Chapter 1,298 Zhang Jiulin’s past life

This is a cozy little house. The doors, windows and roof are all decorated with hangings that are only used when getting married. Next to it is a big red wedding bed. The Demon King is leaning on the bed in an extremely charming posture and looking at me. Blinked.

I swallowed my saliva involuntarily and my breathing became rapid. She was so beautiful.

Watching her stretch out a finger and give me a naughty hook, I walked over with my feet in a strange way, but found that it was very inconvenient to walk. When I looked down, I was shocked to find that my original clothes were gone, and now What he was wearing was a set of clothes worn by the groom in ancient times, with a bouquet of red flowers hanging on his chest.

Damn it, no matter how stupid I am, I understand at this moment that this Demon Lord is probably lonely and wants to find me for entertainment.

I suddenly panicked and lost all desire. I froze in place and didn't know what to do.

Marry her? nonexistent.

But if I don't obey her, I can't think of any way to leave, and I noticed that Li Mazi is not in this room at the moment. God knows where the evil has taken him.

Seeing my doubts, the Demon Lord sat up from the bed, looked at me lovingly and said, "Don't worry, now that you have become my husband! Your friend will be fine."

It was full of threats. If I didn't obey her, Li Mazi would be ruined. But I don’t understand why the Demon Lord falls in love with me? She has reached the level of the Supreme God, and her status is higher than that of Bald-tailed Old Li, so it is definitely not her desire to do something with me.

conspiracy? It's not like I can't stop her from doing anything to me.

Let it be what it is, I decided not to dwell on it anymore, and went straight to the point and asked: "Why me."

"Do you know that no one has been able to take that thing away from Fengdu for thousands of years, not even the top eunuch merchants in each dynasty?"

The Demon Lord said something that was not what she asked. I was stunned after hearing this. I looked at the Eternal Spirit Ring in my hand and thought about the meaning of her words.

She seemed to be telling me that the Eternal Spirit Ring was given to me intentionally by her!

"No need to guess, I mean no harm."

The Demon Lord stopped looking at me and waved his sleeves, and a picture appeared next to me.

This is a village that has been ransacked. Everywhere you look, there are broken arms and limbs, dead people and people who are about to die. They are lying on the blood that has not yet solidified. Everyone has their eyes closed, silently accepting their fate. .

Judging from the clothing, these are ordinary people with flat heads. There are occasionally soldiers wearing armor among the corpses. It should be the result of individual people fighting back!

The dressing style of these soldiers is obviously different from that of ordinary people, similar to the Central Asian people, and they should be Turkic warriors.

There were two peak periods for the Turkic invasion of China. One was during the Northern and Southern Dynasties, when they went south to attack the Northern Zhou Dynasty. The second was when the Turks rose again during the Sui and Tang Dynasties.

Judging from the clothing of the common people, it looks like the style of the Wei and Jin Dynasties, so I concluded that this scene is from the Northern and Southern Dynasties period.

The whining continues, but the enemy has already looted elsewhere. All the injured people know that what awaits them is nothing more than death.

At this time, a white horse came from a distance, and sitting on it was a beautiful woman. She was dressed in red robe, but she looked like a fairy. She was obviously a practitioner.

The woman got off the horse, frowned and looked at the battlefield that was like the world of Asura. With tears in her eyes, she rescued the still living people from the pile of dead people. Then she went up the mountain to cut firewood and collect herbs, and brought these people back from the line of death. .

But God was not kind, and there were many natural disasters in the Northern Zhou Dynasty that year. At night, heavy snow fell from the sky, and the firewood chopped by the woman was not enough to withstand the cold winter.

More and more wounded people begged her to leave. No one wanted the kind fairy to die with rotten people like themselves.

But she did not leave. Instead, she used her cultivation to turn into warmth and help everyone resist the ice and snow.

The snow fell heavily for three days and melted for three days. For six days, the woman did not drink a sip of water or eat a grain of rice.

When the sun appeared on the morning of the seventh day and everyone cheered that she had escaped death, the woman never got up again.

She sat for too long and couldn't move!

The people were not ungrateful. Everyone was crying and trying to find a way to save her, but there was no doctor among them, and no one could save a person with cultivation like her.

Everyone gave up and knelt down in front of her in tears, preparing to send her off for the last journey.

At this time, a young Taoist priest who traveled all over the world and was unparalleled in brilliance passed by here. He was greatly moved when he learned about it from the people. He first used his spiritual power to help the woman get through the nerves numbed by sitting for a long time, and then used his own energy to help the woman. Blood poured into the woman's throat.

While the Taoist priest used his cultivation to protect the woman, he searched for rare medicinal materials in the mountains of ice and snow. If he was lucky, he could catch one or two game animals.

He would always smile and nod as he watched the woman drink the broth in one mouthful.

Three months is neither long nor short. The woman has recovered her health and has no problem protecting herself.

After she woke up that morning, she didn't see the simple food that she saw every day when she opened her eyes. She panicked and ran out to search all over the world like crazy, but she never saw the Taoist priest again.

She knew that she was used to it, and it was really terrible to get used to it. She might have been emotional, but she didn't know it.

My eyes widened when I saw this, and I looked at the Demon Lord in disbelief. The Demon Lord still didn't speak. He waved his hand and the scene changed.

It was a full moon night, there were no people around, there was only an ancient well, the woman stood alone in front of the well, looking at the moon and not knowing what she was thinking.

Suddenly, she looked down at the bottom of the well, and the handsome face of a young Taoist priest actually appeared in it.

She smiled at the well, then suddenly cried again, tears sliding down.

This well is called the Acacia Well. There is a legend about this well. Every time the moon is full, the face of the person you love most in your life will definitely appear in the well.

After watching all this, I understood everything, because the woman in the picture was obviously the Demon Lord, and the young Taoist priest was me.

To be precise, it was the Demon Lord and a person who looked exactly like me.

I sighed, not knowing what to say.

The Demon Lord didn't look at me anymore. She turned her back to me and asked me if I could fulfill her wish that she had been waiting for for thousands of years.

This time there was no threat in her tone, but a plea.

I dare not think about it. She has been waiting for a thousand years for someone with the same appearance as her benefactor. How can I bear to refuse?

"good!"

I agreed directly. After hearing this, she trembled, then turned around and threw herself into my arms.

She told about her pain and how many years she had been waiting by the lovesickness well, while I listened to her cries gently.

After an unknown amount of time, which seemed like minutes, and then seemed like a century, we stopped.

"I...it's time to go..." Although I couldn't bear it, I had to leave.

She nodded and waved her hand faintly: "Go away! I know you are not him, but I really miss him and am grateful to him. I miss him so much..."

As she spoke, the Demon Lord began to cry. Her tears did not fall on the ground, but were like crystal pearls.

These are exactly the ghost tears I need. I want to ask for them, but I am embarrassed. After hesitating for a few seconds, he took a deep look at her and left resolutely!