After the fake death, the big bosses rushed to treat me as a widow

Chapter 105

The snow in Wushuliuhuayuan stopped, and the last piece of snow, together with the petals, fell gently into the room from the window, and landed on the closed eyebrows of the dead.

Rong Qiu said: "It won't be like this, death is not in this karma, Phoenix will not die so easily. According to his temperament, he wants me to worry, I have already come."

He even smiled at Lan Xing when he had time: "That's what he did before."

Rong Qiu bent down and sealed Rong Yi's wound and heart veins with mana, then took his cold hand and gently pulled out the sword.

His movements are very light, with the gentle and familiar temperament that Rong Yi is most attached to.

The blood was slightly warm, following this delicate movement, it slowly splashed out from the wound, the bright red blood stained his silver hair, and flowed along his handsome and extraordinary face, lowered, dyed his everlasting gentle smile A kind of almost weird look.

Rong Yi will not die, because this is not in his plan, everything is under his control.

He gently coaxed: "Little Phoenix, I'm here, don't get angry, okay?"

He embraced him lightly, just like in Fenghuang Township, Rong Yi leaned her head on his shoulder, but this time Rong Yi didn't open his beautiful eyes to look at him, his head drooped softly, the whole The portrait is like a fish that cannot be caught, almost leaving his arms.

Rong Qiu immediately adjusted his posture and hugged him, but the smile on his face had already shown slight cracks.

The doubt and bewilderment in his eyes became heavier and heavier.

Lan Xing couldn't help shouting: "Are you crazy! He's dead!"

Lan Xing kept sneering, and tried to push Rong Qiu away, but Rong Qiu didn't move.

Rong Qiu has half head of silver hair, half head of blood, the purple light in his eyes is like flowing clouds, his whole face is like a puppet mask made of blood, the sense of weirdness and separation is getting stronger and stronger.

He held Rong Yi and stood up, his voice was still gentle and calm, with a gentle smile: "I will take him to find the pharmacist, Phoenix will not die, one is that there is destiny by his side, and the other is that if he does not want to die, Phoenix will die." Nirvana Nirvana, I can..."

"He is gone!" Lan Xing yelled again, his hands trembling, and there was a scorching spar hidden inside, and a red gold line in the center of the spar was as calm as the wind.His expression couldn't tell whether he was laughing or crying, "He's dead, and there's nothing left. After all we robbed him, he left nothing behind. He's dead, he's dead..."

As if Rong Qiu had never heard of it, he held Rong Yi's body in his arms, pushed the door and walked out.

But what he didn't expect was that with this movement, more and more blood rolled down, faster and faster, more and more, tick-tock along the corner of his clothes, and the snow in Wushuliuhuayuan It was also dyed red, and a bright red puddle soon formed where the footprints fell.

"Wait, I'm sorry, it's because I moved too hard, does it hurt?"

Rong Qiu hurriedly stopped, knelt down on the ground, put the person in his arms back, let him lean in his arms, Rong Yi's face was bloodless, cold sweat gradually broke out in Rong Qiu's palms, but still smiling.

The spell didn't work, the wound Xuan Lian pierced was bleeding continuously, he changed several spells in a row, but couldn't stop the bleeding, finally he panted slightly and said: "You keep bleeding, let's go first To find the pharmacist, you should go to the pharmacist first, he has recently passed the test, Xiao Fenghuang, I will take you to find the pharmacist, the pain will soon be gone."

The person in his arms was silent and did not answer his words.

Rong Qiu picked him up again, but the cold sweat on his palms grew more and more.

He couldn't tell where this deepening feeling of bewilderment and powerlessness was, and what caused it, maybe he had never seen Rong Yi like this before, he saw him falling asleep, no matter what he did Dream, happy or sad, that beautiful bright face always has some cute little expressions, as if it will suddenly open in the next second, and then look at it curiously and slightly embarrassed.

His heart was beating fast, and it was the first time he felt that he still had this organ; Rong Qiu took a few steps outside, and suddenly felt the wind and snow in Wushuliuhuayuan became stronger, and the wind brushed his long hair, The blood on his face had dried up slightly.

Something is getting lighter and lighter, slipping away from his hand, brushing against his palm softly and fluffy, it is the sound of pages being turned, and the sound of tiny feathers blowing away.

