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That purple dress is still like yesterday, elegant and light, not into the world, even after the wedding, Xue Qing is still like her name, perennial purple dress.

"How's it going?" Zhang Ling sat uneasily, asking the mother-in-law who came in and out from time to time.

"Holy Lord, women give birth to children like this, although I understand your excitement about becoming a father for the first time, but can you not stop the mother-in-law? You are very in the way, you know?"

Elder Sun impatiently pushed Zhang Ling away, she was the Supreme Elder of the Heavenly Star Holy Land, and the only female elder, this time Xue Qing gave birth, and Zhang Ling was grinding out of Qing Xiu.

If you want to say that this Supreme Elder is also related to Xue Qing, she is the sister of Xue Qing's great-grandfather, that is, Xue Qing's great-grandfather's aunt. Otherwise, if a woman gives birth to a child, where can she pull out a strong man who has stepped into the Great Sage Realm with one foot!

Zhang Ling retreated, and when everyone saw the appearance of their holy master, they all blushed, wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh. Four years after the wedding, Zhang Ling became the Holy Lord for four years, he had thunderous means, suppressed a group of troublemakers, and controlled the entire Holy Land in blood, and then applied benevolent policies to change the consistent style of the Heavenly Star Holy Land, many people admired him from the bottom of their hearts, and did not dare to underestimate this young Holy Lord.

Since Xueqing was pregnant, Zhang Ling was cautious every day, for fear that Xueqing would make a mistake, and this time she invited Grandma Sun out, so that people could see Zhang Ling's attention to Xueqing.

The two of them have been together since childhood, and their childhood sweethearts have no guesses, and they grow up and tie the knot, so the affection is naturally heavier.

"Wow!"

With a loud cry, Zhang Ling's heart finally fell to the ground.

"Congratulations to the Holy Lord, a lovely young lady!"

"How is Qing'er?" Zhang Ling hurriedly asked.

The woman smiled, "Holy Lord, don't worry, Madame is just tired, and now she is asleep, and her body is fine." ”

"That's good!" Zhang Ling breathed a long sigh of relief, and then remembered that his daughter had not yet chosen a name.

The mother-in-law took the baby girl out, it was a baby who was still a little wrinkled, Zhang Ling was really excited in her heart, her hands trembled a little, Grandma Sun glanced at him, and then took the baby girl over.

"Holy Lord, I understand your current mood very well, but you are really in the way here, what is the name of this child, tell me the name, you can go first!" Grandma Sun bombarded him impatiently.

"This, there is no name yet, Qing'er used to have a milk name, and the name has not yet been decided. Zhang Ling was a little embarrassed.

"That's it!" Granny Sun gently patted the baby in her arms, looked at the heavy snow outside, and said, "It's better to call it Jiuhan!" ”

"Jiuhan ......" Zhang Ling groaned for a moment, "I think it's okay to call Zhang Han, Jiu, she may not be able to bear it now." ”

Grandma Sun was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "It's okay, I forgot, then call Zhang Han!"

Zhang Ling was blasted out, but he had a smile on his face that couldn't be concealed, he became a father!

Han'er, his daughter!

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Han grew from a wrinkled baby girl to a nine-year-old girl.

She was very similar to her mother when she was a child, but her temperament was two extremes.

Xue Qing was lively and cute when she was young, and she was jumping and walking all day long, and rarely had a quiet moment.

But Zhang Han is like her name, her personality is very cold, taciturn, although her qualifications are very good, but she has no friends. And although she is only a nine-year-old girl, she is already a monk with a perfect meditation realm, this kind of cultivation shocked the entire Southern Wilderness, and even the Four Spirits originally had a holy land family knowing that there was a little demon in the Southern Wilderness.

Zhang Ling was worried.

He was scared.

Although he has been indomitable for more than a hundred years, he does feel fear and fear.

He was afraid that he would not be able to protect their mother and daughter!

He once fought for his life with Wuji, and Wuji died less than two months after that battle, and at that time there was a tiny crack in his origin, although he had been trying to bridge it for so many years, but if the origin could be repaired so easily, so many people would not have died on it.

I heard that there is an opportunity in the Eastern Wilderness that can make up for the origin crack, but my body may not be able to support myself to the Eastern Wilderness.

For the first time, Zhang Ling felt the helplessness and sorrow of life, and for the first time experienced the feeling of being powerless.

Zhang Han stood outside the room, hearing a terrible cry from her mother, her small body stood in the sun, feeling that there was no warmth in this world anymore!

Zhang Ling opened his eyes groggily, and it was dark.

It's still that strange dark space, no objects, pitch black, boundless. Zhang Ling recalled the experience of this life, and laughed and laughed.

This time, his death was finally a little more normal, and he died from the Origin Rift.

Well, it's very similar to the situation of your real body.

Suddenly, Zhang Ling frowned, he walked around, feeling something from time to time, and his face showed a suspicious look.

"Ziyu's breath, I haven't felt it before, could it be that Ziyu has been here during my reincarnation again?" Zhang Ling muttered to himself.

He was sensitive to Yu Ziyu's breath, so even after a long time, he could still detect traces of Yu Ziyu's coming.

What the hell is this place, and why did Ziyu come here?

Zhang Ling was puzzled.

Maybe Ziyu will come back, I've been here long enough.

Zhang Ling was a little helpless, after coming out of the Falling Soul Valley, he fainted when he saw Zhang Yao, and then the whole person was here, he seemed to be locked in this dark space, and there was nothing to do except reincarnation again and again.

He didn't know what was going on in the outside world, he didn't know how Zhang Yao was now, and he didn't know what Ziyu was like, but like a big stone pressing on his heart, it was Wen Ruyan's death.

