The years I was in the human world

The Goddess Wuxiang and Yaoguang were so focused on their quarrel that it gave Lu Zhouxue an opportunity. Although he was not very powerful now because of the evil spirit and the heartbreaking poison, this was the snowy mountain, which was his home ground. In addition, the spiritual power in the snowy mountain was thin, so it was easy for him to delay Yaoguang and the others and secretly steal Xiao Fengzhuo back.

Soon the cold wind started to blow again. Goddess Wuxian and Yaoguang didn't care at first, thinking it was just the unpredictable climate of the snow mountain. But gradually they realized something was wrong. The cold wind would leave fine wounds on their bodies, and then they began to bleed. The wounds were not big, and in such a cold place, the bleeding should have stopped quickly, but the opposite was true.

There were more and more small wounds, and they were all bleeding. By the time the two women who were busy bickering realized something was wrong, they were already covered in blood. Goddess Wuxian touched the wound on her face and saw the bright red blood on her fingertips. Her face changed drastically: "Oh no, the Snow Phoenix has already come and is hiding in the dark now."

After talking to Yaoguang, the Goddess Wuxian looked around and said loudly: "Since you are here, why not be open and honest? What's the point of hiding it?"

Lu Zhouxue thought to herself, who wants to be open with you? Seeing that both of them were focusing on the flying snow and the biting gale, Lu Zhouxue hid in the snowy field in a white dress and slowly went behind Xiao Fengzhuo. Yaoguang was more ruthless than the goddess Wuxiang. Seeing that Lu Zhouxue was hiding in the dark and making dirty moves and was reluctant to show up, she turned around and pulled Xiao Fengzhuo's hair to force him to look up, and put a sword on his neck.

"Xuefeng, I know you are here. If you don't come out, I will kill him now." Yaoguang's words were not a threat. She was not like the Goddess Wuxiang and the Demon Lord, who wanted to keep Xiao Fengzhuo alive to nourish the Immortal Formation. She only cared about whether she could get power from the divine bone. She didn't actually desire the Immortal Formation and the Road to Heaven. Therefore, if Lu Zhouxue didn't come out for a long time, she would really stab Xiao Fengzhuo's throat with a sword.

"Are you crazy?!" Before Lu Zhouxue could react, Goddess Wuxian scolded her first, looking at Yaoguang as if she were a madman. Yaoguang didn't care at all. Meeting her dissatisfied eyes, she smiled coldly and said, "You care about the immortal formation and the road to heaven, but I don't have so many concerns."

After saying this to the Goddess Wuxian, the Yaoguang sword moved closer to Xiao Fengzhuo's neck, leaving a thin line on the skin there. She continued in a loud voice, "Xuefeng! You are so patient. Do you really not care about his life or death? Or do you think I dare not do it?"

"Why are you in such a hurry? It's coming." A cold hand suddenly grabbed her sword-holding wrist from behind. Lu Zhouxue appeared behind Yaoguang without her knowing when, with frosty white eyelashes drooping, and the whole person was as cold as snow. The goddess Wuxian was trapped in the strong wind and had no time to care about anything else. Lu Zhouxue first disabled Yaoguang's sword-holding hand, "Mrs. Pojun is so tyrannical. In the past, it was Yu Zhao, and now it's me, Lu Zhouxue. Aren't you afraid of retribution?"

"Retribution?" Yaoguang's hand was broken, and she was in so much pain that cold sweat broke out on her forehead, but she was still arrogant and fearless. When she heard Lu Zhouxue's words, she sneered and glanced at the latter with contempt and disdain. "If I was afraid of retribution, there would be no Yaoguang today. Look at Zhu Huang Yuzhao, didn't he have the ability to crawl out of the grave to take revenge on me?"

