This was originally a fantasy, but now it is actually happening in front of our eyes.
Qing Lian's eyes met his eyes, and there was crazy obsession and lingering affection.
She thought that without the memory of reincarnation, he would stay in the country of Qingqiu with peace of mind to practice, but she never thought that the seal would be touched by him because she returned 33 days away.
In the end, with the stubbornness in her bones, she went to the Three Thousand World to cause trouble in order to force her to show up.
He succeeded. Not only did he go to Three Thousand Worlds, but he also calmed down the misfortune he caused. This brought him to thirty-three days away, allowing him to stay in his Mayfly Palace.
But things did not end so simply.
This person has already thought of the things in the world of reincarnation, although not all, but the seal she once placed is no longer useful.
It is useless to re-seal it.
Therefore, Qinglian did not do that.
At the moment she became holy, her luck was connected with Xing Ye, so she could perceive anything he did. Even if there is no personal affair, it will protect him and prevent him from being obliterated by Heaven.
Therefore, at the moment he went to Three Thousand World, Qinglian knew what he was thinking.
Only then went to Three Thousand Worlds, brought him back, and let him stay in the Mayfly Palace.
He was satisfied.
But today, things are not that simple.
To Shang Xing Ye's evil eyes, Qing Lian asked him indifferently: "Then what are you going to do?"
"I know the saint will not be moved by such ants like me, but I am not reconciled..." Xing Ye stared at her calm and unwavering eyes with scorching eyes, and a low-pitched voice with a hint of mania and determination: "I think What is necessary is to destroy your calm and unmoved appearance!"
He was very anxious and angry, with a trace of uncertainty.
Qing Lian knew what he was anxious about and why he was so angry and upset, so he followed him.
"...Xing Ye, you haven't remembered all the memories in the reincarnation." Qinglian told him calmly, "After you remember all of them, just..."
"Oh, remember all of them?" Xing Ye interrupted her with a smile, and looked at her meaningfully, "You sealed my memory, didn't you just make me give up? I tell you...Don't think about it!"
His scorching gaze fell on the bloody color of her lips, and he raised his hand and rubbed it ambiguously with his fingertips, his low voice was extremely dull: "Even if you are a saint..."