Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

The first year of Taichu.

The catastrophe of heaven and earth was quelled by Ye Huang alone. All beings bow their heads and praise.

Demon Territory and Xizhou were unified, and the Imperial Palace was moved to Demon Palace on the day of the day, and all the subordinates reported together with the Demon Territory's cultivators.

The first two years.

In the magic palace garden.

"Little Maoqiu, don't run!"

A beautiful girl's voice sounded in the garden. She was wearing a red dress, chasing a hair ball, like a small butterfly flying in the flowers. It was the Tianchi Mountain Lingnian'er before.

The hair ball ran in the garden, the golden dull hair on top of his head trembled, and the golden back of his head looked like a small sun. As he ran, he suddenly encountered a lotus pond in front of him, and a pair of fleshy golden wings appeared behind him, and he wanted to leap over.

However, before he jumped up, he was grabbed by Nian'er with one hand, "Look where you are running. My brother told you to study at this time? Literate, but you were hanging out in the garden alone. I was caught, right?"

"I'm famous, Ye Sijun." Little Sun muttered, "Daddy took it for me."

Nian'er stretched out his hand and rubbed his head, "Where is Sijun's hairy ball easy to catch. Humph, don't change the subject, brother told you to read? Literacy, why do you want to run?"

Mao Qiu said: "I, I'm too sleepy, I just want to come out and blow the air."

Nian'er said with her hips akimbo: "I think you are fishing for three days and drying the net for two days! Follow me, I will take you back to study?"

Mao Qiu Junxiu's small face wrinkled, his eyeballs turned wildly, and suddenly he saw a person walking in the distance, and he said happily, "Daddy!"

Ye Yunlan was walking on the corridor, followed by several subjects and elders of the Demon Realm who were reporting to him.

He is dressed in a dungeon, with pure white hair falling like snow, and a silver crown on his head. His expression is cold and indifferent.

For a time, I could only hear the reports of the subjects and the elders of the Demon Realm, as well as the sound of their respective footsteps.

Because of this, Mao Qiu's "daddy" sound is particularly loud.

Little Sun fluttered his fleshy wings and flew towards where his father was. A few people beside Ye Yunlan were startled. A Ye Clan official looked at Mao Qiu in fear and said, "Your Majesty, be careful!"

When the hair ball turned into a phoenix shape, he could fly for nine days, but at this time he always flew crookedly when he was half a human body. For this reason, a lot of troubles have been caused in the magic palace.

But this time it didn't fly crookedly.

Ye Yunlan caught the flying little sun. It's because he has already stepped on the emptiness now, and he actually feels that the ball in his hand is quite heavy.

It seems that he shouldn't be fed like this? Multilingual Stone.

Thinking about this, Ye Yunlan spoke lightly.

"What's the matter."

Mao Qiu raised his eyes, and looked at his own expressionless face, puffed up his cheeks and said, "Daddy, I don't want to read?."

Ye Yunlan: "Why."

Mao Qiu: "The words on the book are so ugly, they look like crickets in the garden. I can't understand them."

Ye Yunlan: "If you don't understand, just learn?"

Mao Qiu wrinkled his face, "I, I don't want to learn?..."

However, his father is still very cold and ruthless, "Go to learn?"

Mao Qiu began to sway, "I just don't want to learn?. Unless...unless Daddy teaches me."

Daddy lowered his head.

The long silver eyelashes are drooping, like two flying butterfly wings.

Those golden pupils are cold and distant, as if no one's shadow is reflected?

Not an illusion.

Mao Qiu felt that his own and his father's most recent temperament were getting colder and colder.

This made him feel inexplicably scared.

So I don't want to read a book?.

I don't want to be literate either.

With so much time, it's better to pester daddy.

Otherwise, he was afraid that after a long time, his father would really turn into a block of ice and would never respond to him.

Ye Yunlan was silent for a moment, and waved his sleeves at the people nearby.

The people next to him knew his temperament very well, and soon bowed down.

He brought Maoqiu back to the study room and taught him to read.

Maoqiu's paw was very fleshy, so he held the fleshy paw and wrote stroke by stroke.

Many years ago, he did the same? Teaching Shen Shu literacy.

Mao Qiu is very happy, he has to concentrate on his studies.

When he finished studying, he even kissed him on the cheek while he was not paying attention.

Ye Yunlan expressionlessly threw him out of the bamboo building.

After closing the door, he stood alone for a while, then went to the back room to see the Demon Lord on the bed.

The devil slept very deeply.

It's been two years, and I haven't woken up once.

After he returned from the Ye Clan Immortal Boat, he placed the Demon Bone and Phoenix Bone beside Demon Venerable. Perhaps, he had a little hope in his heart, hoping that the Demon Venerable could absorb the power of the blood from the phoenix bone and achieve Nirvana like he did before.

