Chapter 94: Death is the beginning of everything and the tragedy of everything.
Mu Xingchen stood there in a daze for a long time, so long that her heart went from being panicked to being extremely slow.
Looking at the dark scene in front of her, she pulled up a pale smile.
"You believed everything I said, but why in the end..." She lowered her head and muttered, "I told you to take the demon spirit back before, but you just wouldn't believe me."
If the demon spirit was still there, how could he have come to this point.
"It's so easy to fool." Mu Xingchen raised his head and looked at the dark darkness.
I fell into the trap after just a few words of liking him. Where can I find such a person in the future?
"Li Jing." Mu Xingchen couldn't help but tear up. Her crimson eyes looked at the Blackwater Bay before her. She was stunned for two seconds before a murderous aura filled her. "Then you should go with him."
After she finished speaking, a terrifying spiritual power began to gather in her hands.
Xiao Qi screamed wildly in the bracelet, but Mu Xingchen turned a deaf ear to her.
"Bang!" A red light exploded across Blackwater Bay, and the water instantly rose dozens of meters high.
Suddenly, a white light exploded around Blackwater Bay.
Mu Xingchen’s eyes turned pale.
"It's you." A tired and low male voice sounded in her ears, familiar yet strange.
Mu Xingchen snapped back to her senses. She looked at the vast expanse of white before her and asked warily, "Who are you?"
The male voice mocked: "I didn't expect that you would still meet."
"What do you mean? Who are you?" Mu Xingchen frowned.
"If you were given another chance, would you still want to meet him? Would you still choose him?" His voice was hoarse, and he wanted her to answer yes, but also wanted her to answer no.
Before Mu Xingchen could answer, a huge force threw her into a dark vortex.
"Bang!"
Heavy snow was falling, and everything was covered in white. This snow lasted for twenty-five years and drowned countless people.
But this final battle belongs to only two people.
Beneath the heavy snow, Zong Bei hunched his body and trembled. His hair was pitch-white, covered in icy cold. His sword lay beneath the snow, trembling constantly, blood oozing from its hilt.
He raised his eyes with difficulty to look at Qingfeng Yuan, but his tone was full of self-destruction and asked: "Yuan, really... is there no other way? Even if we run away, I will no longer be the demon king, and you will no longer be the head of the family."
The figure standing before me, dressed in white and red silk, was Qingfeng Yuan. She stood beneath a blanket of snow, a delicate umbrella having fallen beside her. Her hair was submerged in the snow, and her eyebrows were tinged with icy coolness.
Zong Bei looked at the umbrella. Their names were engraved on the handle. This was the umbrella he made five years ago, and she still took good care of it.
But even so, the former lovers finally came to an end today.
Qing Feng Yuan's eyes were filled with mist. She gripped her sword tightly, then slowly glanced back at her tribesmen. After a pause, her eyes crimson, her hands trembling, she turned back, speaking slowly and resolutely, "Zong Bei, I have no way to retreat. My mission here is to protect them, to safeguard humanity." She gripped the hilt of her sword, determined to die.
"But why do humans and demons have to be enemies? My father is dead, so can you just ask for a truce from me?" Zong Bei pleaded.
Qing Feng Yuan smiled with bloodshot eyes and said, "It's too late. This battle has been going on for too long. It must be a fight to the death."
Zong laughed sadly, and his laugh was so sad that everyone could hear his sadness.
They fell in love when they were young, knew each other and promised each other, but finally met on the battlefield and faced each other with weapons, just to kill the one they loved.
Zong Bei untied the red rope and copper coins from his waist, and carefully wiped off the fallen snow with his sleeves.
Qingfeng Yuan looked at Zong Bei like this, and the sword in his hand was almost unstable.
"Brother Zong." She looked at him and said in a vague voice.
This copper coin is a memory of their first meeting.
They met for the first time in Breeze Temple. It was a beautiful day with a gentle breeze, bright sunshine and kites flying all over the sky.
At that time, Zong Bei was not yet the Demon King, but just a carefree teenager. She was not the head of the family Qingfeng Yuan, but just a sixteen-year-old girl.
That day at Breeze Temple, he was bored and fell asleep on the wishing tree where others had made wishes with great hope.
That day at Breeze Temple, she was in a playful mood and deliberately threw a copper coin into someone's wishing tree.
The copper coin hit Zong Bei's face.
Zong Bei was woken up by the noise. He jumped under the tree angrily and wanted to find someone to settle the score, but he didn't expect her to look at him. She looked at him absentmindedly and called out, "Brother."
His pupils suddenly widened and his face turned as red as a monkey's butt, "You you...you you..." He couldn't utter a word for a long time.
Finally, he blushed and stammered, "You're a hooligan!"
She looked at him in confusion and called out again, "Brother."
Later he told her that in the demon tribe, calling someone brother means "dear brother".
At that time, Zong Bei never thought that this girl would later become the apple of his eye.
Later she told him that she fell in love with him at first sight, so she called him that on purpose.
He took off the copper coin, wiped the blood off it with his sleeve, and then placed it on the pile of stones beside him.
He half-knelt beside the pile of stones and smiled with tears in his eyes.
"I can only be a sinner in this life, so I don't want to meet you in the next life."
After saying that, he turned around and picked up the sword.
This time he was the first to strike.
The two of them met.
Qingfeng Yuan held the sword, his eyes bloodshot, and stabbed at him with all his might.
But he suddenly withdrew his hand and lost his strength.
He ran straight into her sword and pierced her heart.
The demon king Zong Bei was stabbed to death by her sword.
At that moment, everyone behind her was cheering, and all the monsters in the monster clan were angry.
But she lost her mind and soul.
She watched Zong Bei's figure slowly falling to the ground, as if all this was just an illusion.
