long night walk

Such a blunt and purposeful speech would not be an exaggeration even if Cang Nanyi killed him on the spot.

No thoughtful person would make such a self-destructive statement in such an atmosphere.

There was no annoyance on Cangnan's face, but he didn't answer his wanton question immediately.

Bai Lian seemed to think about it for a moment, and then said: "Of course, as the guardian of Kunlun, I have been fighting demons for many years. It is impossible for me to slack off in my duties and hand over such a forbidden thing in the world with just a few words of mine. my hand.

It's better for you and I to give in each other. While I'm in the mountains, I'll obey the queen's arrangements, and the queen might as well give me a chance to come to Japan. "

His eyes were locked on Cang Nanyi's dark jade eyes, "I just want a chance."

It is undoubtedly a foolish dream to exchange the heart of a general by being obedient to others.

And Bai Lian also knew clearly that even though Cang Nanyi's consciousness had begun to dissipate and her divine personality gradually faded, it was an extremely difficult and impossible task to steal the general's heart in her mountain.

Just asking for a chance for him to take the general's heart fairly is the greatest benefit he can gain for himself in this negotiation.

Cang Nanyi is different from other immortals. This request for 'an opportunity' seems illusory, but when it comes to fulfilling it in the future, it can all depend on his heart.

But Balian knew that once she relented and agreed, she would definitely play a crucial role in stealing the general's heart in the future.

Facing Bailian's burning and serious eyes, Cangnan Yi looked at the ancient oil lamp in his hand.

Although Kunlun Mountain has never valued luxury, in such a huge palace, when she was reading leisurely at night, the light and shadow in the palace were swallowed up by darkness, but she did not have the habit of lighting palace lanterns.

With just the green light accompanying her, in the past few days, although she didn't show it on her face, her physical condition was obviously getting worse.

The palace was shrouded by the strong aura of illness, and even the only dim light at night seemed to be swallowed up and dimmed by the darkness of the long night.

"If you really just want to find an opportunity from me, why bother?" Cang Nanyi's tone and eyes were somewhat unclear, as if he was teasing, but also asking.

Balian asked tentatively: "Is this your disapproval?"

Cang Nanyi chuckled lightly, and her gaze fell across the sky and the dancing candlelight on Bailian's face, peaceful and profound: "Didn't I give you a chance earlier?"

These words were like a thunderbolt from the blue, shocking Bai Lian to the spot. He opened his mouth and laughed dryly: "Is your Majesty making fun of me?"

The night wind outside the window suddenly blew, carrying the smell of mountain vegetation, into the hall. The bean lamp in the oil lamp on the table trembled, and the dim candlelight was scattered, almost lost in the lamp oil.

Cangnan Yi took out a slender silver needle from his sleeve and picked out the wick that was about to be immersed in lamp oil and extinguished.

Just like a flash of light, the dim candlelight immediately brightened up and reflected the light between her noble brows.

"Do you still remember the first words I said to you when you first came to the palace?"

When she entered the palace, what she said was just ordinary chatter. How could an ordinary person remember the true meaning of her words carefully?

Fortunately, Balian has a good memory. He has had the ability to remember things he has seen and heard since he was a child.

He recalled briefly and said cautiously: "I remember when the empress invited me to enter the palace, the first thing she said was to call me over?"

And because of that ridiculous misunderstanding between him and Qing Shui and Qing Xuan, Bai Lian really thought that Cang Nan Yi was a stranger and had no other choice, so he was so forceful in calling him into the palace to serve as a maid. thing.

Therefore, Balian was in a very awkward mood at that time, and he dared to act rashly, but he carefully hid himself in an inconspicuous corner.

It was Cang Nanyi who held the lamp, illuminated him, and invited him to come over.

Thinking about it now, she clearly had no intention of inviting him to sleep with her at that time, which meant that calling him over was not what Balian was thinking at the time...

Seeing Bailian frowning and thinking carefully, Cang Nanyi smiled in his eyes and gently pushed the oil lamp in front of him:

"If you had listened to me and come here obediently, this lamp would have been yours."

Balian's eyes widened. The amount of information came so fast and violently that he didn't know how to react for a moment. He could only stare at the bronze oil lamp with his eyes wide open and said in a dry voice: "This lamp is..."

Cangnan's appearance was calm, and he said calmly: "This lantern is called 'Zhenxin', and it is the main palace lantern of Wangchen Palace. It is both a 'palace' and a 'lantern'."