"Aren't I here?" Lu Zhouxue said softly. He pinched Yaoguang's throat and slowly tightened his fingers. In fact, he didn't have any deep hatred with her. Lu Zhouxue has always been tolerant and kind. In fact, he wanted more than just her life. But when she held Xiao Fengzhuo with a sword to threaten him, Lu Zhouxue really wanted to kill her. He was not afraid of Yaoguang harming him in every way, because he knew that the other party could not kill him.

But he was afraid that Xiao Fengzhuo would die in the hands of a ruthless person like Yaoguang because of him, so at this moment, Lu Zhouxue really wanted to kill Yaoguang, and only dead people would not cause trouble. Lu Zhouxue tightened his fingers, and Yaoguang gradually felt suffocated in his hands. When she was about to be strangled to death by Lu Zhouxue, Xiao Fengzhuo suddenly coughed, and a mouthful of blood fell on the snow, bright red and dazzling. He raised his head and shook his head at Lu Zhouxue with a pale face.

“A Zhuo!” Lu Zhouxue knocked Yao Guang unconscious and threw her aside, then hurried to support the dying Xiao Fengzhuo, who raised his eyelids towards him with difficulty and said softly, “I ran so far away, but you still caught up with me.”

"Why didn't I come when I didn't see you?" Lu Zhouxue muttered softly. Xiao Fengzhuo's ears seemed to be covered by a layer of cloth, and his hearing was also foggy. He didn't hear Lu Zhouxue's words for a while. He tilted his head slightly and asked softly: "Huh? What did Mianmian say just now?"

"I said, I don't know where you've been, I'm very worried, I have to come." Lu Zhouxue said bluntly, not knowing how much he was like a parent protecting his cub at this moment. Xiao Fengzhuo heard his words clearly this time and laughed, "It turns out that I still have some status in Mianmian's heart."

"Stop talking nonsense." Lu Zhouxue did not refute. He carried Xiao Fengzhuo on his back and was about to lead the others to leave. The Goddess Wuxiang somehow broke through the siege of the strong wind and shouted at the two people who were about to leave: "Where are you going, you brats!"

Seeing that the two men had escaped, Lu Zhouxue knew that a fierce battle was inevitable, so he planned to stay and deal with it, and used Qianli Jiangshan to send Xiao Fengzhuo away first.

The people under the Goddess Wuxiang began to change their pace instantly, and actually set up a formation on the ground. Yaoguang, who was strangled and knocked unconscious, suddenly jumped up, grabbed the sword that fell aside and stabbed towards Lu Zhouxue. The Nine-Directions Killing Formation that had been set up long ago was activated in an instant, and the advantage and disadvantage situation of both sides suddenly reversed.

The flashes of swords and sabers were falling like rain, fast and dense. Lu Zhouxue had overdrawn his strength twice in a row, and his body was not indestructible. He was now at the end of his rope. He turned his head to avoid the sword that was stabbing at his throat, but a strand of his hair was blown off; he turned around to block the fatal sword that was stabbing at his lower abdomen, but the sword light cut the tendons on his wrist.

The Cangyue bow was picked up by Yaoguang's sword, and Lu Zhouxue didn't have time to recall the Tianbai silk. Finally, he made a mistake and the sword light pierced his chest, and blood flowed. Lu Zhouxue staggered, covered his chest and half-knelt down, with his other hand on the ground to barely support his body. Yaoguang's sword was against his throat. The woman turned her back to the wind and snow, her eyes were cruel and indifferent to the extreme: "If I were you, I would not be so merciful just now."

His frosty white hair had long been disheveled while he was dodging, falling down like a waterfall. Just as he was about to raise another Mu Cang Mountain, his wrist was stepped on and broken in the snow. The Goddess Wu Xian stepped on Lu Zhouxue's wrist and threw a bloody cat tail in front of him, warning him: "If you cooperate obediently, nothing will happen. Otherwise, I will cut off his fingers one by one until you obey."

Just now, while Lu Zhouxue was fighting with Yaoguang, she actually captured Xiao Fengzhuo who was thousands of miles away.

