Of course, Xuanyuan Yao is not afraid of death, but he doesn't believe that his woman has really disappeared. He will wait for her to come back in these endless years.

One hundred years, two hundred years, even one thousand years, ten thousand years... As long as Xuanyuan Yao exists, he will be waiting for her to appear, and he will work hard to find a way for her to be reborn.

The strings of the piano around them have been broken, but the tune of "Qianqian" is still echoing in the ears. Just like the lyrics say, their love is nothing more than seeing who becomes a cocoon.

No matter whether he wins or loses the game, he can't look back. The understatement of the song is all in his breath, and he looks back at her face in desperate situation.

"Crackling", like the sound of firecrackers.

Seeing a festive red in front of him, Xuanyuan Yao felt as if he had returned to the day of the emperor's wedding. He opened the palace door and saw the bright red wedding robe sitting on the bedside.

She opened the curtain and stared deeply at him with a pair of clear eyes. A charming smile appeared on the corners of her lips. At that moment, her smiling face was the only thing in her pupils.

"Yao Yao~" She whispered his name softly, and it was filled with endless feelings.

Xuanyuan Yao's hands were trembling, but he still held Murong Qianqian in his arms for the first moment, as if he was afraid that she would disappear in the next second, and wanted to rub her into his bones.

"Qianqian, you are back, you are back. I will never hurt you, never make you cry, and never let you disappear."

"But, I have disappeared." She raised her head, her eyes like crescent moons.

As the words fell, she gradually became transparent, gradually turned into a wisp of smoke, and became void in Xuanyuan Yao's arms.

The red in front of his eyes turned into endless darkness, and he returned to where he was. There were still stains of blood left by her on the demon sword.

Xuanyuan Yao stared at the sword, a sneer suddenly appeared on his lips, he grabbed the sword with his bare hands, and with a "clang" sound, the Demon Sword broke into two pieces.

There were two deep blood marks on his hands, and the white bones could be seen through the scarlet flesh.

Perhaps when it was the most painful, it was always easy to think of the past. Thousands of years ago, he never thought he would meet her, let alone fall in love with her.

Peach Blossom Yaoyao, that faint pink color is endless, she blends into this layer of color, her long skirt is fluttering, like the most luxurious picture in a dream.

The Demon Lord has no heart, but at that moment he felt that he had a heart. Looking at those amber eyes, there was his shadow in her pupils.

Maybe it was arrogance, maybe it was self-confidence, but at that moment, he felt that she had fallen in love with him.

When he kissed her, he thought it was the most beautiful taste in life. At that moment, he actually forgot who he was, and even thought that if he could get her, it would be okay even if he secluded herself from the three worlds.

It's a pity that he didn't realize this idea, which ultimately became the tragedy of her leaving.

In the previous life, he used her to gain access to the secret passage of the Jade Palace. In this life, he used her to gain the power of the country, but at the same time, he fell in love with her deeply.

Why did fate play tricks on her? She died because of herself in both lives. Didn't destiny seek reincarnation? He should be the one to repay it in this life.

Time and space changed, Xuanyuan Yao watched the sea change, watched the sea dry up, but still held the empty air, waiting for the person who would never come back.

One year, ten years, one hundred years, one thousand years, until ten thousand years...

He thought that since she loved him, she would definitely come back to see him again. How could she be willing to let him suffer forever?

Qianqian, will you come back?

…………Murong Qianqian’s dividing line…………

His soul was clearly gone, but why could he hear Yao Yao's heartbreaking voice?

Is he crying? He must be heartbroken, because she knows that his love for her is true.

It's a pity that their love was cursed by fate, and they were destined to lose each other, and everything they once had turned into nothing.

Although, maybe this kind of pain is more difficult to accept, but think about it, compared to never meeting and never falling in love, it turns out that I still long to love.

Murong Qianqian felt that she actually didn't hate Xuanyuan Yao for piercing that sword into her chest at all. If one of them must disappear, then let her bear it.

In love, no one is wrong, it's just that they used each other in the wrong way and failed to protect each other in the most beautiful time.

Sometimes, Murong Qianqian would think that if she had trusted Yaoyao a little more and believed instead of doubting what Meng Fei said when she heard her words, maybe the outcome would have been different.

Being destroyed into ashes is a punishment for her distrust. If she is given another chance, she will definitely choose to trust Xuanyuan Yao unconditionally.

I used to think that love is forever, but now I understand that love is a belief. Regardless of whether you have it or not, I just want to have no regrets.

Yaoyao, if you are still crying, are you heartbroken?

I once read a book, and the story said that the first person to leave is the most selfish, because leaving means liberation and there will be no pain, but the person left behind will suffer in eternal torment.

torment.

Therefore, she wanted to say to Xuanyuan Yao: Yaoyao, I'm sorry, I can no longer accompany you, but please believe that even if I am gone, my love will always exist.

Perhaps because of the dispersion of her soul, Murong Qianqian remembered more and more that nothing was wrong. She didn't know how long it had been, and in the misty space, she didn't know whether she was alive or dead.

Then, she began to forget who she was, and then she began to forget Leng Sha, Tenth Princess, Fei Wo, Xiang Mo, Ye Chen and others, but there was one person she always remembered.

Yaoyao, a man named Yaoyao.

She murmured to herself over and over again. Although she occasionally couldn't remember his appearance, she still remembered that she loved this man deeply, just like breathing.

Sometimes, she felt like someone was talking to her, but it was not her Yaoyao, but someone who seemed strange or someone she had once been familiar with.

The man said that his name was Su Jinli (but he only remembered the name when he said it, and forgot it later). He said that he was working in hell, and because she saved him, he pieced her soul back together in order to repay her kindness.

It's a pity that her soul was too broken, so he pieced it together piece by piece, but he never got the prototype, and he never was able to piece it together completely.

Murong Qianqian began to have no memory at all. She only called Yaoyao's name every day, but she no longer knew why she called this name.

One day, the person who often talked to her said that her soul had been put together completely, but the reincarnation of fate was destined to be a disaster, so he decided to send her back to her original place.

She wanted to ask where the original place was, but when she opened her mouth, she suddenly felt that she had no memory anyway, so asking was in vain.

The moment the dazzling light flashed, she felt as if she had traveled through time and space, and her soul was circulating for thousands of years, and then returned to a body.
Chapter completed!