"Master, don't look at it." Xuanyuan hugged her and said softly, feeling distressed and pitiful. He didn't know how to soothe the pain in her heart. He could only open Hailan's hand. The palm of his hand was already scarred. Every time he saw these scenes,
, Hailan couldn't help but clench her fists. The old wounds had not healed, but new ones were added. She did not heal them, and the palms of her hands were covered with hideous scars.
She wants to remember the pain she has suffered over the years.
The physical pain, even if it reaches the extreme, is not one percent of the pain in the soul.
"Xuanyuan, have you noticed? These scenes are becoming more and more frequent." Hai Lan heard her cold voice. She didn't know when these scenes started to flash in front of her eyes. They appeared once every few months and lasted for a whole day.
century.
Recently, it has appeared almost every few days, and the frequency has become more frequent. Hailan knows that her trust in Jun Wuhen is in danger and is about to be broken. The resentment in her heart is approaching the spirit of resentment.
When the resentment completely turned into a grudge, these scenes would appear every day, and they would appear over and over again, constantly tormenting her heart.
She told herself at first that she must trust Jun Wuhen, no matter what she saw, she must trust him.
But for a hundred years, the news was blocked, and she was trapped here alone, lonely, scarred, and had to endure this kind of mental torture. How much love can withstand the test of a hundred years.
How much trust can never waver despite being hurt again and again? She is not the Virgin Mary, who can tolerate everything.
She was forced to have no choice but to live in exile.
She didn't have much, but she gave him all she had left. Now trust is shattered and love is in jeopardy. She knows full well that the resentment and hatred in her heart are deep-rooted and cannot be shaken.
She had nothing left but this full of resentment and hatred, and she kept giving him everything she had left. In the past, it was love, pity, and trust. Now, she wanted to give him all her resentment and hatred.
Xuanyuan knew her pain, so he just held her, gently stroked her long hair, like a lover, whispered softly, and tried his best to soothe the pain in his master's heart, just a little bit.
What he fears most is that he cannot give any comfort at all.
"Xuanyuan, if I also become a resentful spirit, will you hate me?"
"No!" Xuanyuan said: "The master is here, Xuanyuan is here, the master is not here, Xuanyuan is not here, this is Xuanyuan's promise to the master."
He knew very well that she was afraid of the word eternity, so Xuanyuan made another promise to her. The sword will last for life and the sword will destroy every man. This was his most loyal promise and the only thing she could trust.
"Okay." Hailan said, if even Xuanyuan couldn't believe it, she would be completely ruined.
No matter how sworn love is, it cannot stand the test of time. He was sealed for a thousand years because there was no Nishang around him. Nishang was his confidante. It is not difficult to fall in love with his confidante, isn't it?
Nishang loved him so much that she risked everything and pursued him passionately. Which man could withstand such temptation?
The goddess has a heart, Prince Xiang has a dream, they hit it off immediately, and they are endlessly lingering. What man wouldn't want to be such a couple of gods and goddesses, accompanied by a beautiful woman?
Jun Wuhen, do you still remember Hailan?
I'm afraid I forgot everything.
If he remembered, how could he play the piano for her and watch her dance gracefully?
The sweetness between her and him used to be replaced by colorful clothes.
"Xuanyuan, where has Jun Wuhen, who once devoted everything for me, gone?" Hailan asked sadly, his shoulders trembling, and Xuanyuan had already noticed a feeling of moisture on his shoulders.
she cried.
His master is strong and cried for the first time in this century.
There was a thick layer of sadness covering her body, which had penetrated deep into her bones.
The sadness of being betrayed, abandoned, and let down took away her usual pride. In the face of love, no matter how proud a woman is, she will be vulnerable. What is in his arms now is not the goddess of lotus, but a woman who is in love.
Injured, painful and desperate girl.
He wanted to protect her with all his strength and never look at this sad scene again. He wanted to say that Xuanyuan will always be with you, and it doesn't matter if you lose Jun Wuhen. Or maybe, she will meet a better man in the future.
He wanted to say a lot, but in the end he just held her and comforted her silently.
He loves her the most, but it's not love.
But he really didn't know where the Jun Wuhen she loved had gone.
Xuanyuan carried Hailan back to the room, and was suddenly hit by a strong force. Xuanyuan calmly backed away holding Hailan, and saw a monster with a dragon head, a phoenix body, and snake scales roaring out. Its red eyes were as thick as blood, and the two
People were slightly surprised. Isn't this the statue of a mythical beast in the second room?
"Hey, I'm hungry!" His voice was lazy and charming, with a vague arrogance that looked down on the world and despised the common people. In this abyss of hell, there were all kinds of ghosts and ghosts, and Hai Lan was used to it.
But, the first sentence says, he is hungry, what does that mean?
"Who are you?" Hai Lan's voice was like a knife, directed towards the divine beast. He had not moved for a hundred years, and on the day she completely conquered the resentful spirit, he suddenly said that he was hungry.
Could it be that he would eat her after she cultivated and became stronger? This would be too whimsical.
But then I thought about it, the creatures in the hell abyss don't know how long they have lived, and their power must not be underestimated. This mythical beast looks very extraordinary.
"Little girl, you'd better be polite." The man smiled lazily, his huge body hovering over the hall. Hai Lan hated looking up at the figure, so he flew up and stood in mid-air, while the four resentful spirits ran over.
"Hai Lan, that is the judge of the abyss of hell."
"What does this mean?" Hai Lan was puzzled.
"He is the judge of the entire hell abyss. Follow him and the next nine hundred years will be easier for you."
The judge raised his head proudly and once again gave a condescending order, "I'm hungry, Hailan. Go and catch four creatures in the Wraith Forest, and catch one creature in the Wraith Valley to satisfy my hunger."
"Catch yourself when you're hungry." Hailan coldly refused. She went to the Wraith Forest and Valley to catch creatures. Wouldn't she be beaten to death? The creatures there were different from the Wraiths.
"How annoying!" The judge flicked his tail and threw Hailan directly into the deep forest of resentful spirits. A white shadow streaked across the sky and fell straight into the forest of resentful spirits.