"Does it have to be like this?" Ling Chan clenched her sword.

The girl who has always been lively and bright rarely showed a cold and hard expression.

"I'm sorry," Fu Yaoguang said, "Actually, I can do this myself...... It's just that I selfishly wish this person was you. ”

"I want to be, unique to you."

The marriage letter, Ling Chan is not the only one to write for him; relationship, they are lovers, but Ling Chan treats him even less sincerely than Zhou Taotao; Love words, Ling Chan is naturally sweet-tongued, and coaxing good words don't need money to say.

When Fu Yaoguang saw Ling Chan for the first time, he understood that this girl with a warm and bright smile was like a peach, with crispy skin, sweet meat, and a hard heart.

The head said that he was the god monarch of the heavenly tribulations, but Fu Shaoguang felt that it was clearly more like Ling Chan, she saw people coming and going in this world, and she was crazy about her crazy for her, and she was unmoved.

How can I become a special person in Ling Chan's heart? Every time Fu Yaoguang watched Ling Chan smile at her, he always thought about this question repeatedly in his heart.

It seemed that he was afraid that Ling Chan would not be willing, and Fu Shaoguang cast a spell to control Ling Chan.

Ling Chan's body went against the wishes of her master and clenched her sword.

Her eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and she seemed to accept the reality, and her eyes were full of reluctance to look at Fuyaoguang.

"Ah Fu," Ling Chan raised her face and said softly, "Kiss me." ”

Fu Shaoguang leaned over and obeyed Ling Chan's wishes.

This kiss is bitter. The bitter and sour taste flowed down the mouth and into the esophagus, carrying a trace of heat and numbness into the body, and surging to the limbs.

Silky wisps, endlessly.

Fuyaoguang's eyes widened, and he suddenly couldn't control his body and aura.

And Ling Chan regained her freedom.

She smeared poison on her lips.

The position flipped, Ling Chan took Fu Shaoguang's hand, put the long sword in his palm, and carefully closed his five fingers.

Ling Chan had a pair of beautiful hands, with a faint, healthy powder on her fingertips, and now they were on her own heart, "Come, stick here." ”

Fu Yaoguang raised his hand uncontrollably, and the light of the long sword in his hand was cold.

Ling Chan smiled and spread her arms to him, but not to hug him, but to plunge his long sword into her chest.

Hot blood splattered Fu Shao's bare hands.

Ling Chan fell into Fuyaoguang's arms.

Her eyes were closed, her face was calm, and if it weren't for the blood, she looked like a fairy in the sky.

How can he save the girl in his arms?

…… He couldn't.

Fu Yaoguang hugged Ling Chan, watching Ling Chan's breathing stop, gradually losing her temperature, her life stopped quietly, and the spiritual power in his body boiled, surging accumulation and squeezing, breaking through the love that had been blocking him all along.

The breath is insanely long, the realm is round, and the body is full of strength, and the light at this moment seems to be omnipotent.

The dark clouds in the sky gathered, the thunder roared, and the purple thunder at the mouth of the bowl shone with golden light and fell fiercely.

The wooden house was torn apart by the lightning strike, and Fuyao Light did not avoid it, he just bent down, hugged the girl in his arms tightly, and shielded her from damage with his own arms.

The thunder resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the thunder smashed on Fuyaoguang's body.

Fuyaoguang was safe, but Ling Chan in her arms changed, her body emitted dots of light, and the fragments of human spirits flashed faintly in the roaring mountains and forests.

Fu Yaoguang tightened his arms in panic, but the girl's body suddenly shattered, turning into brilliant spots of light.

He maintained a hugging posture in vain, and the light flecks passed through his body, leaving a faint warmth, like sunlight.

One after another, the thunder tribulations became more and more ferocious, and Fu Shaoguang did not defend or fight back, he was in the vast snow, clasping his arms and hugging himself.

The snow stopped, and the golden sun pierced through the dark clouds and cast itself into the world.

The monks of Wushan looked for the thunder tribulation, came over, and saw Fuyaoguang standing alone in the sky, and saluted with fists one after another.

"Congratulations to Daojun for ascending to immortal and gaining the Great Dao!"

Fu Yaoguang lowered his head and saw many familiar faces saluting on the ground, the head of the house, Zhou Taotao, and Bai Ruisong...... In the distance, he could see the inhabitants of the mountainless city also kneeling on the ground, looking fanatical.

They are all believers in the Divine King.

The wind and snow are quiet, and the heavens and the earth are lonely, and they seem to be congratulating the ascension of Fuyao Light.

Congratulations to him for everything, congratulations to him for nothing.

The blood twisted the white snow to pieces, and he looked at the red snow on the ground, and only felt that the snow flowed from his heart.

The sun fell brightly on his body, and the pain was like a broken blade.

Fuyaoguang's chest seemed to have a big hole, and the wind and snow were whistling. He was the one who was pierced through the heart by a sword.

She's dead.

She wouldn't believe him.

She wouldn't believe him.

Why wouldn't she take a step back?

Those who died, forsaken the living.

Fuyao knew that he had been thrown away.

Fuyao Light died at this moment, and the person who opened his eyes was the Shaking Light Divine Monarch.

Fuyao looked up to the sky and laughed, his eyes were red, and his blood and tears were like beads.

The aura on his body twisted and rioted, transforming into turbidity, and his black pupils were cloudy, faintly revealing a dark red light.

He's going to be a demon.

Wushan everyone was shocked, and the persuasion of gossip turned a deaf ear.

Bai Ruisong was furious, and roared hoarsely: "Ling Chan has helped you become enlightened with her own body, not to let you fall into the devil!" If you fall into the devil, where will you put Ling Chan's life! ”

Fu Yaoguang looked over with scarlet eyes, and his voice was like a cold stone: "She doesn't care." ”

Ling Chan doesn't care about her life, she doesn't care about her reputation, she doesn't care about herself, and she doesn't care about others, will Fuyaoguang become a demon? Will her sacrifice be wasted?

She doesn't care.

"I care!" Bai Ruisong almost gritted his teeth, he looked at the bright blood on the ground, "You also care!" Fuyao Light, don't do anything that is unfavorable to Her Royal Highness the Princess! ”

His tone bordered on hatred.

What a guy who doesn't know what to do! Her Royal Highness the Princess's daughter's body, a life has given you a shake light, and now it means to do this kind of life and death!

I don't know how to be grateful, I don't know how to cherish, why did he win the favor of Her Royal Highness the Princess?

Fu Yaoguang was scolded by Bai Ruisong with a hooded face, and finally dissipated the scarlet under his eyes.

Bai Ruisong was right, Ling Chan also gave him the task...... White mist.

He's going to deal with the white fog.

Suddenly, he was gone.

……

Xue Xingchi was picking out clothes.

The octagonal building no longer buys dim sum, and now there are a lot of things stuffed in every room, some are gifts for Ling Chan, some are gifts for the future father-in-law Yan Huang, and some are used to bribe the palace people of Yan Kingdom...... In short, each has its own usefulness.

The largest one is Xue Xingchi's cloakroom, he carefully selected a set of tooth-yellow clothes, which lined the whole person's lips and white teeth, and he was very handsome.

He was delicate to every strand of hair, and then teleported to the room where Mayor Gu was under house arrest.

Eyebrows fluttered and asked: "You say, if Chanchan comes here today, will she like me a little more?" ”