The remote mansion is like a layer of light golden sunshine, so quiet and peaceful.

Yingmeng stood in the mansion, staring at a door in a daze. Feeling the air flowing in the air, she knew that the people inside were coming out and everything was about to end.

It's so funny. She clearly made up her mind, why did she feel a little lost when this moment comes?

It’s not because of yourself, but another person. This feeling is very bad, just like a little bug eroding your flesh and blood. It’s either painful or uncomfortable.

She looked outside. The trees were green and the flowers were red, and the leaves were flying, and the fire of life continued to survive.

What a quiet and peaceful place. Now I am leaving and returning to the tiger's den. Everything seems to be over.

Once someone told her that when it was covered with ice and snow, they would burn it all, and the ice and snow melted and the flowers would bloom. But no one had ever told her that if the ice and snow burned out and found a deeper layer of ice below, what should she do?

After a while, the door behind her opened.

The air contains the pressure of the avenue.

It is the familiar, solemn and solemn aura.

All this reminded her over and over again that she was back.

Yingmeng looked at the figure in white clothes like the moon, her eyes narrowed slightly with a little dark light. "The poison has been solved."

Xi Xin next to him raised his eyebrows. "Breakthrough." In other words, your obsession was shaken.

Xian Qing walked out slowly, her eyes fell on Ying Meng, paused for two seconds, and turned to Xi Xin and said, "Go out, there is nothing you have to do here."

Xi Xin muttered softly, "Don't throw it away after using it." He also knew that he shouldn't stay at this time, so he looked at the two people in the yard and turned around and left. The last way must be chosen by them.

Soon, Yingmeng and Xian Qing were left in the huge courtyard, which seemed a little empty. "Sir Immortal Lord." The young girl's voice was as cold as a clear lake, revealing a hint of coolness. "It's time to go back."

This was the first time Xian Qing Moran's eyes were so sharp in front of her, and the cold air was aimed at her. "Yes, it's over. When we meet again, it's the enemy." He blinked, and his eyes met Yingmeng's dark and strange gaze.

Yingmeng pulled the corner of her mouth and glanced at the cold-hearted immortal king who was rumored to be cold and lonely, and knew his choice. Suddenly she wanted to laugh a little, right, they were both crazy people. Why both of them torture each other?

Ying Meng smiled carelessly, her tone was cold and cold. "It's not over yet, do you hope you won't end?" She didn't know what kind of mood she said.

"Hope often goes against reality." Xian Qing blinked her eyelashes, as if a snowflake fell quietly. Then he slowly curled the corners of his lips, smiled, and said calmly. "You must have something to say to me, right? If you don't say it, there will be no chance."

"Ask for the last time. Would you like to stay with me?" Yingmeng smiled at her, with a bit of obedient and quiet smile. "Don't go back to the fairy world."

Then, follow me, I will accompany you whatever you want."

After Xian Qing held it with one hand, he was a lonely and arrogant person, and his character was incompatible with this world.

He stared at her silently, his pupils shrank slightly, his eyes quickly faded again, and there was a cool breeze and snow deep in his eyes, but it was hidden very well. He took out something from his sleeve and handed it to Yingmeng silently and solemnly, with an extremely serious expression. "If it were you, what would you choose?"

Yingmeng took a look and his hands hanging beside him tightened unconsciously. It was a token with a white face engraved on it. It was just different from the one she had in the fairy world before. The color of this brand did not have any division of cultivation, but the division of power.

Seeing Yingmeng did not immediately reach out to take it, Xian Qing chuckled softly, very strong, and could not refuse to put such a thing in the girl's hand. "I can give you the power only under me. But if you let you put down your current identity and return to the fairy world with me, and be Xian Qing's Bai Yan, would you like?"

Ying Meng took a step back, rubbed the token with her fingertips, and pursed her lips tightly. For a moment, a sense of helplessness swept across her body.

Finally, a calm smile appeared on the corner of her lips.

They are also staying together, but the only compromise person has changed. It is great to change the identity of variables and be content with oneself! But in this way, her wings will be gradually eliminated, and in the end she will be a trumpet flower without identity. Is she still her like this?

