The divine light on Qingfeng God's body was gone, and he curled his fingers to hold Tu Ling tightly, and golden blood seeped into the black jade jue from his body with many holes.

"I'm not wrong!" The half-grown boy struggled out of the pit on the ground, "What's wrong with me?" I was just...... It's just doing what you've done, and you don't give Ah Yue a way to live! But I must let him live again! ”

"You, you gods, are struggling to survive on our bones! Are you right? ”

"Why do you say I'm wrong? I wasn't wrong! I want Ah Yue back! ”

His voice was high-pitched and poignant, with a feeling of weeping blood, and his black and white pupils had all the malice that understood everything, staring at the eyes of the sky coldly and blatantly.

Above the nine heavens, the god in charge of divine punishment looked down on him indifferently.

The thunder that shook the sky gathered again, Qingfeng didn't look at the purple thunder that could tear his soul apart, his trembling hand moved on the jade jue, forcibly suppressed the restless jade jue, but before he could move, his pupils suddenly trembled, and he suddenly took a step forward, looking at the sky covered with black clouds in a daze.

I saw that on the heavenly dome, a flower bud emitting a dazzling red light fell straight through the black cloud-covered sky, and it was one step faster than the thunder in front of him, under the layers of thunder and lightning, it bloomed soothingly, and the soft and bright wide petals bloomed instantly, wrapping the little god in, and then it was instantly shattered by the thunder that followed, revealing the two little figures hugging inside.

The thunder around him exploded, and the little god was crushed in his arms by the young man who was emitting a soft white light all over his body, blocking all the thunder out, and the white light on the young man's body faded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Time seemed to stop, the little god struggled to turn over, to protect the white figure under him, to give the slaughter spirit in his hand to the young man with warm eyebrows, his eyes were greedily fixed on the little boy in the gentle white robe in front of him, and his lips trembled: "Don't be like this, Ah Yue, don't be like this." ”

He twisted his cheeks, his voice was flawed by pain, and the remaining divine light was about to cover the white-robed young man's body in a surging form, but as soon as he left his body, he was forcibly pressed back.

Mingyue held her simple hair in a bun, and her deer-like pure black eyes had a warm smile in her eyes, and said, "Ah Feng." ”

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, Ah Yue, you, you take this, this, there's endless life in this, you, you can"

"I don't want it." Mingyue's remnant divine soul suppressed the little god to death, and the dissipating white divine light separated them from a small nest without wind and rain, but he didn't seem to feel the pain of the dissipation of those divine souls, and his voice was full of quiet and calm softness, and said: "Ah Feng, admit your mistake." ”

"No, no, I'm not wrong!" The voice was poignant, with undisguised grief and resentment, "You, you are fast, Tu Ling, this is Tu Ling......"

"You're wrong! Stand corrected! ”

Mingyue's small face had a resolute expression, and the thunder and lightning shattering behind him reflected his warm face extremely sharply.

"Ah Yue, don't be like this, please, don't be like this, you let go of me...... You're going to be gone, let me go......"

"Boom~"

"You're wrong! Go back to heaven and admit your mistakes! Admit your mistake to the master! ”

"I'm not wrong, Ah Yue, we're not wrong! Ahhh What's wrong with me? It's clear that they're at fault! Ah Yue, Ah Yue! ”

"Admit your mistake! Back to Heaven! I want you to live well for thousands of years! Do you hear that? Admit your mistake! ”

The remnant soul with a white glimmer clasped Qingfeng's shoulder, and his eyes were filled with moist light, reflecting Qingfeng's quaint and handsome face, and at the end of the words, his voice was tragic and desperate, but in the blink of an eye, it was a bitter tenderness, "If you save me, it is such a price, I would rather disperse my soul now." Ah Feng, obedient. ”

The little god's neck was bruised, his eyes were full of Mingyue's quiet and gentle eyebrows, and the purple thunder behind him, his vocal cords choked, his Adam's apple rolled, and words and blood came out, "I! Wrong! Finish! ”

The grief and anger continued, but the dignity cracked.

The faint remnant soul could no longer resist the power of the thunder, and it dispersed like a light smoke, but he showed a reassuring smile, bowed his head slightly, put his forehead against Qingfeng's forehead, and said very lightly: "The mole in the center of your eyebrows is really ......."