The moment he saw the tail, Lu Zhouxue even forgot the pain in his wrist. He picked up the gray tail that had fallen on the ground with trembling hands. It was indeed Xiao Fengzhuo's. Yesterday, the tail was entangled with his hand and causing trouble, but it was pulled off today. All this was because of him.

Lu Zhouxue was so sad that he couldn't speak. He treasured the tail very much in his heart. He didn't dare to think about what else the Goddess Wuxian had done to his Ah Zhuo. Lu Zhouxue took a deep breath. He hated the Goddess Wuxian very much, but at this time Xiao Feng was in her hands. He didn't dare to anger her. He could only say dejectedly as if he had lost all his strength: "Don't hurt him, I'll go with you, I'll go with you."

The iron cage that locked up the immortal gods locked Lu Zhouxue and Xiao Fengzhuo together, and they were pulled by four horses to the old capital of the Immortal Kingdom.

When the Goddess Wuxiang threw Xiao Fengzhuo in, half of his body was covered in blood, and the smell of blood was overwhelming. Lu Zhouxue hurried to catch him, but as soon as her fingertips touched his body, Xiao Fengzhuo trembled due to some conditioned reflex and curled up tightly. The subconscious self-protection action made Lu Zhouxue's heart sink, and she thought that the Goddess Wuxiang had done something else to him.

Holding back the bitterness in his heart, he just gently touched Xiao Fengzhuo's arm and said cautiously: "A Zhuo...?"

"Mianmian?" Xiao Fengzhuo was stunned for a moment when he heard Lu Zhouxue's voice. He blinked his eyes. His voice was weak, and upon listening carefully, he could hear the trembling, as if he was enduring some pain. His tone was a little frustrated, "How did you get caught too?"

"Don't just think about me. Look at yourself. You are so smart, why don't you think about yourself?" Lu Zhouxue choked up. If it wasn't for leading away the pursuers for him, why would Xiao Fengzhuo be injured again? He was wearing light-colored clothes, and the large blood stains on his tail vertebrae were particularly obvious. That was left by pulling out his tail. When Lu Zhouxue thought that his tail was pulled out alive, her heart was broken.

"Mianmian, I'm afraid you will die with me." Xiao Fengzhuo didn't want to take any credit. He leaned on Lu Zhouxue's shoulder and exhaled a faint breath. Lu Zhouxue heard it and said without thinking: "Nonsense, how can you die when I'm here?"

"With what Mianmian said, my life is not lived in vain." Xiao Fengzhuo laughed. Even at this point, Lu Zhouxue did not abandon him. Even if he died, he felt no regrets. However, he could not just let go. He had to leave something for Lu Zhouxue. Xiao Fengzhuo's half-open eyes were a little cloudy, and it seemed that he could not even see the world in front of him clearly. The clouds on the horizon were blown away by the wind, like a sign of some kind of separation.

The wind and snow in his eyes suddenly stopped, but the whistling sound of the wind was still biting. Xiao Fengzhuo tried his best to open his eyes wide to see something, but the last light disappeared with the flowing clouds in the sky. He could not see anymore. He groped in front of him, panic-stricken. When his fingertips touched Lu Zhouxue's Adam's apple, he calmed down. After having an inseparable bond, he was not so calm to welcome the death that came as promised.

But he still tried to speak in a calm tone: "Mianmian, I don't seem to see you anymore."

"Azhuo? What's wrong with you?" Lu Zhouxue saw clearly that Xiao Fengzhuo was different, and he also saw clearly that the other's eyes had suddenly lost their luster. An indescribable fear suddenly filled his heart. He trembled and grabbed Xiao Fengzhuo's hand. His eyes turned red silently, and his icy eyes were full of panic. "Azhuo, don't joke like that. I--"

The rest of his words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't utter them. He was in charge of the world of the dead and could see the unconcealable twilight on the dying. It was the deathly aura that could deprive all vitality and leave only a cold body, just like what was revealed from Xiao Fengzhuo now. Lu Zhouxue understood without any explanation. It was not because of a serious injury or other reasons, but simply because the end of his life was approaching.

