Tongues of fire swayed up from the charcoal basin.

The red-clad black-haired woman curled up under the tongue of fire, burning, and then turning into a mass of black ash.

The blazing light of the fire reflected the woman's pale face, fluttering and twisting into a strange face.

Without looking closely, the heart of the painting already recognized the identity of the woman on the painting.

It's just that she didn't expect that Shuyi had painted so many of her.

The floor is covered all over the floor.

The heart of the painting leaned over and unfolded several scrolls, each of which was painted vividly, even if it was the same red dress, it also painted a different style.

And there are many old paintings, apparently painted before he met her, which shows that although he has lost his memory, he has never forgotten her.

Never!

The hand holding the scroll clenched suddenly, and she suddenly remembered the scene when he painted, just as she wrote in her poem, with blue sleeves splashing ink painting style.

It is truly the most beautiful scenery in the world.

Now, what kind of state of mind is he burning paintings?

Painting Xinjing didn't dare to guess, she raised her eyes to look at Shuyi, where the fire was hidden, revealing his dead face.

Shuyi heard the movement, and looked at it with a deep gaze, which was a bone-chilling cold that Huaxin had never seen before.

That person is still picturesque, still clear and dusty, and his raised sleeves are still blue like clouds, and the mountains and rivers are beautiful.

It's just that look in his eyes, indifferent and alienated, so indifferent that it seems to be separated by several clouds, so alienated that it seems to have been separated for hundreds of thousands of years.

The painting heart almost broke the scroll in his hand.

Looking at his cold eyes, her heart swelled with grievances and sadness.

He, this blue like water, is like the last light in her life that is so dark that she is desperate, and now, is it going to be extinguished?

Shuyi, or Junyi.

It doesn't seem to matter anymore.

In this life, he is her husband and the father of the early Qing Dynasty.

It is a gentle bond that is entwined with her night and night.

Idiot, do you know that from the moment you listened to Tao Yao's slander and left Wuxinju to put me in danger, you have driven me to a dead end.

I don't have a choice, no.

That crisis made us not only separated by a layer of misunderstanding but also a light and dust. It is also separated from the righteous path of this world, and separated from the peace of all eternity.

On that day, on the top of the mountain, you said that you want me to accompany you to see the picturesque rivers and mountains, and all the people will return to their hearts.

But since the day you spoke, I never believed you, and I didn't believe that you would really kill me one day and save the people.

Because I know very well that in your eyes, the people of the country are far less than a painting heart.

Yes, if you lie to me, I will lie to you.

What you teach me will be counted.

The power of the Nine Shadows is invincible in the world, which can kill demons and demons, and can also destroy gods and Buddhas. If you don't kill me, I will have the Demon Lord to ask for my life, no matter how well you protect me, there will always be a leak in the Baishu, once the Demon Lord succeeds, the consequences will be unimaginable.

You idiot, do you understand or not, I want you to live well, Chu'er live well, Chenchen also live well, you all live well......

At that day and night feast, you will exalt the name of my goddess, but you do not know that if the gods appear, they will not be allowed to live in the mundane world for a long time, otherwise the heavens will leak and you will be damned.

But I pushed the boat down the river and answered you.

The power of the Nine Shadows cannot be used by you, and I would rather die with it and be destroyed in the Heavenly Tribulation.

I have found the gap in the seal, just on this Cangwu Mountain, after the year, when the catastrophe comes, with the power of heaven, thunder, earth and fire, I will be martyred with my body, and I will be able to re-consolidate the seal of the Nine Shadows, or I can keep the peace of the prosperous world for hundreds of thousands of years.

And these years are enough for you to become a god, enough to become a Buddha in the dust, and enough, you have forgotten me!

-- Pull up to load the next chapter --> 2k reading web