Rong Yi is disappearing, the sleeping little phoenix in his arms is slowly dissipating, turning into feathers, scattered in the wind, like a dandelion blown by the wind, like snow dispersed into mist, he has become very light, easily Qiu exerted force with his fingertips, and his veins bulged, but he couldn't hold him no matter what. At the same time, he felt his body became lighter.

The feathers were scattered and the snow was blown away. He tried in vain to catch the wind, but he only held a tiny feather.Red-gold, downy feathers that he once combed carefully with his fingers.

There was a crisp "click", and something slowly fell to the ground.

Everyone didn't react, and neither did Rong Qiu himself.

He looked down at the thing that had fallen on the ground—it had fallen from himself, dark and ferocious, and had locked his lutes firmly since the first day he was conscious.

It is a chain.

causal chain.

"The causal chain...is broken?"

He grabbed it abruptly, and looked down at his neck—the scars left by the chains were healing rapidly, and within a short while, there would be a clean spot, with no traces visible.

At the same time, he felt a slight heat in his eyes, as if something had pierced into his eyes suddenly.

He can suddenly see the cause and effect in himself, the inextricably linked, connected with this world, with all the people he knows or doesn't know, is a thin golden thread, the longest and thickest thread, connected to the wind. The last red-gold feather in the

"The chain of cause and effect is broken, and the eye of fate is opened."

He suddenly heard a voice, the voice he had heard in Brahma Mingwang Palace, with boundless majesty, "You, Xiangli Feilu, and Lan Xing, the most important karma in this life is all tied to Mingxing."

"As for you and him, the relationship is the deepest and the obsession is the heaviest."

"You have been looking for the cause and effect chain for so long, and now you can know. The cause and effect chain is connected to Rong Yi. When Rong Yi dies, the cause is decisive."

"From now on, you have no fate with him."

"Do not……"

Rong Qiu stared blankly at the golden causal line in front of him, through which he saw all the past.

He saw himself waking up in the Kunlun Abyss, still a mass of black magic mist, shapeless and emotionless.

The golden thread spread all the way to the sky, and at the end of the sky, there was a boy in a pink shirt sitting on the top of a tree.

That boy was also the only thing he could see in the abyss of the boundless demon realm.

That young man was very beautiful, with a stunning appearance, and he was rich in gold and jade, but for some reason, he didn't look very happy.

It turned out that the stern master who loved him so much had died. His master was called Peacock, and he had a pair of dark purple eyes.

It's easy to handle, but it's just a pair of predestined eyes, isn't it?

He then gave birth to a pair of dark purple eyes.

The pretty boy didn't like many things, and he always seemed unhappy, so he looked forward and saw more people and things that made him happy.

The fragrance of flowers from the five trees and six flowers, peeled into a lotus-like essence, and the warm touch of Brahma and Yuntian blowing through him.

A mother's hand, a father's gesture, a little friend's habits.

So with him, he is everything and everyone he likes.

He will like him, the bond between them is getting deeper and deeper, he, like those he imitated, was born in this world to love him.

He met him and named him.He used his given name, knowing that it was as it should be.

—But, what went wrong?

——Rong Yi died.

——Rong Yi died, there was a problem with cause and effect, what would he use to make up for it?His life?

The smile on Rong Qiu's face disappeared.

The next moment, the mana in his hand exploded, pressing down on him forcefully!

With infinite power, this dharma pierced a big hole in his body, and half of his flesh and bones were dissipated in the wind. It was extremely bloody and terrifying, but a cloud of black mist surged from the wound, and healed the injury abruptly.

"No...no..." Rong Qiu cast several spells again, one more violent and one more terrifying, but still unable to cause any trauma to his own body.

He murmured, "What should I do? Should I supply him? Like the monk thought?"

He suddenly turned his head to look for those feathers, but when he looked back, Wushuliuhuayuan was covered with snow, where was the shadow of the feathers?

"No, no, no..."

Rong Qiu stood up and murmured slowly, his expression was still calm and rational, but he was showing a bit of nervousness and madness, he was no longer the gentle and divine gentleman he used to be, "No, it shouldn't be like this, I have a fate with him The heaviest, it shouldn't be like this..."

