Looking at the very weak green fruit in his arms, Long Ji fed the nine-tailed demon fox's inner dan to it without hesitation. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Lu Guo was already very weak just now, and he pounced on the nine-tailed demon fox like that, and he had already consumed all the energy of his body, so now he didn't have half of his strength, so he was lying dead in Long Ji's arms now, where did he know what Neidan. The dragon lifted its head, and the inner pill ran down its throat into its body.

Seeing that the green fruit ate the inner dan, Long Ji was relieved, so he turned around and walked towards the cliff with the green fruit in his arms.

The rain was still very heavy, but Long Ji didn't feel bad at all, he watched the green fruit fall asleep in his arms, and his heart was as peaceful as a pool of clear water.

Thinking of that time, Long Ji was so fortunate that he was able to save the green fruit, but now, he began to be afraid, he was afraid that he would lose the green fruit forever, after all, he had lost it for so long, so long that he didn't dare to imagine that the green fruit could return to him again.

But when it really came back to him, the green fruit was missing because of him again.

He hated himself, why didn't he have the ability to protect it, why he didn't have the ability to keep a peace for it, he didn't dare to think about it, if the green fruit really didn't appear again, then how would he spend the years to come, or would he kill himself with a sword and say goodbye to this cold world?

He didn't dare to think about it. He couldn't afford to lose once

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From the day he met Luguo, he felt that he was beginning to owe it. It redeemed him like a god from the endless darkness, bringing to his gloomy world a light that had not existed in the years before him, or even scarce.

He felt that it seemed to take all his strength to meet it.

He even thought that maybe one day when he was no longer a majestic general, he could take it back to the field and build it

A thatched hut can shelter those ups and downs in the future, and then plant a fruit tree, open a few acres of barren land, and from now on work at sunrise and rest at sunset, and live a life of no more killing, that may be more happy than the glory of one.

But he never imagined that he would not live a glorious life with it in the end, nor would he live a life of returning to the garden.

The fire came so suddenly, it burned all his pride, all his dignity, all his luck, and all his light.

In the past, he knew that a fire could burn a city beyond recognition, and could burn a home to ashes, but he didn't care, because he had no relatives and no home, but he hated it at that time and came to the conclusion too early, if he wasn't so arrogant back then, would the green fruit not leave him.

He didn't know at that time, he cared about a person, and even a word that he didn't care about would make him feel extremely remorseful, but words had no power, what separated them was the cruel fate, and his remorse was just a reaction that he didn't want to accept the facts.

Long Ji flew in the golden sunlight, but he felt that his whole body was in a cold and snowy land, and the cold made him tremble, but he couldn't tell whether his body was trembling or his heart was trembling.

Perhaps, because I have seen the ruthlessness of fate, I no longer believe in the so-called good luck. That's who said that caring about a person will think of everything in the worst place.

And this kind of care is not about love, the farther it is beyond love. It was the pitiful hope of a lonely soul for the light, because no one likes to live in darkness forever, they all want to see the light, but they never meet it.

But he had encountered it, and he had tasted the taste of light, which made his lonely soul that had been sleeping for thousands of years jump, like a child who had received a handful of colorful candy, and wanted to eat it, but he was reluctant, so entangled and so caring.

But God seems to have a unique fetish, even a little close to perversion. He always seemed to like to take away what others cherished, and still smashed it in front of him to show him first.

This practice may not be something that a pervert can describe.

And he lost it once, so he no longer wants to pin that small hope on the God who likes to play with others.

He had never begged anyone in his life, he didn't need it before, and even when he was humble, he never wanted to ask for someone, begged someone to give him a hot meal, begged someone to give him a complete piece of clothing, never.

But later, when he wanted to ask for someone, he didn't have that opportunity, because God took away the most important person in his life at will, and even didn't give him a chance to beg for mercy. He thought countless times that if he could give him the opportunity to beg for mercy, he would definitely grovel to the cruel God for mercy, begging him not to take away his Fu Yan, not to hurt it, he was willing to use everything to bear anything, as long as his Fu Yan was safe and sound.

However, everything was too fast, and it took him a long time to react before he started crying loudly, crying hoarsely, crying so helplessly, so sad, like a child who has lost candy, it makes people look extremely distressed.

After searching the whole pond, all the green fruits that looked like them were just lotus leaves in the pond, and his anxious brows were furrowed tightly, without the majestic appearance of breaking thousands of troops on the battlefield, but like a parent who had lost his child. is so humble, contaminated with the smell of fireworks, which makes people look worried.

People often use fireworks not in the world to describe the gods, but they don't think about it carefully, in fact, it's not that the appearance of the gods doesn't look like fireworks in the world, but that they don't have the feelings of ordinary people.

They never worry about firewood, rice, oil, salt, or life and death, so they don't seem to eat the fireworks of the world, so no matter how powerful a person is, no matter how high a person is, as long as he is contaminated with feelings, then he can escape from the world, and there is no difference between him and ordinary people.

And at this time, Long Ji was already such a person, between his eyebrows and eyes, there was a worried look, he was worried about losing, afraid of losing, so anxious, so melancholy.

The golden sunlight in the sky did not shine into his body in the slightest, because it was already dark and blocked all entrances.