Cang Fuchen patted Mu Yunfeng's back and whispered, "Are you awake?" The lukewarm voice sounded in Mu Yunfeng's ears, but Mu Yunfeng had no way of knowing that she was still unconscious at the moment, even if Cang Fuchen lost to her to look at the spiritual power, she would not be able to wake up so quickly.

"If you don't wake up, there's nothing you can do." The man stood up and walked around in place, then looked at the rattle in Mu Yunfeng's arms, and smiled at the corner of his mouth, those who were a little reluctant, I don't know if they were thinking about someone with the help of the rattle, what they saw was people, but what they saw was people who seemed to have left.

Looking at the rattle, his heart sank, the smile was gone, there was not even a trace of emotion on his face, and then he looked at the corners of his eyes, his eyes were slightly squinted, he didn't know what was hidden, he laughed, he cried, he looked forward to it, he gave up, after all, he was trapped by love.

Cang Fuchen doesn't like to go to the outside world, he is running away from the past, he can't let go of the past, he can't let go of himself, and at this moment he only feels sad in his heart.

Dust!

Cang Fuchen, you liar, big liar!

In my memory, the woman was dressed in a wedding dress, with a phoenix crown and a veil, red clothes like fire, beautiful and moving, obviously she should be a blessed person, but because of herself, everything has changed.

Her family was destroyed, and the people she cared about were isolated from the world because of her, and the most wrong thing she did from beginning to end was to like him.

I don't know where love starts, love doesn't know where to go, but I can't start from the beginning and grow old together.

The person who caused her family to be ruined was none other than her, it was the person she never forgot and had the same heart, it was him, he was the dust, not my race, his heart would be different, and she was a person, he was not a person, they couldn't be together, they had different paths.

The look she likes will never be forgotten for a long time.

Cang Fuchen looked at the rattle, fell into contemplation, fell into the memories of the past, tears, flowed down the corners of his eyes, dripping to the ground and making a ticking sound, but the smile on his lips was getting thicker and thicker, more and more full of coldness.

She pierced his soul and pierced his bones, and the divine whip struck the mortal womb like a knife, and the man she loved the most destroyed her life with his own hands.

Sorry.

This is our fate, a destiny that I can't resist.

Those who trespass on the Protoss can be exempted from the death penalty, and the living crime is inevitable, if the demon clan enters the Protoss, they must accept the soul cutting and bone removal, and the soul will be scattered.

If it is a human being, it is a disaster of extermination.

Even if she is with herself, she knows him, even if she is in a high position and power, without the approval of the Protoss King, no matter how good the preparation is, it will be useless, she can't go in, and the coercion will only harm others and herself.

The Divine Realm, above the Six Realms, is a place where even the people of the Demon Race are fascinated, that place is full of spiritual power, and it is pure and free, unrestrained.

If she were an ordinary person, the Protoss would not interfere too much in this matter, but the answer was no, she was the reincarnation of the descendants of the Protoss, and he was a person who was degenerated from God and became a demon, how could they be together, isn't it a joke to be together, so many people will block it, and face not only people, but also the laws of heaven and earth, how to fight with the sky? The final result of the fight was a mess.

"A pure land, a piece of heaven and earth, draw the ground as a prison, lock your heart."

After Cang Fuchen finished speaking, he entered the rattle, this drum was not an ordinary drum, it was made of the skin and bones of his sweetheart, and it was used to imprison his magic weapon.

There is a little bitter smile, even if the person has gone, the things left behind have always accompanied him, is this fortunate or unfortunate?