"It's not anymore." Buddha said.

Rong Qiu raised his head and looked at him blankly, the doubts in his eyes deepened, as if he couldn't understand what he said.

Suddenly, he flew away, and disappeared in the boundless snow in a blink of an eye.

Behind the Buddha Dharma, the top ten enlightened kings of Brahma are on the side.

King Jundali Daming looked after Rong Qiu and said, "He left. Do you want to find him?"

"No need, he's already gone crazy." Daming King Jiang III lowered his voice, "We are here today to wait for the return of the Dharma."

Xiangli Feilu saw Wushu Liuhuayuan for the first time.

This area is huge and isolated from the rest of the God Realm. He had heard Rong Yi talk about many things here before, such as the towering Bodhi tree, the tiny dragon, the ever-flowing spring, and the resplendent Phoenix Palace.

In his description, Wushuliuhuayuan is fun and lively, but now it looks like there are only mountains, rivers, vegetation, and even wind and snow have to be transformed by magic power. At first glance, there is only boundless white, a piece of white.

Desolate and lonely.

His little phoenix grew up in the sky, hadn't seen other people, and didn't have many people to talk to.

Rong Yi said at that time: "The world is not bad, but it's a little worse than my Five Trees and Six Flowers Plain."

Rong Yi asked him at that time: "Where is your main hall going to be built? Do you want to build it near my Five Trees and Six Flowers Garden, so that we can visit from time to time."

He used to dream of this place occasionally, in the dream he didn't miss anything, everything was just right, Jiang Guo was safe, and he ascended to the upper realm, married him, walked through the Five Trees and Six Flowers Garden and Brahma Twelve Kings Palace, happy and unrestrained comfortable.

He came straight from Tianmen, still panting slightly; he hadn't been here before, but went straight to the Phoenix Hall, his footsteps getting faster and faster.

His movements brought up some fine snowflakes, a light red-gold feather, which gently stuck to the corner of his clothes, and then fell down again.

"Where is Ming Xing?" Xiangli Feilu's voice was tense, he pushed open the door, and saw Lan Xing half kneeling on the ground, with blood all over the floor.

Lan Xing laughed heavily: "Dead."

Xiangli Feilu leaned over and picked up his collar, and pressed him firmly against the bedside: "Let me ask you, where is Rongyi?"

"He's dead." His movements were heavy, and Lan Xing was hit so hard that he vomited a mouthful of blood. His face was extremely pale and weak, but he hooked the corners of his mouth, showing a mocking smile, "In the end, Xiangli Feilu, you I lost. You are even worse, you haven't even seen him for the last time."

Xiangli Feilu took a deep breath, looked around, he saw the Xuanlian sword beside the bed, and the blood soaking most of the bed.

"You're late." Lan Xing said slowly, "That demon... walked away a step earlier. He committed suicide, so use... this sword."

"I told you to keep an eye on him." Xiangli Feilu said, his voice was deep, but everyone could hear the abnormal turbulence in his voice, but it was not anger and accusation, but some kind of... collapse .

"I'll put him right into your hands."

"He said he came here to give you a New Year's greeting. Just a few days."

"Why," Xianglifei Lu paused, took a deep breath, his brows were frowned in pain, and his words trembled, "Didn't you value him?"

"I don't want anything, as long as he is safe, why?"

When Jiang Guoqing saw him in the other courtyard, he was still waiting for his next visit, but he didn't expect it to be Yongjue.

Xiangli Feilu stood on the spot, his whole body seemed to be about to fall apart, with endless collapse and exhaustion everywhere, and a kind of pain, like a silk thread being pulled from his internal organs through a silver needle.

"Everyone, let's leave when it's time, this is what Mingxing wants."

The old Xiaolong who had just tipped off the news swam in, looked at the two of them, and then at the entire huge Phoenix Palace: "I'm afraid this place will be closed in the future. Such a big place of five trees and six flowers...Ming Xing's things, He didn't take it away, you can take a look at it, if there is anything you like that you want to keep and think about, just take it away."

The old little dragon was methodical and slow: "Before Ming left, I asked him if there was anything he wanted to say or leave, and he said no. There is nothing to leave for anyone."