Among the begonia flowers, he turned around, his silver back was picturesque, he was not curious about the outside world, he just wanted to spend his whole life in this quiet begonia mountains, guarding Jiang Wenjing's tranquility until the end of his life.

None of the other people's business has anything to do with him.

His Royal Highness the Prince of the World's purple eyes were slightly dark, as powerful as him, I don't know where this stunning silver-haired man came from, in this time for so many years, Emperor Qianji has never heard of such a number one person, and the most important thing is that the one on his body, the divine power-

Even if it's very light.

Emperor Qian didn't speak, Fusang, if he was an enemy, would be the most powerful enemy he had ever met.

It's just Fuso, and I don't want to do anything with them.

"Ahem-" Fuso hadn't left yet, when he heard a dull cough in the snow.

Those silver eyes instantly became much colder.

He Fusang made a move, and there would be no life, that man, isn't he dead yet?

Huang Qingwan was also slightly surprised, for the Holy Moon Emperor, she didn't have any feelings, and all his emotions were just from Ji Bangyue's primordial spirit.

She didn't expect that the Holy Moon Emperor Lord would be swept away by Fusang with such a weak body, and he would still be alive.

His Royal Highness the Prince of the World was even more expressionless, he said, the man of the Holy Moon Emperor, pitiful, hateful-

"I'm not leaving—" It was another long time before another faint voice came from the snow.

The bones of the Holy Moon Emperor Lord were almost broken, and his internal organs were shattered, but he stood up with his weak body.

Dressed in a black and gold robe, hunting in the snow wind, "Jing'er is here, I'm here-"

He coughed up blood, and there was no fear in his eyes, "Before I was born, I couldn't live with her, I only hope that after death, I will become a guardian spirit and always guard her sleeping place-"

Fusang didn't turn around, his silver back was silent in the begonia petals in the sky, and no one knew what he was thinking in his heart at this time.

"Fusang, she doesn't love me, but I love her deeply, perhaps, I'm much happier than you, at least, I will love, I will love deeply-" The Holy Moon Emperor continued to cough up blood, and the life force of his whole body was rapidly draining, at this moment, he had not hesitated to scatter his Yuan Shen with his own hands, and the warm light of the Holy Moon was born from his body, slowly sinking into the ground under his feet-

Huang Qingwan stood in the distance, her dark red eyes were slightly sunk, she didn't expect that the Holy Moon Emperor would be able to disperse even her own primordial god with her own hands-

Do you just want to turn into a warm light and protect the land where the little lady is?

What a man, sad man.

Love is too persistent, and he does not hesitate to bury everything he has-

At this moment, Huang Qingwan's heart hurt inexplicably, and she couldn't tell whether Ji Bangyue was distressed or she was distressed.

Emperor Qianji didn't say a word, just held Huang Qing's hand tightly, he and Bang Bang wanted to stay happily together for a lifetime, between them, there would never be a tragedy like the Holy Moon Emperor-

On the Holy Moon Emperor Lord, the primordial spirit was rapidly draining, and Huang Qingwan only stood from a distance and watched, and did not stop it, however, after a while, she was even more shocked that the Holy Moon Emperor Lord even scattered his own soul-

"Why bother?" Huang Qingwan couldn't help it, and said in a deep voice, it's not enough to bury your life, do you want to bury eternal life?

"Yue'er, as you said, there are some mistakes, you can't make them in your life, use your father's eternal life to make up for the guilt of your mother, and you won't regret it as a father---"