He was her calamity, the most difficult of her many calamities. After that, he will be the king above the nine heavens, and if he is defeated, he will be destroyed forever. She has no regrets, her whole life, only for him, at the expense of the madness of her soul.

However, from beginning to end, she delivered her sincerity. And he ...

"Aqing ······" She looked at him with a smile and wanted to say something. The water marks crossed Qingmei's face, and they were astringent. One hundred and eighty-six heavenly thunderbolts struck, and she didn't dodge. The calamity has passed, and she will never be reborn.

He held her while she lay in his arms, but he didn't feel a trace of warmth anyway. My heart is cold, no matter how much I relive it, I can't get back to the original hot one. He was too cold, so cold that it made her heart cold. Even if the ending is clear at the beginning, he will not be emotional. But when I saw it at this time, it hurt incredible. She wished she could hear his teasing, even if it wasn't sincere, than to watch her soul disappear.

"I'm going to die, A-Qing. But, cough," she spoke, bleeding as she spoke, her mouth, the corners of her eyes, and her ears, "I want to wait until the day you fall in love with me." But, Aqing, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait. The slender hand tightly grasped his Shengxue's white clothes, and the blood and tears fell to the ground drop by drop, blooming with enchanting blood flowers.

As for him, the hand around her waist trembled uncontrollably, and the ink-colored eyes that Yu Huan loved so much were hidden by his eyes, and Yu Huan couldn't see his expression.

"Don't say it. He felt a strange sadness spread in his voice. The endless pain seemed to extend all the way to the chest, "Ah Huan." Stop it. He pursed his lips slightly, repeating again. Every word she said wanted a sharp dagger to slash deeply into his heart, reminding him over and over again how cruel he used to be.

Yu Huan slowly closed her eyes, no longer wanting to see his resolute look. She likes people to the point of her heart, but she still keeps wanting to speak, her mouth is bloody: "No, cough, I still want to say." Yu Huan wanted to touch Mo Qing's face, but saw that the nails on her face were all scarlet, her hand trembled, and she fell down again, but her voice became lower and lower, more and more ethereal. The eyes slowly drooped,

"I love you, I love you, I love you, even if you're tired of me, Aqing, I still have to say it. Over and over again, annoying, on, you. ”

The hands are empty. The man in his arms finally closed his eyes.

He is the king of all demons, the ancestor of Molian, like a person who came out of the painting, dressed in white and winning snow, but also fragrant and beautiful, cold and bright; Even though she is stunning, she is alone.

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"But what is the big trouble with a Zheng that is infiltrated with immortal qi in the fairy world?" At the beginning, the people of the fairy world had been so disdainful of evaluating Jin Xuan. I never thought that the great calamity of the immortals and demons many years later was the bane planted at that time.

It is indeed Zhengerer, but it is carrying his love that is enough to destroy the world. One rib, but just to make up for the wisp of soul she accidentally missed, and then help her rebuild the immortal, and finally cry and cry. Ask: "Isn't it worth the loss?" He smiled, just as he had stood upright under the tree, staring at her cycle of life and death again and again, and his eyes were filled with sadness. A lady in the fairy world, her lust is broken, what is emotion? He has been waiting for her for 10,000 years. Back to the Sansheng Pond, under the peach blossom tree, she didn't remember the day, he smiled as before.