She suddenly sat on her knees like a puppet with a broken thread, full of resentment and unwillingness, and cried out in pain.

She knelt alone, crying like an abandoned child, as sad, so desperate.

He left with his back to her, without the slightest hesitation, and walked into the palace gate, and the white figure gradually faded away.

He didn't even look back, he didn't even want to look back at her, there was no attachment, no half.

In front of the gate of the magnificent Tiangui Palace, only her desolate cry was heard, and on the stone steps behind her, Hua Yao, who was dressed in a moon-white robe, slowly walked up, stood behind her, and looked at the invincible demon god, like an abandoned woman, kneeling there embarrassed and sad, crying sadly.

He looked at her, his throat parched, his eyes darkened, and he walked over and crouched down, and handed the handkerchief in his hand.

She cried so sadly and helplessly, turned her head to look at him blankly, and when she saw that it was him, she cried even more uncomfortably, dragging her crying voice and asking helplessly: "Why, why can he do anything that has never happened to your immortals, is it all heartless?"

She loved him, she loved him for hundreds of years, and hundreds of years of love was just a dream for him, a pawn of a plot of power, didn't he never be emotional, never moved

Hua Yao looked at her silently, his fingers trembled slightly, a strange emotion flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly reached out and took her into his arms.

Even if it is an immortal, how can it be without a heart.

If he really has no heart, then why is his heart so unbearable?

"Yan Gu, you are the Lord of the Demon Realm, except for it, what you should have is the pride of being the Lord of Darkness, to you, it is nothing, you are Yan Gu." He said in a deep voice.

She is the proud king of the demon world, and he would rather her be cold and arrogant than humble in front of her like this.

This is not the bone of his heart.

At the door of the main hall of the Tiangui Palace, Yexi's handsome face was like a mask without a trace of emotion, and he walked into the main hall without hurrying.

He entered the main hall, flicked his sleeves, and the door behind him closed with a "bang", isolating Fuyao and others who were chasing from the door, but the moment the door was closed, the blood surging in his chest could no longer hold back, and with a "poof" sound, a mouthful of blood spit out, his handsome face was pale, and he tightly covered his heart.

He looked down at his chest, and the white placket was covered with the blood left on her pinched palm, and the crimson color was shocking on the white placket.

Her sad interrogation flashed in his mind, even if it was one, wouldn't there be a little affection

However, how could he have attachment, Hongchen, he had already seen through it, how could he still have attachment.

It's just a dream, waking up from a dream is waking up, no attachment, no reluctance.

He retracted his gaze indifferently, gathered his mind, walked to the couch and sat down with a breezy step, and closed his eyes again in a half-seat posture, and kept his mind down.

Outside the palace gate, there was a sudden exclamation from Si Jun: "Hey, it's snowing." ”

On the top of the magnificent Tiangui Mountain, in the sunlight, the white snow flew down, and the disciples in the Tiangui Palace came out of the house in amazement, standing in the courtyard and looking up at the wind and snow in the sunlight. Since the beginning of the Three Realms, there has been only sunset and daylight on the mountain, and there is no night, no darkness, and no rain or snow on the mountain.

(Markor Literature-)