Liu Shuang raised her hand, forcibly condensing her immortal power, and tried to take out a drop of blood from her eyebrows.

The two are Taoist lovers, and their souls are fused together. Now they have to separate their souls, and the pain of taking their blood and souls is no less than the separation of their souls. The process is slow and painful.

Yan Chaosheng watched Liu Shuang's movements coldly. He knew that she had always been afraid of pain. He thought that she couldn't bear the pain, which was like a muscle cramp, and sooner or later she would give up, along with the idea of ​​releasing the spirit. But even though Liu Shuang was in pain all over her body

Cold sweat broke out, his lips turned white, but he still didn't say a word. He didn't even ask him for help.

In his memory, she was soft and dependent on him. Now that she was in such pain, she actually left him in order to break up with him. A fire surged in Yan Chaosheng's heart that even he could not control. He held her wrist and was about to say

What.

Liu Shuang turned away and said hoarsely: "You don't need Yaojun's help, I can do it."

He stopped what he was about to say and sneered: "Okay."

The vastness of the world means that falling in love never costs anything, but separation requires a heavy price.

Liu Shuang wanted to remember this kind of pain, and what would happen if you fell in love with the wrong person.

Finally, a drop of blood was taken out from her forehead.

The blood was produced by Yan Chao, and it was extremely violent in the sea of ​​​​blood. The blood condensed in her palms, and inside she could vaguely see the prototype of a boy hugging and curling up. This was the blood spirit.

Liu Shuang restrained herself from trembling in her eyes, raised her hand and handed the blood spirit into the air: "Monster, it's your turn."

Yan Chaosheng met her insistent gaze and raised his hand.

His movements in taking out the blood spirit were no slower than Liu Shuang's. Liu Shuang sat cross-legged on the ground, quietly waiting for Yan Chaosheng to take out his own blood spirit.

In the entire hundred years, maybe only at this moment, the relationship between them is absolutely fair. As much pain as she had just now, Yan Chaosheng will be in the same pain now.

They lived together on a stone platform. Under the stone platform, the sea of ​​blood rolled like waves, like large expanses of festive red.

The same color as when they joined together.

Liu Shuang's eyes fell on Yan Chaosheng's eyebrows. Even at this time, his expression still showed no pain at all, and his brows did not even frown, as if the process of retrieving spirits was just a leisurely stroll.

With such forbearance, Liu Shuang suddenly remembered why she liked Yan Chaosheng in the first place.

Because Yan Chaosheng and she are two opposite people, he always has the qualities she yearns for. She is content in a corner, but he can lead two oppressed races to rise up and fight to regain a territory that belongs to them.

He is strong, mature, calm and rational, and all pain falls on him, just like a spring breeze blowing through without pain or itching.

One time, Yan Chaosheng came back from injury. A bloody hole was almost dug out of his chest. Liu Shuang could see the bones. Yan Chaosheng could still support his chin and looked at her: "I'm stunned, why don't you start crying?"

When she took a moment and felt extremely distressed, he said funnyly: "Okay, when I die in battle, it's only fitting that I cry so miserably."

At that time, Liu Shuang once wanted to be like him, someone who could be strong enough to save himself and others. However, Xiancao was timid by nature. Gradually, Liu Shuang forgot her original intention of admiring him, and finally became attached to him.

The dodder flower that grows out of nowhere.

After leaving Yan Chaosheng today, all the forgotten thoughts were picked up. Liu Shuang's eyes strayed away from Yan Chaosheng's face, and she saw the beautiful black and gold embroidery thread on his clothes, all of which she had sewn stitch by stitch.

Perhaps it was Liu Shuang's misunderstanding, she always felt that Yan Chaosheng had been taking the blood spirit for longer than she had. Even to the point where it was a long time, as if it left her a long time to regret it.

But Liu Shuang would not regret it. Her temperament was never like that of Yan Chaosheng. When she left him, she became more like him. The sea of ​​blood rolled with waves, and Liu Shuang gently closed her eyes.

No matter how long it takes, it will eventually end. Yan Chaosheng took out the blood spirit, and the spiritual consciousness was suspended in his palm, with a female doll curled up inside.

The two drops of blood in the air blended together and instantly became the gesture of an intimate embrace.

Yan Chaosheng looked down at Liu Shuang who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, almost biting his tongue and sneered: "After you are released from the spirit, the demon world and the ghost world will no longer tolerate you. If we meet again in the future, you will be just like fish on a chopping board, even to me.

in this way."

"I'm not afraid."

Yan Chaosheng's tone was cold: "Don't regret it, don't come to ask me for help."

Liu Shuang nodded and stood up from the ground: "Master Yaojun, please release the spirit."

The two spiritual consciousnesses hugging each other were radiant. Yan Chaosheng held them in his palms, and his eyes fell on the quiet and gentle female-shaped spiritual consciousness. He tightened his fingers, and the two spiritual consciousnesses separated and shattered, turning into red brilliance.

It slipped out from his fingers, fell into the sea of ​​practicing blood, and disappeared.

Liu Shuang stared blankly at them as they drifted away, feeling lost.

Yan Chaosheng closed his eyes: "Get out of here, get out of the ghost realm, and never appear in front of me again!"

Liushuang always knew that he had a cold personality, but he still felt uncomfortable when he drove her away so quickly.

When Liu Shuang walked to the exit of the Blood Training Sea, Yan Chaosheng still had his back to her and did not look back. She thought she would resent Yan Chaosheng to some extent, but she could not feel any resentment in her heart.

She thought of many good things done by Yan Chao.