He leaned on the Demon Lord's chest, routinely listened to the other's heartbeat, sensed the temperature transmitted by the divine fire, and introduced his own spiritual power into it.

I don't know if it is an illusion, he suddenly heard the sound of a beating heart.

Only one sound. As if he was hearing hallucinations?

He listened carefully again? However, there was still silence in the opponent's chest.

He was not disappointed.

In the past two years, similar auditory hallucinations have happened more than once.

Yomo missed it so much that it would be so.

He got up, trying to go out to get some breath.

It's just that the sky is dim and dark clouds are shrouded, as if it is going to rain.

Suddenly I saw a person standing not far away.

A man.

The person's hair was pale, his face was pale, and his sword was also pale, but the sword intent flowed turbulently.

It seems that there is hot emotion hidden in his eyes, on his sword, and in his heart.

Ye Yunlan paused, looked at the man, and spoke lightly.

"Mr Qiyun?"

Since he became the co-master of Xizhou and the Demon Realm, he has heard that King Qiyun retired from the position of Sect Master of Tianzong. Later, I heard from the subordinate to report that Jun Qiyun built a cave on a hill not far from the magic palace, and then occasionally met him around the magic palace.

But it was the first time this person broke into the magic palace and saw him.

Jun Qiyun stared at him and said dumbly: "Are you still? Waiting for him to wake up."

Since his arrival at Taxu, Ye Yunlan's emotions towards people who are not related to the world and his body have become weaker, and the fear of falling in the Buddha Tower has disappeared with him time after time.

So I just nodded lightly, and didn't want to talk more about it.

Jun Qiyun asked, "How long will you have to wait?"

Ye Yunlan: "Wait until he wakes up."

Qiyun Jundao: "He has been dead for many years, how can he wake up?"

Ye Yunlan: "I never thought he would wake up. I just hope that when he wakes up, the first thing he sees is me."

Qiyun Jundao: "You have been stunned. Don't you want to ascend?"

Ye Yunlan: "Don't you say? Isn't it your own? You are obsessed with things that have no results, entangled in endless thoughts, and can't get rid of yourself."

Qiyun Jundao: "This is my way."

Ye Yunlan: "I just said? Everything is my way."

After saying this, there was silence between the two.

They seemed to have only silence left a long time ago.

Ye Yunlan: "After all, the Devil's Palace is not a Heavenly Sect where you can come and go at will. If you are still here next time, I will draw my sword."

Jun Qiyun looked at him, as if something was about to break in his pale pupils, he asked suddenly.

"Could it be that if that piece of jade is broken, there is really no possibility between us?"

Ye Yunlan: "You obviously know the answer."

Jun Qiyun is gone.

Ye Yunlan walked alone in the magic palace garden.

It is the beginning of spring, when the rain is continuous.

The dark clouds covering the head gradually became lower, and the dull air around him became heavier.

Suddenly I felt a drop of rain on my cheek.

He looked up at the sky.

Then I wanted to find a shelter from the rain.

At this time, he was walking beside a lotus pond. There was a stone pavilion in the lotus pond, so he walked slowly into it.

Sitting on the stone table, I took out a few jars of wine from the storage ring, and decided by myself.

The wine is stuffed with peach blossoms, sweet and fragrant, which can dispel chest depression.

Outside the Shiting, the rain has already started.

The voice is pattering.

After a few glasses of wine were delivered to the mouth, he didn't use his spiritual power to dispel the alcoholic spirit, and soon he felt a little hot on his cheeks, and he felt dizzy and confused.

Suddenly remembered that between him and Demon Venerable, he had also been drinking and talking in this stone pavilion, indulging in willfulness.

It's already a year in the blink of an eye.

After a glass of wine, he was already very drunk.

The rain is getting bigger and bigger.

It was as if countless beads were rolling on a jade plate, knocking on his heart.

Amidst the confusion, he slowly fell asleep.

He had a dream.

There was an apricot tree in his dream, and he fell asleep in a wicker chair under the apricot tree.

Someone kissed his eyelashes tenderly.

He closed his eyes and pushed the other person and said? Don't make trouble.

The other said? Good.

The sun fell on his face. The surroundings are quiet and peaceful.

It seems like this can be done in a lifetime?

When I woke up, the rain had stopped.

The sky light broke through the clouds, shone into the stone pavilion, and hit his face, causing his eyelashes to blink, making him unable to open his eyes for a while.

Then suddenly I felt someone leaning down.

Warm chest pressed against his back.

He froze.

I feel the breath of the people behind it is so familiar.

Familiarly seems like an illusion.

The voice of Mozun with a smile rang in his ears.

"Master, you are awake."

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