When he heard the word 'Zhen Xin', Parian already had the answer in his mind.

As Cang Nanyi finished speaking, the dark shadows in the palace dispersed. Only then did Bai Lian realize that the green lamp in her hand was shining brightly, dispersing all the darkness like a tide in all directions.

The surrounding scenery and palaces all disappeared, and the surrounding atmosphere changed, and the unique smell of cold snow in Kunlun Mountain could no longer be smelled.

In the dark night, the majestic palace fades away like an ancient ink painting of landscapes over time.

Instead, there is eight hundred miles of wilderness, with stone veins, flowing water, springs dripping sand, ghost lamps like lacquer dots of pine flowers, and ghosts and monsters growing around.

There is no moonlight here, there are dark clouds in the sky, thunder is constantly thundering in the dark sky, and the strong wind never stops.

Amid the turmoil of fireflies, Cangnan's clothes carry an ancient lamp. Different from her previous attire, in this orchid night dew, she wears a red robe and stands by the stone platform, looking like a ghost or a fairy, facing the stone abyss. Under the boundless black mist.

There was a loud heartbeat in the fog.

The sound of the heartbeat is solemn and deep, which has the meaning of towering mountains!

The frequency of the heartbeat was not fast. After the consciousness of Bai Lian and Cang Nanyi entered the world inside the palace lantern, it beat once and then became silent again.

There are no words in the world that can describe Balian's shocking mood at this moment.

Cang Nanyi actually sealed her 'heart' in a lamp? !

What shocked and puzzled him even more was that if it was true as she said, from the moment Balian set foot in Wangchen Palace, she had really thought about handing over her 'heart' to him so easily.

It’s incredible!

Since this is the case, since she can hand over the "heart" of the general so easily, she regards the laws of the immortals and gods as nothing.

So, what is the significance of her sealing the "hearts" of generals every day for millions of years?

Cangnan's red-haired girl stood in the wind, her neckline was snow-white, and strands of gray-black mist coiled like demons lingered around her. The whole person seemed to be loomingly trapped in a misty scene. , vague and mysterious.

Only in the mist, those noble eyebrows and eyes were clear and distinct.

In the mist, a deep and pleasant voice came: "I said that you have wisdom, but it's a pity."

Only then did Balian realize, what did Queen Ye mean by "a pity"?

He smiled helplessly and said: "The profound meaning of your words is difficult for me to understand."

Cangnanyi came out of the mist with a lantern, smiled faintly, and said, "But do you regret it?" Balian said calmly: "It's too late to know your queen's intention now. It's too late. It's useless to regret. I can't follow the queen's wishes." To take back the general's 'heart' in my hand is because the destiny has not yet arrived."

Cang Nanyi squinted: "You can talk."

Ever since he set foot in the Wangchen Palace tonight, although she still gave people a mysterious and profound feeling as always, Balian has gradually caught the rhythm and subtle preferences of this woman.

She didn't like to negotiate with others. She seemed calm and indifferent, but she could always take the dominant position. He didn't waste his time dealing with her and figuring out what she was thinking.

It's better to push all the problems away and put all your calculations and ideas out in the open.

Ok……

It sounds a bit silly.

But it doesn't matter. If Niang Nian likes this kind of tone, he can continue to play along.

Balian raised his eyes, his dark eyes stared directly into hers, and said sincerely: "I wonder if this fate has come today?"

Cang Nanyi raised his eyebrows. As expected, he didn't show any signs of anger. He smiled slightly, held out the ancient lamp in his hand, and said, "The fate is yours."

He is so talkative that he doesn't look like the Kunlun God Lord who wants to fight against the power of immortals and demons.

Balian knew how childish and ridiculous everything he said to her in Wangchen Palace was.

He sighed and said, "Is this also an opportunity given to me by the empress?"

Cang Nanyi's eyes seemed to have no chance, and he just smiled lightly and said: "If you want to understand it this way, it's not impossible."

A fleeting opportunity is called an opportunity. If you miss it, but it is still waiting for you, it is not as good as you thought.

It's just that this time, Balian didn't turn away this 'opportunity' out of caution like he did the first time.

Although he knew that the light was difficult to reach, Bailian still stretched out his hand and caught the light.

The moment his palm touched the ancient lamp, Shi Yuan's heart shook again under the black mist, and the mist suddenly became chaotic.

It seemed that he sensed the presence of his aura.

