Half-Tried Deity

Chapter Two Hundred and Fifty Six

Dream or reality

Thinking of Nine Girls, Qi Huan had to remember the words Nine Girls asked her to tell her when she came back from the Demon Realm. ＊

Qi Huan didn't have much interest in Wiqueo's confession of gods, since she had promised Nine Girls to seal the place of meditation and release her two souls and seven souls, Qi Huan would naturally do it.

In fact, it doesn't matter who enshrines the gods, but that person definitely cannot be the first god.

When she and Mo Ye came to the Wuya Seaside, Thunder Lord and Thunder God, Xiao Yin, Tian Kui, Pluto and even Long Yin were waiting there.

"Uncle Lei, it's been a long time." Seeing Thor, Qi Huan stepped forward to say hello, polite but not enthusiastic.

Lei Shen nodded. Some things can't be undone if they happen. The relationship between him and Qi Huan can never be restored to the original time, and he has never expected it.

"You have to be careful, Minghuo and the First God General have already entered." Pluto urged Mo Ye on the side. Although Mo Ye has never regarded him as an elder, he is the only son of his sister after all. do not worry.

In the land of confession, it is not that there are many people to win, and the road there needs to be walked by yourself. Only Xiao Yin, Tian Kui and Pluto had the right to enter in the court, but they would probably never get out.

The three of them all have their own nostalgia, why bother to go in and die. And Qi Huan must go through this experience, waiting for these years, not just for today.

Watching the two walk into the land of Fengchan, they all stood on the shore of the endless sea, and now they can only wait.

Qi Huan found that it was completely different from what she had imagined after entering the land of the meditation. She seemed to be taken to an independent space, and there was pitch black everywhere. The hand that had just been closely held with Mo Ye now touched everything. Not.

It is indeed a place of ascension to the gods, what happened here has already surprised Qi Huan's heart. She didn't know how long she stood in the dark. From the depression at the beginning to the relaxation at the back, Qi Huan seemed to like this dark atmosphere more and more.

At the moment when she relaxed, a white light flashed, Qi Huan sat up abruptly, and suddenly found herself lying on the soft double bed with the white sheets on the bed, comic books scattered on the floor, and on the side table. All of her computers tell Qi Huan that this is the place where she lived in the first eighteen years of her life.

Is it a dream? Qi Huan squeezed her face hard, and couldn't help baring her teeth.

Bang, bang, knocking on the door, Qi Huan tilted his head to look at the window. Although the blue curtains blocked the light from outside, it was clear that it was not morning.

"Xiao Huan, don't sleep, get up quickly." The gentle and steady voice was so familiar, and it made her feel at ease.

As if his body was uncontrollable, he kicked off the quilt, stepped on a pair of slippers with tiger heads, stepped on many obstacles on the ground and walked to the bedroom door.

Opening the door, the young man outside the door was full of gentle smiles on Jun's face, "Xiao Huan, did you stay up late again?" Slender fingers touched the top of her head and combed her loose hair with his hands.

Qi Huan looked at the people outside the door and didn't know how to react. This is a dream, or what I just had is a dream, Qi Huan can't distinguish between reality and dream.

Moreover, the more she thought about it, the faster she realized that she had forgotten. In the end, there was only a flash of sword light in her mind, but she couldn't remember who issued the sword light.

Did she forget her dream?

The man outside looked at Qi Huan without speaking, and squeezed her face with some confusion, "Xiao Huan, don't be in a daze, go downstairs for breakfast, and have your favorite cookies."

"Obviously, what time do you get up for the baking?" Qi Huan asked subconsciously, subconsciously calling out the nickname that seemed very strange, but he was very familiar.

"Not long ago." The man took her by the hand and took her to the bathroom next door, squeezed her toothpaste for her to wash, and then went to the kitchen to bring breakfast to the table.

Standing in front of the bright mirror in the bathroom, Qi Huan still did not slow down. This feeling is too unreal.

"Xiao Huan, let's go to the department store after eating." The man sat opposite Qi Huan, eating gracefully, occasionally looking up at her with gentleness.

"What are you doing?" Qi Huan nibbled the pancakes on the plate and curled up his red lips contentedly. It's been a long time since he had such a delicious cake... Long time? But obviously she only ate it yesterday.

Qi Huan was a little strange, why did he have this idea?

"Have you forgotten? Tomorrow is your twentieth birthday."

Qi Huan was stunned by the man's words. She was twenty years old, is she already twenty? No, she remembers she was eighteen...what happened when she was eighteen? What happened?

Frowning, no matter what the memories are, there is always a blank in my mind. She seems to have forgotten something very important, something must have happened when she was eighteen.