"Boom~"

The thunder that had not dissipated in the sky slammed down, the breeze opened its clear pupils, the originally gentle and soft faces in it suddenly shattered, the eyes of the little god were like ashes, and the body was curled up by the aftermath of the thunder, and a broken moan came out of his throat, "Ah Yue......"

The heart is so distressed that I can't even cry.

"I was wrong!"

He choked and coughed, and it was as if snow had suddenly fallen in his eyes, and even if the thunder and lightning boiled in the sky, it could not fall into his desolate eyes.

"What kind of heavenly way is this? That's what I'm going to bow my head to? Ha, haha, a group of sanctimonious executioners, thinking that after washing their hands, they can sit in the pile of corpses and judge others, and continue to be high gods? Hahaha...... No way! ”

"Today we will not go first, but one day, one day, you will also be gone! Forever! ”

"Master! Did you see that? Did you see what happened to me and Mingyue? Are you satisfied? Master! Are you satisfied? ”

Qingfeng's expression was like madness, his pupils were bloodshot, and he asked angrily with tears in his eyes against the dense Dao Dao Heavenly Thunder.

Above the distant and desolate sky, there seemed to be a sigh, and the indifferent eyes in the sky disappeared indifferently.

Between heaven and earth, there were only purple thunderbolts that covered a radius of 100 meters, rumbling endlessly, as if they were funeral for the two fairy children with white wind and clear moon.

In the endless thunder light, the little god hugged his most precious things, and in the trance of the dissipation of the soul, the past time seemed to be drawn back from the other side of time, and the bright face had been reversed in the hazy consciousness, and the laughter was crisp as if it were yesterday.

When Qingfeng first saw Mingyue, the little boy had just been brought back by Taishang, and a bottle of jade doll seemed to be standing quietly in the main hall, with a large area of sunshine on his eyebrows, and he was not afraid of life at all.

This is a full 3,000 years.

In the three thousand years, they are most often there, is the grand and bright Dan room, in the middle of the Dan room is placed a huge Dan Ding three people high, two small figures are always a person with a fan, pretending to be awe-inspiring appearance in the fan, the little boy eyebrows a little cinnabar, the end is simple and elegant like a monk's way, another young man in Tsing Yi who is also wearing is shorter than him, his eyebrows are warm like a piece of jade polished over the years, often holding a fan to fan the little boy, the two laughed, and the old man with the white beard coughed heavily, He will bow his head respectfully and fan the two fires seriously.

Life in that room was monotonous and boring, and the warm-faced young man often took out a book from his clothes that he didn't know what to remember, and the young man with a cinnabar red mole on his eyebrows read to him in a row, and before he knew it, the two little heads leaned together, leaning against the thick pillars of the main hall to sleep.

There were no stars on the top of the main hall, but the two of them often ran out and picked them up one by one.

In Qingfeng's memory, in the long and long years, only the bright stars in the Tianhe were particularly bright, and the gentle young man in the cyan robe would always step on the side of the Tianhe with his bare feet on the side of the Tianhe, and while stepping on it, he was still humming a messy song in his mouth, even if his hand was full of broken stars, he still tried to stuff it into his arms, and if he couldn't stuff it, he turned around and stuffed it into Qingfeng's arms.

How bad that breeze is, Mingyue in front of him picked it up hard, there were too many, and he couldn't take it, so he secretly threw away a few from time to time, and Mingyue never found it.

In the bright and warm memories, there are always two cheerful smiling faces, even if the surrounding environment changes again and again, and there are more and more broken stars in the galaxy, they never stop laughing, like two snails hiding in a small world.

Later, in the silent years, there was no longer the bright figure of the young man, everything seemed to have changed suddenly, the young man's heart was full of eyes with only a red fist-sized bud, day and night.

I always hope that the gentle young man in the past can come out of the bud, smile and tell him a joke again, laughing at him for the red mole on his eyebrows and beautiful like a girl.

Later, it was the little boy who said goodbye to the bud and said with a smile You sleep, sleep up, I will take you to pick up the stars.

A little cinnabar in the center of the eyebrows, bright red like blood moisturizing and dripping.