Chapter 977 The Final Chapter: Break the glass cup and burn the past of a dream

Author: Feifei my heart

Chapter 977 The Final Chapter: Break the glass cup and burn the past of a dream

The little fox thought of the human world that she had seen in story books in recent days. There was a set of rhetoric in it, and she learned it. She said: "You have a cuckold on top of your head!"

other side:"……"

After all, Qi'an was not a vegetarian. Even though she lost her memory, the true nature of the Qingqiu Nine-tailed Fox gradually emerged, and she snatched the sachet back with extreme strength.

Qi Lou shrugged, he just wanted to take the opportunity to bully the little fox, who knew she insisted on this sachet.

This sachet looked familiar, and he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

Another major event now attracted his attention.

Qi'an forgot about him...

Return to Jiuchong Mountain, Shen Pavilion.

The mountain range stretches for 90,000 miles, with layers of mountains and mountains, shrouded in clouds and mist.

The peach blossoms are blooming for ten miles, and the gentle breeze blows, and the petals fall all over the ground. It is suitable for the room and the home, and its flowers are scorching.

It's beautiful, but it's too cold.

The little fox tiptoed back and deliberately hid the sachet well. Even his furry paws stepped on the ground very lightly, leaving dots of plum blossom prints.

After all, Rong Yu strictly prohibited her from going even half a step down the mountain. Although she did not walk out of the mountain on purpose this time, it was inevitable that she would feel guilty.

I just hope he never notices it.

Of course, such an idea was quickly shattered——

Under the peach blossom tree, the ground is covered with scarlet flowers.

He sat in front of the guqin, his white clothes looked like snow, with a few peach petals falling from the hem of his clothes. His hair was black, and his back was cold and empty, far away.

"Where are you going?"

He stopped playing the strings and asked her.

It's really fatal.

Qi'an lowered her little head pitifully, dragging her big fluffy and soft tail on the ground, and jumped into his arms flatteringly, hesitating: "I'll go down the mountain... go down the mountain and have a look."

The sudden warmth in his arms made Rong Yu pause for a moment, feeling lost and regained. He lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes like crow feathers swept down, and finally said: "It won't happen again."

Qi'an breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that acting like a baby was still useful.

Rong Yu said: "Come see me at night."

Qi'an's face fell: "Can you not take a medicinal bath?"

Of course I got a rejection.

Qi'an didn't know where her injuries came from, but every time he warmed her soul, she felt very comfortable. Only the bitterness of the medicinal bath made the fox unbearable.

But the other person's body was tainted with the smell of the medicinal bath, which was pure and bitter and upholding the precepts. It actually smelled another kind of good.

Subtly seductive.

The little fox tilted his head: "Can you accompany me?"

Rong Yu glanced at her: "Make it yourself."

The gods will always look like young people, they are neither born nor destroyed, they will never grow old or die, they will be eternal among all things in the world and remain unchanged for thousands of years.

Qi'an occasionally thought, in this long period of time with no end in sight, the Milky Way has rotated countless times, the sun and the moon have reincarnated, and he has been used to seeing joys and sorrows, separation and separation, will he feel lonely?

Probably not.

His temperament is too empty.

How can anything dare to leave a strong color in the life of a god?

Teach him that he will never forget life and death, and it will be difficult to calm down.

The day I broke the glass cup was actually an accident.

Qi'an read books, practiced immortality, chatted with flower elves, pulled grass and watered the flowers as usual. Unexpectedly, there was a place on the mountain that she had never been to.

This place was too hidden. It was at the end of the peach grove, on top of a high tower, and was obscured by low white clouds and thick fog, so she never discovered it.

The locked door is particularly quaint.

Qi'an watched it for a long time, always feeling as if she had been summoned by something, and her heart was about to move.

She pushed open the door by accident.

There are forbidden spells in the tower and entry is not allowed.

A drop of blood and tears appeared between the nine-tailed fox's eyebrows. When she came to her senses, she had already entered the tower.

As for how she got in? She actually had no memory at all.

The tower has ninety-nine and eighty-one floors.

She walked up the old stairs, which were already covered with a light layer of dust. You could hear needle drops all around, and her footsteps became the only source of sound.

Until the eighty-first floor.

Qi'an looked at the star-studded void in confusion, and there was a lamp enshrined on the astrolabe in the center.

The candlelight turned out to be a strange blue, like the color growing from glaciers.

The brightness is extinguished, very weak.

Being blown by the wind.

Qi'an felt the guidance of fate and stepped closer to Liuli Zhan, her consciousness went blank.

Suddenly, I felt like I heard a long sigh.

Under the starry sky, the nine-tailed fox raised its front paws, stood up with a snow-white figure, and rested on the edge of the altar. The fox ears were clear and soft, and a cluster of blue flames reflected in her amber eyes, tinged with piety.

color.

Many images are chaotic and chaotic, flooding into my mind.

It seems to be on Jiuchong Mountain, with the cold moon in the sky and peach blossoms lightly raining.

In the room, half of the remaining scrolls were left unfinished, and there were endless absurdities to tell.

Looking for a dim light, I saw the god leaning on the bedside, with his eyes closed. In the blur, his white clothes were as clear as snow, unattainable, his eyebrows were compassionate but cold, different from the impartial law enforcement in the past, and there was a fragile look at the end of his eyes.

The crimson color is heart-stopping.

His face was as pale as she had ever seen.

The wind was blowing, the candlelight was swaying, and someone slowly approached him, tremblingly raising his head and kissing his lips.

Breathing and intertwining.

Qi An's head jumped suddenly, but she couldn't see clearly what that person looked like.

How dare...how dare you blaspheme?!

Whose tears are falling.

She heard someone reading.

"Master..."

Pregnant and farewell.

Nine tails, broken every inch.

The scene turned, and thousands of people were pointing at countless figures without faces, holding long swords, aiming at one person.

"Bang!" A sharp and harsh sound made Qi'an wake up from her dream.

She opened her eyes and saw the glass lamp that had fallen to the ground. The blue flame was getting weaker and weaker. At the same time, she felt a stab of pain, as if someone was tearing her soul apart.

"It hurts..."

"It hurts..."

That night, Qi'an suffered from a high fever. The fever was so intense that it actually catalyzed the transformation into human form.

Rong Yu was taking care of her at that time, and she happened to be in the arms of the god, showing her most naked appearance.

A girl of eighteen or nineteen years old, curled up and trembling, her black hair intertwined with the snowy back, her tears brimming with tears, her face flushed, and her natural charm. The fatal innocence and charm intertwined to reveal the natural lust of the fox, in the confused night.

She cried and told him it hurt.

Rong Yu paused for a moment, wrapped her in a quilt, and said with some emotion: "Don't cry."

His voice was low and low.

Later, Qi'an became confused due to fever. When she opened her eyes, she vaguely saw a white silhouette. She couldn't tell whether it was an obsession from several lifetimes. She shouted hoarsely: "Master..."

The girl managed to hold herself up, and her soft, boneless fingers touched his lips.

It turns out that God’s body temperature is also cold.

Under the bright moon, the god lowered his eyebrows and held her hand.

Qi'an couldn't explain what happened next. After she sobered up, she felt it was offensive.

I don't dare to ask.

This time she was in trouble, and she didn't know what secrets the glass cup had sealed.

Afraid that he would drive her away.

But Rong Yu didn't say a word about it and punished her by copying the rules a hundred times a day.

Qi An was so exhausted that he was miserable. Who knew that he would be subjected to something like this just after he transformed into a human?
Chapter completed!