atypical prostitute

Chapter 243
"My mission is to stop you."

Said indifferently, two more ice marks nailed him to the cliff.

At this moment, Jun Fengxi can't even move her fingers.

From the knee down, it was already blood-red, his hands were nailed to the stone cliff, and the bones were visible.

"...you are so stubborn."

"Looking" at the person in front of him, the man sighed.

Realizing that it was impossible to keep the appointment, Jun Fengxi raised her head in despair, staring at the person standing against the light through the scab.

"Why don't you let me save her!"

"Because she's the one you love the most."

The man in the golden robe spoke softly, his fingers moved slightly, and there was another cold and heart-warming pressure, which shocked people as if they were struck by lightning.

"She saved you from the brink of destruction, and as a price, she must bear the madness of the future instead of you."

"I can die, I can die in his place right now!"

Jun Fengxi groaned in pain, almost desperate in grief.

"...I secretly changed my fate and reincarnation again and again, and finally put her soul together piece by piece. Seeing that... this time I will really succeed... Another reincarnation, she will be I'm back...why can't I let her go!"

"God willing."

The simple and indifferent answer drew a wry smile on the corner of his lips, Jun Fengxi lowered his head, muttered, eyes full of sorrow.

"God's will? What is God's will? What is God? Why do you all submit to God's will! It is I who committed the crime, why should she suffer the consequences! Why don't you take me away!"

"God's will is so cruel. This time, she will really sleep peacefully and die forever."

die forever.

The notes that can be easily uttered with the tip of the tongue through the teeth are closer to the essence of despair than any character in the world.

Eternal death is a complete disappearance, a disappearance that cannot be resurrected even if it penetrates the heavens and the earth and recreates the Three Realms.

Jun Fengxi's eyes were clouded with death.

"...I don't believe...you can't do this to us!"

"I can."

The man in the golden robe who possessed the aura of being the only one in the nine heavens and ten earths spoke slowly but could not resist.

"In order to revive her, you actually brought the souls of other worlds to this time and space, and used the knowledge of these traversers to disrupt the flow of history, deceive the heavens, and fulfill your dream of resurrecting her. But you have forgotten the will of God itself, which can give , can also be destroyed. Every time you modify her reincarnation and gather a trace of soul that should have been dispersed, she will have to bear more sins. Now, you have modified her reincarnation three hundred times, and her fate has also appeared Three hundred differences. The soul seems to be pieced together almost completely, but in fact—”

Having said that, the man sighed and announced coldly and briskly.

"If you had allowed her soul to shatter into tens of thousands of fragments, scattered in the three thousand worlds, reincarnated and gradually weakened, maybe you could meet similar flowers again in the reincarnation...but you... insisted on Putting all his pieces back together, you insist on resurrecting dead souls long overdue—"

"It is indeed the will of the heavens to do nothing and let the soul of the one you love perish. But cultivation is against the heavens! Why do you, who stand at the top of the monks in the world, be willing to be the minions of the heavens!"

Jun Fengxi asked indifferently, her blood-drained eyes turned inorganic silvery white under the light.

The man knew that none of them could persuade the other, so he simply gave up on persuasion. With a slight movement of his fingers, another blood hole appeared in his already riddled body.

"Following the sky or against the sky, which one is the essence of cultivation, I don't know, and you don't know either. But there is one thing, but you must be wrong."

"whats the matter?"

"You shouldn't have abandoned your practice. Your talent is far above mine. If you were a fellow practitioner with me, you would have been able to break through the Nine Tribulations and escape from the Great Thousand World. But you are bound by feelings, and all your thoughts are on resurrecting her Above, and finally reduced to the point where even my shadow body can be easily defeated."

The man's voice was calm and desolate, with a hint of sadness, and just as he finished speaking, a petal of the white lotus fell from his hand.

Jun Fengxi frowned, and wanted to retort, but after realizing the sadness from the heart of the senior brother, she gave up the dispute.

"...Indeed, if I spend the wasted time in these years—even if it's only half, on cultivation, I won't be humiliated today. But I...I can't let her go. For her, I can give up everything!"

"Including cultivation? What are you without cultivation, without the ability to protect yourself!"

The man said coldly, without sarcasm or ridicule, just stating the facts.

"15 years ago, I foresaw today, so I nailed you to the rocky cliff, I hope you can wake up and understand the simplest truth of 'If you want to protect the most important thing, you should have enough strength first'! You , is really too weak!"

"But you failed my hard work!"

"You waste your talent on ridiculous things!"

The scolding came one after another, finally breaking Jun Fengxi's patience completely: "Enough!"

Six huge pillars of fire rolled out of his body, straight into the sky, and the red lotus karmic fire once again bloomed enchantingly.

In the flames, Jun Fengxi, who had become a blood man, stood proudly with silvery eyes.

"Tell me, what should I do to reverse her mortal fate!"

"There is no way, even if you kill me, it can't prevent her death. This time, it is a death that completely disappears and completely liberated."

