Xiandao Tianfei

Chapter 2274 Fantasy Extra Chapter 24·The Last Night
"Prajna, you are sober."

Qiye's dark purple pupils reflected the reincarnation of fallen flowers, and his eyes were as deep as ink, "Aren't you tired?"

"When the whole world is drunk, I am alone awake. When the whole world is drunk, I am alone pure... Naturally, I am very lonely."

Suddenly Yusheng smiled faintly, her expression as peaceful as the first snow: "But what I saw was an illusion, so the truth doesn't exist? Even if it is cold, it is at least better than a beautiful dream."

"To you, am I real...or delusional?" Qiye glanced across the water and asked intentionally or unintentionally.

"Truth and delusion are only separated by a thought. How can I see through them?"

Suddenly, Yu Sheng's white clothes fluttered, and she stood side by side with him, looking far into the distance, and suddenly sighed: "Although I have the cultivation of an immortal, I am just a mortal wandering around in the mortal world. I can't be considered too forgetful, and I can't take everything lightly."

"well said."

"The six realms are vast and vast, and billions of living beings are all mediocre. How many people can be as sober as you?"

Qiye tilted his head and smiled meaningfully at her, "Based on this, even if I kill you tomorrow, I will destroy your body but not your soul. If there is a life in the future, you can practice to the state of knowing the reincarnation, you can come and kill you. I take revenge."

"it is good."

Suddenly Yusheng met his gaze, and nodded seriously: "If I succeed in my cultivation, I will definitely find you to end this enmity."

"Then it's settled," his handsome face slowly came closer, his purple pupils sparkling with waves, as if he had an unpredictable smile: "I'm waiting for you to kill me, Poromala."

The atmosphere suddenly became relaxed, like a frozen river thawing, and the sound of meandering water came from the cool mountain breeze.

The two of them seemed to have relieved some of the burdens in their hearts, and sat down under the ancient tree in tacit understanding.

Falling flowers, time and space are silent.There were Paramara flowers blowing by, as if they were about to fall on his shoulders, but they would always be instantly disillusioned.

Qiye raised her eyelashes and looked at the golden petals lightly.His eyebrows are long and his eyes are lonely.

Time passed by, and neither of them spoke, as if there was a soothing tide rushing past their ears.

"Hey," Qiye suddenly turned his head, his eyes were confused and evil: "Paramoluo, can you sing?"

"I……"

Suddenly Yu Sheng was startled for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Although I have practiced music before, I have never entered the palace."

"That's it."

Qiye interrupted her arrogantly and said without any doubt: "Come on, I want to hear it."

"I won't show my ugliness anymore." Su Yusheng frowned slightly, and insisted on refusing.

"If you say no... there seems to be only one thing we can do."

He deliberately emphasized the word "do" very hard, narrowed his gleaming purple pupils, and slowly approached ambiguously: "Which one do you choose? Boromo?"

"you……"

Her chest suddenly felt suffocated, she stretched out her hand to support his shoulders, looked up helplessly and sighed: "Okay, I'll try."

"good."

Seeing that the intimidation was successful, Qiye retreated with satisfaction, the corners of his lips slightly raised.

... Seeing his almost childish behavior, Yusheng's unhappy mood suddenly calmed down, and an unconscious smile appeared on his lips.

When she was young, she also practiced music.It’s just that the Supreme Being in the Immortal Realm is inactive. Immortal songs have tunes but no words, and they can be played but not sung.

Suddenly Yusheng thought about it for a long time, and a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in her mind. Without thinking about it, she blurted out: "Then... how about "Nanpu Boat Song"?"

"Historical books have recorded that this was written by Fairy Xuanfeng when she was young for a friend who was leaving. The words of farewell were appropriate to the occasion."

(End of this chapter)