The main hall was calm, but that was only a precursor to an impending storm.

With the departure of the love, the main god who was high above, with a murderous aura on his gloomy and cold face, stared at the stubborn Mo Ran below viciously, and his tone was as cold as a cold pool for ten thousand years: "As long as you don't pester her, and tell her your love, your dirty feelings are just lying to her, I will consider sparing your life." ”

Situ Moran smiled coldly, the coldness and perseverance in his eyes were so dazzling, he leaned over, looked directly at the main god without the slightest fear, and laughed without warmth: "Joke, even if all the heavenly realm, the human world, the demon world, and all the qiē in the world are completely ruined, my love for her will not dissipate, let alone say these words that go against my heart in order to survive." ”

"You~~~!" The main god's face changed, black and white, and his body trembled slightly: "I think it's your mouth is hard, or the heavenly punishment is hard, and when the time comes, your soul will be scattered to see how you still love." ”

When the main god waved, it was as easy as sweeping away a grain of sand.

The scene changed in an instant, an empty and reckless place, there was no day or night, only the endless darkness and desolation, Mo Ran was tied to the Heavenly Thunder Pillar, and the 10,000-year-old Xuantie pierced his ribs and imprisoned.

Although extremely wolfish, the deep dark eyes were already bright and stubborn.

The purple Xuantian thunder day and night, the fire of the jade earth, the soul and ** two-way, endless torture.

This is the heaviest punishment in the heavenly realm, and even the main god will suffer a heavy blow.

Although Mo Ran was conceived by heaven and earth, after nine hundred and eighty-one days, the torture of infinite time will also be scattered, I am afraid that there is no such person as him in heaven and earth.

Halfway through the punishment of this day, it was also the most sensational day in the Heavenly Realm.

The daughter of the Lord God is about to be married, to the most powerful disciple of the Lord God.

In the boudoir, the woman of the world, the phoenix crown and the curtain have long been worn neatly, but the beautiful makeup can't hide the paleness and sadness under the makeup, and the original clear and agile eyes are empty and sad, and they have long lost their former brilliance.

The sadness on her face seemed to render all the joyful things in this world with a rich sadness.

The same red-robed Shenluo squatted forward with a jade cup, his eyes flickered, he couldn't bear it, and said softly: "The Lord God ordered me to bring it to you to drink." ”

Hollow like her, like a silent porcelain doll, it will be damaged when touched, and the beautiful and moving eyes don't seem to be in focus, indifferent, extremely indifferent, but a little tremor in that indifference can still capture her state of mind: "Is he okay?"

In addition to pity and loss, there is endless heartache in the dark eyes: "Drink it, as long as you and I get married, he will be safe." ”

He wanted to selfishly keep her by his side, and kept comforting himself in his heart, which was the best choice, but the pity in his eyes kept struggling and stinging his heart.

"Soul Eater Soup?" said a bleak smile, as if there could be nothing to bring her back to life, and her empty eyes stared deeply into the fall.

The burning disappointment and disgust frightened the Darkfall, and he dodged his eyes, not knowing what to do.

Suddenly, Mu poured his legs bent, knelt on the ground, and kept praying: "Please, please don't give me a soul-devouring soup, I don't want to be a puppet without a soul, I can't forget him, please~~!woo~~!"

Ying Luo was surprised, and hurriedly helped up the love on the ground, but she refused to get up, her eyes were full of fear and panic.

"Okay, don't drink, don't drink!" Mingluo smoothed her back like a child, and her eyes were full of unbearable color.

Now she is still full of vitality and vitality, and now she is still beautiful, but she is like a silent porcelain vase and beautiful jade.

After getting the answer he wanted, Mu smiled affectionately, and the smile made Ying Luo stunned and stupid.

How long has it been, how long has it been since I saw that bright smile.

And the sudden arrival of the Lord God caught them by surprise.

Styx hurriedly put the jade bowl into the space and helped up the kneeling on the ground.

"Have you packed up? The hour is coming soon. ”

I don't know if it was because the things that the main god wanted to do were finally done that made his deep face smile a little bit, but when he saw the expression of fear looking at him behind the dark fall, the originally faint smile instantly froze, and turned into a more and more gloomy face.

He lowered his sleeves and said coldly: "The time has come, you'd better cooperate with me, otherwise I will let that kid disappear into the world at any time." ”

After that, he walked out of the boudoir with a black face, and just arrived at the door, he said coldly: "Did you let you give her something to drink?"

The sharp slap in his eyes made Ying Luo a little flustered, and he hurriedly said, "Just take it." ”

"You'd better not disobey me. The man with a warning eye drifted to the front hall in an instant.

There is no holiness and light in the current Lord God, which is even more terrifying than the most terrible demons in hell.

His world brooks no disobedience, no one can stop what he wants to do, and he can't tolerate anything that escapes his control.

As everyone knows, when he wanted to give birth to a love but there was an extra Mo Ran, the situation had already changed.

Although he is the god who created all things, he can't stop emotions.

With thousands of miles of red makeup, he rode a high-headed horse and came slowly.

Immersed in her fantasies, she couldn't extricate herself.

The bright salute, the fantasy is colorful, the grand wedding is about to take place, and the memory has come to an abrupt end again.

Mu Qingqing, who contained the memory, had already burst into tears.

Their love is too heavy, too fierce, too unforgettable, and their love is too loyal.

The memory stopped, and then Mu Qingqing didn't know, she didn't know whether Mo Ran was dead or alive, and she didn't know whether the girl called Confession was married to Mingluo.

She is just the reincarnation of thousands of reincarnations, and although she has accepted so many original memories, she still feels that she is what she has nothing to do with that relationship.

But can she really do it without care?

That relationship was so hot, violent, burning that she almost stopped breathing, and as more and more memories returned, the lieutenant general knew that all she could still return to her heart like this?

If she really married at that time, wouldn't she betray that earth-shattering love, if she didn't marry her and found Mo Ran and was forced to separate, then she was in reincarnation, is he also in reincarnation?

In case she encounters him, and he is really not Situ Moran, then how should she choose?

Let her be with Situ Moran calmly, it seems that she really can't do it at that time.

What should she do?

She doesn't like to think too much about things, but it only adds to the sadness.

However, if some things are destined to happen in the future, she can only be at peace with the encounter, and find life in the peace of the encounter.