"Obediently, my mother is very good, don't read it--" In a trance, Huang Qingwan seemed to hear a gentle woman's voice, she was stunned, and looked around, but only saw the begonia flowers flying in the sky.

Is it, I just want to, so silently guarding the side of the great god of Fuso-

Huang smiled softly, a pair of dark red eyes, there was no longer that cold color, a person nodded silently, in the palm of his hand, took a petal, let it flutter with the wind-

She was covered in clothes and hair, and only said, "Little mother, goodbye--"

Jiang Wenjun stood beside her, and he also felt that very familiar atmosphere, as if his former sister had come, but when he searched carefully, he couldn't find anything.

Fang Cai, as if someone was saying, "Xiaojun, don't blame yourself, my sister has been laid to rest in peace--"

Is it a hallucination? But it's not like --

Perhaps, it was a mental power before death, still in the body, unwilling to leave, and now, turned into a breeze, blowing beside them--

The knot in the hearts of the two of them, in this breeze, slowly untied, the living people, even if they still want to live, have now been abused into dogs, and the matter of the Holy Moon Dynasty has come to an end.

At dusk, the heavy snow stopped, the sunset was like fire, and the begonia mountains were like a peerless fairyland.

Two figures, one small and one large, flashed through the void, slowly disappearing into the sky--

"Wangwang--" In the mountains of Begonia, the little white dog raised his head and looked at the disappearing figure, as if he saw Jiang Wenjing back then, making it difficult to let go.

"Xiaobai, be quiet." Fusang stretched out his hand, carried the tail of the little white dog, and held it in his arms, and a pair of crystal silver eyes slowly fell on the figure that was about to disappear in the sky.

From the time they first met six years ago, he had already discovered an extraordinary aura on Huang Qingwan's body.

Giving her the magic of subduing demons and immortals also depends on her own creation-

Begonia flowers fly, those silver eyes, fell on the sleeping person again, quiet, peaceful, a breeze blowing, a woman's voice slowly came.

"Fuso Okami, thank you-"

Fusang was stunned, his silver hair was flying, and he kept quietly looking at the sleeping man, who was already a cold corpse, without any vitality, but at the end of his life, he left a mark.

There was an inexplicable feeling in his heart, an indescribable feeling, like what mortals say, uncomfortable--

"Wang-" The fluffy little white dog was in Fusang's arms, staring at a pair of big round eyes, with tears in his eyes, and his little appearance looked pitiful.

"Wen Jing--" Fusang looked at the woman at the bottom of the Jingtan, and after a long time, he slowly and deeply spit out these two words.

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Half a moon is fleeting. The Holy Moon Dynasty has already changed the world, it is said that on the third day of Huang Qingwan's departure, the Holy Moon Emperor has issued an order, although Huang Qingwan is not rare The position of the Holy Moon Emperor is not rare, but the Holy Moon Emperor still made an edict to pass on the position of the Holy Moon Emperor to her, and after her death, the Thirteen Princes temporarily supervised the country.

The Holy Moon Emperor is supposed to be a smart person, and now the Holy Moon Dynasty is already in turmoil, and only the phoenix can save the entire Holy Moon.

Although she didn't want to force her, she was really the only one who had the ability to become the Holy Moon Emperor, and none of the other children had the courage and ability of her!