"She..." She couldn't guess how much memory Ying Long had recovered, so Xiu'er didn't dare to say anything nonsense, "She has been reincarnated."
"Reincarnation?" Yinglong was stunned, and said excitedly for a while: "No way, she can't be reincarnated."
"Third brother, listen to me..." Xiu'er held Yinglong's hand, "tens of thousands of years have passed, and the female demon has really been reincarnated. If you don't believe it, you can check it out in the future, but don't
I'm so excited, don't scare me at night..."
Ying Long immediately pushed Xiu'er's hand away and looked at her with a complicated expression, as if he was sleeping with a stranger he had never met before.
Xiu'er was stunned on the spot, "Third brother, don't you remember me?" The Yellow Emperor had clearly withdrawn his memory back then, so why did the lost memory miraculously recover after tens of thousands of years?
"It's not...I..." Images kept flashing through Yinglong's mind, stimulating his nerves, "I know you are my wife, Xue Nu, but...give me some time, I want to be quiet..."
Over tens of thousands of years, the memories of four lives overlapped together, and the vague fragments were like floods bursting from the embankments, constantly rushing towards the heart.
Yinglong had a splitting headache. He jumped up from the bed and hurriedly left the room.
Xiu'er panicked and immediately got up, put on her clothes and chased out, but to her surprise, Ying Long was nowhere to be found.
Five hundred years, the sea has changed, the sea has dried up, and the rocks are in ruins. Yinglong has been watching in the Huangquan Sea for five hundred years, maybe to atone for his sins, or maybe he is waiting for the rebirth of the female slave.
Water and fire are destined not to coexist, but they fall in love with each other and cannot embrace each other.
Xiu'er is very clear about the unforgettable love. The female master's position in Yinglong's heart is an unshakable marriage, but it cannot withstand the tricks of fate. She and he always pass by each other in life and death, and Yinglong loses his memory.
In the third life, he died in the hands of a female slave, and in the fourth life, a female slave died in the hands of Yinglong...
Xiuer searched anxiously for Yinglong, but there was no trace.
Maybe... an idea came to mind. Xiu'er turned her head and flew towards the underworld. Before the death of the female demon, she had always hoped that Yinglong could recover his memory and resolve the grievances between right and wrong. But now that he suddenly recovered his memory, he was no longer like a thing.
If Renfei could, she hoped he would never recover his memory again
Ying Long has always valued friendship, but once he learns the truth, it will be a fatal blow to him
In the Yellow Spring Sea under the moonlight, the roaring waves and the howling cold wind are as terrifying as ghosts crying and wolves howling.
Xiu'er searched anxiously on the sea and saw a black shadow standing on the coast from a distance.
Her heart sank suddenly, and a bad premonition came over her. Xiu'er leaned over and flew down, stopping not far from Yinglong.
The stormy waves crashing on the shore, the angry sea of yellow water seems to swallow people up, and the salty seawater hits the black figure
The sea water continued to flow down from the tall figure, and the wet clothes clung to his body. He looked like a bottle of stone sculpture, and even more like the legendary Wife-Wang Stone...
"Ying Long..." Xiu'er's heart ached as she stood beside him facing the waves, "What are you doing here at night?"
"I'm here to see the female slave." Ying Long's voice was full of sorrow, and he sang the natural sound of the female slave.
Xiu'er's tears fell down her cheeks, washed away by the sea water without leaving a trace. A heavenly sound allowed the dark Yinglong to see the light again, but it also vividly and exquisitely performed love, hate, anger and obsession, and Yinglong was
Pushing to the pinnacle of life and death with the female demon, there will be no final results for several lifetimes
"Xue Nu, I killed the female slave with my own hands, right?" Ying Long looked sideways at Xiu'er, tears of regret slipped out of his eyes and fell to the ground, turning into bright lovers' tears.
Xiu'er lowered her head and looked at the few lovers' tears that were slowly flowing towards Huang Quanhai on the ground. She bent down to pick them up and held them in her hands. The bone-chilling pain spread from her palms to her limbs. Her heart suddenly tightened and she couldn't breathe in pain.
No matter how painful it is physically and mentally, how deeply Yinglong loves his daughter Ba!
Heartbroken, Xiu'er, who was unsteady on her feet, fell to the ground, her eyes darkened and she lost consciousness.
I don’t know how long she had been unconscious for, but Xiuer was awakened by the sound of roaring waves.
Xiu'er was sleeping on the beach with the wind behind her, with Ying Long's coat covering her body. She got up anxiously, but there was no trace of Ying Long in the boundless sea of yellow.
There was a bone-chilling pain in her right palm. Xiu'er looked at the paper and saw that her hand was tied with a cloth. The cloth was stained with blood. She must have been burned by her lover's tears.
Regardless of her pain, Xiu'er flew over the Huangquan Sea, anxiously looking for the missing Yinglong. She turned over the entire Huangquan Sea, but there was still no clue.
Xiu'er didn't give up and plunged directly into the Yellow Spring Sea and swam towards the abyss of darkness.
After the death of the female slave, the barrier at the entrance to the Dark Abyss disappeared. The seawater swallowed the entire Dark Abyss. The former houses were soaked in the seawater and had long been changed beyond recognition.
