Fu Canglu

Chapter 246 Hate the Amazing Woman in the World

The city lord of Fengxue Yincheng, who fell to the ground, looked pale, clutching the broken part of his left arm, the wind and snow flew, and finally condensed, covered, and scabbed the wound.

He was slightly startled at first, and looked at the woman in red who smiled and laughed.

In my mind, there was a sudden pain like a frying pan, as if my personalities were split and overlapped again.

Memories that had been silent for thousands of years in the gate of hell came flooding back.

This scene seems familiar.

His face was ugly, his lips were trembling, and he was sitting on the ground, his silver-white coat curled upside down, as if curled up and trembling, but also as if he was angry from embarrassment.

He finally remembered.

That sword.

with this sword.

How similar, how exactly the same?
And how useless is he?
So he cursed and drank even louder, wishing to vent all the anger and hatred of the past 1000 years.

He scolded the woman in red without any scruples.

In the end, the harsh words turned into sarcasm and ridicule.

The Lord of Yincheng said sharply: "Reincarnation, so what about reincarnation? You are always an unintentional person, a person who is about to die, and if you return to reincarnation, you will not live for 20 years!"

Reincarnation
Hong Yi'er's smile gradually faded.

She looked at the Lord of the Wind and Snow Silver City in front of her.

Dead silence.

Hong Yi'er narrowed her phoenix eyes, and asked lightly, "What did you say?"

Only then did the Lord of Fengxue Yincheng realize his slip of the tongue in astonishment, he was slightly taken aback, and then laughed wantonly.

He laughed sarcastically and said: "Yes, of course you don't have any memory. She died a long time ago, and she is beyond redemption. It is more miserable than falling into the ghost gate. And how can there be such a thing as reincarnation in this world? But you, like her, took a completely similar life trajectory."

The Lord of Yincheng squinted his eyes and looked at the red dress with a smile.

Her life came to an end, all the origin power, all the soul power, all the vitality, all the dead energy, all turned into emptiness.

How similar is it to the person from 1000 years ago?
But time is ruthless, who in this world can escape the devastation of 1000 years?
No.

There will be none.

After the Lord of Yincheng returned to the world, after his left arm was cut off, the thoughts in his mind gradually became clear.

He will never meet people of that generation again. In today's world, even if there is an equally stunning woman in red, she cut off her left arm with a sword and said almost exactly the same words as she did back then.
It's just a coincidence.

For great practitioners, it is almost impossible not to control their emotions.

But today's sword not only filled his body with a new wound, but also aroused the old scar, so the anger, hatred, and all negative emotions that had been buried for many years could not be restrained to vent out.

He was out of control.

Now that I have calmed down, these negative emotions have receded like a tide.

Whether it is the original owner of this body, the city lord of Fengxue Yincheng, or the soul that now occupies the dominance of this body, the master of Taixuxiang who has been sitting in the gate of ghosts for 1000 years, both of them are extremely ruthless people in essence. .

Because they have no desires or demands until the end of their practice, they are almost ruthless.

The mood of the city lord of Fengxue Yincheng gradually calmed down.

His eyes regained their calmness, like a secluded pool that had been silent for countless years, pitch black and bottomless, his fluctuating emotions were like a big rock, gradually sinking to the bottom, and in the deepest part, the stone landed calmly.

Calm too indifferent.

He raised his head and looked at the sword fairy in red who had reached the end of her age.

Three feet above the head, the wind and snow formed a curtain.

The Lord of Fengxue Silver City knew that no one in this world could hear the conversation between the two of them.

So he said softly: "If I hadn't been careless today, your sword will not be able to cut me."

This is an unquestionable thing.

If he hadn't grasped the sword with five fingers.

If he hadn't attempted to take that sword in vain.

If he hadn't exposed his whole body to that sword.

In the final analysis, he was defeated by the sword.

And the person holding the sword is Mu Hongyi.

Mu Hongyi calmly replied: "There is no if."

No if.

To lose is to lose.

The Lord of Fengxue Silver City was a little perplexed.

Hong Yi'er thought for a while, and added: "This is the ending."

So even if he did it all over again, even if the Lord of Fengxue Yincheng had never held the sword, never leaned forward, and never been careless, the sword would still fall, and it would still be cut off, maybe not the left arm, maybe the right arm, or between the eyebrows.

This is the end.

The ending will not change.

The city lord of Fengxue Yincheng understood a little bit.

He said hoarsely: "I have lived for so many years, and this is the first time I lost my composure just now."

"The ghost gate has been sitting for 1000 years." The Lord of Yincheng did not hide the truth of his return to the human world, and said softly: "These 1000 years are too long."

"I have thought countless times, if there is really reincarnation in the world, if I really have the opportunity to return to this world, how should I take revenge on that person?"

He laughed at himself: "You really resemble her, but you are not her after all."

Hong Yi'er said calmly: "There has never been reincarnation in this world."

"Really." The Lord of Fengxue Silver City murmured softly, "Maybe."

