After being annoyed by Ao Sheng, the group of people didn't set off until after lunch. They walked against the wind and went straight to Lu Xiao's villa in the human world.
Looking at Yaizhen and Chi Lian standing side by side, and then at Lu Xiao's empty hands and the sword in his own hand, Meng Zirou asked Chi Lian in confusion: "Why can you and Chi Lianjian appear at the same time, but Yaizhen and Chi Lian can appear at the same time?"
Can’t the dragon scale sword?”
"Because the dragon scales are directly transformed from Yaizhen, but I am just a sword spirit." Chi Lian replied sadly, "To put it simply, if Yaizhen leaves, then the dragon scales will also disappear. But, if I die,
, Chi Lian Sword just lacks spirituality, but it is still a sword."
"Can you speak? It's bad luck to be gone and dead!" Yaizhen protested dissatisfied, causing everyone to burst into laughter.
However, no one thought that Chi Lian's unintentional words would secretly affect his future.
When everyone arrived at the villa, it was already dark. Thanks to this, otherwise, the sudden appearance of this group of handsome men and beauties in strange clothes would definitely cause quite a sensation.
Opening the door, Xian Yin exclaimed again: "Wow, it's so beautiful. The world is so beautiful. It doesn't take a night pearl to illuminate the room so brightly, it's like daytime!"
"This is called an electric light. Everything you see is new, you idiot." Yaizhen muttered disdainfully, squinting at Xianyin who looked curious, and said with a slight disdain: "When you go to the street tomorrow, you still have to look like a toad.
Just the same, it keeps screaming non-stop!"
Along the way, although a few people have been flying in the air, they can still see things on the ground very clearly. The towering buildings, the cars passing by, and the winding roads like giant pythons all make the string sound "
If the sound of "Wow" keeps coming, it's no wonder that Yaizhen feels bored.
"Wow, this chair is so soft and comfortable!" Xian Yin sat on the sofa without mind and sighed again involuntarily.
"Please, this is the sofa! Idiot." He rolled his eyes in resignation, reached out to pick up the lazy Xian Yin on the sofa, and called a few others to go upstairs to arrange rooms.
Meng Zirou sat on the sofa and massaged her sore and swollen legs. This was her first time flying in the wind, and her body was really overwhelmed after such a long time.
"Tired?" Lu Xiao smiled and sat aside, looking at the woman he loved fondly. After waiting for more than three hundred years, he finally had the opportunity to see her again day and night, and he was naturally overjoyed.
"It's okay." Meng Zirou blushed a little when he saw her. She paused and asked, "If they go out, this outfit will cause a sensation."
Lu Xiao nodded in agreement: "Chi Lian should be able to wear my clothes. Xing Yuan is a bit skinny, so you can try Yaizhen's. But these beauties--forget it, let's go buy some with them tomorrow!
"
"Then we can go out! Why don't I go home and bring a few things over first!" He stood up and disappeared without waiting for Lu Xiao to answer.
Looking at the empty sofa, Lu Xiao felt a sense of sadness. He knew that Meng Zirou just wanted to find an excuse to go back and have a look. After all, that was where she had lived and it was her home.
In Meng Zirou's eyes, she has always been Lin Yuwei, a solemn wife, and Tongtong's mother. She was forced to join the demon world. If there was still a chance, she would definitely choose to leave without hesitation.
But, what can he do if he knows. Lu Xiao silently asked himself, should he stop her? Didn't he always hope that she would be happy? If one day, she really made a choice, shouldn't he bless her? But, why is he still in his heart?
It would be so sad------
Appearing in the empty villa, Meng Zirou felt a chill and reached out to press the switch out of habit, but the light did not turn on. She remembered that the light was broken when she left.
Obviously, no one has been here for a long time.
Helpless, Meng Zirou had no choice but to mobilize her spiritual power and let a jumping flame appear beside her, illuminating the dark room.
The furnishings in the room have not changed at all, as if they are quietly waiting for the return of the owner, but they are already covered with dust and cobwebs. On the wall, the shot of solemnly embracing his beloved wife and daughter is eternally fixed in the photo
Although it was covered with dust, you could still feel the happiness and comfort inside. The family of three smiled contentedly and looked at the lonely woman in front of them.
Meng Zirou stood silently for a while, sighed helplessly, turned around and went up to the second floor.
The bedroom is still the same as before. Looking at the cold and empty big bed, the scene of a family of three chasing and playing still emerges in front of my eyes.
Lin Yuwei, who pretended to be angry because the room was messy, stood aside with her lips pouted, calling her mother with a sweet smile, and calling her wife solemnly and dotingly. So she couldn't hold on any longer, laughing and making trouble with the naughty father and daughter.
Became a ball.
Thinking of the warm scene, Meng Zirou couldn't help but have a smile on her face. Then she closed her eyes in pain and shook her head. Now the building is empty and the warmth and happiness of the past can no longer be found.
Apart from adding to the pain, what good can these do?
Thinking of the figures of Xianyu and the others, Meng Zirou simply packed up a few clothes and wanted to leave immediately, but unexpectedly turned around and returned to the living room.
A few pieces of white paper were scattered on the ground, which had been exposed to the sun for a long time and had become wrinkled and browned. Picking them up and brushing off the dust, Meng Zirou was surprised to find that there were bright and childish graffiti on them.
A woman was sitting on the ground crying, and there was a weeping little girl next to her. Meng Zirou didn't know what Tongtong meant, or even when she drew such a painting, so she turned it over in confusion, and a few lines of crooked words appeared.
The words appeared in front of my eyes: "Mom is crying, Tongtong is crying too, Dad, please stop kissing Mom!"
Meng Zirou suddenly felt a severe pain in her chest. The suffocating depression made her clutch her chest in pain, hold on to the wall, bend down, panting heavily, and almost fell down.
This was obviously something Tongtong secretly drew for Zhuang Yan after Meng Zirou was reborn from the ashes, but before she could send it out, she was left here. A five-year-old child, who couldn't even write "bully", had already seen it.
The adults were so sad and helpless that they even wrote to their father, hoping to get their parents back together.
——"God, why are you torturing me like this? My poor daughter, she is only five years old. She saw the helplessness of the world at a young age, endured the pain of separation, and in the end she was so miserable that even the chance of reincarnation was lost.
It’s all in vain! Such a kind and sensible child has become an object of contempt for the world just because he has a father who cultivates immortality and a mother who is a witch who has been reincarnated for countless lives. Is it fair?”
——"If God really has eyes, why don't you open them and see why you want to hurt such an innocent little girl."
Standing up angrily, Meng Zirou's eyes suddenly burst into determined flames.
——"What kind of heavenly principles and what kind of immortality are nothing more than a group of sanctimonious hypocrites who, under the guise of deceiving the world and stealing their reputation, do deeds that destroy humanity. One day, I will take revenge for my dead daughter and my lost family.
I want to wipe out the fairy world and let these guys with human faces and animal hearts die for everything I have lost. Tongtong, believe in mother!"
Carefully folding the pieces of paper in his hand and putting them into his pocket. After sorting out his mood, Meng Zirou took the chosen clothes and left.
Looking at the empty living room, Lu Xiao, who had been hiding in the dark, slowly walked out and sighed softly. Because he was worried about Meng Zirou coming back alone, he followed her all the way and protected her secretly.
Looking at her painful look just now, Lu Xiao knew that the damage to her soul had not been healed by the passage of time. A tiny touch would uncover the dust-covered scars and let the bloody memories impact Meng Zirou's fragile will again. This
When will this kind of harm end?
It seems that she really has to seize the time. Only by completing that thing can she completely get better------