According to the Wind Inscription, in 947, the entire Xiuxian Continent fell into turmoil and darkness.

In the ten years that lasted, not a single day could be spent safely, and for ten years, no small sect that was struggling to survive in the cracks, or a large sect with a long history and profound heritage, had not escaped this catastrophe.

Cultivating immortals, for everyone, has become synonymous with death.

And the people who caused all this, they are terrified to the bone.

The man who couldn't even mention his name.

Yan Hongguang.

"Lord, the girl is very well-behaved today, but she eats a little little."

Luo Chun pulled up the bun that only a woman could comb, and carefully handed over the white rabbit in his arms.

Luo Chun has become Gray One's wife, although he can't step into the path of cultivating immortals in this life and can't share a longer life with Gray One, but after experiencing ten years ago, Luo Chun feels that it is already a luxury to be alive.

She, as well as Gray One, had already had a mortal heart at the beginning.

Yan Hongguang gently took the white rabbit, and his slender fingers stroked the back of the white rabbit one by one, and the back of his hand was covered with strange dark red lines.

Luo Chun bowed in silence and retreated, his eyes flashing on the back of Yan Hongguang's hand, and some deep fear surged in his heart.

Every time the Lord moved his hand, the pattern spread a little, not only on his hands, but also on his body.

This is also what Gray One told her, Hantan is useless to the Venerable Lord, and the hidden dangers and internal injuries left by the Venerable Lord since the Great War ten years ago have not healed, and there is no cure.

The Lord looks so powerful that he is invincible, but inside, he is decaying to the extreme.

The pattern has spread to the fingertips.

Luo Chun didn't know what would happen next, so he could only do his best to take care of the white rabbit who was said to be Gu Xiaod.

She had been wondering if that was really.

But Ash said yes.

Lord, too, said yes.

In the room, Yan Hongguang faded a sharp bone spur, lying on the bed and teasing the yawning white rabbit with a smile, "What's wrong, is it uncomfortable?" ”

The white rabbit pushed his fingers against the tip of his wet nose, stretched out his little tongue and licked it, and staggered into the man's arms in a few steps.

Yan Hongguang chuckled, got up and leaned on the head of the bed, holding the white rabbit in his arms, and spoke softly.

“... The peach blossoms are blooming well there, I haven't taken you out for a long time, and when the last sect is resolved, I will never leave you again, even for a minute or a second. ”

The man's voice flowed quietly, as if he was speaking to the white rabbit and to himself.

Half a month later, Yan Hongguang left Fanzun and found the last and most powerful sect left that year.

Ash One followed him.

"Lord, where will you go after doing this?"

On the cliff, two men stood one after the other, and Ash asked.

Yan Hongguang looked at the red glow in the sky, his ink-colored robe swept up slightly, and he went for a long time, "I will go to her." ”

"Looking for her?" Ash was puzzled.

Who to look for?

Could it be...

Ash Yi's eyes widened in shock, Yan Hongguang turned his head and looked at him lightly, "Do you really think that a rabbit can fool me?" ”

Ash Yi's heart collapsed, and he knelt down on his knees, "Subordinate..."

The Lord has known for a long time, and he has known for a long time, that he died young.

He couldn't imagine what kind of mood the Lord used to coax himself for ten years, a whole ten years!

Everyone believed, but only the Lord was the most sober.

The little girl on the tip of his heart is long gone.

I just thought that her heart was here, so he had to live.