Bu Qingyi asked Bei Ling to raise her hand, and the blade of the sword slashed her wrist, and blood fell on the blade of the Black Iron Sword.

Suddenly, the sword body emitted cyan light.

Bu Qingyi recited a few spells silently, then took his hand away from the black iron sword. The black iron sword kept spinning in the air, and the green light illuminated the entire room.

He took a sip of water, met Beiling's puzzled gaze, and then said, "Beiling, do you know Beidou?"

Beiling nodded.

"Okay, then you should also know that Beidou is actually you."

Although Bu Qingyi had vaccinated her and she was mentally prepared, she was still surprised when she heard this. She shook her head in disbelief: "This is impossible."

"Nothing is impossible."

"This is absolutely impossible! Beidou is already dead, she has been wiped out in ashes!"

"Oh, wiped out into ashes? If she is wiped out into ashes, then who are you?" Bu Qingyi said with a slight sneer.

Bei Ling did not continue and said: "Beidou is not dead, won't the old man continue to pursue him?"

"Pursuit?" Bu Qingyi touched his chin, which was very smooth and even without stubble, "This is a very vivid word. However, you are right, if Beidou is not wiped out, then God will definitely try his best to let it go."

She died again. After all, he is the Lord of the Six Realms, and Beidou is outside the Six Realms. How could he allow someone to no longer be under his control?" Bu Qingyi smiled sarcastically as he said that.

I don't know who he is laughing at.

"However, fortunately, Beidou died cleanly in front of him. In this way, you can hide it from the world, and God will not cause you any more trouble. Of course, I didn't dissipate you between heaven and earth.

You don’t need to thank me for bringing back three souls and seven souls. I can’t let anyone trouble me, right?”

Bu Qingyi put aside the responsibility in a few words.

"Who is that?"

Bu Qingyi looked at Bei Ling seriously and said leisurely: "Have you ever heard of these eight words? Traitor of the gods, monster of the demons."

"Xue Yu!" Bei Ling blurted out.

Bu Qingyi nodded, admitting it. "Xue Yu knew you a thousand years ago. At that time, in order to get close to you, he begged me to seal his ability and become himself and stay by your side. Don't you occasionally dream?

To Beidou? The snow fox next to her is him. So, you, Yao Qianzhu, and Xue Yu have known each other for a long time. In order to summon your soul back, Xue Yu betrayed the gods and joined the demon tribe and became a demon.

A member of the tribe. However, it is still an ancient mythical beast, so it looks nondescript in the demon world. This is why he is described by the characters 'traitor of the gods and monster of the demons'. In order to gather your

Three souls and seven souls, Xue Yu ran around, stole the soul-gathering lamp of the gods, and used the soul-gathering lamp to gather your three souls and seven souls."

"Hundreds of years later, he finally gathered your three souls and six souls, but one of them was still missing. So he had to give up temporarily. He planned to let you enter the world and be reincarnated as a human being. However, he was afraid that you would be destroyed by God again.

I found out, so I teamed up with Yao Qianzhu to separate your three souls and six souls. The three souls stayed here and were reborn in Fei Wanrou's belly. The other six souls were sent to another world and reincarnated as human beings. Each person has three souls.

Seven souls, and you are missing one soul, that is the soul. If you are missing one soul, you are destined to be unhealthy in this life, so he divided his heart into two, keeping one part here and sending the other to another world. In this way

, whether you are here or in another world, you are always complete."

"Little girl, your heart now belongs to Xue Yu. Hundreds of years have passed like this, and you have finally reshaped your soul and been reincarnated."

Bu Qingyi looked at Bei Ling with indifferent eyes.

Beiling listened blankly.

"Xue Yu, he...has no heart, what will happen to him?"

"Die or vanish into ashes."

"How...how could this happen?" Beiling couldn't believe it.

Bu Qingyi smiled: "Don't worry, the unbelievable thing is still to come."

"You should still remember Yu Rousha, right?"

"Yeah." Rousha, she will never forget it.

Bu Qingyi naturally knew what to write. He shrugged and continued: "Yu Rousha, maybe you have seen it in your dream. She is the one who occasionally comes to give you food..."

Delivering food? Beiling recalled it, but there was no impression in her mind.

She shook her head.

Seeing her like this, Bu Qingyi shook her head.

"I know, probably, these memories are sealed on this sword. Okay, now I not only have to talk, but I also have to do it. Hey, Wanrou has really thrown me into a big mess." Bu Qingyi complained.

There was something different about him, but Beiling saw the deep smile in his eyes.

Sure enough, I still like Fei Wanrou very much. Beiling smiled.

Bu Qingyi took a few steps back, forming a triangle with Beiling and the Xuantie Sword. He stretched out his hand, and a white light shot out from his fingertips towards the Xuantie Sword. The Xuantiejian then shot out a green light, pointing at Beiling.

When the blue light came, Beiling closed her eyes.

The past is in a hurry, and the memory gate is opened. The memories are shown so clearly, as if they are playing a movie, but they are so empathetic, as if they have just experienced it not long ago, everything is vividly remembered.

The Holy Spirit thousands of years ago was not as big and magnificent as it is now.

Thousands of years ago, the Holy Spirit was still small and very free.

On this day, the sun was shining, the sky was blue, and the clouds were rolling. Occasionally, a few breezes blew by, bringing with them a refreshing fragrance.

Under the shade of a tree, there was a man lying down, looking so lazy that people couldn't help but laugh.

"Beidou! You are sleeping again!"

Before I saw the figure, I heard her coquettish and angry voice.

Beidou curled his lips, smacked his lips, and had no choice but to stand up.

Squinting her eyes, she saw a person in the distance running towards her quickly with a basket, and she suddenly filled her arms.

"Have you brought anything delicious?" Beidou hugged her, nuzzled her face affectionately, and asked.

The girl smiled innocently and stretched out her hand to open the basket: "Today is the birthday of the Seventh Princess. Before it started, I brought some delicious snacks and wine from the imperial kitchen. Because I was afraid of being seen, I took everything.

Come here, each portion is not large, but it is enough for the few of us!" The girl was full of confidence.

Beidou smiled: "Sha'er, you are really becoming more and more experienced."

The woman called Shaer smiled broadly at her: "Hehe, isn't that because you are as drunk as a greedy cat? Your Highness, look, I haven't even tasted it yet, you want me to try it?"

Just take the wine glass in Beidou's hand.

"How many times have you told me not to call me Your Highness? Why don't you listen?" Beidou replied slightly dissatisfied, but still gave her the one in his hand.

Shaer greedily took a sip of the aroma of the wine and took a sip carefully, with a happy face: "It tastes good. It tastes like sour apples."
Chapter completed!