Murong Qianqian opened it and glanced at the contents inside. Gradually, a sneer appeared on her lips, and she asked: "Why do the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother think I would do this?"

"Because this is your mission." Si Mingxingjun suddenly felt that she was very strange, but after a thousand years, she was no longer the same person she used to be.

Murong Qianqian wanted to laugh, "Mission? Now that I am no longer the Peach Blossom Fairy, I am no longer a member of the heaven. What about mission? What do the people of this world have to do with me?"

Si Mingxingjun also laughed, "You are deceiving yourself and others. Ask the bottom of your heart, what do you think when you see all this?"

After saying that, Guangxiu waved slightly in mid-air, and it was like a screen was erected in front of his eyes, and countless pictures flashed quickly in front of his eyes.

Countless demons and ghosts are wreaking havoc, mortal corpses are scattered everywhere, and the people are in a state of water-borne fire.

Shouts, cries, and screams are endless.

In the picture, she suddenly saw the tenth princess holding the infant baby, running away desperately among the monsters and monsters, a sword flew over her head, but luckily the prince-in-law swung his sword to cut it open.

Then, she saw the former Liuxia Palace, which still maintained its original appearance, but there was still no laughter and laughter.

In the dim sight, Xiang Mo, the Four Living Treasures and others were like walking zombies, suffering from the torture of the demons. They looked into her eyes as if seeking rescue.

…

Murong Qianqian felt that her whole heart was being squeezed. She could no longer watch it, and with a wave of her long sleeve, she shattered all the images into pieces.

Jumping down, she turned around and submerged into the sea of ​​flowers, but paused again, "Okay, I will kill Xuanyuan Yao with my own hands."

As soon as the words fell, my heart died at the same time.

All this is not her choice. This is the fate of Murong Qianqian and Xuanyuan Yao. No matter how deeply they love each other, they are destined to die or I will die.

…

Half a month later.

When Murong Qianqian appeared in front of Xuanyuan Yao, she was no longer as warm as when they first met her. She was like a stranger, no, she should be an old enemy, standing in front of him coldly.

Peach Blossom Yaoyao, as far as the eye can see is an endless peach forest, with charming petals dancing in the wind, like a pink rain falling down.

Through the dancing peach blossoms, he was wearing a black robe and sitting in front of the stone table. His silver hair was like a sloping waterfall, and his back looked lonely and lonely.

A guqin lay in front of him, and his well-jointed fingers gently picked up the strings, and the familiar sound slowly jumped out, and the sad and beautiful tune hovered in the sky.

Xu Shi was already heartbroken, so the music that played was even more tear-jerking. What was once beautiful has now become the greatest abuse.

If all the changes in the world and the oaths made are the promise of love, then what does it mean when he plays the song "Qianqian" at this moment?

Murong Qianqian clearly thought that she had already given up, but at this moment when she heard the sound of his piano playing, her heart returned to the past involuntarily.

…

"The clear dew in the small pond ripples

Appearing round and round

That attachment is still withered by the breeze

Read the mutual dreams

Not as long as between heaven and earth

Every article emerges like youth

The sound of falling rain echoes with soft whispers

Just like your beautiful sigh, so beautiful

Outside the city, it was wet and dripping, and the ground was full of whispers.

I find you around me, indifferently avoiding you

A splendid song, love is nothing more than seeing who becomes a cocoon

I can’t go back whether I win or lose against you.

A song of understatement fills my breath

I look back at you from all over the place."

On that day, the peach blossoms withered at the end of spring, and the flowers scattered one after another in the warm breeze, breaking countless ripples.

Xuanyuan Yao sat under the peach blossom tree, his slender white fingers strumming the strings over and over again, and the wind blew his robes, making a hunting sound.

In his arms was a stunning woman in a pink dress. She raised her head slightly and stared at the rain of pink flowers in the sky. She spread her slender hands in the air and let the petals brush against her palms.

Murong Qianqian rested her head on Xuanyuan Yao's shoulder, the air was filled with the faint fragrance of flowers and ambergris, her red lips lightly opened, and her light singing voice floated in the air.

…

But now, there are only people who play the piano, who will echo this song.

Xuanyuan Yao plucked his fingers on the strings, over and over again. He seemed to be waiting for the woman he loved back in the sound of the piano, hoping that at some moment, her voice would suddenly appear.

However, a year has passed and he has searched all over the Three Realms, but she no longer exists.

It's not me, this man used his last cultivation to hide her beauty, but one day, he Xuanyuan Yao will find her back, even if he is imprisoned, he will not allow her to leave.

But, will she still love him?

Until now, Xuanyuan Yao still clearly remembers what I said before he died: "Demon Lord, if you lose in this life, she will not forgive you."

And he still remembered the disgust and coldness that flashed in those clear eyes at that moment. He knew that the relationship between them had come to an end.

However, Xuanyuan Yao didn't want to believe that the woman he was willing to give up his position as Demon Lord was really leaving.

The smell in the air suddenly became different, with a faint floral fragrance filling the air. His fingers suddenly froze, but for just a moment, he still plucked the strings.

"You're here." Xuanyuan Yao's voice was very soft, as soft as a peach blossom brushing against his cheek.

Murong Qianqian felt a sharp pain in her heart, but she didn't answer anything. She just stepped on pieces of fallen flowers and got closer step by step.

The black robe was fluttering, and Xuanyuan Yao's sitting posture did not change from beginning to end. He just turned 180 degrees in the air, and the face with his back facing him appeared in front of him.

The blue eyes have lost their gentleness, and the cold gaze is like the devil's claws, which makes people's hearts tremble and make them want to run away.

It's not that I'm afraid, it's just that it's too unfamiliar.

When Murong Qianqian saw Xuanyuan Yao's eyes falling on Mo Xi's painting, her fingers couldn't help but tighten. For a moment, she hoped that he could look away.

This devilish painting took her half a month and almost a lifetime of cultivation to paint, and it was specially made for monsters and monsters.

Moreover, anyone who is injured by Mo Xi will have only one result, and that is to be wiped out in ashes.

Finally, Xuanyuan Yao looked away and looked at her indifferently, as if there was nothing between them, "Shall we sing "Qianqian" again?"

His voice was very soft, like begging and commanding. Murong Qianqian looked into those blue eyes, but couldn't say a word.

Don't think about it, don't think about anything.
Chapter completed!