Although he was separated from his clothes, Hui Qing could still feel that the little hand on his waist was so soft and hot.

It burned him and his body immediately stiffened.

Junxiu's face tensed uncomfortably.

"Donor......" Hui Qing lowered his eyes, and called softly at a loss, wanting to take the hand on his waist away.

The big hand with distinct bones paused in mid-air, not daring to touch it.

It seems that she is a demon who wants to lure him to the depths of the red dust......

……

In a groggy state.

The phoenix rises and falls in a long dream, powerless to get rid of.

She dreamed that a long, long time ago, she was still a mortal on a certain immortal cultivation continent-

Fate made her meet a teenager named "Jiuchen".

He is incomparably beautiful and stunning; She is extremely gifted and captivates all beings.

They cultivated and grew all the way, broke through the shackles of that continent, went to the spirit realm, the immortal realm, and finally reached the god realm and became the masters of the god realm.

From mortals to gods, they always walked side by side, only with each other.

Countless pictures floated through Tianhuang's mind like clouds of smoke, all about him.

The handsome and unparalleled young man smiled warmly at her, and the three thousand favors in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were all given to her, melting thousands of miles of icebergs in an instant.

But at the end of her memory, it was dyed with dazzling blood.

The Demon Realm invaded the God Realm, and there was murder everywhere, and as the God Emperor, he swore to defend his territory to the death......

……

The end of the dream.

She only saw the man she loved dearly, and the Demon Emperor died together, his body and soul turned into pieces and scattered in the howling cold wind.

She threw down countless enemies and chased after his soul, desperately collecting the pieces, but couldn't hold on to them all.

I could only watch them being swept into the turbulence of time and space, completely disappearing.

She looked blankly at her empty palms, and a heart-rending pain surged from the bottom of her heart again.

"Ah Chen, don't go......"

She opened her eyes in fear and saw a vague figure sitting on the edge of the bed, like her Ah Chen, so she rushed over and hugged him in a panic, afraid that he would disappear again.

But she was still very sad, her eyelashes fluttered violently, and there were crystal tears hanging on it.

The sudden tight hug made the handsome monk, who was already uncomfortable, completely stunned.

The whole body was stiff, I didn't dare to move, and I couldn't even hold my breath......

After a short period of confusion, Huiqing pushed her away in a panic, chanting "Amitabha" in his mouth, and wanted to stand up in fright.

Tilting Huang reacted very quickly and opened his arms again, hugged his waist tightly, raised his watery black eyes to look at him, and tears poured down.

Tears fell in large quantities, like a summer rainstorm, and soon wet the monk's gray monk's robes.

He stiffened and was hugged by her, and listened to her cry heartbreakingly, and let out a desperate and sad whimper like a little beast.

In his heart, it was like being gently gnawed by something, and it hurt slightly.

This strange and strange feeling made Huiqing's thin lips pursed, and his mood, which had always been peaceful and stable, was a little chaotic......

"Ah Chen......" Tilting Huang put his face on his back, hugged him tightly, and murmured vaguely, "Let me hug you, don't you go......"

Hui Qing's expression was extremely at a loss.

His five senses were acute, and he could clearly feel the delicate body clinging to him, soft and burning, unsettling.

The same was true of her tears, so hot and easy, as if they had fallen on his heart......