At the age of 12,000, the young Feng Jun learned to find pleasure in a variety of different goddesses.

Those bewitching eyebrows, fragrant breath, soft body, amorous and delicate temperament, really made him linger and happy. He likes the freshness that changes every day, the shallow and interesting scene, the short gentle hugs, and the soothing of the soul.

In this way, the romance and waves flowed, and the reputation of the Qingyang clan's merry Fengjun gradually rose, until he was 30,000 years old and dreamed of 3,000 years, and the goddesses around him were endless.

For this reason, his mother once advised him: The Merry Divine Monarch is not a good reputation, what should I do if I meet a goddess I really like in the future?

What does it feel like to really like it? He thought it was very ethereal, whether it was a fairy, a goddess, or even a banshee, he liked it all, but when he turned around, he didn't like it again.

Good things are always short-lived, he thought.

Mortals have a saying, called things gather by like, people by groups, but it is also very reasonable, and those who are closer to the merry Fengjun are the same prodigals.

On that day, after patrolling near the Nether Yishui, something happened that was not too small.

Among the young generals are the five dragons of the dragon god of the North Sea, this god king provoked the daughter of the god of water in the lower realm, and probably said some unreliable sweet words, coaxing the goddess to marry him, who knew that he turned around and abandoned like a shoe, and forgot about her, this time the nether patrol bumped into each other on the bank of Yishui, and the goddess was entangled, and after all, she didn't get any result, only cried so much that the sky fell apart.

Wulongzi still hid in the general's palace with lingering palpitations, and when he saw Shaoyi, he came to complain: "Fengjun, I know that you have a lot of means, don't appease her for me, don't cry like this, it's very troublesome." ”

Other generals laughed at him on the side: "Since you know that it is difficult, why did you provoke her in the first place?"

Wulongzi sighed: "It didn't look like this at first, but who knew that it changed later." ”

The young Feng Jun still had an arrogant and youthful astringency, and really looked at the palace for him, the Yishui goddess leaned on the water's edge and wept, her posture was very graceful, he looked at it a few more times, and Wulongzi chuckled: "Feng Jun, I have heard that the iceberg will turn into a finger twist in your hand, if you solve this trouble for me, don't talk about her, I will send you four more enchanting fairies." ”

Shaoyi walked slowly to the bank of Yishui, and when he saw that the goddess of Yishui was crying heavily, he took out a handkerchief from his arms and handed it over, and said softly: "Keep crying, Yishui should be at high tide." ”

Who knew that she didn't look back, only wiped away her tears with her sleeve, and her voice was hoarse: "You go, call him over." ”

Shaoyi simply sat beside her: "It's because he refuses to come that I came, you, why do you cry like this for him?"

The goddess of Yishui turned to look at him, these goddesses of mountains and rivers may have been born with the aura of mountains and rivers, most of them are beautiful, and she is really no exception, but her eyes are swollen from crying, and her eyes are cold.

"I'm not crying for him, I'm crying for myself. She lowered her sleeves, stained with tears, "My sincerity was given to the wrong person, I hate myself for not being able to put it down." ”

Shaoyi tilted his head and thought for a while: "Isn't it okay to give the wrong person and then change it?" There are always things that are good for you and those that are not good for you in this world, can't you find those that are good for you?"

The Yishui Priestess said lightly: "You don't even know what your true heart is. ”

Shaoyi smiled and said leisurely: "There are so many better gods in the sky and on the earth, why do you always stare at one and never talk about sincerity?"

The Yishui Priestess took a breath: "I understand, you are all raccoon dogs, I am too naïve, I just hope that you bastards will harm those poor innocent goddesses less in the future." ”

After she finished speaking, she turned around and turned into a cloud of mist and dissipated on the riverside, Shaoyi touched her chin and stood by the water's edge for a while, Fang took the handkerchief back into her arms, and Wulongzi had already greeted her with joy, and said in a loud voice: "Solved it?" Fengjun is really a good means!"

Shaoyi suddenly felt that his elated appearance was strange to the eyes, and frowned and smiled, not agreeing.

This is not a big matter, Shaoyi quickly forgot about it, but on the day of Wulongzi's wedding, there was a real big event.

Over the years, he didn't know how to stalk, but he reconciled with the goddess of Yishui, but he turned his head and obeyed his parents' arrangement to marry another goddess, and the goddess of Yishui tried to assassinate him at the wedding banquet without success, and cut himself in the noise of the guests, staining the North Sea with blood. This matter has been spread in the entire upper realm for decades and has not stopped, and the dragon god of the North Sea felt deeply embarrassed and lost to the Nine Shadows Yellow Spring, and sealed the North Sea for five hundred years in a fit of rage.

The five dragons, who were originally very talented and expected to inherit the position of the dragon god of the North Sea, have not been very good since then, the throne is impossible, and no goddess dares to marry him, even those profligate and indulgent banshees spur on him, after Shaoyi inherited the Qingyang Emperor, he also came and went to watch the ceremony in a hurry, and he felt older than his father.

Infatuation is really a thing that harms others and himself, Shaoyi thought while turning around to greet Emperor Zhongshan who came to say goodbye.

Although the two of them have not seen each other many times for so many years, they seem to be secretly competing, Fengjun is 30,000 years old and dreams for 3,000 years, and Xiaolongjun is also 30,000 years old and dreams for a thousand years; Fengjun is suave and suave, and Xiaolongjun is also famous; Xiaolongjun is 50,000 years old because of his outstanding combat power, he was assigned to the command of Emperor Gou Chen, and Fengjun went to the same famous Ziwei Emperor at 50,000 years old.

In their generation, the Qingyang clan and the candle yin clan are like fire and water, and they are inseparable.

Chang Yu stood in front of the dark cloud-like Candle Yin Clan's long car, he seemed to have drunk a little more, and talked more than before, and turned back to Shaoyi and said lightly: "I have heard since I was a child that the Fengjun of the Qingyang Clan is extremely talented, and when he tried it, it was really extraordinary. Since the marriage has been cancelled, if there is a chance, I hope to compete with the emperor. ”

said it so politely, in fact, it was the same as him, he just wanted to end the relationship between the two clans, but the Candle Yin clan didn't like to plan, and he had always only solved all the problems.

Shaoyi said with a smile: "Now that you and I are emperors, I am afraid that we have to be cautious when it comes to competing with each other?"

Chang Yu smiled coldly: "I'm afraid the emperor is too cautious." ”

There's nothing wrong with being cautious, all his indulgences in the past half of his life have been confined to a self-determined degree, whether it's the open and secret battles with Changyu, or those pleasant ups and downs. Selfishly I really want to really fight with Changyu, but he won't do it, and selfishly I've also thought about finding someone to be happy with each other, but he won't do it.

Beautiful and brilliant things are always short-lived, desperate to ignite themselves, what to do after the splendor?

Just as Shaoyi finally fought a life-and-death battle with Changyu, what should I do when I regret it when I am on the verge of extinction?

After all, he was left alone, looking back on it all.

(Zilang Literature)