Charming flower, why are you blooming here?
The yellow color is like the time and space of a dream.
Whenever there is a sound, there will be several echoes.
Under the ancient bridge is a large area of open blood-red flowers.
The petals are blooming gracefully, the branches are bare, and they are left alone to sway in the wind, just like a neatly dressed bride.
However, in this life, it is impossible to wait for the lover in its heart. .
As the seasons change, looking at it, the greenery is thick, and there is no longer any red color among the green bushes.
You gave birth to me before I was born, you gave birth to me and I am already old.
There is always a kind of love that will be so sad in a corner of the world that we will never see each other again.
Those who see it are sad, those who hear it cry.
Manzhushahua, the coquettish flower blooming on the other side of Huangquan.
Leading the soul, it has become a graceful scenery on this road of no return.
Flowers bloom but no leaves appear, leaves fall but no flowers grow.
Flowers and leaves disappear, and we will be in love forever.
Huangquan Road was so calm that it made me shiver again and again due to the sudden rain.
The rare peace here was completely destroyed.
There were no whitewashed walls and black tiles, no small bridges and flowing water.
But even the ancient bridge that stood alone seemed particularly lively today.
The hurried figures hurriedly crossed the bridge, taking several times as long as usual.
They wiped the sweat on their foreheads due to anxious running. .
The black robe has sleeves that stick to the floor, and the word "Yan" is clearly written on the black gauze hat in traditional Chinese.
His fat belly is covered by clothes that are much wider than that.
The person who came just looked like a middle-aged man, with a full beard, a red complexion, and some weird patterns drawn with a black pen on his forehead.
Overall, he looked a bit scary.
After him, there followed several people with bull-faced and horse-headed figures, all of them panting.
After running for a few steps, the bull-headed man was really tired, so he stopped and shouted loudly to the front, "Yan Jun, you "Slow down."
The other people looked at each other, lifted him onto their shoulders, and pushed him forward.
"Hey, you guys let Lao Niu down quickly.
Lao Niu can just walk on his own."
Regardless of the resistance of the people on their shoulders, these people kept moving.
When they arrived, their Yan Jun had already arrived, kneeling at the other end of the bridge.
His body was shaking like a sieve, as if he wanted to shake off all the pockmarks on his face that were blocked by his beard.
Same.
Some of his blackened lips trembled even more, and his hands clenched the sleeves of his clothes tightly.
"Momomomomojin, big, big, my lord," he said intermittently, and the man in front of him frowned in displeasure. eyebrow.
His men who happened to run to the middle of the bridge knelt down neatly when they saw the visitor, and their bodies were shaking at the same frequency.
When I heard Yan Jun's unspeakable words again, I was so frightened that my heart almost jumped out of my throat.
With a thud, I lowered my head, trying to put it in a safe place.
Sadly, all of them were big.
My head is already out of proportion to my body.
How can I hide it in my clothes, even under my crotch?
Yan Jun, who had been scared to death for a long time, naturally didn't know what his subordinates looked like now.
In fact, if he knew, he would laugh at him and be embarrassed, because his mood at the moment is not much different from theirs. of.
He didn't hear an answer for a long time through the slit under his hands, and his eyes were already sore from the faint cold sweat, but there was always a faint fragrance in his nose, conveying silently, he still Didn’t leave.
Even if he was given dozens of courages, he would not dare to ask again.
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The fragrance of the other side was like a call from hell.
Through the gap, Yan Jun took a desperate glance, not to confirm whether the person was still there, but regardless of whether he was there or not, he firmly believed that not only him, but also his cowardly subordinates must also be there.
You have to wait until the red flowers wither and the leaves turn green before they can rise.
The fine moon silk brocade gauze has not been dyed with any color.
Not to mention the color today, just to talk about the clothes that only one person in the six realms of heaven and earth dares to wear and can afford to wear them.
It was enough to shock him, making his steps unsteady and his whole body weak.
There is no sunlight in hell that can shine in, but this plain white gauze brocade still exudes brilliance in a place like this.
It is bordered by red silk, and large flowers of Manzhu and Shahua bloom on the clothes like moonlight.
Manzhu, Shahua, as red as fire, alone leads the way in the midst of death, creating the path of fire that everyone fears and desires.
Different from its appearance, this flower was covered in a seductive coat, but it also exuded a light fragrance that was opposite to it.
It seemed to be nothing, but it smelled extremely good.
At this moment, he felt it deeply.
Not from the side of the underworld, but from the side above the tip of the nose.
The halo is as if a huge tornado has blown by, the eternal color in front of the gate of hell.
On the Naihe Bridge, Po Meng did not come for a rare occasion today.
The red paved road seduced the souls of the visitors without fail.
In the past tens of millions of years, there has been no news of ghosts causing trouble.
The silver-haired man's brows knitted into his temples, and his rhythm, which was obviously domineering, stopped at the next moment.
The pointed tail was like a knife blade, and his heart felt cold.
