Our Lady stepped forward to help Fuyao, and her painful heart finally got some comfort, anyway, Fuyao's spirit finally remained, and with the spirit, she still had the foundation of cultivation, and the possibility of returning to heaven.

Taking 10,000 steps back, even if she can't rank in the immortal class, she is always luckier than being a mortal, at least, with a body of cultivation by her side, her life in the mortal world will be better.

"Fuyao, go to the mortal world, practice hard, explain to the immortal family in the mortal world for the master, and ask them to take good care of you, you have to devote yourself to the Tao, don't let down the hard work of the teacher. Our Lady supported Fuyao and told her bitterly.

Fuyao's tears rolled down, knelt down to say goodbye to the Virgin, and said: "The apprentice is not filial, so that the master is embarrassed, and he can no longer be a disciple of the master in this life. ”

As she spoke, she kowtowed and kowtowed heavily, and the sound of kowtow knocked on the heart of the Virgin, and she looked at Fuyao distressedly, but she was helpless.

After kowtowing, God will depart with Fuyao.

Coming out of the Sanyuan Palace, the demon army returned to the demon clan, and the soldiers of the snake clan also returned to the snake king city.

On Fuyao Mountain, the mountain of Fuyao flowers swaying in the wind, she fell against the wind, fell into a tree of Fuyao flowers, the ears are insects and birds, the breeze and water, fairy beasts and fairy spirits shuttle among them.

This Fuyao Mountain is still the same as before.

The warm wind came in her face, and the swaying flowers of a tree blew down, and she stood among the flowers in a white robe, looking at the swaying flowers falling with the wind, but she was not necessarily very happy.

She always thought that by killing Fuyao, she would be able to avenge Xiao Tuanzi, and the hatred in her heart would be less.

Now, Fuyao is finally self-reaping the consequences of his own evil and falling into reincarnation forever.

But her little group fell into the hands of the Ghost Venerable.

Her husband will never come back.

She looked at the swaying flower in front of her in a daze, and only felt that it was like a dream, this dream was long, but it was short.

In the sea of silver-white flowers, behind her, a white figure condensed out, he was dressed in a white robe, his long hair like ink was tied up in a jade crown, his handsome face was as flawless as jade, his indifferent eyes were raised, and his gaze fell on her.

In the sea of silver and white flowers, she stood in a white dress facing the wind, the wind swept the flowers past her, blowing her long white hair curled, she turned to look over, and saw him standing behind him, his cold expression was like the snow in the mountains, arrogant, cold, with an unapproachable sense of distance.

Her figure, the moment she looked back, crashed into his eyes.

He looked at her, his heartbeat leaked inexplicably, looking at her, he had the same emotion in his heart, that kind of taste, strange, but familiar.

"I kept the spirit of Fuyao. He spoke, saying.

The fingers in her sleeves suddenly tightened, looked at him coldly, and said, "So, what are you going to pay me?"

He said, "What do you want?"

She walked over and reached out to caress his handsome cheek, this face, she had been so infatuated, he was her curse engraved in the years, it was the indelible calamity of her life, but now looking at this face, she felt extremely ironic.

She looked at him mockingly, laughed mockingly, and said: "The deity lacks nothing, only a face to accompany the bed, this face of the emperor, the deity is very happy, it is better to compensate you to the deity, how about it?"

He looked at her in silence, an unfathomable undercurrent in his obsidian eyes.

Does she know what she's talking about?

(Markor Literature-)