Zong Bei was spitting blood from his mouth. He turned his head and looked at the copper coin beside him with difficulty.
The beginning of everything is the tragedy of everything.
"This is my last copper coin. I'm going to make a wish this time."
We will never meet again in the next life.
He is dead.
A demon king was stabbed to death by a genius of the human race with a single sword. No one would believe it if this were told to others.
“Brother Zong!!!!!!!!!!” Qingfeng Yuan screamed like crazy, “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!” She ran over frantically to catch his body, but her body had become cold and stiff.
Why should she!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Why should she!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Why!!! ...
Why kill the person you love the most and the person who loves you the most?
For whom?????
For all the people cheering behind me.
for…….
That year was twenty-five years ago.
They met for the first time.
Later, she always met him again by chance.
"elder brother."
"Brother Zong."
"A Zong."
…….
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…” Qingfeng Yuan wept bitterly on the top of the snowy mountain, regardless of the fighting behind him.
The battle situation was set, and she could no longer do anything.
As Qingfeng Yuan, she is worthy of her tribe and relatives, but she is not worthy of her lover.
She picked up the copper coin and inserted the blood into it.
"In your next life, don't be Qingfeng Yuan anymore."
A year after they first met, they made a promise to each other.
——Stay together for life, never leave each other, and never betray each other.
Twenty-five years later, the demon king Zongbei was stabbed to death on the top of a snowy mountain, and the head of the Qingfeng family, Qingfeng Yuan, committed suicide in front of the mountain.
Before her death, she used her life's cultivation to tie a thread, a thread that she and Zong Bei had formed with each other's essence and blood.
She made a wish to see him again in the next life.
Mu Xingchen suddenly woke up, and when she woke up, there was suddenly a copper coin in her hand. She lowered her head and looked at the copper coin in her palm, and suddenly became extremely panicked.
It’s the copper coin from a thousand years ago.
Qingfeng Yuan and Zongbei...
The immersive feeling, the unfamiliar memories, and the heart-wrenching pain.
"Now, do you understand?" asked the extremely strange yet familiar voice.
Mu Xingchen clenched the copper coin in her hand fiercely. Her eyes were red as she asked, "What do you want me to understand? I'm not her, and Zong Bei is not Li Jing. What do you want me to understand about these two dead people?"
"Do you have to be so stubborn and insist on repeating the same ending from a thousand years ago?" His voice gradually grew pale and weak.
Mu Xingchen tried to destroy the copper coin in his hand with trembling hands, but the copper coin did not move at all and was as hard as iron.
"It's funny, so funny. I'm Mu Xingchen, not Qingfeng Yuan." After saying that, she was suddenly stunned.
"In the next life, I don't want to be a Qingfeng Yuan." These words appeared in her ears again.
If everything is not accidental, traveling through time, changing surnames, meeting...
love at first sight……
Mu Xingchen slowly looked at the bracelet on his wrist.
Suddenly, the copper coin in his hand turned into a beam of light and flew into the bracelet.
She looked at the bracelet in disbelief, "Seven Star Tower...Jingzhi Sword...So you are the sword spirit of Jingzhi Sword..." Mu Xingchen covered her chest and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Xiao Qi said anxiously: "Xingchen! Listen to me!!!"
Mu Xingchen's face was pale and she wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.
She suddenly laughed, and as she laughed a tear fell.
If everything was planned by her, then what was she? Was she Qing Feng Yuan's unfulfilled wish?
Mu Xingchen tried to delete all the memories he had just seen.
She struggled to wake up and said, "I am me, she is her. What she wants to do, who she wants to choose, has nothing to do with me."
Mu Xingchen took off the bracelet with bloodshot eyes.
Xiao Qi immediately said anxiously: "Xingchen! Are you going to abandon me?"
A hint of sarcasm flashed across Mu Xingchen's lips: "You were the one who abandoned me first, but why..."
The scenes of the past came pouring out uncontrollably.
This Pure Sword was given to Qingfeng Yuan by Zong Bei.
At the age of eighteen, he used his own blood and essence to forge this sword, which was a pair with the Evil-Devouring Sword in his hand. One absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and the other absorbed the evil spirit of the human world.
He said, "A Yuan, when I'm not around, let it stay with you for me."
Mu Xingchen looked down at the bracelet: "Is this the reason why you stay with me? But I am Mu Xingchen, I am not Qingfeng Yuan, and she is not as cruel as me."
After he finished speaking, there was a "bang" and the bracelet fell heavily to the ground.
She looked at the snake skin in her right hand, but her memories were filled with the scene of Li Jing dying again and again.
She asked calmly, "He's not dead, is he?" Then she turned her head and looked towards Blackwater Bay.
Blackwater Bay was silent for a while, then he asked, "The human race and the demon race are at war again after a thousand years. As the head of the Qingfeng clan, did you really abandon them?"
Mu Xingchen clenched her fists tightly. She sneered, "Don't you think it's ridiculous to ask such a question? You've been trying to lure me into her, but I'm not as kind and compassionate as she is. What does life and death have to do with me? Do I owe them? Or do I owe the Qingfeng Clan? If I really am Qingfeng Yuan, then they owe me. The human race started the war, but now her lover has to pay it back."
After saying this, Mu Xingchen was stunned.
The last words Qing Feng Yuan said at his lover's tombstone were, "The war started by the human race, but my lover has to pay it back."
Blood dripped from Mu Xingchen's palm, and his eyes were bloodshot.
The demon spirit in the body remained silent, as if it had never existed.
She slowly lowered her head and loosened her hands tremblingly.
"If you don't give me an answer, I'll find it myself."
She left without looking back.
"So, will there really be an answer this time?"
Blackwater Bay gradually withered behind him, and in the blink of an eye, only a piece of rotting earth and a black scale remained.
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