"Don't laugh, it's ugly."

Ji Zhuo frowned, looking at him pretending to smile easily, and there was a dull pain in the blank space of his memory.

Laughing is hidden, and it is more uncomfortable to look at than to cry.

Ji Hua's smile was dyed with helplessness, Yuehua lowered his eyebrows, dizzying his eyebrows and eyes extremely gently, and his voice was more intoxicating than the evening breeze.

"Don't let me laugh, do you want to see me cry?"

He leaned over slowly, dropping a kiss on her lips.

When approaching, it carries the smell of snow that seems to come from the clouds, pure and clean, clear and cold fragrance.

"It's like...... What was the case on the previous plane? ”

Ji Hua was dressed in a cloud-patterned snow-colored robe, and he was cold and elegant, but his voice was a little hoarse, and he gave birth to some demagoguery.

It's like a cloud in the snow.

A peach blossom has bloomed.

Ji Hua's kiss with a vague comfort and coaxing kiss fell on his lips, and he was stunned, and he lost his mind for a moment.

In the next moment, her eyebrows and eyes turned cold.

"Ji Hua, don't change the subject, answer my question."

She looked at him coldly, her voice calm and unmoved, her eyes fixed on his eyes with a little inquiry.

Ji Hua listened to her words, blinked slightly, seemed to have been exposed to the little trick, and looked a little distressed, and then looked at Ji Zhuo and spoke softly.

"Well, I'm working as an ostrich."

He smiled lightly, his eyes lighter than the moonlight.

Put aside the melancholy in his eyes.

And what he did before.

This sentence should sound extremely cute.

Ji Zhuo looked at him, as if he understood something, but he didn't quite understand, his brows frowned even tighter, and the blank piece of his memory had something faintly about breaking through the shackles.

My heart was dull for no reason.

Ji Hua couldn't help but stretch out his hand and smooth her brows for her, her movements and voice were as gentle as Qionghua falling to the ground.

"My lord, don't frown, I'm uncomfortable."

I am willing to exchange three thousand sufferings for your eyebrows and eyes.

I'll leave everything to me.

You're well, and you're all right.

Ji Zhuo looked at him in silence, suddenly desperate to regain his memory, more urgent than ever, wanting to know all about the past.

Even if you know it's not a good memory.

Also want to know.

She just didn't want to.

A past that will be unbearable to look back on.

and leave it all to him alone.

He was obviously laughing.

So gentle.

Like spring wind turning snow.

There was a reflection of her shadow in her eyes.

Everything was beautiful.

But it made her feel uncomfortable inexplicably.

It's never been uncomfortable.

"Ji Hua, come out with me."

After the silence, Ji Zhuo didn't explore anything else, she came in with only one purpose, to get him out of here.

Ji Hua looked at her and smiled softly.

The tone was soft.

"My lord, I'll feel better if I stay here, let me stay here, okay?"

His eyebrows and eyes were cold again, and he reached out and grabbed his wrist, with a force that could not be refused, and ......

Inexplicable dull pain.

She really couldn't imagine it.

What is it?

It made him feel that it would be good to shoulder a heavy burden over and over again, to be let down by everyone over and over again, to fall into the devil's path over and over again, and to die over and over again.

How can it be so good?!

How could he feel good!

Her grip on his wrist tightened.

"I won't."

Ji Hua was still smiling, smiling all the time.

He didn't show the slightest sadness to her.

Even if the heart is in the abyss.

is still smiling like a spring breeze and snow.

Gentle, bone-chilling.

"My lord, this wisp of soul in front of you carries the strongest obsession and pathos, and it can't be eliminated no matter what......"

"So my lord, it's better to let him ......"

"Bury it here."

At that time, she will take away the fragments of his soul.

Why bother with taking him away.

He's like that, it's good.

This is his destined catastrophe.

Absurd, false.

Unreasonable.

He was doomed alone.

Let him bear it alone.

How could Ji Zhuo let him die so absurdly, his eyes sank, he raised his wrist, looked into his eyes, and said word by word.