That summer day in the newlywed demon world was as hot as a furnace, and Yan Chaosheng allowed her to use his body as an ice cube to cool down. He was alone, and Qingluan followed him for seven hundred years, just like his relatives, and in the end, she also worked hard with her.

After making a fortune, he gave Qingluan to her as a mount. He was a good and ferocious demonic bird, but she finally raised him into a fat and strong useless bird. Yan Chaosheng just laughed coldly when he saw it and never said anything. Liu Shuang still remembers

Under the bloodline calamity thunder, he stood in front of him, blocking the purple rolling black thunder.

Those thunders struck Yan Chaosheng's body, and finally turned into warm light, flowing into her body. He shielded her from the wind and rain, and protected her from growing up.

In the past hundred years, apart from frequent battles, Yan Chaosheng did not treat Liu Shuang badly. The only bad thing was maybe that he didn't love her.

Even though she knew Yan Chaosheng couldn't see him, Liu Shuang still saluted him from a distance.

"Liu Shuang bids farewell to the demon lord, and thanks for your care over the past century."

The sound of the fierce wind blew past my ears, but other than that, there was no one in the sea of ​​blood who answered.

Liu Shuang could not ignore the remaining sadness and reluctance in her heart, but besides that, there was also a trace of relaxation that she could not describe.

The whole hundred years of living around one person was finally over. She was finally able to leave the ghost realm and go home to practice.

On the way back to the palace, Liu Shuang met Su Lun. Su Lun looked at her with a wry smile: "This is really a surprise to me. Madam, how did you get to such an extent with the demon king?"

I thought it would be enough for one to be strong and cruel, while the other was as soft as glutinous rice, but I didn't want her to decide not to stay anymore, even more decisively than Yan Chaosheng.

Liu Shuang said: "I am no longer a queen, Master Su Lun, you still don't know my name, my name is Liu Shuang. My home is in Canglan Lake, the fairyland in the far north of the world. Master Su Lun can come and play when you have time."

She smiled shyly: "But Canglan Lake is full of fairies, we have nothing to entertain you, Lord Su Lun, don't mind."

Su Lun whispered: "No."

"Then I'm going home."

"My queen, don't you need to pack anything?"

Liu Shuang sighed. It seemed that Su Lun couldn't change this century-old title for a while: "Nothing in the Ghost Realm belongs to me."

Su Lun was stunned. Seeing her smiling face, he felt endless sadness in his heart.

Liu Shuang walked far away and waved to him with her back: "Master Su Lun, go back, don't worry about me!"

Liu Shuang went to see Qing Luan again. Qing Luan was in a rock nest on the mountain, chatting with Chi Yuan. Seeing her coming, Qing Luan flew out happily, and his big wings almost blew Liu Shuang away.

Liu Shuang hugged its wings and whispered: "Stop making trouble."

After leaving her, Qingluan should go to the battlefield with Yan Chaosheng and Chi Yuan. If we meet again one day, maybe it will become majestic.

Liushuang personally fed it a meal of spiritual fruit and combed its feathers carefully. Qingluan had no idea that he was about to leave. He was so happy to be cared for by his master.

Liu Shuang felt a little melancholy. Yan Chaosheng was right. He was originally a frightened monster bird, but now it seems that he was really made stupid by her.

The Red Kite was condescending, looking down at the female birds Qingluan and Liushuang. Its claws were long and sharp, its wings were burning with fire, and its eyes were filled with sharp light. It stood lazily on the highest rock, waiting for Qingluan to come back.

Liu Shuang touched Qingluan's head: "Go back."

In the end, only Chang Huan was left.

Chang Huan pursed his lips: "Empress, I'll go with you!"

"What are you talking about?" Liu Shuang said, "You are a soul. If you follow me back to Canglan Lake, your cultivation will never improve."

Just like the ghost land is not suitable for Liu Shuang's life, Canglan Lake is not suitable for Chang Huan's life.

"Yan Chaosheng, he is a very good king." Liu Shuang said with a smile, "Maybe one day, ghost cultivators will be as popular as the immortals."

Chang Huan looked at her sadly: "That slave is guarding the yard for the queen, waiting for the day when the queen comes back."

Liu Shuang opened her mouth, wanting to say that she might never come back, but looking at Chang Huan's determined eyes, she just said: "Take care."

Liu Shuang only took away a box of dowry given to her by her mortal parents, and nothing else.

Chang Huan took her all the way to the exit of the ghost realm. Liu Shuang saw a figure in white clothes on the thousand steps at the exit.

It’s Concubine Mi Chu.

She walked over and said softly: "I actually didn't want to harm you."

"You have thought about it." Liu Shuang held the box, looked at her, and said, "You know that my spiritual power is low, so you deliberately set up a trap and created an illusion to harm me, and you also deliberately let Yan Chaosheng see it."

The corners of Mi Chu's lips moved and she looked at Liu Shuang angrily. She was so angry when talking to such an upright fairy. She didn't even know how to be polite.

"I married Feng Fuming in order to save the demon king. Do you know what he went through seven hundred years ago? No, you don't know anything. You didn't share the hardships with him, you only knew how to enjoy him.

Okay. I have always missed him these years, but as for you, just because you have a face similar to mine, you took away what originally belonged to me. You know when I was in heaven and learned of your existence,

How sad is it? Why did my efforts build a bridge for you!"

Liu Shuang: "Oh."

Liu Shuang and Chang Huan stood together and looked at Mi Chu calmly, but Mi Chu couldn't say anything anymore and turned to leave.
To be continued...