Eternal Sacred King - Chapter 3320

Su Zimo looked at the blood-robed woman, feeling agitated and in a trance, for a while, she didn’t know if this person was really an illusion.

The two have been separated for more than 80,000 years.

Unlike Dieyue, who turned into a butterfly in Pingyang Town, once in Zhongqian World, the two were separated by life and death.

Su Zimo didn’t even know whether he would be able to see Dieyue again when he ascended to the Great Thousand World.

What will Dieyue look like when we say goodbye?

Until this moment, he didn’t know that Dieyue was still the person he was thinking about day and night, and he was even younger than before.

There is a hint of girlishness on the free and easy and lazy face.

Su Zimo once saw Dieyue die in front of him with his own eyes.

That kind of despair, that kind of powerlessness, that kind of pain, once made him want to die, and he was deeply trapped in it.

He was far away from his old homeland, and he once traveled alone, traveling three thousand worlds, and relieved the misery in his heart, but it was still difficult to liberate him.

Just now, the moment he saw Dieyue, all the pain and pain disappeared.

There was only endless joy in his heart.

Su Zimo’s eyes were red, and her eyes were reluctant to leave, but she just stared at Dieyue, and even couldn’t bear to disturb her.

I don’t know how long it took.

The blood-robed woman suddenly snorted and said, “You stared at me for a long time, so rude!”

While speaking, the blood-robed woman opened her eyes and looked towards Su Zimo.

“what?”

Seeing Su Zimo’s appearance, the woman in the blood robe pursed her lips, and a smile appeared in her beautiful eyes, and said: “You are also interesting, why did I just say something to you, you are so wronged, and your eyes are still red. already?”

Su Zimo’s heart trembled, and there was a faint sense of unease. He quickly stepped forward, came to the peach tree, and said in a trembling voice, “Dieyue, don’t you recognize me?”

“Why should I recognize you?”

The blood-robed woman stared at Su Zimo for a while, then shook her head and said.

Seeing Dieyue’s appearance, Su Zimo didn’t look like he was joking with him at all. He couldn’t help but flicker, and his face instantly became extremely pale!

In his mind, what the Evil Emperor said back then emerged.

“She is a new born in the Great Thousand World, not a rebirth.”

“The so-called new life means erasing all traces of this life.”

“A new born in the world of Daqian, she may become any one of the ten thousand clans, and she will forget everything in this life, including you.”

In the end, it was still said by the evil emperor.

The two meet again but do not know each other.

Su Zimo felt a pain in his heart.

The joy just now was also washed away a lot.

At this moment, the blood-robed woman said again: “Also, I’m not called Dieyue, my name is Su Die.”

“what?”

Su Zimo was stunned for a moment and asked, “How come your surname is Su? Who gave you that name?”

“I took it myself.”

Mentioning this, a glint of pride flashed in the eyes of the blood-robed woman, and said, “I was raised by a group of butterflies. The first word I spoke was Su, and the first word I recognized was Su.”

“I guess, I must have been an amazing person in my previous life. Su is so important to me, it should be my surname…”

The blood-robed woman didn’t finish her sentence, but she saw Su Zimo’s eyes were red, and she was already in tears.

In the reincarnation of one life, Dieyue almost forgot everything in her previous life, and even forgot herself.

but did not forget him.

On the peach tree, the woman in the blood robe looked at Su Zimo, who was already crying, and her heart trembled, feeling distressed for no reason.

The blood-robed woman closed her eyes and was silent for a long time. She suddenly floated down, came to Su Zimo, and asked softly, “What’s your name?”

“My name is Su Zimo.”

Su Zimo cried with red eyes and replied softly.

“Oh.”

The blood-robed woman responded casually.

Su Zimo wiped away the tears on his face, took a deep breath, and said, “Miss Die, I want to tell you a story, would you like to hear it?”

“It depends on whether you speak well or not.”

The blood-robed woman smiled slightly.

Su Zimo nodded, trying to calm down as much as possible, revealing the color of memories, and said softly: “There is a small town on Tianhuang Continent called Pingyang Town.”