"You are cruel."

Jun Fengxi said in pain, her sleeves rolled up, and the red lotus flame flew out, igniting the shadow body.

The flame danced wildly like a snake, and the sound of chi chi was endless, but the man who was suffering from the pain of the flame scorching his shadow laughed.

"I just want to help you. You are the darling of fate, and you have the power to pry into fate, but you waste your talent time and time again. Seeing you decadent, how can I not hate it!"

"So you deliberately let Tiandao find her?"

Facing the accusation, the man in the golden robe smiled softly: "Yes, because she must die."

"you--"

Jun Fengxi gritted his teeth and said, but the man opened his eyes for the first time. His golden eyes and intoxicated smile reflected the blazing red lotus karma, as beautiful as a demon.

"Being hated by you is also a kind of happiness."

"is it?"

Jun Fengxi raised her head, staring blankly at the distant future beyond the figure of the man who was about to turn into ashes.

"...You have never loved at all, you don't understand love at all... You think she is a demon in my practice, and you think that killing her will bring me back, but you don't know, if... If you are not by her, you will come back Faith supports me, and I have long since disappeared.”

He said bitterly, the red lotus karmic fire that was burning only by persistence has also been exhausted at this time, and his body riddled with holes is crumbling.

Beside the white lotus pond, the person who couldn't really be cruel to his junior looked at the crumbling image in the water and sighed.

"Okay, I'll make you happy! Just drag this tattered body back to her! See how ridiculous the eternity you insist on is!"

……

……

Amidst the hustle and bustle of yellow sand, a white-haired man with a high crown and his hands covered his sleeves, facing the vast desert and his back facing the mighty black ocean.

There was no confrontation, no ambush, and when the blacks were about to approach the men, they stopped and fell to their knees.

The charming and compassionate woman gently shook the sleeping child awake and said, "It's already here."

"Reached?"

Ye Yun raised her head and looked around ignorantly. As far as she could see, there was nothing but yellow sand.

He quickly noticed the white-haired man standing in front of the black ocean, the strange face, the familiar smell.

It is the smell of countless reincarnations, the smell of swords, the smell of death.

Ye Yun sighed, although the white-haired man with high crown was dressed in a fine dress that was not stained with dust, but in his eyes, every pore of the man's body exuded the smell of blood and swords.

He came to kill me.

No need for any notice, when he saw him, he already knew his purpose.

He raised his head and stepped out of the carriage.

It was still a dark kneeling worship, still a piety that didn't dare to look directly, but in the eyes of Ye Yun who already knew the past, it was so ridiculous.

"You... you are still here!"

He spoke calmly, his voice might still be immature, but his tone was as cold as a child's.

The man did not look back.

The child smiled and continued.

"Beginning a long time ago, I have been repeating a nightmare that was so clear and terrifying. In the dream, I was killed again and again, although the person who killed me was different each time, and the method of killing me was different. But every time Once, when I meet him, I will know that it is you, you who exist to kill me!"

This time, the man turned around.

When he turned around, the men in black who were already kneeling on the ground became more and more nervous. They pressed against the ground, and even their noses were buried in the sand.

Dan Baiqiu who stayed in the golden carriage also knelt down.

But Ye Yun stood stubbornly where she was. She was called the eye pupil of the lotus flower. There was no fear, no fear, only peace.

The man walked in slowly, and his face became more and more clear.

Thin lips, phoenix eyes, soft white hair, skin like snow.

Handsome and almost demon.

The strong wind of the desert blows in the face, the knots are gradually loosened, and the cloak falls into the yellow sand, revealing the shockingly red long sleeves of the toga.

The sleeves of his clothes fluttered, unable to cover the sharp black claws covered with scales.

"No matter how many years have passed, you are so perfect, so beautiful that it makes my heart ache."

A hoarse voice that suppressed excitement flowed from the corners of perfect lips, and the pale golden pupils were condensed with tenderness. If there were no sharp claws on the throat, this would be a perfect reunion after a long absence.

"Killing you is my destiny. As long as I kill you again, you will disappear completely."

"Will you be happy after I disappear completely?"

"Yes, I will be very happy. Finally freed from the fate of being bound... I no longer have to go to reincarnation countless times, just to find you in the vast crowd and kill you."

Whispering, the sharp claws tightened, blood oozing from the delicate neck.

"It's so lonely."

"Yes, very lonely."

Said softly, a drop of tears slipped from the slender eyelashes, fell on the scales of the black claws, and shattered into six petals.

"Fortunately, this time, it can finally really end."

Closing his eyes, he glanced at the south. That was the direction of his physical mother, the place where the person who silently guarded him for countless reincarnations and waited for his return.

farewell.

he whispered.

A paper crane with peach blossom paper dyed bright red slipped out of the sleeve and floated down leisurely.

The setting sun is like blood, with a glance of ten thousand years.

(End of this chapter)