The moon sets Xiaoran
Byjunzhixi
"The world is safe and sound, and I will live up to the Tathagata and live up to you." Yue Youran shook his head, showing a faint smile. His mind seemed to have returned to the long past, when he was still trying to ascend to become a god, but did not become a god in this world.
It has been a thousand years since the white horse passed by. Although there is a thread of connection, the limitation of this identity is always in the contact of the eyes. He originally thought that once he reached the realm of a god, the loneliness in his heart would disappear with the wind, but the higher he cultivated, the more tormenting the loneliness in his heart became.
Until I met the man in front of me, he was not only my lover and confidant, but also an irreconcilable enemy!
"Ye Qing Zui, you and I are different after all. Flowers bloom and fall. It is fate in the end. Everything in the world has its own laws. Since ancient times, immortals and demons have existed. Since ancient times, you are the master of the demon world. How can you not understand?" Yue Youran raised her head and met Ye Qing Zui's gaze. The bright eyes were no longer there, but she was relieved. "Why are you... So persistent?" She gently pushed the man in black away and took a few steps back without leaving a trace. Behind her was a cliff...
"No, I'm just loyal to myself. What's wrong? What is a fairy and a demon? What is the Lord of the Demon Realm? It's just a false name! I don't care!" Ye Qingzui's voice was full of panic. "If it's for you, if you don't want these, what's wrong?"
"I care!" Yue Youran fell back and let her body fall. "Everything about us has changed because of this relationship. You want to be the overlord of the three realms. I can't stop you, but we will never meet again in the Seven Heavens Demon Realm!" A drop of blood and tears slipped from the corner of his eyes...
"No..." The heartbreaking cry of pain could not be saved. Yue Youran had already turned into a string of white lotus in the air and disappeared into the abyss. "Pfft..." A mouthful of blood spurted out, making red plum blossoms appear on the snow. "Youran, why are you doing this? Why..."
Seven days of demonic realm, undying until death, dreaming back at midnight, unable to sleep alone, is it a lifelong love, or is it a thousand-year calamity?