Stunning as Fusang, between his eyebrows and eyes, at this time, it was all cold, and to kill the holy moon, for him, it was just a matter of waving his sleeves, but Fusang didn't want him to dirty his begonia mountains.

"Get out." After a while, Fusang spat out a cold word.

"If Jing'er had followed you back then, wouldn't it have the result like today-" The Holy Moon Emperor seemed to completely ignore Fusang's cold aura, muttering to himself alone, "She always mutters your name in her dreams, over and over again, her brows are deeply furrowed--"

"Hehe--" He smiled bitterly to himself, and the corners of his lips kept overflowing with black blood, "Since you can't love her, why, do you have to cruelly occupy her whole heart-"

Every time he said a word, he had to breathe for a long time, and in the snow and wind, the voice of the holy moon was low and hoarse, as if there was a wave of extreme pain, helplessness-

If it weren't for Jing'er's heart, there would never be half a place for him, why would he hate because of love, and why would he be affected by the loss of his soul and endlessly magnify his negative emotions before he personally gave death to the person he loved the most?

Fusang was dressed in a silver robe, full of silver hair and its brilliance, every strand of hair was flowing with crystal brilliance, at this time, those silver eyes stared at the Holy Moon Emperor, as if he was looking at a dying man.

When he was alive, he didn't know how to cherish, but after he died, he stayed together silently, and now he doesn't want anyone to disturb Jiang Wenjing's peace.

At the end, the silver eyes turned slightly, and the cold gaze fell directly on Huang Qingwan's body.

The girl in the red dress in front of her looked a little similar to Jiang Wenjing, and after six years, when Fusang saw this face again, she couldn't help but squint slightly.

After a long time, he said slowly, "Don't let anyone disturb her peace anymore." ”

Huang Qingwan also looked at him, and even now, she still couldn't see through what kind of person Fusang was.

said that he was heartless and ruthless, but after the death of the little mother, he silently guarded her and became a round of the sun that will always shine on the little mother.

said that he didn't have seven emotions and six desires, but he would be angry because of the arrival of the Holy Moon Emperor-

It's for the sake of the little mother's relatives who are angry?

Huang Qingwan is really good, I can't understand Fusang, I don't know what kind of past he has, and what kind of state of mind he has.

It's like an ice-colored lotus flower blooming on the cliff of a snow-capped mountain, which can only be viewed from a distance, but it can never be touched-

"Is she really at peace when she's by your side?" Before Huang Qingwan could say anything, the Holy Moon Emperor suddenly stepped up, standing three steps away from Fusang, almost using up the strength of his life, "Yes, I am deeply guilty and gave Jing'er death with my own hands, but you are more cruel than me, you know, it is you who punished her heart!" ”

The heart is more cruel than the body, a hundred times more cruel!

How can a man who makes her so desperate give Jing'er peace again?

The snowflakes in the sky accompanied by the crimson begonias came down one after another, and they surrounded Fusang, those silver eyes, suddenly, flashed a cold light, Fusang's sleeves waved, and the cold murderous aura went directly towards the Holy Moon Emperor.

It didn't seem to be forceful, but with a slight wave of his sleeves, he directly threw the Holy Moon Emperor Lord hundreds of meters away.

The already weak body was almost turned into ashes at that moment.

Fusang stood in the cold wind, his clothes fluttering, like a stunning immortal.

He is heartless and ruthless, without the seven emotions and six desires of ordinary people, but he only has strange feelings for Jiang Wenjing, even if he never admits it.