He doesn't like Wen Ruyan, in Zhang Ling's cognition, Wen Ruyan is too smart, she is smart and close to a demon, as if she is planning and calculating something all the time, such a person is suitable for the temple, but not for him.

They have been married for seven years, and Zhang Ling has not touched her, in addition to this reason, there is also the fact that he doesn't want to make Wen Ruyan sad.

Even if there is no love, but there is family affection, Wen Ruyan accompanies him without regrets, and he is not hard-hearted. So knowing that he was going to die, Zhang Ling didn't want to harm other people.

But he never imagined that Wen Ruyan would seek death for him!

On the Fallen Soul Mountain that day, Zhang Ling went with the heart of death, but after he jumped down, he was hooked by a tree, and when he was about to fall, he saw the figure of Wen Ruyan falling.

She smiled with satisfaction, her blue eyes flashed with light, thinking in her heart, since she couldn't sleep together in life, it was good to die in the same acupoint, but Zhang Ling just pulled her.

The two of them hung on the thin branches, and there was a possibility of breaking their bones at any time, but Wen Ruyan at that time laughed sneeringly.

"Zhang Ling, I want to die with you, what are you pulling me for?" she asked.

Zhang Ling didn't know why, but when he saw her whereabouts, Zhang Ling's sturdy heart suddenly cracked a crack for this woman!

"What are you jumping off for? I should have died a long time ago, but now I'm just surviving, and death is the best option. And you are the prime minister of my Yue Kingdom, how can you die as soon as you die?"

Zhang Ling looked at Wen Ruyan angrily and scolded in a low voice, he didn't dare to push too hard, the thin branch would be broken at any time, although he said this, he pulled Wen Ruyan's hand harder.

Wen Ruyan looked at this old face with amusement, and said faintly: "Zhang Ling, why did you come to this point, you are still so selfish? You have the right to choose, don't you allow me to have it? You can abandon me, why can't I abandon this world?"

She was calm and indifferent, a little different from the past, a little more desperate than she could rarely see on her face.

Zhang Ling's heart suddenly ached.

He curled up in the endless emptiness and darkness, tasting loneliness and pain little by little, that scene, he recalled thousands of times, still felt shocked, still felt painful!

When he fell, Wen Ruyan hugged him tightly and said in his ear: "Zhang Ling, this is the first time I have hugged you, and it is also the last time, I have never regretted what I did, if I can do it again, I will definitely express my feelings earlier!"

After she said that, she put her hands on Zhang Ling's shoulders and turned her body down, Zhang Ling realized what she was going to do, and the two of them had fallen heavily to the ground!

Wen Ruyan was out of breath on the spot, the back of her head seemed to have been hit hard by a stone, and the bones of her whole body were shattered.

But her arms supported Zhang Ling hard, and cushioned at the last moment, so that Zhang Ling would not add another time to her so many ridiculous deaths, he didn't die, but fainted because of the impact.

His body was not as good as an ordinary old man at that time, and it was a miracle that he didn't die from such a strong impact, but what saved him was a stone, the stone that Wen Ruyan gave him before he left the capital.

Zhang Ling still didn't know what the stone was, and when he woke up, he saw that the stone emitted a strange and fiery red light, red and demonic, as if it was dyed with blood!

Wen Ruyan's arms were twisted in a strange posture, the blood had already dried up, and Zhang Ling thought that the time for him to faint would not be short.

The red light emitted by the stone enveloped the two people, isolating the Yin and Sen Leng of the Fallen Soul Valley, and a red light shot directly into Zhang Ling's heart, providing an inexplicable cold energy there, making Zhang Ling feel cool and not die.

Regarding Wen Ruyan's death, Zhang Ling had mixed feelings and regrets.

Wen Ruyan didn't want him to be lonely, and would rather come down to accompany him, but in the end he saved him and went alone.

Zhang Ling admitted that he did not have the courage to commit suicide again, and Wen Ruyan saved him, and he would not be happy to see him die again.

He walked away with the body of Wen Ruyan, the stone floating above his head, casting a red light over the two of them. Zhang Ling also found a lot of things here, and put them away one by one, but he didn't have the heart to look at them carefully.

Wen Ruyan's death made his heart heavy, this was the first time he experienced the death of someone around him, that feeling, heavy as if he couldn't breathe.

And this Fallen Soul Valley is really not clean, Zhang Ling always has the feeling of being peeped at, even if his Yuan Li is gone, but his keen spiritual sense is still there. The stone protected him, but the light grew dimmer.

It wasn't until later that the stone fell into his arms, and the red light tightly wrapped his whole body, and at this time, he heard the Requiem!

It was Zhang Yao blowing, using the flute that the master gave her on their fourteenth birthday!

Zhang Ling was overjoyed, looking for the sound and approaching Zhang Yao, but he was tired along the way, and it was already the end of the crossbow, and after encountering Zhang Yao, the last tight string was also broken, and he fainted directly.

And here it is!

Zhang Ling's heavy mood could not be relieved, and he remembered the life just now, and he found that in this life, his various senses were very clear, and he was so familiar with everything, as if he had really lived before.

Especially Xue Qing, Zhang Ling unconsciously overlapped her with the purple-clothed woman who appeared repeatedly in his dream, and found that they were simply one person!

However, Xue Qing in this life is happy and lively, and she is also peaceful and peaceful after marriage. And the woman in purple in the dream is always very sad.

But Zhang Ling has a feeling that they are the same person!

But how is this possible?

One appeared in his own dreams and began to dream constantly from the age of six.

One of the lives in one's own constant reincarnation, these are simply two impossible people!

But why are the senses so familiar in this life?

Moreover, a little boy has been dreaming of women since he was six years old, and he has been dreaming for more than ten years, which is also very incredible, right?

Zhang Ling touched his smooth chin speechlessly, and he was helpless to himself.