“There is a scholar in the town who has a house of his own, and there is a peach tree like this in the yard.”

While speaking, Su Zimo pointed to the peach tree beside him.

In any case, Dieyue still remembers something.

If not, these peach trees would not be planted near her residence.

Su Zimo believes that the time in Pingyang Town still left a deep impression on Dieyue’s heart.

He hopes to use this to awaken the memory of Dieyue’s previous life.

Su Zimo continued: “The daily life of a scholar is ordinary, nothing more than reading and writing, until one day, he went out to meet a red-robed woman who was seriously injured and comatose, and he rescued her…”

Su Zimo met the two for the first time, left him three gifts when Dieyue left, and then he continued to practice, chasing Dieyue’s footsteps, and came to Zhongqian World, and the two finally met…

Then the two of them joined hands to fight the sky and the earth, smashing the heaven, and finally Dieyue died at the hands of Brahma’s ghost mother…

This story is very long.

Su Zimo fell into the memories of the past, and before he knew it, he had already talked for three days and three nights.

He didn’t realize that for such a long time, the blood-robed woman’s face did not show the slightest impatience, just listened to him quietly like this, never interrupting.

On the contrary, when he talked about the emotional part, there was a touch of tenderness in the eyes of the blood-robed woman looking at him.

After the whole story was told, Su Zimo came back to his senses and breathed a sigh of relief.

“The story is wonderful.”

The blood-robed woman smiled lightly: “You don’t mean to say that the scholar in the story is you, and the red-robed woman is my previous life, right?”

“Don’t you believe it?”

Su Zimo didn’t expect to tell everything about his previous life, but it still didn’t work, he couldn’t help feeling anxious.

With a move in his heart, he quickly took out a picture scroll from the storage bag and unfolded it in front of the blood-robed woman.

On the scroll, there were two people, a man and a woman.

The man with black hair and blue shirt, his eyes like torches, is Su Zimo.

The woman’s blood robe reaches the ground, looking down at the world, it is Dieyue.

This is a painting that Hua Xianmo poured to Su Zimo before his ascension.

“Miss Butterfly, look.”

Su Zimo pointed at the two people on the scroll, and said, “This is a painting given by an old friend of Zhongqian World. The people in the painting are not us?”

The blood-robed woman glanced at the painting, her eyes fell on a line of small characters in the lower right corner of the scroll, and she read it softly: “May Junior Brother Su find her soon and join hands in this life.”

The woman in the blood robe looked at this line of characters, smelled the faint fragrance from the painting, and suddenly asked, “This is given to you by a woman, right?”

“Yes.”

Su Zimo nodded subconsciously and said, “The painting fairy of Qiankun Academy, Senior Sister Mo Qing.”

“Senior Sister Mo Qing, why haven’t I heard of you?”

The blood-robed woman stared at Su Zimo and asked with a half-smile.

“I…”

Su Zimo was asked for a while.

In the story he just told, most of them are talking about their thoughts about Dieyue, and others naturally save as much as they can.

Sudden!

Su Zimo’s heart was shocked, he reacted, looked at Dieyue in disbelief, his expression was excited, but he didn’t care much, stepped forward to grab Dieyue’s hands, and asked in a trembling voice: “You, you remember, right? wrong?”

A blush appeared on Dieyue’s face, but she did not break free. Looking at Su Zimo’s eyes, full of tenderness, she nodded lightly.

Su Zimo’s heart was about to explode, his blood was boiling, and he hurriedly asked, “When?”

“Just when you’re crying.”

Dieyue pursed her lips and smiled.

Su Zimo blushed and looked shy, but he was extremely happy in his heart.

When he was crying, the story just now had not been told yet.

Su Zimo said, “Why didn’t you tell me earlier, it made me…”

Dieyue said softly: “We haven’t seen each other for a long time. I want to hear you talk to me. Even if it takes three days and three nights, I feel that it is not enough.”

Su Zimo’s heart warmed when he heard it, and he wrapped his arms around Dieyue in his arms.

The two felt each other’s heartbeats and hugged each other tightly, almost doing their best, as if afraid that the other would leave again.

And this time, the two knew that no one could separate them again.