sjar Chapter 355 Who is he?
Chapter 355 Who is he?
Song Yueqing struck while the iron was hot and practiced several sets of whip techniques on the snow.
The sound of the dancing birds breaking through the air echoed on the quiet peaks.
The fiery figure gradually overlapped with the girl who had made a breakthrough at the Tianling Auction, yet was very different from her, transcending herself.
Song Yueqing is the truly pure person, and the interference from the outside world is always limited.
Zhu Jiu always felt comfortable when he was with her.
Song Yueqing: I feel uncomfortable. I was whipped by Zhu Jiu again.
Who is the whip cultivator? It's amazing!
No, Song Yueqing was used to it. She panted heavily, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and finally lay down on the snow with her body spread out.
The heartbeat in her chest was "booming", and Song Yueqing found that the originally clear sky had dimmed, and the pale silver moon was like a woman's curved eyebrows.
The stars are twinkling in the vast sky, and the coolness in the breath comes from the cold snow.
Song Yueqing stared blankly, and suddenly saw an upside-down face appear.
The boundless snow is very beautiful, but still 93% inferior to the candlelight.
"What, this won't work?"
Zhu Jiu put his hands behind his back, bent down, looked at Song Yueqing and asked with a smile.
Song Yueqing: "..."
Bullying people, a great immortal king bullies the small and the weak with his power!
Zhu Jiu threw the vines he was woven aside and lay down, crossing his hands behind his head.
She was in the opposite direction of Song Yueqing, and the other person's face was visible to her when she glanced at him.
The two of them fell silent and looked up at the sky. All that was left around them was the quiet night.
"Was the moonlight this clear ten thousand years ago?" Song Yueqing's clear voice suddenly sounded, with a hint of emotion in her tone.
Emperor Canglan, the man who created the Canglan Realm, a man who has existed in everyone's cognition for tens of thousands of years.
Who was her original identity?
Why has she existed for so long?
Why did she do what she did?
Why not ascend?
Song Yueqing, like everyone else in the Nine Netherworld, had many questions stuck in his throat, but in the end he only said this sentence.
Because compared to these secrets, she seemed to care more about what kind of mentality Zhu Jiu had to travel through the long time and the long night, and then happened to meet her.
"Of course, over thousands and millions of years, the world has changed, but the moonlight remains the same." Zhu Jiu smiled silently, the light in his eyes like a second moon.
"It's hard to imagine how lonely it would be for a person to survive for such a long time." Song Yueqing murmured in a low voice. If it were her, she would probably go crazy.
Zhu Jiu curved his eyes and said, "It's OK. I have companions. He is so noisy. How can I feel lonely?"
"The biggest problem is probably the lack of a suitable body to inhabit. The beginning is always miserable, either a mass grave or a grave."
"But there is always a solution."
Please, she is Zhu Jiu, even if it is a mass grave, she has to sing "Li Sao" to cultivate her sentiments.
"In short, fighting against nature is fun."
As Zhu Jiu was speaking, her mind unconsciously recalled the hoarse, mocking and unpleasant singing of Xingjun. It made her laugh to death. It was a severe mental pollution, which increased the difficulty of her start every time.
Song Yueqing heard the rare warmth and joy in Zhu Jiu's words, and asked in astonishment: "What's his name? Where is he now?"
The smile on Zhu Jiu's face gradually faded away.
Song Yueqing's breathing tightened, and she realized that she had asked a stupid question. She was about to change the subject when she heard a soft voice beside her ear.
"His name is Xingjun."
“It is the mountains, rivers, lakes, snow, moon and breeze that have always been by my side and never left.”
As if by fate, a cool breeze suddenly blew, and snowflakes were blown onto Zhu Jiu's hair, as if caressing her goodbye.