"A Zhuo." Lu Zhouxue let out a painful whine from his throat, with despair, powerlessness and self-abandonment. For any other reason, he could have kept Xiao Fengzhuo's life, but his life span was coming to an end. The cycle of life and death was the rule of heaven, and no one in this world could escape it.

"Are you going to leave me too--" Lu Zhouxue lowered her head and buried her face in her palms, letting out a suppressed sigh, and then uncontrollable tears fell, leaving her palms wet.

"Mianmian, don't be sad." Xiao Fengzhuo touched Lu Zhouxue's hair and reached out to hold her in his arms. He patted her on the back again and again, his tone gentle and calm. He said, "All living things must die. This is the fate of heaven and earth. Everyone will have this day. Look at it more positively, okay?"

"When a person dies, he will never see the heaven, earth, sun and moon again, and his veins and bones will turn into dust." Lu Zhouxue buried her face in Xiao Fengzhuo's chest and sobbed, unable to hold back her tears. Once dead, dead is dead. After this life of wandering, flowing through the Yellow Springs and the River of Oblivion, the past is forgotten in the six reincarnations. Who will remember who in the next life? Sitting opposite each other, perhaps they can't even recognize each other's faces. "How do you want me to let go? Ah Zhuo, I am just an ordinary person now."

He had endured ten thousand years of wanting but not getting what he wanted, and he couldn't bear the separation of life and death for the second time.

Xiao Fengzhuo's clothes were also wet. He made Lu Zhouxue cry so hard that she felt distressed. He sighed softly, held up the latter's head with his hands, wiped away the tears on her cheeks with his fingertips, and coaxed her softly against her forehead: "Then let's make a promise, Mianmian, I will come to find you in the next life, is that okay?"

Life and death are determined by fate, so there is no room for him to act so recklessly. Even though he knew that the other party was trying to comfort him, Lu Zhouxue still listened to him and pretended to believe him. He looked up at the person who was smiling at him with tears in his eyes and said, "Are you serious?"

"Really?" Xiao Fengzhuo nodded gently, stretched out a hand with all the nails shaved off and said, "Pin it."

"Azhuo, it hurts." Lu Zhouxue stopped the hook action in mid-air. He carefully held Xiao Fengzhuo's bloody hand, his grief evident in words. The latter shook his head, grabbed his hand with his backhand, leaned over and whispered in his ear: "Mianmian, when I die, dig out my heart and eat it. This way, the heartbreak poison can be cured, and I can always be with you."

Lu Zhouxue didn't want to agree. He couldn't even accept Xiao Fengzhuo's death, let alone cut open his chest and dig out his heart to eat? But Xiao Fengzhuo knew what he was going to say, and pressed his lips before he opened his mouth. Xiao Fengzhuo looked a little tired, leaning on Lu Zhouxue's shoulder. He slowly closed his eyes and said in a calm tone: "Don't refuse, otherwise I won't be at peace in my grave."

After saying this, Xiao Fengzhuo's breathing became long and he actually fell asleep. Lu Zhouxue pursed her lips and silently put him on her lap so that he could sleep more comfortably. Then Lu Zhouxue just sat there motionless. The wind and snow stopped, the sun rose and set, and the prison carriage pulled by the spirit horse went through the snow-capped mountains through the four seasons and entered the deep autumn of the ancient southbound road.

The last dead leaf of the kapok tree fell to the ground with the autumn wind. In Su Shang's bleak eyes, Xiao Fengzhuo never woke up again. His past love, hate, sorrow and joy, those unknown glorious years, and the words he couldn't bear to say on his deathbed, were all like the fallen leaves in the autumn wind, returning to the earth after a desolate and silent life.