"You're just running away, and you can't get rid of your obsession at all."

"So Ji Hua, I don't allow it."

She wouldn't allow him to abuse himself like that.

What he has done, to the past that has already happened.

It can't be changed at all, it's in vain.

It's just self-torture!

Ji Hua stared at her for a moment, the moonlight was like a flower, falling on his clear eyebrows, carrying tenderness in the quiet and tranquility.

He suddenly stopped.

And Ji Zhuo's hands were empty.

"But Ji Hua, I can't help myself......"

Obsession and control, can't help yourself.

His voice was still as gentle as water, but it was ethereal for no reason, as if it would be blown away by the wind in the next second.

The scorching eyes sank suddenly.

The picture in front of him was distorted and shattered, and Ji Hua also turned into a little starlight, which dissipated like smoke with the scene in front of him.

His smile was still in front of him.

There seemed to be his warmth on his lips.

And his people.

but dissipated before her eyes.

Fragmentary, without a trace.

She originally grabbed Ji Hua's hand and clenched it in the air, her heart throbbed, and a picture suddenly flashed through her mind.

A dull ache in the depths of the soul is implicated.

He is the same now.

The order of the gods is shattered, and the soul body is scattered.

He was like that, dissipating before her eyes.

He used to be like that.

The smile dissipated little by little before her eyes.

He smiled softly, and she was cold.

She saved like crazy, trying to stop everything that happened in front of her, the land of the divine relics shattered behind her, the calamity descended from the heavenly path shouted overhead, and countless law enforcers in the divine realm besieged her.

She almost desperately tried to save it.

But it was still in vain.

I could only watch him dissipate before my eyes.

Listen to his gentle voice blown away by the wind.

"My lord, you are a god, you are my sweetheart, and you are a faith that I will never give up......

"I am willing to exchange three thousand hardships for your eyebrows and eyes."

"The gods do not fall, and the rest of your life is safe."

He shielded her from the catastrophe.

Disappeared before her eyes.

She watched him.

Disappeared before my eyes.

His smile still seemed to be in the air.

Gentleness that blends in the breeze.

"Ji Hua, I don't allow it!"

"Who allowed you to replace me, who allowed you to disappear, who gave you the courage to make decisions for me self-righteously!"

"Ji Hua, I don't allow—"

Her eyes were red, and she struggled in vain.

Heaven and earth swelled with his vanishing.

The world is dark, and the gods have fallen.

She was the enemy of heaven and earth.

Countless creatures were annihilated at her hands.

A person who was once and is now worshipped as a god.

Burdened with monstrous karma.

Finally it fell.

Fallen by God, just a thought.

Ji Zhuo looked at Ji Hua who disappeared in the illusion, and only felt that the picture coincided with the memory that suddenly appeared, implicating the pain and pathos in the memory.

My heart trembled, and my soul was broken.

Blank spaces in memory.

It seems that something needs to break through the shackles.

A thick aura spread from her.

Tianxiu, who had been paying attention to her, secretly said that it was not good, and hurriedly flew in front of her, stretching out his little hand against her eyebrows.

A golden light emerged from its hands.

A little bit of it didn't sink into her eyebrows.

"Get out of here!"

Ji Zhuo subconsciously dodged, and his voice was cold.

Tianxiu gritted her teeth and strengthened her divine power, trying her best to soothe her out-of-control emotions, and her tone was more serious than ever.

"Little Ancestor, don't make trouble."

Under the influence of divine power, Ji Zhuo paused.

Tianxiu's hand rested on her eyebrows.

The golden light suppressed the earth-destroying anger in her.

Divine pure, soft and soothing.

It puts away all the distractions of the usual day.

Look at her solemnly and firmly.

"High Priest of the Relic."

Ji Zhuo was stunned, and there was a golden light in front of him.

"The gods of the divine realm make Tianxiu, in the name of the gods."

"I promise you—"

"There is a way of salvation in the three thousand worlds."

"I'll go with you as far as I can."

"We're all behind you, don't be afraid ......"