He raised his head and looked at the woman in red who was approaching the end of her life.

Just like that person 1000 years ago, when he was in his prime, he took all his life to sing an unprecedented song.

It's so similar.

Not at all hesitant to die.

If there is really no reincarnation in the world, isn't such a person who spares his life really alone?
Whether it's eyebrows, facial features, the posture when the sword is drawn, or the sword aura when the sheath is retracted.

All are exactly the same.

same.

"I hate you."

The Lord of Fengxue Yincheng said softly: "I have hated you for 1000 years."

Hong Yi'er remained indifferent, staring indifferently at this dazed silver-white man.

He raised his head and smiled suddenly: "For 1000 years, this hatred can't be swallowed, and it has intensified. In the end, I found that I hate not you, but all the amazing women in this world."

"Now I find that there is no need for me to hate you."

The corners of his lips raised in a silent mockery.

"You're going to die."

"I prefer to believe that there are so-called reincarnations in this world, and you have been reincarnated for so many lives, but you still can't escape. But I..." He clutched his left arm and tried to stand up, but the first attempt ended in failure.

So his face turned pale, but he still smiled and said: "Look, I have lived for so long, and I will live longer. I can get everything I want, and finish what I haven't done before. You are still in the reincarnation 1000 years ago, struggling forever."

Mu Hongyi looked at the man in the wind and snow coldly, and replied coldly, "So?"

"So? You asked me why?"

The city lord of Fengxue Yincheng laughed, this time he finally stood up, staggered and did not fall.

He raised his voice slightly: "This sword of yours didn't kill me, even if it was infused with death energy, I can slowly untie it by relying on the sky, just like 1000 years ago, you didn't kill me after all!"

After saying this, he moved his eyes to the woman in red, hoping to see some expression similar to despondency or sadness from her face.

But it didn't.

Hong Yi'er still had that indifferent look, calmly and repeatedly said: "So?"

The smile of the Lord of Fengxue Yincheng suddenly became a little stiff.

He paused slightly, then shouted loudly: "You are dead, you are going to die!"

"You died, but I survived, isn't that obvious!"

"I won! You lost! I survived for 1000 years, and I finally won!"

"Do you understand! Don't you understand!"

After a series of shouts, the City Lord of Fengxue Yincheng turned pale again.

He is a little crazy, more like a madman.

The dead air covering his left arm went down again, and he couldn't laugh out of the excruciating pain, but it wasn't the pain caused by the erosion of the dead air.

Instead, Hong Yi'er shook her head.

"I really don't understand." She still had no expression on her face, and said softly, "Because... there is no reincarnation at all. See clearly, I am not the person I was 1000 years ago."

The Lord of Fengxue Yincheng was stunned.

"So you didn't win at all."

Mu Hongyi said calmly: "And you said... I'm going to die, so what?"

She smiled: "I don't care."

Bloodshot eyes welled up in the eyes of the Lord of Fengxue Yincheng.

He moved forward tremblingly, gritted his teeth, his tall body defied the wind and snow, and he walked forward with a little difficulty against the wind and snow, dripping blood covered with blue frost along the way.

Three feet away.

Hongyi'er didn't retreat.

She was almost close to the tall man's face, and her pupils looked directly at him.

At the last moment of her life, Mu Hongyi calmly thought of someone maliciously teasing her on the road after crossing the Qi River.

Great beauty.

Androgynous beauty.

An androgynous beauty who can't take jokes.

She smiled and asked seriously: "Actually, I really want to ask you, is this body used to you?"

The master of Taixu who has been sitting in the ghost gate for 1000 years meets face to face.

Completely stunned.

Mu Hongyi thought back to the scene where Yi Xiao was sarcastic and talkative all the time.

So at this moment, she was just very calm, very calmly, repeating what Yi Xiao had said to herself.

"You have such a bad temper, such a small mind, such a calculating person, and sometimes you act like you beat people up if you disagree with your words."

The corners of Hong Yi'er's lips curled up, and she added with a smile: "I see that you are so tired from life, you must be a woman, right?"

Mu Hongyi smiled.

According to Yi Xiao's words, this should be a smiling face that makes people die.

It's just that the pretty face is smiling but with a playful malice.

Hong Yi'er suddenly felt ridiculed, it was actually a pleasant thing.

"You said you hated all the amazing women in the world"

"It must be jealousy, hatred, or resentment that you are not as good as her?"

"Then you don't hate yourself any more."

Hong Yi'er looked at the Lord of Fengxue Silver City.

Her time is almost up.

And the chill in the three-foot wind and snow was even more severe.

She laughed: "After all, you are a man now."

A man's angry and low roar came from the wind and snow.

There was also the piercing sound of a red dress being torn apart, and the miserable sound of blood splashing out from the wind and snow.

The blood was frozen by the wind and snow.

The deep and angry roar continued.

Other than Fengxue, no one knew why the city lord of Fengxue Silver City was angry and lost control.

(End of this chapter)