[Rebirth] My CP is always elusive

"The lotus comes out of the mud but not stained, and the clear ripples are not demon...how did you become a demon?"

"...not all, I'm a half-demon"

The man in the memory was playing with the wooden flute, and retorted as usual.

He always rejects his demon blood.

Ning Jue couldn't help laughing, facing the empty room.

Since that half-demon died, Missing was like a rusty knife, cutting his heart from time to time, not fatal, but dripping with blood, the pain was unbearable.

"Time is always passing, the dead are dead, the living are still alive, and the pain only lasts for a few years."

Ning Jue thought calmly, his cold nature made him choose to forget.

He no longer mentioned the other party, nor let others mention it, he no longer looked at things about the other party, and even tried not to think of the other party anymore.

He feels he has succeeded.

Secretly, the Feiyan Pavilion disciples were discussing the more silent Pavilion Master.

He no longer dreamed of each other.

The disciples were afraid of the pavilion master who couldn't sleep at night and became more moody.

He is no longer affected by things that have traces of the other party.

The disciples uprooted the lotus pond for ten miles overnight.

Maybe, even if one day, that person stood in front of him alive, he wouldn't be so moved.

In the underground palace, a large amount of precious herbs were consumed on the withered body of the flower demon.

He feels he has succeeded.

Ning Jue couldn't remember what he did afterwards.

He came to the place where the two met, and stumbled upon a battlefield thousands of years ago, full of aura, although there was also plenty of resentment, but even if there was a ten thousandth hope...

It is not easy to plant the best grades of Concentration Grass and Purple Jade Grass. Ning Jue did not dare to be sloppy, and he planted each plant by himself.

During those hundred years, people began to say that the master of Feiyan Pavilion lived in seclusion, but in fact he was just planting seedlings into the ground day after day.

The resentment in the ground is indeed very heavy, even a monk in the out-of-body stage will inevitably be affected. After planting the spirit grass, his legs can no longer move.

Good luck did not come, the sky was overcast, Ning Jue took off a stalk of spiritual grass, watched it turn into a hideous ghost face between his fingers, and dissipated into ashes, his face was very gloomy.

Ning Jue stayed in the grass and thought all night, and at dawn, he suddenly had an idea, since this land can't be used, why didn't he create the same land with abundant spiritual energy and little or no resentment?

Another century-based plan has begun.

This time, not only Ziyu Immortal Grass and Concentration Grass were included in the plan, but also monks from the cultivation world.

Draw a big cake to attract monks one by one, and when the time is right, they can stay on this land forever.

The plan went smoothly, and the name of Happy Secret Realm spread far and wide in the past 200 years.

During this period, this land... oh, it should be called Xiaoyao Secret Realm, and some sneaky half-demons or monsters appeared. They came from the gap leading to Xiaoyao Secret Realm from overseas, with unknown intentions.

Ning Jue didn't care about it. Although the man was also a half-demon, he had always complained about his blood of the demon race, so he had always disliked the demon race.

Not long after, fate favored him for the first time, and Ning Jue found the last blind medicine, at the seminar in Shaoshan.

The heart that had been stiff for many years gradually recovered, and he almost forgot the taste of joy, so strong and pure.

He is going to wake up.

Ning Jue admitted that she was a little carried away, and slightly disrupted the originally orderly plan.

But this is not a big deal, Ning Jue thought.

The long wait made him impatient, and the long longing tortured his patience.

The so-called forgetting is nothing but self-deception, the old time is like a shadow, and the longing is lingering.

"...The fragrance is clearer when it is far away, and the net worth of the pavilion can be seen from a distance but not played with... I think this word is wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"Aren't you in my arms right now? I think it's better to watch from a distance, and play with close up..."

Ning Jue spoke ambiguously, but the other party did not cooperate.

"Oh, lightly pick."

"Don't ever doubt my mind"

Ning Jue smiled.

"For you, I am willing to do even if it is a matter of divine punishment."

The westerly wind blows the curtain, and the gauze in the pavilion slowly rises, and the fragrance overflows the pond, and the voices of the two sitting by the lotus pond gradually decrease.

The half-truth and half-false joke at the beginning has become a prophecy.

The author has something to say:

The villain is really not easy ╮(╯_╰)╭

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