Looking at the house corroded by the sea water, Xiu'er vaguely saw a pregnant woman in green walking slowly by the lake, while Ying Long accompanied her with a smile on his face and gently stroked her bulging belly with his palms.
The fence by the lake is so rotten that its original shape is almost invisible, and the vegetable garden is covered in mud, smelling of algae mud from the deep sea.
There were faint footprints in the mud in front of the wooden house. Judging from the footprints, Xiu'er was sure that Ying Long must have been here. But where did he go after that?
Coming out of the abyss of darkness, Xiu'er climbed ashore from the Huangquan Sea. She was worried that Yinglong would do something extreme if he couldn't think about it for a while. When he was in a hurry, he was even more anxious.
Maybe things were not as bad as imagined. Yinglong recovered his memory, but for a while he couldn't accept the fact that he killed the female slave with his own hands. Moreover, after a wrong love, he and her became husband and wife.
Xiu'er was not jealous at all about Ying Long's love for the female slave. From the beginning, she knew clearly that she was the love of Ying Long who lost his memory. Once he regained his memory, his love would always be the female slave.
What's more, Xiu'er knows exactly what her feelings for Long are at this moment.
Yinglong disappeared, and the anxious Xiuer rushed back to the Taoyuan land without stopping. Unexpectedly, before he reached the house, he saw a silver figure walking in front of the house holding a baby.
When she saw who it was, Xiu'er turned pale with fright. It was raining all night in front of the house, and the boat was hit by waves. She rushed forward anxiously, reaching out to grab the baby.
The silver figure flashed, disappeared out of thin air, and appeared behind Xiu'er. Xiu'er was so angry that she waved her palm over and said angrily: "Give me the steamed buns back!"
A lavender barrier blocked Xiu'er's spell, "My son is also involved. Let me see what's wrong with him?"
"What do you want?"
"I don't want to do anything!" Zongzi said with a smile: "Don't worry, I won't fight with you, I just came to see the steamed buns."
"Now that you have seen it and hugged it, return your son to me." Xiu'er reached out to grab it and said anxiously: "In the future, you are not allowed to see the child privately without my consent."
Zongzi looked at the infant steamed buns depressedly, frowning, "If I hadn't come, I wouldn't have known that your son was raised like this by you."
"Chu Xin is a zombie. He bullied Steamed Bun in his belly and robbed Steamed Bun of all the spiritual power his body needed. That's why he was born weak and sickly." He didn't even think about it. Chu Xin grew up so fast.
Big steamed buns?
"Why didn't you tell me about this?" Zongzi gently touched Steamed Bun's hand and quietly transferred his spiritual power into his body.
"Be careful," Xiu'er said in a panic: "Mantou is a fairy boy. If your spiritual power is not pure, I'm afraid it will be harmful to him."
"Don't worry when I do things," Zongzi explained, "I have purified the spiritual power I gave to my son, and he will be fine."
The spiritual power of the rice dumplings continued to flow into the body of the steamed buns. The satiated steamed buns tried their best to open their eyes, and looked at the rice dumplings curiously with their clear eyes, "Hehe...hehe..."
Xiu'er stared at Mantou in disbelief. He actually smiled. Perhaps it was because blood was thicker than water. They were both corpse demons full of rage. As soon as Yinglong approached Mantou, Mantou cried out of fright. But not only did he
I don’t reject the zongzi, but I laugh at the zongzi.
As nature dictates, Xiu'er can't help but have mixed feelings about the love between father and son.
"Baby, my baby." Zongzi smiled contentedly, lowered his head to kiss the bun, held it in his arms and rocked it gently, "You are the one I love most."
"You can't hold the baby like this." Zongzi held the bun in a wrong posture. Xiu'er pushed his hand to correct his movement, "Don't hold it too low, otherwise he will spit up milk."
When Zongzi heard this, he raised his right hand that was holding the head of the steamed bun a little higher, "Is that so?"
Xiu'er nodded, took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of Steamed Bun's mouth. When Zongzi teased him, he laughed so much that his saliva flowed out.
"The baby is hungry, can you feed me some milk?"
"..." Xiu'er's face was full of black lines, "You were fed well just now."
"The child is too young. We have to hold it with both hands. I will pass on my spiritual power to him and you feed him milk. It will grow faster this way." Xiu'er is a fairy, and her milk can be regarded as fairy milk. Well... although the name is not the same.
It sounds so good, but compared to human milk, I definitely like steamed buns.
"I have something to do and I am in a hurry to return to the demon world. Give me the child." Yinglong recovered her memory. She knew that she had to give him time, but only if he was safe and sound.
"Are you looking for Yinglong?" Zongzi focused on his son, his dead gray nails gently hooked his little hand, and kept teasing his son, "Come on, give daddy a smile."
Xiu'er said with mixed feelings: "Heaven has sent a war letter to the devil, and we will fight in Huangquanhai in three days."
"Really?" Zongzi seemed to have known about it for a long time and was not surprised at all, "Heavenly Realm is too slow in doing things. It seems that they still had hope in dealing with dragons before."
Xiu'er said in surprise: "How do you know about the battle between gods and demons?"
"Guess" Zongzi said, "If they don't stop them, the whole world will belong to Yinglong in the future."
"Yinglong has recovered his memory"
Zongzi raised his eyes, his green pupils were calm, "Xiu'er, don't you think I did it?"