"This necklace is made by herself when Yan Ji was caught and imprisoned in prison for three years when she was on a mission, she picked up the scarce small stones around her little by little and polished them until they were smooth and smooth, but the dark red stone in the middle was stained with blood on her fingers, a little bit of soaking, she once said that in those three years of describing the dry and muddy prison life, this necklace was her most precious wealth, supporting her to survive, and she always carried it with her" The red-clothed flower emperor choked up again, but he held the smooth necklace tightly and kept stroking it in the palm of his hand. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"This necklace is a spiritual thing, impregnated with the painstaking efforts of Miss Yanji's life, and contaminated with her popularity, so there will always be some images of the master's last death, do you want to see it?" Bai Cang opened his mouth indifferently, but there was a slight sadness in his tone, reminding the declining red-clothed flower queen.

"I want to see" was silent for a moment, and the red-clothed flower emperor finally nodded firmly, thinking about her deep in his bones, no matter how cruel that scene was, he only wanted to see her face.

"Are you sure?Human life is limited, she must have been an old dragon when she died, maybe not the young beauty of the flower and moon that you expected in your impression" almost cruelly said this sentence, but there was a bit of self-pity in Bai Cang's blue eyes, whether it was a shemale love or a human fairy love, the most cruel reality they had to face was that the lover would grow old and die first, and he would live forever.

"I love her, I can accept all her appearance, no matter how old and ugly I am, I will not have the slightest dislike" The flower emperor insisted on seeing it, but he kept persuading himself in his heart not to be sad, not to cry bitterly, and not to let others see his ugliness.

"Okay" sighed in a low voice again, and Bai Cang raised his hand again but gently touched the dark red heart-shaped spirit stone, with a cold fragrance coming, but it seemed that something that had been sealed for a long time was slowly showing up little by little.

Qing Huan stood aside and silently watched the red-clothed flower emperor sit silently on the ground, but he stared at the stone in his hand with an obsessive face, and what was reflected in the dark red stone was a wrinkled face, with silver hair, but his temperament was still good.

"Baiyou, if you see my current appearance of the old dragon clock, will you dislike me?" The white-haired old woman raised her wrinkled hand like tree bark, gently held the bronze mirror carved on the back, and looked at herself quietly, but she said this sentence slowly, this voice is extremely old, and it has long since lost the agility and crispness of her youth.

"Of course I won't" as if to be able to talk to it across time and space, the red-clothed flower emperor gently stretched out his hand, his fingertips gently touched the smooth stone, his eyes were red but there was endless nostalgia and tenderness, as if he wanted to caress her silver thread with his own hands, but unfortunately the touch was a fantasy, without the slightest temperature.

The silver-haired old woman laughed, put down the bronze mirror in her hand, but picked up a comb and gently combed her almost completely snow-white silver hair, and slowly said to herself, "Speaking of which, Baiyou, why do you think that your overly stunning appearance is a burden? In my opinion, there is no one in the Three Realms who can be more worthy of the word Flower Emperor than you, and your beauty seems to me to be the most beautiful scenery I have ever seen in this world."

"Hehe" The red-clothed stunning flower emperor held the necklace in his hand but chuckled, but the face that has always been mean and without the slightest emotion is the first time a faint smile rippled, that smile is very beautiful, even if there are red tears in the corners of his eyes, but at the moment he laughs, it makes Qing Huan and Bai Cang's breath stagnate slightly, that smile is too charming and bright, as if the entire dark tower becomes full of flowers in an instant, and the sun shines.

"Baiyou, as long as I think of you in my heart, I feel very warm, so I am no longer afraid of death, if I can meet again, I hope that I will be free like the wind in the next life, so that you don't have to suffer for me anymore" The old man's voice came into Baiyou's ears, but it made him feel a strong sourness in his heart again.

Quietly watched her lie down, a silver hair wandering on the ground, slowly closed her eyes, but there was a shallow smile at the corner of her mouth, she died of old age without pain, tears kept dripping in Baiyou's eyes, but she chuckled, once he was afraid that she was thinking of her sorrow and living in fear, and finally ended up depressed with hatred, fortunately, all this was not what he imagined, she passed alone, but it was a happy and happy death, no pain, no resentment, nothing, which made him feel a lot better in his heart in an instant。

With the dark red stone made a soft sound, all the scenes ceased to exist, and at the same time, there was a faint mark in the center of the stone, which made him feel shocked, and he wanted to repair it, but he used several spells in vain, and the white light touched the stone as if it was automatically extinguished, no matter how hard he tried, the cracked mark could not be repaired for half a minute.

"This stone has exhausted its spiritual power, and it will completely convey the information that the master wants to convey the most, and it will no longer have spiritual power and will be completely broken, and it cannot be repaired with all mana" Bai Cang saw his hurried and sad appearance, but he opened his mouth coldly again, and a pair of blue eyes reminded him with a very sober light.

"I see" The red-clothed flower emperor sighed softly, but he stayed in place a little suddenly, holding the necklace of the stone tightly in his hand, and then spoke, but the depressed and painful emotion in his eyes disappeared a lot, and he just said to the silver-haired fairy monarch on the side, "Thank you, let me be able to see her for the last time, I already feel a lot better in my heart"

"Why thank me, I just let it play its role as it should be, what you should really be grateful for is the obsession of Miss Yanji, the kind of desperate desire to let you know that she is not in a painful mood" The silver-haired Xianjun's always cold blue eyes faintly revealed a little loosening, he thought it might be because of the long-lost touch, and he tried his best to let his lover live well without burden.

"Si Ren has passed away, and I can be regarded as understanding the long-term regret in your heart, and I hope you can cheer up and live well as she wishes" Qing Huan quietly walked in front of the stunned Hua Huang, squatted down with some comfort in his blue eyes, and patted him lightly on the shoulder.

The red-clothed flower emperor sat silently for a moment, and did not respond to her, and then raised his eyes, but the emotions in his eyes had returned to normal, as if those sad and painful feelings just now had passed in a flash, and then spoke, a pair of beautiful eyes were as bright as stars, and said with a chuckle, "You still want to go up, let me assist you, as she said, the only advantage I have is probably only the knowledge of grace and retribution."