Three Times Reincarnation

When I saw a lady in a blue dress being dragged over by two maids, I couldn't help but be shocked and blurted out, "Aunt Thirteen!"

Her long hair was scattered, and her ten fingers were stained with blood. Her originally elegant face was now covered with wounds caused by swords, which looked extremely terrifying, but when she coughed, she whispered, "Qingyin, it's really … "Sorry …"

I moved my lips, not knowing what to say.

"Which one is this?" Tianhui asked expressionlessly.

"To reply esteemed Empress, this Little Demon was originally a servant by my side. It only came up from the mortal world because it had taken a fancy to her embroidery skills." Unexpectedly, this little demon had the intention to climb higher. Many times he took the opportunity to get close to the Crown Prince and was discovered by my maid. "After some interrogation, I found out that she shared a line with this Little Demon Empress Qing Yin, and we were even familiar with each other. I didn't dare to delay any further, so I ordered the servants to interrogate her carefully, and only then did I learn that this Little Demon Empress had once heard from the drunken crown prince that the words' Qing Yin is similar to the face of the previous crown prince's consort '…"

"Enough!" The Heavenly Queen waved her hand to interrupt Long Seventh Princess' narration. "I heard earlier that there was a demon realm spy by her side. How did that happen?"

Princess Long Qi's expression immediately turned somewhat awkward. "That's a rabbit demon. It was originally locked in another place, but before His Majesty could interrogate it, it had already fled …"

The Heavenly Queen frowned and suddenly sneered, "Then forget it." In the next few days, it will be a great war between the Immortal and Demon Realms. With that, he flicked his sleeves and left.

Princess Long Qi gave a bow. "Respectfully sending off the Heavenly Queen."

When she turned around, that malicious smile was restored on her face. She lowered her head and leaned over and whispered, "I don't care who you are. Let's see how you can escape this time!"

Looking at the scenery from a high vantage point should be a very comfortable thing to do.

However, if he was tied up and watched them for days on end, the taste of the breeze wouldn't be pleasant at all. However, fortunately, the little fox was handed over to his master, so he was the only one to bear the brunt of the suffering.

I yawned and feebly opened my eyes. Because I was at a high place, I could see the end of it at a glance.

The sky was dark, as if the sky had been covered with a layer of thick black ink, and below it were the dense armies of the two armies. Purple lightning flashed like snakes across the sky, one after another, causing me to feel weak, and I quickly closed my eyes. Even my feet were trembling a little, and I wanted to roll down from this crappy place, dig another hole, and bury myself in it.

Not far away, the back of a man could be seen. He was dressed in a bright yellow robe and looked extremely dignified. He placed his hands behind his back and said, "Demon Lord, what do you want to do?"

My heart stirred slightly as I heard a familiar male voice say indifferently, "Senior Brother, why do you ask when you already know the answer?" His voice was deep and beautiful, just like what he had heard many times when he returned to his dreams in the middle of the night.

For a split-second, I mustered the courage to open my eyes and look in the direction of the voice.

His red clothes fluttered in the wind, but there was an extremely lazy smile hanging on the corner of his mouth. Adding to that, his deep phoenix eyes slightly perked up, as if everything in the world was not even in his eyes.

My heart was beating crazily, my mind was blank, my eyes were fixed on him, I couldn't move away from him.

He was the Demon Lord, but he was also Yan Jing.

I don't know how to describe the feeling. It was as if my heart had been pierced, slashed, and wounded by a sharp weapon; or as if an invisible hand had opened and crushed my heart; but more than that, it was a secret joy, a joy of reuniting with someone I hadn't seen for a long time.

In those days in prison, I finally found out that he was the one I thought about the most. Looking back on the days I had spent with him, I felt nothing special about him, but when I looked at him more closely, I felt a sense of nostalgia.

Then I began to wonder what would have happened to me if I had not gone to the end of the Yellow Springs. Even if it's fake, I'm afraid I'm willing to do it.

But unfortunately, there were no ifs in this world.

"The person you want is right behind me. As long as these 100,000 soldiers return to the demon realm, I will immediately present her to you with both hands." The yellow-clothed man looked up and spoke with a tone that contained a trace of seduction and consolation.

Yan Jing's gaze shifted a little. Perhaps it was my imagination, but I had the feeling that for a split-second, his gaze would pass by me, and then it would disappear without a trace of change — I bit my lips and silently lowered my head.

Yan Jing's tone was as cold as ice, "Senior brother, are you joking? "What I want …" He coldly laughed and casually said word by word, "Never, never the one in front of me." His voice was deep and rich, but in my ears it was like a dull knife cutting through my insignificant thoughts bit by bit.

He had already said the three words "kill without mercy" a long time ago. How could someone as proud as him possibly not put an insignificant lesser demon, who had injured his face, in his heart?

"Qing Yin, don't think too much of yourself!"

I spat at myself for a moment, then closed my eyes again, and for a moment it seemed to me that the thunder was getting closer to where I was standing on the dais.

