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Chu Feng's face was gloomy, since he knew that Li Rongfei was Rong'er, his mood had been very complicated.

For Rong'er, he used to hate very much.

That day, she stood in the peach blossom forest.

The breeze is blowing, and the petals are fluttering and falling.

When the flowers fall, people are more delicate.

She smiled softly.

"Xiao Feng, let me tell you a secret. I am actually a grass and tree god, and my natal god grass is Cangji. ”

"Our clan has a different direction of cultivation from yours."

"You were born as human beings, and you worked hard to become gods. We, the grass and tree clan, were born as gods and worked hard to cultivate, just to turn into a divine saint and become the mother of creation. ”

"You get the idea, right? I've never loved you. I'll save you! Raise you! Teach you to be a ruthless, cruel and unkind god, and teach you to be the most hated by me, just so that I can cut off the love between children and love. ”

"Whether I used to think of you as my child or my lover, you are now the most disgusting to me, and I have easily made the decision to give up."

"Xiao Feng, I'm sorry, in my heart demon, I have already killed you again and again!"

At that time, Chu Feng used the strongest killing move against her, and yelled at her: "Slut, I'm going to kill you!" ”

"Hahaha...... You look like this, it's really annoying! It's disgusting! I have saved you, I have raised you, and I have given you all your present and today. But you're going to kill me! Ha ha...... You're so annoying. ”

She danced among the peach blossoms in the sky. Her laughter resounded through the clear sky, shaking the flowers and raining down.

At that time, Chu Feng felt that his heart was like the petals in the sky, withering and falling, dying in the spring breeze, as light as a feather.

"Slut!" In a rage, he slashed out the strongest thundering sword.

The long sword accompanied by thunder blasted into Rong'er's heart.

The mouth of the heart, not the position of the heart, let alone the fatal position, but it pierced through the chest and cut off all his love affair with her.

Rong'er smiled, shed a tear, said two words "thank you" faintly, pulled out her sword, threw it down, blood gushing out, turned around, and disappeared in the depths of the peach blossoms.

"Thank you for helping me with the power of the sword, I have finally achieved a positive result!" Peach Blossom sent her soft voice, like a cold arrow, piercing his heart.

That day, Chu Feng cried until it was dark.

He once regretted that if he had controlled himself at that time and had not killed her, if he had just begged her to change her mind, would there have been different results.

Actually, looking back, Rong'er hadn't really broken off her love at that time.

It was precisely because of his sword that he cut off all her love and pity for him, cut off her red dust and love threads, and made her fall into no situation.

But more often than not, Chu Feng didn't regret it.

Rong'er gave him everything, and all she wanted was to succeed in turning into grass and trees.

He had to do it!

I have to give her the most painful wound!

You have to give her a sword with hatred!

Only in this way can she, who is delicate and affectionate, be sad and hopeless, and achieve positive results.

Chu Feng's hand gently stroked the wooden hibiscus painting on the wall, and whispered: "Rong'er, I know that you want me to hurt you and lose you, but do you know, I know that you want me to hurt you and lose you, so I deliberately hurt you and bear you!" Did You Know? ”

"I told you a long time ago, I love you and respect you, and I will do whatever you ask me to do! Now, you have become Li Rongfei, are you a failure? Didn't you completely cut off your affection for me, so ......"

Chu Feng shook his head, feeling that this idea was too ridiculous, "It's because of the empty dust, right?" You said he was a shadow of your fiancé. You raised him to be a humble gentleman and completely turned into your fiancé, so you couldn't cut off the bond with him in the end? Why did it become this unlucky picture? ”

"Rong'er, tell me, what should I do? Is it to hurt you again, to help you with the power of the sword again? Or do I love you and love you? However, in my capacity, if I am too good to you, I am afraid that it will hurt you. ”