In order to defend the holy land in his heart, Wu Gang destroyed the canopy, and he kept it, but he never saw a smile on the delicate face of his goddess.

He was also rewarded, and after another 10,000 years of cutting down trees, he would be able to leave the Taiyin Star and re-rank the immortal class.

The days finally have hope.

But the person who supported himself to see the light never smiled again.

Wu Gang didn't know if it was right or wrong, he only knew that he had to do this, this was the only color in his soul, even if this color was no longer gorgeous, no longer smiling.

But she finally belonged to herself, and with Marshal Tianpeng's foresight, no one dared to covet the holy land in his heart anymore.

That's enough.

Fairy Chang'e did not show resentment towards him, nor was she angry, she just returned, since ancient times, as cold as ever, and continued to stand in the Guanghan Palace, looking at the world.

For hundreds of millions of years, no one knows what Chang'e was thinking when she looked at the world, and after the sky was dusty, it was even more difficult to guess the thoughts of the first beauty immortal in the Three Realms.

What she's watching, no one knows.

Is it waiting for someone to break the chessboard of heaven and earth, can she get rid of heaven and return to the world?

Is it looking at the endless distance, reduced to a pig's canopy, hitting the thirty-two heavens, stepping on the colorful auspicious clouds, killing thousands of stars, to pick him up?

Or is it just numb, waiting for the vicissitudes of the sea, the sea to wither, the heaven and the earth to overturn, and watching all the ups and downs of the world?

Or, only she knows.

Or, for eons of time, only the canopy has ever come close to it, and it has come close to touching it.

But Tian Peng became a pawn of the sage's calculations, and when Wu Gang chose to tell the truth, he was doomed to this eternal mystery, and no one could solve it.

Chang'e is a beautiful immortal, the beauty of the Three Realms.

People who have read the prosperity can see the coldness and melancholy behind the end of the prosperity in Chang'e.

The melancholy person can see the perseverance in her, and give birth to the touch of hurt and sympathy.

Happy people, when they see this beauty of the Three Realms, they are naturally even happier and want to get closer.

It can be said that among the Three Realms, there is only this one who has almost embodied the rule of "beauty", which makes people want to explore the secrets of her.

And if you want to ask Wu Gang what he saw from Chang'e, he can't answer, he only knows that when he cuts down trees, if he can see that face, that kind of posture, he will feel an indescribable sense of happiness, after all, this is the only existence that he can appreciate for tens of thousands of years, and appreciate it without getting tired.

That's it.

When Chang'e appeared outside the Guanghan Palace again and looked at the world from afar, Wu Gang's numb and dull eyes finally glowed with a trace of vitality.

He was admiring, hoping that Fairy Chang'e would be able to look back and look at him again.

But more than a thousand years after the canopy was in the lower realm, Fairy Chang'e only glanced at him in a hurry, full of pity just like the canopy that day, it seems that a character like him, even resentment and anger, is not worthy of Chang'e and the canopy.

Just looking at each other for a moment made Wu Gang happy for decades, and then that sense of happiness turned into numbness, emptiness, and hope.

He hoped that after a thousand years, Fairy Chang'e would be able to look at him again, no matter what meaning was contained in his gaze, it was enough for Wu Gang to admire him madly.

Slowly.

In Wu Gang's shocked, urgent, and reddened disbelief, Fairy Chang'e actually turned her head sideways and looked over?!

This time I didn't take a quick look, but always kept my eyes on him!

Wu Gang frantically absorbed the meaning in this gaze, no matter what it was, it was enough for him to reminisce and cherish for dozens of years!

This time it's no longer mercy.

Is it a doubt?

Is it a memory?

Is it a surprise?!

"Why are you called Wu Gang?!"

Just when Wu Gang was fascinated by Fairy Chang'e's eyes, crazy taste, and couldn't extricate himself.

Behind him, a flirtatious voice was heard.

Wu Gang turned around in horror!

He saw a handsome, frivolous, and uninhibited ...... Shorty.

In ancient times, men were mostly burly and majestic, and so were many "young" immortals, so when the gold and silver boys were in the lower realm, they would turn their body into a strong and mighty appearance to show their might.

Even if it is a handsome and talented inkman, the kind of handsome man with a tall body and a wide shoulders and a straight back, he is always more popular than those literati who have empty ink, but they are sick, bent over and thin, and can't support their clothes.

Therefore, Long Zhenjun's 1.7-meter-7 enlarged version of Zhengtai's appearance, in the eyes of Wu Gang, who is more than 1.9 meters and has a tiger's back, is really a little dwarf.

The sum of the two Long Zhenjun may not be as wide as him.

Wu Gang put away his axe and looked at Long Zhenjun with a sickly anger on his expression.

He was angry that Fairy Chang'e's eyes were not at him, but on such a flower pillow that he had never seen before, with a frivolous temperament, and seemed to be empty-eyed!

Wu Gang raised the axe, Mu Ne's cheeks flushed with anger, and said, "Who are you?" It's too forbidden, how can you break in?! ”

Although the Jade Emperor made him have to cut down a tree one by one, which is almost a rule, it is not for him to concentrate on cutting down the laurel tree when he is stopped or even threatened by someone.

So if someone communicates with him, or shows hostility, he can also get rid of that rule for the time being.

Long Zhenjun tilted his head, extremely exaggerated, it was clear that he was only a little taller than other people's chests, but he made it look like he was looking down on others.

Long Zhenjun said arrogantly: "You haven't replied to me yet, are you Wu Gang?" ”

Wu Gang said in a sullen voice: "Yes, so what?" ”

Long Zhenjun held his mouth and said, "That's right, how do you want to die?" ”

Wu Gang was stunned and said, "Why should I die?" Eight thousand six hundred and fifty-seven years, and I will ...... No, who are you? Hugh be presumptuous! ”

Tens of thousands of years of numbness, mechanically repeating something that you hate, even the spirit of an immortal will become wooden, and it will be difficult to suddenly regain its former sharpness.

So Wu Gang didn't react at the first time, and almost had to answer honestly.

Fortunately, at the last moment, he reacted.

This man wants to kill himself?

Aren't you afraid of breaking the rules?

The forbidden land of the Moon Palace, is it something he can break into at will?

Long Zhenjun rubbed his hands and said, "If you don't choose, I'll help you choose." ”

Wu Gang said angrily: "You dare to kill me? I am the Jade Emperor......"

Boom!

A punch to the head.

Long Zhenjun pursed his mouth and said, "You are the Jade Emperor, Lao Tzu or a saint!" Who wouldn't brag? ”

Wu Gang's soul drifted away from his body in a daze, and after a while, he realized that his physical body was dead.

He looked at Long Zhenjun and scolded: "You have already committed the Heavenly Rule, and you are not ......"

Wow!

Long Zhenjun grabbed his divine soul in his hand, kneaded it into a ball, and kneaded it like a dough.

"Lao Tzu has made a lot of mistakes, which one are you talking about?"