On the shiny clothes, the flowers seemed to be telling touching and tragic stories all the time.
When they moved, they were a tear, and when they rolled, they were a piece of hurt.
This person has the wisdom of the Buddha and the stubbornness and anger of the devil.
He has thirty-three heavens, sixty-six palaces, thousands of mountains, Zen Buddhism in other worlds, Western Confucianism, and hundreds of paths.
Perhaps no one can guess the reason why such a moody devil would become close friends with those few people.
Looking coldly at the flowers that were the same as those on her clothes, she wrapped her fingers around her fingertips.
Her silver hair flew like butterfly feathers spreading her wings.
Her slender body brushed her hands and seemed to be standing casually, but the aura around her became increasingly powerful.
Feeling almost done, he didn't look at Yan Jun who was kneeling on the ground.
He just spoke calmly, as if he was narrating something, "Mirror of the Past."
After finishing speaking, I stopped talking, as if saying one more word would be tiring.
As soon as Yan Jun heard what he said, he kowtowed twice in excitement.
For the demon Guan Chuchen who had never disdained the rules of heaven and was never excluded from heaven, Yan Jun directly classified himself as nothing.
How is he qualified to judge the Demon Lord who can kill him immediately if he is unhappy?
As long as people are willing to pay attention to him, he has to be obedient like a dog until death.
No, no, how can he die easily?
He can never rest until his soul is gone.
However, the Mirror of Rebirth is a matchmaker for the six realms.
Even if it is the gate of hell, it is not, "Master Demon God, Mirror of Rebirth."
Guan Mingchen's breath sank.
In an instant, Yan Jun understood a fact.
He was angry, he was angry.
He doesn't dare to have any delusions.
If he loses the mirror and breaks the rules, he still has the possibility of rebirth or reincarnation.
But if he offends this person, he feels that he will turn into flying smoke in the next second.
Maybe if it is worse, There wasn't even any flame left.
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"Lord Demon God, please come with me."
After saying that, he staggered up and glanced sideways at Guan Chuchen, only to see that he was looking at him.
He was so frightened that he suddenly fell to the ground again.
He glanced around the circle coldly, and the powerful aura hit the heart and lungs of the creatures.
Not only Yan Jun and the others were so scared that they peed their pants, but even the toothy corpse fish and the coquettish flower on the edge of the pool were trembling.
Shrank.
"I can do it myself."
After Guan Fuchen finished speaking, he walked towards the bridge on the side of the bull-headed horse face.
He stepped on the bridge with soft-soled brocade boots with white edges.
It was silent and silent.
It was just a mirror for rebirth.
He then It's not that it can't be found.
He sneered.
In fact, he could still reach that place even without the Rebirth Mirror.
The unnecessary effort was just not to make more noises than those noisy people.
Ever since he came back from Tansha, he couldn't let go for a moment.
When he came here, he just wanted to not break the agreement made by heaven, earth and Buddha on that matter.
A charming smile appeared on the corners of his lips. , fascinating to the extreme.
Although, that wasn't his intention.
Within a hundred years, people with magical powers are not allowed to go to the Upper Realm, the Buddha Realm, the God Realm, or go to the Mingyue Continent at will.
If I remember correctly, that place is called the Continent.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but despise the Tian family.
Are you so scared and don't want them to go?
However, today he wanted to go in.
Even if he did everything perfectly, he would eventually have to make an exception. .
Otherwise, the relationship between Ji Ciyan and Huang Ge will be cut off, and neither of them will be able to become gods and return to their thrones.
The smile at the corner of her mouth became even brighter.
She was beautiful, but it was shocking to people who looked at her.
With a murderous smile, no one dared to approach her.
Feeling the closer and closer breath, the tears of the cow's head flowed directly from his face and dripped on the ground.
He wailed in his heart, Mom, the cow is about to leave.
Maybe even if I leave a cow bone for you, I can't do it.
Don't be too nervous.
Sad.
Whispering slightly, trembling.
They said their final farewell in their hearts, more silently than loudly.
But The huge stone mirror, which looks like a piece of stone, is placed on a place that looks like an altar.
Just by looking at it, you can feel that it carries a deep and quiet power, as deep as the sea, but deeper than the sea. wide.
There was a flash of light, and just when the bull-headed horse-faced horse was about to die of fear, the culprit appeared here.
While walking, you can see the inner clothes that are the opposite color to the white clothes.
The faint fragrance spreads and calms the air here.
Guan Xichen looked at the stone mirror in front of him, and the words of sacrifice clung to the edge of the stone mirror like flowers.
He narrowed his beautiful narrow eyes and pulled out his big palm from his sleeve.
The red light surrounded the palm and kept shining.
Strong wind spread around his hand.
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In a moment, the red light became a pillar and hit it directly. mirror.
As if blood had been injected into it, vitality slowly and continuously surged up.
Gui Yuchen's hands continued to move harder, and for a while, there was no other color around except red.
"Hey, where are you going to play, the Great Killer God?
It's really not fun if you don't call me brother." t: