The wind blows over frivolously.

It's raining soon.

"Ms. Zhou."

Ning Ning withdrew her gaze and said to her with a smile: "The weather is good today."

Suitable for drawing a sword to kill people.

*

"No, right, everyone, calm down. Before Zhou Yimei takes revenge, we have to figure out a fact first."

After saying goodbye to Zhou Yimei, Ningning followed the large army to Bai Ye's room and further discussed the follow-up plan with several others.

The sky outside the house was getting darker and darker, but it didn't rain. It seemed as if someone accidentally knocked over the ink, which made them feel more and more guilty.

"It would be fine if this is reality, but it is in the Futu realm. What is the principle of the Futu realm? It is born from obsession."

Bai Ye looked at the layers of dark clouds and lowered his voice: "When we stay here, what we want to do is not to be a chivalrous, but to resolve our obsessions for the master of the illusion."

He smiled while speaking and made a serious expression: "If we help the wrong person, the difficulty of breaking through the Futu realm will probably increase by more than ten times - what do you think is the obsession in this ghost place?"

Yonggui said: "Xie Yu is the master of the Futu realm. Zhou Yimei is his eternal scar. If you know that you have a deep love, how can you escape from shame and blame? There is no need to fight, you can only stay at the level of the Demon Refining Tower and exile yourself to balance your mind."

Bai Ye: "Speak human words."

"What Master Yonggui means is that Xie Yu's obsession lies in guilt."

Ning Ning fiddled with the round mirror on the table, dragged her cheeks and said, "Don't the storybooks be written like this? Only after the heroine died did the hero finally realize how much she loved her, so she grayed her hair all night, she cried all day long, and felt in pain. Well, it was probably this kind of plot."

Bai Ye sneered: "Why, you won't believe these things, right? Apart from the characters in the storybook, is there really a normal person who can regard love as more important than anything else?"

He said with his legs raised and said patiently: "As a man, I can tell you very responsibly: We brothers cannot be ashamed of the so-called white moonlight for the rest of our lives, and we will not be depressed because of so much regret and guilt. The flower world is so big, why bother hanging it on a crooked tree?"

These remarks were rough and not rough. Bai Ye suddenly drank into his mouth and added: "Take a step back, even if I really love that woman, I will be a bachelor until I die. What is love? It's just an optional adjustment product in life! Without it, I can still be promoted step by step, wealth is rich, and admired by thousands of people - hey, happy."

In short, he did not think that Xie Yu's guilt towards Zhou Yimei could create such a huge illusion. Reality is not a book about the love brains of all members.

Meng Jue did not refute and followed his words: "I don't know what the cause of this Futu realm is, according to what fellow Taoist Bai sees?"

"I think Xie Yu must hate Zhou Yimei to death."

Bai Ye's eyes were full of the desire to win, and his speech was getting faster and faster: "You think, although he fell in love with her at a young age, that was a long time ago. After all, this time passed year by year, no matter how strong the relationship was, it was inevitably worn down to a thin shell - the two of them were just like this, and Zhou Yimei not only wanted to kill him, but also locked Xie Jue into the dark demon-refining tower. Do you think this obsession is heavy enough?"

Ning Ning smiled: "So you think Xie Yu wants to kill Zhou Yimei to take revenge."

"yes!"

Bai Ye deserves no hesitation: "Isn't this quite consistent with his personality? A villain who will retaliate against the slightest."

"But if Xie Yu really wants to kill her, he has had many opportunities to move his cell phone in this Futu realm, and he doesn't have to wait until the moment of revenge."

Pei Ji spoke in a deep voice, with a dark color that could not be melted in his eyes: "He has not moved Zhou Yimei yet, which means he still has warmth in his heart."

Both parties have their own reasons and their own unreasonable points. The house fell silent for a moment, and suddenly Ningning's crisp voice sounded: "Wow, look at it! Miss Zhou is leaving!"

So the people present turned their heads one after another.

Ning Ning got a look in the hands of a girl deep in the flowers. When she was talking to Zhou Yimei not long ago, she put it on Miss Zhou’s shoulder.

During the battle between immortals and demons, this thing has not been developed yet. Therefore, even if Zhou Yimei notices something is wrong, she will not be too concerned about it. At most, she feels that passing by an unknown mosquito is not worth paying attention to compared to revenge.

"Since we can't discuss it," Ningning pointed to the round mirror in front of her, "Why might as well look at the plot first?"

After saying that, she lowered her eyelashes and looked at the shadow on the mirror.

A slim woman in white stood in front of the door, looking up at the surging sky.

The tight dark clouds seemed like the ever-changing ghost face, and the storm of wind was like the sound of a gluttonous sucking.

It's really a good weather.