Cang Nanyi didn't lie to him. The general's heart was really sealed in this lamp.

But the simple and old oil lamp in his palm turned into a vajra and demon-conquering pestle the moment he took it.

A faint light burned in the handle, and through the skin, one could feel a holy warmth.

Bailian was no stranger to this aura. He suddenly raised his head and looked at Cang Nanyi with wide eyes: "This lamp..."

Cang Nanyi's eyebrows were dignified, and he lowered his eyes and said calmly: "This lamp is transformed from the fire of my heart and soul. If you want to unblock and take away the general's heart, as long as the lamp of my heart is not extinguished, you will never die." I can’t take this heart away.”

Balian's hand holding the magic pestle shook slightly, his expression was dull, and his mind suddenly became blank.

In the lamp environment, there is heavy mist, weeds everywhere, rotten trees, and old pines of unknown age entrenched in the gaps. There is a sense of desolation and defeat everywhere. Cangnan Yi is among them, but it brings a kind of feeling to Bai Lian. A deep ocean feeling.

She lowered her eyes and looked at Balian, like the thinnest and sharpest blade in the world hanging between the snow and rocks, quiet but with a cold edge.

She asked calmly: "Young man, do you dare to kill a god with your body?"

A saint is generous and can give opportunities at any time.

As for whether you can bear the karma of this opportunity, it all depends on your heart.

Balian admitted that he felt a suffocating feeling at this moment, as if he was being forced close to a cliff and an abyss.

Even at this moment, she was still speaking in a slow tone, and her posture was like playing in the world, as if she was joking.

Balian's fingers holding the Demon-Conquering Vajra were so tight that the joints turned white. He was silent for two breaths, and finally did not speak. Instead, he lowered his head and bit into the part, blood dripping into feathers and submerged into the Demon-Conquering Vajra.

The simple black-gold copper body absorbed the blood feather, and the temperature under the palm seemed to become even warmer.

The huge and deep heartbeat in my ears seemed to be strangled by some invisible force, and suddenly there was no lingering sound.

The remnants of the image faded away. Balian opened his eyes again and was back in front of the desk. On the desk was a slightly swaying candle. The light from the wick was brighter, illuminating the saint's white clothes as coldly as the bright moon. Zhao Songshan has a gentle and graceful temperament.

Cang Nanyi picked up half a cup of tea as if nothing had happened, drank the cold tea in one gulp, and said with a smile: "This is not because I don't give you a chance."

Bailian lowered his eyes to look at the lantern, "I think it's because the fate has not yet arrived."

Cang Nanyi chuckled and asked, "So it turns out that the Corpse Demon Royal Family doesn't dare to have the desire to kill gods?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the lights in the hall suddenly flickered on and off for a moment, and the two shadows on the wall were chaotic and blurry.

When the light and shadow calmed down, the two shadows sitting opposite each other on the wall were now extremely close.

The ancient lamp that An Anjing had placed on the desk was no longer there. Instead, it turned into a demon-conquering pestle and fell into Bailian's hands.

His hand holding the magic pestle was very steady, and the light of the lights shot up from his palm, reflecting his thin chin and stretching out a beautiful arc on his slender neck, because the bulging lines of his Adam's apple were unusual. Obviously, even under the soft lighting, there is still a sharp and tight beauty.

The sharpest tip of the demon pestle was firmly pressed against Cang Nanyi's heart. At such a close distance, Balian's eyes were so calm that there was an almost dangerous tone.

His voice was as steady as his hands, and he said slowly: "Your Majesty, you are worrying too much. Since the Emperor Father has respected the equality of all living beings since Pangu opened the world, what is the difference between killing people and killing gods?"

Cang Nanyi held the empty cup in his hand and looked at him indifferently: "It's rare that you have such an opinion. Just like this, why should you refuse? You even spend your essence and blood to renew my heart lamp?"

"It's nothing." Balian curled his lips and smiled faintly, his pupils were dark, "I just don't want to be used as a knife in the hands of others, even if the person who uses me is a saint in this world."

Not to mention that the knife in his hand is a self-inflicted knife.

Cang Nanyi put down her cup, as if she felt a headache for the young man in front of her. It was as if she couldn't see the knife pressed against her heart, and she even ignored Bai Lian's rude behavior.

She rubbed her eyebrows and said: "You little guy, you are just like my little Junjun. You are born with a rebellious nature, which is really unpleasant."