"This is a marriage certificate, isn't it similar to your world?" Wangshu took out two small red notebooks from the placket of his clothes.

Cen Duxiao opened the small notebook, and there were two small portraits attached to it, which were portraits of her and Fusang, which were vividly painted.

There was a neatly written text under the portrait, and she was about to look at it carefully, only to hear Wangshu's voice hot and warm, like the sound of jade, like water and song, and slapping on her heart word by word:

"Under the whole world, all things are born, only you are the top of my heart, the pearl of my palm, seeping into my bones, melting into my blood, can not be parted, let the world turn a thousand times, do not change the original intention, never lose each other. ”

"How do you ...... How do you know?"

Cen Duxiao's eyes were red, looking at and listening to the words on the "marriage certificate", her heart was surging, like a mirror-like lake flooding with layers of microwaves.

She mentioned the marriage certificate that night, thinking that he was just curious and casual, but he actually listened to it and drew it?!

Suddenly, tears welled up in her eyes, falling little by little.

Wangshu's eyes were hazy, as if there was a clear mountain spring, and what was about to overflow was tears, and it was a love that he couldn't hide or give up.

Cen Duxiao is like a thousand threads, winding him in it, and can turn his hundred steels into finger wrapping, making him irresistible and unable to escape, and he is willing to be trapped in it.

He said affectionately, "Twilight, I love you. ”

At this moment, it was like a spring rain watering the originally barren land, and the life underground broke through all obstacles and was reviving little by little.

It turns out that the heart beats, is this feeling?

My heart was beating so fast, so fast that my brain was dazed, as if I was dreaming, and my breathing became rapid and out of control.

She is the only one who is a touch of beauty in his chest, his cinnabar mole, his heart's blood, and white moonlight.

Cen Duxiao put the "marriage certificate" into her arms and put it in her heart, she touched the ring on her ring finger, and said softly: "Yizhi, I love you too." ”

Wang Shu's heartbeat skipped a beat, his eyes flashed, and there was a trace of sadness, and tears slipped quietly at this time, I don't know whether it was sadness or joy.

Cen Duxiao hadn't seen Fusang cry a few times, this man didn't cry when he was injured, and he didn't cry when he was so painful that he died, only when he was hurt by her again and again, he closed his eyes and burst into tears. Drop by drop of his blood and tears, he turned into sharp knives and pierced her chest and lungs.

Seeing him crying, she was so distressed that she couldn't stop crying.

Fortunately, everything has passed, and no matter what twists and turns in the future, no matter what conspiracy, they can no longer be dismantled.

It's just that she doesn't understand why Fusang is crying at this time, is she as moved as she is?

Tears of happiness are indeed more difficult than tears of sadness.

Today, the personality charm of Fusang's little milk dog is infinitely magnified in her eyes, and she begins to slowly accept such Fusang, it is all him, and they are all Fusangs worthy of her love and cherishment.

She gently wiped away his tears, twisted her fingertips, and the tears on her fingertips solidified into solid teardrops, she held the tears in the palm of her hand, and said softly: "I won't see Xianggong crying in the future, I have to collect it quickly." ”

Wangshu's eyes were covered with mist, but the corners of his lips hooked up a warm smile, he was a little sour, and a little helpless: "Only you can think of it." ”

Who else could have thought of such a strange act of collecting tears as her?

"Wedding ......" Wangshu said with a sudden pause, he acted as if nothing had happened, and continued, "I originally planned to ask Chiyun to witness the wedding, but now that the Divine Tree has not been repaired, we can't go down to the underworld, and he can't come up, so we can only slow down for a while, okay?"

Cen Duxiao was immersed in sweetness, she didn't notice anything wrong with him, she shook the small red book in her hand, and said with a smile: "Okay, it doesn't matter if the wedding is held or not, anyway, I am your wife, we have a marriage certificate as proof, you can't get rid of me in this life, it's too late to regret it now." ”

Wangshu looked at her with a smile, only her in his eyes, and he said, "How could I regret it." ”

He grabbed her hand and pressed it to his chest, "Do you hear that?" he wanted to say, it was my heartbeat, it was Wangshu's heartbeat.

"You ......"

Cen Duxiao was stunned for a moment, Fusang's heart was saved by her, he changed his body and gave birth to a heart again?

His real body is Xuantie, he shouldn't have a heart, so will he suffer another catastrophe?

She was worried and repeatedly reminded herself that no, not this time, she would love him well, cherish him well, and would not let his heart hurt again.

......

Above the clouds, Tiandao's face sank again and again, and in an instant, the entire sky was as gloomy as night was approaching.

He looked down at the Yanyang Hall under his feet and said coldly: "You lost, it's time to go back with me." ”

"I ......" Fusang entangled repeatedly, and half of his divine consciousness became more and more dim, like a candle flame that was about to burn out, and even such an ethereal thing as divine consciousness could give birth to a painful pain to the bone.

Tiandao's face floated with imperceptible sadness, but his voice was like a Hong Zhong: "What are you still hesitating about? You see it, Wangshu is no different from you in her heart." ”

"That's because I told her that Wangshu was also me, so she ......"

Fusang stubbornly retorted, Tiandao sneered, and interrupted bluntly: "Don't deceive yourself, if she really loves you, how can she not tell the difference between you? ”

Fuso looked away, not daring to look at the person who looked the same as himself and affectionately proposed to her, which should have been done by him.

At this moment, he was so envious of Wangshu, envious that he could be with her from life to death.

Wangshu was manifested by the integration of his divine consciousness into the sword body, and Wangshu was another incarnation of him, but this incarnation was moved by self-consciousness.

Wangshu is reluctant to admit that he is Fusang, just as Fusang is unwilling to admit that he is the way of heaven. Fusang and Wangshu have the same relationship as Fusang and Tiandao, but they have the same origin but are different.

Fusang really wanted to take Wangshu as himself, and he comforted himself that Wangshu was his other personality, but why couldn't he help but feel sad, as if his consciousness was collapsed?

He had worked so hard for so long, he tried so hard to stay, but he couldn't do it.

He muttered in a low voice, "There will be him who will love you for me, Ah Yan." ”

He turned his head and flew into the clouds, and he said, "What do you promise me count?"

Tiandao could clearly understand Fusang's feelings, he sighed, his voice was a little painful, "Of course, as long as you are willing to come back, Dijun is useless to me, and he can be punished." ”

"Dijun is at your disposal, I am her. "Fusang died once, hatred has been weakened, and the only thing he can't let go of in the world today is his Ah Yan.

"As long as she no longer endangers the common people, I will not embarrass her again. After Tiandao agreed frankly, he made up for Fusang's sore spot, he pointed to Wangshu and said: "In the future, it is expected that Shu will be by her side, and she will not want to destroy the world for Wangshu, so I naturally don't have to take her life, what do you say?"