She said she could accompany him in everything, but when she asked her to give up something, she found that she could not do it, so what qualifications did she have to ask him to sacrifice?

She had the answer.

Compromise and being compromised, whoever gives up first, who loses what for whom.

I should have known that none of them is willing to give up. But why do you still have that glimmer of hope to try it?

The two of them are the same type of people, after all, she was taught by him. Both of them are strong people, neither willing to compromise or bow their heads to each other. Everyone has their own ideas, and no one is willing to be the sacrificed person. She doesn't want to, he doesn't want to.

This is also good. In fact, it is enough to have an intersection with someone in the most beautiful years. Once the days formed by illusory structures are touched by reality, they will become in ruins. It is better to keep the beauty of memories.

Yingmeng smiled, and at the same time brought a return of reason. She smiled carelessly, and her tone was filled with indifferent casualness. She handed the token back to Xuanqing. "Sir Immortal Lord, you know my choice."

Xian Qing looked at the calm eyes and felt a vague premonition in his heart, as if he had lost something. He tried hard to suppress those inexplicable emotions, which was a little painful.

His breathing became a little heavier, his expression was dull, but his eyes raised waves like a stone falling into the water. "Please accept it. After all, it is the last gift."

Ying Meng's lips curled up a smile of extreme wanton smile, a hint of mockery and helplessness flashed in her eyes, and finally only a cold calculation was left. She put away the token. The second in command of the Northern Immortal Realm, the token can be used for a lot of space. "Of course I know. When you meet again, you should only give me one arrow to the heart. And I will give you a piece of corpse.

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Xian Qing looked at Ying Meng's clean and pure eyes. She showed that she was so gentle, pure and innocent, just like before. Unfortunately, now this is just a disguise.

She was no longer the pure and flawless child he picked up, with a light in his eyes.

His fingers hanging down beside him were clenched, and he was right. He didn't believe that Yingmeng could survive that hint. When he met again, it would be just a delicate disguise.

He hoped that after experiencing their common memories, there would be a trace of... a trace of different possibilities... but he forgot that fate cannot be overcome.

His pupils shrank slightly, and he was a little frightened for no reason. He gave her a chance to run away, but she had no choice, so there was only a plan between them.

The bond with her was so comfortable and unrestrained that he was about to forget that he was a puppet struggling with hatred, a ghost destined to walk alone in the abyss. Destiny turned out to be a moody ocean.

Xian Qing's heart gradually became cold, and the light smile disguised in her eyes gradually disappeared. It was time to break it, but she couldn't even have it, so let's break it completely.

At least he had met her in a furious and angry horse, drinking drunken wine with her, passing through the fragrance and sparse shadows of flowers, and playing chess with people's hearts as their own.

He would not be sad when he thought that this child who smiled like sunshine would disappear.

The distance between them is already separated from the end of the world and the abyss. He is the noble immortal king, she is the devil who fell into the abyss, that's all.

Xian Qing pulled a sarcastic smile from the corner of her mouth. "Can you hug it? Little guy."

Yingmeng was stunned for a moment, and was quiet for a few seconds. Little guy, how long ago did he call him? It’s so familiar!

"good."

"Thanks."

Ying Meng took a step forward and hugged Xian Qing.

The beautiful white jaw of the chin green arc was gently placed on the girl's shoulders. Goodbye, my white face. By goodbye, she should have become the perfect pawn.

This is the last hug. But this hug represents too much and not pure.

Chaos, absurd emotions burned out under this embrace, and all that was left was a dead cold silence.

Draw a line and meet again, it's just an enemy, right?

Xian Qing kissed Ying Meng's eyebrows, her eyes were full of complexity and her face was deeply entangled.

Three volumes of the Book of Heaven: A life that is so hard that it can go against the will of heaven, and only a handful of people can change their fate. It is obvious that it can be calculated, so why not avoid it? He used to think that he was extremely stupid and did not even have the interest in thinking. Now it seems... maybe he doesn't understand.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and seemed to have made up some decision. He looked around and seemed to be sure that there was no one else.

He approached Yingmeng's ear and whispered in a low voice and quickly said, "The World Honored One will lie."
Chapter completed!