Chapter 143

Everything is terrible and terrible cold.

Rhinoceros lying on the cold stone wall, looking at Fu Tong for a moment, only to feel that the clear and transparent eyes were burning, and scars were burned on his soul.

"Absurd, it's really ridiculous..."

After a long time, his gaze moved away from Fu Tong, looked at the dark sky above again, and murmured, his voice hoarse and light, I don’t know if it was talking about Fu Tong or himself.

Isn't it ridiculous?

His love and love for Fu Qianyuan was the only truth he had ever told in his life, but the person he heard was not Fu Qianyuan, but the person he hated the most in his life.

Xizhao closed her eyes and smiled hoarsely: "I have been in this world for thousands of years, but I feel like I have never been here, and I have left nothing. Now, my life is about to end, but the person I sent to me is still

The person I least want to see.”

“How ridiculous.”

The lights behind him shook for a moment, and the shadows of two people were reflected from afar, lying in scarlet blood, like two ghosts shattered in the bush of thorns.

Fu Tong looked at Xizhao silently, and after a while, he spoke softly: "Why?"

"Why? You ask me why?"

Xizhao laughed wildly as if she had heard some joke: "Because I have no choice, do you understand? I have no choice. From the moment I opened my eyes in this world, everything was destined...

...You don't know how much I hate, I hate heaven, I hate you, and Fu Qianyuan, why do I want to do this? Why don't you even give me a little choice?!"

His voice was crazy, and his eyes were open at some point. He looked straight at Fu Tong. The hatred and jealousy inside stabbed Fu Tong with a ferocious prick.

He hated to the extreme. The long halberd that fell beside him felt his master's emotions and kept making sharp buzzing sounds. He was about to lose control. Fu Tong raised his hand and gently fell downwards, hundreds of people in the air were ready to go.

The knife fell down with his movements and once again nailed the rhinoceros to the stone wall.

"Zheng——"

The sharp sound stopped, and the lights behind swayed suddenly.

The scarlet blood covered the old blood and flowed into the distance little by little.

Endless pain filled the whole body. Xizhao's fingers trembled, but suddenly calmed down at this time. Although her pupils were still scarlet, they disappeared from their previous crazy appearance. Her eyes stopped on Fu Tong, and she laughed softly for a while.

:"Fu Tong."

He called Fu Tong and said, "I'll tell you a story."

Xizhao wanted to say the story, but she didn't care whether Fu Tong was willing to listen. After saying that, she started talking without waiting for him to answer. Her voice was low and hoarse, and the sound was light and silence was heard around.

"Many years ago, probably when the heaven and earth were born, a dragon was born in the way of heaven, and was born from the cold mountains and rivers. He was born as the lord of mountains and rivers, standing on the top of the clouds and looking down at all living beings."

"He did not go to the world like other people, but chose to stay on the cold mountain and protect it day and night. He rarely talked and had few friends. He always walked alone on the mountain, and only he was with him

A sword, a cold and sharp sword, and the wind and snow that have not dissipated over the mountains for years."

"There are too many people dissipating under his sword. Countless people fear and hate him. Gradually, they never dared to approach Long Xunshan again. In their hearts, he was as cold as Hanshan, or even worse, he did not.

Even if you feel lonely, you will only feel killed.”

"But... he really has no feelings, won't he feel lonely?"

Xizhao looked at the heavy sky and laughed silently.

Of course not.

He was alone on the Hanshan Mountain and was accompanied by the wind and snow. It was fine for a year, ten years, one hundred years, and one thousand years... The years went by, what about thousands of years?

Everything slowly changed.

Born in cold mountains and rivers, he has no feelings at all, and does not need feelings to others. As time goes by, he gradually feels the taste of loneliness.

That year, he looked at the cold and dim water in the abyss pool and gave himself a name called Fu Qianyuan.

Born in the abyss, hidden in the abyss, and hidden in the abyss.

Fu Qianyuan.

With a name, there are also seven emotions and six desires.

He wants someone to accompany him and wants to have a home.

This is Fu Qianyuan's wish. As he seeks more and more, he gradually becomes a demon in his heart, and the sirloin shine is born from this.