Zhou Yimei did not make any preparations, but just tied up her slightly messy hair again, washed her face in a hurry, and went out without looking back.

*

While Gu Zhaozhao was tidying up the luggage he brought to Luancheng, he suddenly heard footsteps outside the door.

She thought it was the maid who served beside her, so she lowered her head and continued to sort out: "What's the matter?"

Just survive today.

After today, when she and Xie Ju go to Luancheng together and get rid of Chongling, this is a place of fault. She is like Zhaozhao and will fly up the branches and turn into a phoenix.

The Demon Lord’s Wife.

When she thought of these four words, she couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.

In fact, from the beginning, she never thought that Xie Yu would have such a great future. The reason why she secretly borrowed the lady's credit was because he had a beautiful face.

Even though she was covered in bruises and was skinny, the boy's eyebrows and eyes could make her face blush and her heart beat in an instant.

It’s a pity that Xie Jue has a deep love for the unattainable Miss Zhou and has never developed any interest in her.

The jealousy that filled the whole heart should have arisen since then.

Zhou Yimei has everything women long for, beautiful appearance, outstanding roots, impeccable family background, and a large number of men who are devoted to her.

Gu Zhaozhao was unwilling to accept it.

Even if Xie Yu doesn't like her, she has some ways to call him to take the bait.

So she began weaving lies day after day.

Zhou Yimei felt sorry for Xie Yu. Due to the Zhou family's suspicion, she could only entrust her maid to bring medicine and pastries to the little slave.

Gu Zhaozhao quietly ran to see him with a basket, blushing and told the young man with a look of alert: "Don't be afraid, this is the ointment I specially prepared for you... Is your injury still painful?"

Day after day, over and over again.

Xie Yu's eyes became softer and softer when he looked at her, and he would occasionally murmur to her, why did Miss Zhou always look at him and look at him from the future.

Later, Xie Yu asked Zhou Yimei to elope, and Gu Zhaozhao told the secret without hesitation.

Miss Zhou was imprisoned, and Xie Yu was beaten to death.

And she walked to the boy and squeezed out a tear: "You are so stupid. How could a person like Miss Zhou be willing to leave you? Just this morning, she mocked me for your incompetence and ignorance... She told the master everything, and she was destined not to come tonight."

Xie Yu's eyes were both blood-red, and he looked at her without blinking.

Gu Zhaozhao continued to tell him: "You go. If you still remember me in the next day, then come back to Chongling to see me."

At that moment, the indifference in the boy's eyes collapsed and a shallow mist filled with water.

She knew that she had succeeded.

Who would have thought that Xie Yu would become the Demon Lord?

Seeing Zhou Yimei, who was once extremely proud, fall from the bottom of the clouds, and she ascended to the sky and became the person who was with the Demon Lord. The jealousy that had been growing for many years finally disappeared, Gu Zhaozhao felt unprecedented happiness.

Only a little.

Xie Yu seemed to have not yet fallen in love with Zhou Yimei. Even if he disliked him, his eyes could not deceive others.

When she goes to Luancheng, she can say goodbye to Miss Zhou forever.

Gu Zhaozhao was happy and planned to continue collecting his luggage, but he felt something was wrong.

The man who had just entered the room didn't say a word, but just stood quietly at the door, wondering if he was looking at her.

Her chest jumped and she looked up in panic.

What caught my eye was a very familiar face.

Zhou Yimei.

Gu Zhaozhao felt it was not very good, so he shrank back.

She actually stopped talking and stuttered for a while before she exclaimed in an outrageous voice: "What do you want to do?"

She did not forget that Zhou Yimei was once a sword cultivator with outstanding bones.

Unfortunately, at her instigation, the right hand holding the sword was broken by Xie Yusheng.

"Don't think of any bad idea! If you hurt me, Xie Yu will definitely not be able to spare you - where is the guard? Where is the maid? Where are you going!"

Zhou Yimei ignored her yelling, and a sharp sword appeared as a white light appeared in her hand.

Meng Jue said slowly: "With Qi turning into a sword, this lady's cultivation is not low."

Looking out the window again, although it was not yet evening, the sky was already dark.

The dark clouds gathered into huge vortexes, hanging on the sky, as if they were about to swallow up all the light, leaving a dull and monotonous black.

Therefore, when the snow-white sword intent like moonlight surges, and when the woman's side face is shining like a storm of snow waterfall, the murderous aura outlined will be as cold and magnificent as it was just now.

This woman must be crazy.

She actually... held the sword in her left hand,

Gu Zhaozhao was so scared that she was trembling, while Zhou Yimei had no expression from beginning to end. She looked at her and didn't look like she was looking at a living thing.

It's like watching a piece of extremely disgusting garbage.
To be continued...