Three Realms, Two Lives, One Separation

Lying under the tree with his soul still attached to him, looking at the inscription in his hand, plum blossoms covered his entire body.

Under the harsh winter, it was extremely cold here.

Shaking the snowflakes on his body, he stood up and looked at the sky, and it was snowing again.

"When I'm free like this, I always feel that there are some things I want to do, but I don't do it, and I feel flustered."

After dragging his feet, he went back to his bedroom, leaning on the bed made of warm jade, and the chill had now dissipated.

"Muzu, why are you guarding me?"

Hun Buli once wanted to leave this Asura Hall, but found that he couldn't even get out of this courtyard.

Mu Zu really sent many people to guard him.

"Muzu, I woke up desperately in this winter, just wanting to see you sooner. Now, I realize that you have laid a net for me."

Inseparable from his soul, he fell into a drowsy sleep, and murmured to himself before falling asleep: "Will you still be able to trap me in the early spring tomorrow?"

Mu Zu looked at Hunbuli, so that he could feel a gaze staring at him in his sleep.

Muzu watched Hunbuli slowly wake up, and opened a pair of clear eyes with doubts to look at himself.

The first sentence that Hunbuli opened his mouth was: "It's so late, why did you come to my place?"

Mu Zu looked at the indifferent scrutiny in Hunbuli's eyes, and a stern look emerged for a moment.

Mu Zu unbuttoned his shirt and threw it on the ground.

Looking at Mu Zu's gloomy and cold appearance, Hun Buli didn't feel scared, but instead felt angry, angry, and couldn't help sneering.

The soul is always waiting for Mu Zu to do something to him, it is easy to attack the body, but difficult to attack the mind.

There is no trace of tenderness in Muzu's eyes, crazy emotions will make him lose his mind, and the alienation and indifference shown by Hunbuli make him unable to control himself.

Mu Zu grasped Hunbuli, who wanted to get up in delusion. At this moment, Hunbuli didn't have any struggles, but the black air was entangled on his wrist, and he couldn't move.

There was a chill in his eyes, and he said leisurely: "Muzu, once you say something, you won't take it back."

Mu Zu leaned over and blocked Soul Buli's mouth, this kiss made Soul Buli feel chills from the beginning to the end.

Everything in the world is hated for a reason, love does not breed hate, only disgust.

After the kiss, Mu Zu let go of his soul, leaned over and said, "You don't need to take back what you say, and the person I believe will be mine until death."

Hun Buli usually nodded in agreement, so it seemed like what Mu Zu would say.

Mu Zu finally landed on the forehead and kissed him, and when he left, he said comfortingly: "Don't think too much, go to sleep."

Mu Zu has already made it clear with his actions that he is so trapped that he can't get out of his palm, and he doesn't care what he says or how he looks at him.

Hun Buli didn't say anything, and watched Mu Zu leave.

The soul is inseparable, so I asked myself in puzzlement: "Are you being cowardly, or do I appear to be hypocritical?"

What Mu Zu said just now seemed to comfort him, but at the same time seemed to be threatening him, he shook his head, unable to understand.

"However, you reminded me of one thing. I can be with you, but I can't be with you like this. I'm too weak, so weak that I don't even have the right not to love."

Hunbuli did not expect that someone would come to see him in the Asura Hall, nor did he expect that the first person Muzu let in to see him would be Wutong.

Unexpectedly, it makes sense.

It's just that when old friends meet, things are different.

Hunbuli can't deny that he has plotted against Wutong, and he is ready to be an enemy when they meet again.

Indus initially turned into a three-point resemblance to Ying Feng, but now, it has become exactly the same as Ying Feng.

At this time, Wutong is no longer a illusory piano soul, but has become a tree demon that has been completely transformed from vegetation spirits and monsters into human form.

Hunbuli looked at Wutong with doubts in his eyes. He didn't know how Wutong managed to get rid of the shackles of Wutong Qin and return to the essence of Wutong tree.

Wutong raised his jaw, closed his mouth that was so surprised that he opened it, and said with an undiminished smile: "Are you surprised? Wutongqin has been destroyed long ago. Standing in front of you is the tree demon, Wutong"

Without leaving his soul, he knocked off Wutong's hand expressionlessly, and Wutong took it back with a smile and a nonchalant smile.