He felt Fu Qianyuan's loneliness, wanted to accompany him, become the person who could accompany him through the years, and wanted to have a home with him.

He is an inner demon, but not with hatred, but with love.

For this love, he urgently needed a body, so he practiced all the time. The depths of the dragon abyss were really cold, so cold that he often had the illusion that his soul was about to be frozen, but just think about it

Fu Qianyuan, he felt that he was not cold anymore and nothing mattered.

After that, there will be boring practice day after day.

After so many years, he finally got what he wanted and cultivated his entity. That day he was very happy and couldn't wait to find Fu Qianyuan, wanting to tell him that I'm here and I will accompany you, and you will never do it again.

It won't be alone anymore.

But in the end, he didn't even have a chance to say these words. All he got was Fu Qianyuan's indifferent glance and the sword carrying Fengxue.

In Fu Qianyuan's eyes, there was no difference between him and those people from Long Xunshan.

Xizhao will never forget Fu Qianyuan's eyes at that time, so cold and indifferent, just like the ice and snow that never ends in Longxun Mountain all year round. He will never forget the pain that the sword brings to him. He obviously doesn't care about his heart, but he lets him

I felt like my heart was crushed into pieces and fell into the dust bit by bit with the blood.

That sword almost scattered his soul. Fortunately, he held on and hid in the depths of the dragon abyss again, watching the wound slowly heal in the abyss where there was no light.

But wounds can heal, but hearts cannot.

He thought, why? He clearly wanted to be with him alone, why didn’t he want to look at me?

He thought about this question, and after thinking about it for a long time, he finally figured it out.

It must be because I am too weak.

Xizhao thought that as long as I became strong and worthy of Fu Qianyuan, there would be no problem.

But how can we become stronger? Practice?

No, no... that's too slow, he can't wait.

Xizhao hid in the dark abyss. After thinking for a long time, she finally decided to leave Longxun Mountain and go to the world to take a look one night.

It was such a good place. He loved the world so much that he made him successful, and he nourished his soul with the blood and life of countless people.

There were two times in these banquets that were really delicious and could be called a feast. He is still impressed by it.

The first meal was a feast for an extremely weak tribe. Under the siege of the surrounding tribes, he had reached the end of his life. He killed the tribe's sacrificial priests, pretended to be him, and sent the three kalpas. After only three months, he tasted it.

Hundreds of violent souls.

These souls healed the wounds left by Fu Qianyuan on him at one time, and then directly promoted his cultivation level.

This made him obsessed with it.

The number of people at the second banquet was not as large as the first one, only one person. A dying person who suffered from the epidemic was a body of extreme Yin gathering evil spirits. Behind him there was a dynasty owner who was willing to give everything for him.

.

Shengyang, right? He remembers it seems to be this name.

Want to save your lover? That's really...so good.

He pretended to be a alchemist and entered the palace, sent a so-called resurrection technique to Shengyang, giving him a choice without any choice. Xizhao still remembers his expression at that time. He was exactly the same joy as when he first met Fu Qianyuan.

But what about the ending?

I failed to get what I wanted, how can you?

The art of resurrection became the abyss of hell, and all the situations came to nourish him, pain, hatred, despair, torture... These emotions were too every second, and he could not stop.

It was after that time that he also gave himself a name - Xizhao.

Unknown gods.

Xizhao enjoys this feeling. When those preys at the banquet are as if they see him, they see the light of dawn. He likes to see them walking towards hell in deception, but regard him as a god and is grateful.

He wandered in this world where he loved so much. After many years, he felt that he was enough to stand beside Fu Qianyuan, so he felt that he was no different from the joy he had many years ago.

Return to Longxun Mountain.

But what did he see?

He saw Fu Qianyuan lying beside Longmianjian holding someone he had never seen before, gently coaxing the person to fall asleep. The gentleness in his eyes was so touching.

At that moment, Xizhao felt cold all over her body.

What about Longyuan? Why not go back to Longyuan? Why not go back to where we were born together? Instead, we came to Longmianjian?

Who is this person? Where is he good? Where is he worthy of your kindness?

Where is me? I was born for you, I appeared earlier, I loved you more than anyone else, and I understood you more than anyone else, why don’t you look at me?!

Why?!
To be continued...