"So it seems that I am the senior brother here. "Could it be that you're still thinking about Ah Hua?" The yellow-clothed man seemed to have restrained his good nature as he said coldly.

"Hua, you are not worthy of reciting this name." Yan Jing smiled and slowly said word by word.

"Junior brother, I'm not talking about you …" It's been so many years, and I'm afraid that Ah Hua is no longer in this world. You've been worried so much that you didn't even hesitate to start a war between the two realms.

The corner of Yan Jing's mouth contained a smile, but his eyes were cold and solemn. "This is a matter between me and Hua, what does it have to do with you?"

"Since that's the case …" From beginning to end, the man who had turned his head away from me revealed half of his profile — — It was actually the purple-clothed man whom I had seen in my dreams before. He still had a golden crown on his head and a nine petal red lotus pattern on his forehead that was vivid and lifelike.

Yan Jing's icy gaze swept over once more. He lifted his lips slightly and suddenly let out a haughty yet charming smile. "She's just a toy to pass the boring time …"

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw a ball of blue colored smoke suddenly shoot out from his fingertip. With a speed that caught him off guard, it pounced towards him.

At the same time, above my head, there was a sudden clap of thunder. I stared at the flame in the air and heard a slight sound. My body seemed to have been hit by something.

The scene in front of my eyes suddenly began to spin. My body lost all support and fell down.

The sound of the wind blew past his ears, and he could still hear that extremely familiar low and deep voice sighing heavily, as if carrying some regret and unwillingness, "Eh, you didn't actually hit? "What a pity …"

In that instant, I only felt that my eyes were slightly wet, as if they were about to surge out, but my heart was extremely calm.

Falling into a wad of fish meat cake like that was not a very decent thing to do.

The scene in front of my eyes blurred and even my breathing became luxurious. Just as I was about to close my eyes, I felt something wrap around my waist, stopping the seemingly endless descent.

"Do not be afraid..." "Don't be afraid …"

Who is it?

I shook my head with all my might, trying to get rid of this strange feeling. Subconsciously, I grabbed onto something that was within my reach, but my eyes didn't open. It was only when I felt my feet touching something that I gradually managed to calm my breathing.

He stealthily opened his eyes and saw a large expanse of lavish purple cloth. It was embroidered with dragon and qilin, two mythical beasts that looked vivid and lifelike. Looking upwards, I was stunned for a moment before I mumbled, "Jingyao …"

"It's all right." He gave me a light pat on the back. His face was as pale as a sheet of paper, without the slightest trace of blood, yet he forced out a soothing smile.

When I saw it, I felt my nose go sour. I wanted to say something, but I couldn't find the words, "You …" "You …"

"I said that I will protect you …" This time … I will definitely protect you. "

As soon as these words entered my ear, my heart shook violently, as if something had shattered into powder. As if it was an ancient surging tide that crossed the long river of time, completely submerging me.

How about I call you Akiva?

— Awa, would you like to go with This Sovereign?

— Wa Hua, the Demon Army is invading. Are you willing to share the worries of this sovereign?

— Awa, would you like to take the rank of general?

Married to this sovereign?

— — Wa, Wa, Wa …

I looked up at the familiar yet unfamiliar face of the man in front of me and felt a splitting headache coming on.

Who is it?

Who is Hua?

Who was Clear Sound?

Who was Jing Yao?

Who am I, anyway?

Right at this moment, a thunderous shout resounded in his ears: "Evil child!" It was the yellow-clothed man that stood nearby with an enraged expression.

Jing Yao raised his head with no fear on his face. His expression was calm as he said, "Imperial Father."

"You are so stubborn!"

"Father." "Before I came here, I had already made up my mind – she dies, I die; she lives, I live." After saying that, he released his arms from around me and lowered his head to lie on the ground. His forehead touched the ground and he said in a calm tone, as though it was a casual conversation with an ordinary person, "I hope royal father can grant my wish."

I stood there in a daze. I looked down at Jing Yao, who was trembling lightly on my shoulder. Then, I looked up at Yan Jing, who had an indifferent expression, and my mind was completely blank. It was as if there was nothing there, and I couldn't find the direction.

Who is Hua?

I looked around blankly... No, I'm not her, I'm just a little fish demon that's lived for three hundred years. I'm Qing Yin, I'm not Hua …

But in his mind, there were countless scenes flooding in, the time that he went back to was like a feather breaking, there was a bright scenery, there was a Dragon King, there was a man in purple — — However, this was not all of them, in the depths of his heart, there was a persistent voice that led everything, once again looking forward.

In a trance, a red figure seemed to leap along with the wind. His eyes were as black as ink, and the emotions in his eyes were as deep as the ocean. His thin lips lightly opened as he called out, "Hua …"

My chest felt like it was on fire, and thunder suddenly exploded in my ears. I subconsciously wanted to cover my ears with my hands, but found that I couldn't even move a finger.

I tried to look in his direction, but all I saw was a white light. I couldn't see anything. It seemed that someone was screaming.

Finally, everything became pitch black and not a single sound could be heard.