"Why? Where is it uncomfortable?" The man walked up to Qi Huan intimately, looked at her with some worry, and an inexplicable emotion flashed in his eyes.

"I...I...No, no, no, no, no!" Qi Huan jumped away from the man as if frightened, and his little head kept shaking, "No, you are not him, wrong." It shouldn't be him, that person not him. Obviously I don't remember anything, but I still can't forget those eyes. Those blood-red pupils are full of coldness, killing, cruelty, deep love and concern for her. The owner of those eyes is not the man in front of them.

Qi Huan's words made the man's eyes a little bleak, and the memory was obviously sealed, but she still couldn't accept it, even if she returned to the place where she first met and skipped the eighteenth year, she still couldn't accept him.

There is no more chance...

The space between the two of them slowly shattered into pieces, still in pitch black, but in front of Qi Huan there was a man whose whole body was surrounded by scarlet flames.

"You..." It's not surprising to meet Qi Huan under the fire, did he do those things on purpose? Thinking of this, Qi Huan frowned unconsciously.

"Xiao Huan, don't be angry, I will never come to pester you again." The voice was gentle as before. He gambled with his life, but he lost. He didn’t come here for the purpose of conferring the gods. He just heard that the land of confinement can change destiny. He deliberately wanted to use his millions of years of life for another opportunity, but unfortunately...

A red spot of light rose from under his feet and slowly filled the entire dark space. In the red light in the sky, Minghuo's figure became more and more blurred.

Qi Huan looked at the fading dark fire, and there was a faint pain in her heart. She knew that this time, she would really never see him again.

After the dark fire disappeared, the darkness Qi Huan was in also disappeared, but she still didn't come back, touching her face, getting wet. The two of them couldn't say who was right and who was wrong, but they met at an inappropriate time, nothing more.

Qi Huan's figure reappeared in a strange and familiar place. It was the Qingyun school. It was a long time since she came back. She almost thought she had forgotten it. But when she came back here, she saw the familiar palaces on the top of the mountain. , It is not that you will forget if you disappear.

Here, Qi Huan was unable to resist, and the memory was not erased this time, she just repeated everything she had experienced once again.

All the way to the fairy world, she committed suicide in front of the Thunder God Tower. The six paths collapsed and countless immortals were destroyed because of her. A voice rang from her mind, "Do you regret it?"

Do you regret it?

Do you regret it?

Do you regret it?

Experience it again, knowing that Mo Ye was not dead at that time, but she was still desperate, regretting it? No! Perhaps, she is a selfish woman in her bones. She doesn't want the common people, not for the six realms, her life is only for a man.

"I'll give you another chance. As long as you regret it and you have changed, you are the Lord of the Six Paths." The voice sounded again, irresistible.

"What about him?" Time didn't stop, so Qi Huan was able to see the despair after Mo Ye arrived after her death.

"You are the Lord of the Six Paths~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and you cannot be with him."

"I don't regret it." There was no hesitation in this answer. What she wanted was never to control the six realms.

"Hey!" A sigh sounded, and the scenery in front of Qi Huan disappeared completely, and the memory was over.

After this sigh, Qi Huan felt as if his body had been subjected to a violent impact, and his eyes suddenly went dark, completely losing consciousness.

"Xing Kongzi, don't block me, get out of the way."

"Why should I leave, this is my apprentice!" The voice of dissatisfaction sounded immediately.

"This is still my disciple!" With a bang, it was the sound of the fist touching the flesh, followed by a bleak scream. It shouldn't be the voice of the master, I don't know who is so pitiful, and the master is used as a backstop.

Qi Huan, who was still in the dark, suddenly heard a familiar voice, tried to open his eyes hard, but could do nothing. But the subtle conversations of people around him can still reach her ears.

"Why isn't Huanzi still awake? You said that the old man is really true, slap Xiao Huan like this. Master, you should go and avenge Xiao Huan!" This was Xu Kongzi's voice.

"Ahem, I leave you such a good opportunity for the teacher." Some voices of guilty conscience sounded, this is the voice of the master, Qi Huan can vaguely distinguish.

"Brother, would you like to drink some Qiong Yulu for Huanzi? That old man made a pot for me when he lost to me the day before." This was the voice of Uncle Xuyangzi.

"Didn't you say that Qiong Yulu has been drunk?!" The master was furious.

"But there were only a few drops left yesterday, cough cough, master, don't choke my neck, master and brother all have a share..."

Listening to their conversation, Qi Huan suddenly felt a sense of extreme depression. Haven't all the elders of the teacher's school been suppressed in the land of confinement? But listening to them, it seems that I have a very comfortable life in small days. Did I hear it?