Hunbuli looked at Wutong, looked at the faint smile that was always on the corner of his mouth, frowned and said, "Don't laugh like that, it looks like you're crying."

Wutong's smile froze on his face, he looked at the earnestness from the bottom of his heart, and for some reason, he felt sad when he said this.

After hearing this, Wutong rolled his eyes, and looked at Hunbuli with a smile that was not a smile, and said: "Back then, I left you and went to find Yanduan. Didn't you acquiesce? You asked me that, I didn't want to follow Yanduan to find Yingfeng Is it? It is the beginning that lured me to today.”

Hunbuli looked at Wutong's mask-like smile, a fake smile, closed his eyes and said guiltily: "Muzu asked you to be a lobbyist, it was a mistake, you see, even though you don't know what you have gone through What, when I face you, I want to stay away from here even more.”

A gust of cold wind blew, and a few snowflakes shattered and fell in front of the two of them, blowing the fragrance of plum blossoms.

In this cold wind, Wutong withdrew his smile, looked at his soul as cold as ice, and asked closely, "Did you know that I like Yanduan, before I even realized it?"

Hunbuli dodged Wutong's gaze, deliberately looked at the heavy snow outside the hall, looked far away and said: "Let's end this topic."

After saying this sentence, Hun Buli withdrew his eyes, looked at the close Wutong, and said without hesitation: "Don't ask questions knowingly."

Wutong took a step back, his silent smile brought tears to his eyes, he half-kneeled in front of the couch where souls never leave, and looked at souls with tears streaming down his eyes.

He said each word gently, as if he was telling someone else's story: "Buli, do you want to know how I became the tree demon Wutong?"

He didn't want to say this sentence, but he didn't say it, because he knew that although he was sorry for Wutong, he still wanted to know how Wutong suffered and became what he is now.

Wu Tong looked at the inseparable soul, and said: "After Yan Duan found Ying Feng's bones, the first thing he did was to completely destroy me. Yan Duan first split the body of the piano piece by piece, and then broke up the spirit He said that Ying Feng was dead, and it was useless to keep me. Yan Duan buried my remains in front of Ying Feng's grave, and wanted me to be buried with Ying Feng. Now Yan Duan believes that Ying Feng refined me and paid the price. So Ying Feng's death is related to me."

No matter how painful it is, Wutong always smiled like this when he said it, like a fake mask.

He couldn't believe that Yanduan would do such a great job, he had never regretted it so much, he knew that Wutong liked Yanduan a long time ago, but he didn't count, Yanduan would treat Wutong as dust and destroy it at will.

Wutong said mockingly: "Buli, the saddest thing is that I can't hate Yanduan, I can only blame you, you see through but don't say anything, and in the end because of selfishness, you pushed me into the abyss"

Hunbuli was a little confused, he stood up from the couch, the harsh cold wind became the warmth that wiped out the debt in his heart.

Hunbuli was pressed by Wutong's shoulder with one hand, and he sat back at once. At the last moment, Hunbuli asked Wutong the most critical question in his relationship: "Why did you become Yingfeng after you transformed again?" appearance?"

All of Wutong's expressions collapsed quickly at that moment, and when he recovered the smile on his face, he said, "I don't know, after I transformed again, it will look like this."

Hunbuli heard this and shook his head. He seemed to be freezing badly, and his whole body was shaking. He didn't know whether it was emotional or the cold from the snow. After calming down a little, he said: "Because I want to be a substitute, because the secret love is this The most unreasonable thing in the world is that as long as the other party takes a second look, they will be happy. Wutong, the one who is not loved, still entangles him is to be willing to degenerate, to be sad and not to be pitied."

Wu Tong was almost speechless, he could only give a wry smile, and said undeniably: "I am incurable, but Yan Duan is also a poor man"

After this sentence, Hunbuli knows that Wutong's love seems to be engraved in his soul, and he doesn't regret it when he is gone, and he even sympathizes with a person who ruined himself. He knows that no matter how cruel he is, he can't stop Wutong from going to this dead end.

This was an unhappy reminiscence, they became strangers to each other, friends, and agreed to stay together, but with a debt and incomprehension, they went further and further away.