The expressive voice dropped with the sharp sound of the piano.

A beam of white light suddenly emitted from Yao Guangqin, sweeping towards the Emperor.

"What the **** ?!" She flickered, never thinking that the speed of the white light was too fast, and came to her almost instantly.

"Shake !!!"

Before being wrapped in a piece of white awn, Di Fuyao only heard Ye Zhongyuan's roar full of worries.

Immediately afterwards, her mind was forcibly filled with pieces of memory.

Fragment of memory is like a devil claw tearing her head, giving her a headache.

"Boss, boss, are you all right?" Di Gouyou worried.

Emperor Fu shook his frown, sorting out the memory fragments forced into his head.

Suddenly, a piece of memory emerged clearly, and she tried hard to see that it was a place like a paradise.

Among the large purple frost ghost flowers, a woman wearing a red dress is slim, with a purple frost ghost flower in her hand, smiling like a flower.

"This appearance!" Di Fuyao was surprised.

The woman in red looks exactly like her!

One eyebrow, one move, one smile, all seemed to be her copy.

"Qinger." Qing Yan's jade-like magnetic male sounded.

Emperor Fu shook his eyes and saw a white-clad deity appearing. He had a drawing board in front of him and a paintbrush in his hand.

"God, what use are you playing with those landscape paintings all day long? I am a beautiful woman who is not willing to draw a stroke while standing in front of you. I said, do you have a broken back?" The woman in red laughed and laughed , That tone is almost the same as Di Fuyao.

The shrine was not mad when he was teased, instead he took the paintbrush and continued to outline the intoxicating landscape.

"No matter how beautiful the landscape is, there will be a dying day. The reason why I paint landscapes is to retain the beauty of this moment. But you are different. You are always by my side, accompanied by every day. Why should I paint your portrait? What about a memorial? "

The woman in red was a little unwilling, but came forward, standing in front of the drawing board, and willfully removing the unfinished landscape map.

"Everyone said that your **** painting is the best in the world. No one in the world has ever seen you paint a portrait. My demon Qing wants to be your first beauty!"

Hearing a woman in red claiming to be a demon lady, Di Fu shook her mouth slightly, was this really her past life?

Oh no, it ’s a past life?

The oracle touched Demon Qing's head pettiously, his eyebrows were as soft as ever, "Okay! In this life, my deity only painted a portrait of Qing Er alone."

Since then, everyone in the world knows that the gods who love landscape painting have changed their portraits.

How many women dream of thinking about being a model of the portrait of Lord God, but only sigh with regret.

Because of the deity, he only painted portraits of Yao Qing in his life. Under his brush, no other woman had ever appeared.

Di Fuyao watched quietly as the fragments of memory were opened and then reunited.

In the fragments of memory, she saw the emotions experienced by the red-haired demon Qing and the white-clad **** in the wild purple frost ghost flowers.

The more intense the relationship between the two, she originally thought that the two would love each other, but did not expect the memory fragments to shatter.

The sweet and beautiful picture seemed to be severely torn apart by anyone, leaving only a scarlet one.

When the memory fragments were reorganized again, it was a picture of the two being forced to separate.

The picture is very messy, with smoke everywhere, flying sand and stones. Just above that high city wall, a demon who was proud of the phoenix in red and looked coldly at the gods under the city wall, her eyes were extremely indifferent. Roll away and never appear before my eyes. "

No matter what method was used by the deities under the wall, the gate could not be opened.

The city wall of the copper wall and the iron wall was the enchantment she set with all her strength and isolated all his hopes.

"Qinger!" No matter how he shouted, the demon Qing's eyes still made him strange.

"Qinger, have you forgotten eachother between us?"

The **** shook his back and took out Yao Guangqin. "You said, you like me to play the piano for you. Did you forget this Yao Guangqin?"

The sound of the piano rang through the city, making a heartbreaking faint sound.

Emperor Fu Fu felt heartache when she looked at it, but the person who hurt her was not a god, but a red demon lady standing on the wall.

The goddess only saw the indifference on Yao Qing's face, but she could not see the crystal clearness of her eyes.

"Oh, you really don't give up?" The red-haired demon chuckled up, buried the trace of his eyes in a deep, aloof tone, "but it's just a harp, I can make it, and I can make it No longer exist! "

After that, the red-eyed demon was tied with both hands, and a powerful force suddenly shot out and hit Na Yao Guangqin.

The shrine was too late to protect Yao Guangqin. When her powerful force came to attack, Yao Guangqin broke into pieces.

This blow was as if he had hit his heart with a severe blow, and it hurt him to tear his heart.

"After seven days, it is the time when I and the clan of the clan get married. If you dare to disrupt and destroy my happiness, I want you to be different like this Yao Guangqin!"

After dropping this sentence, the red demon lady turned her head and disappeared.

Emperor Fuyao felt that the red-haired demon lady was iron-hearted to make the gods die.

Not only to leave him, but to marry someone else!

To the oracle, this is tantamount to a massive blow.

I saw the heart of God holding the pieces of Yao Guangqin.

Emperor Fu shook in shock and found that the black air was even emitted from his body.

The white fluttering was directly dyed black.

The deities in a black robe are like immortals and demons, as well as evil.

He waved his hands expressionlessly, put away Yao Guangqin's shards, and stared at the closed gate with red and dim eyes.

"Your demon is my life, and death is my soul. Even if I live, I will entangle with you!"

The fragments of memory came to an abrupt end, and Di Fu's intentions were still full.

She wondered what happened later.

Yaoqing is going to marry someone after seven days. Did the **** go to the wedding scene and destroy it?

What happened between the two, why did Yao Qing have to be deceived by her? Is there a hidden feeling in it?

In the end why did the demon Qing die, leaving the **** to wait for so many years?

Could she really be the rebirth of Yao Qing? ?

Too many questions haunt her.

Suddenly a white light flashed in front of her, and she returned to the bamboo forest.

"Shake, how are you doing?" Ye Zhongyuan looked at her nervously.

It seems that when she reproduces the memory fragment, the time outside is just a few seconds.

"Qinger, do you want to say that I have nothing to do with you?" The **** laughed extremely desolately. "The demon Qing in the fragment of memory is your first life. Seven thousand years ago, you fell into reincarnation, I have waited for you for seven thousand years. Do you really want to abandon me again now? "