Use eternal life and eternity to make up for a mistake, this price is really too big, Rao is a hard-hearted phoenix, at this moment, I was a little moved.

Fusang always had his back to them, and his breath was still cold, but this time, he didn't make a move against the Holy Moon Emperor.

Begonias were flying in the sky, and he stood with his back to them, like a sculpture, motionless.

"How did you ever know that in the heart of the little lady, there was never you." Huang sighed inexplicably, but someone had a preconceived idea and occupied the most important position in the heart of the little lady, and that was a position that no one could replace.

Before the little lady was given death, the sentence, "Wen Jing's husband is like this, there is nothing to say-"

If it is the Holy Moon Emperor, if you think about it carefully, you can also get a glimpse of how disappointed the little lady was in him at that time, and only if she cares, will she be disappointed?

"Yes, did you care about it before--" In the snow wind, the Holy Moon Emperor said in a deep and slow manner, as if he was comforting himself, those eyes had begun to dissipate, and with the dissipation of the primordial spirit and soul, the thin figure had begun to become translucent-

"Yue'er, in the days to come, do it for yourself, as a father, I owe you too much in this life, and there is no repayment in the next life, I only wish you a good life-"

Then, his sloppy eyes fell on the frost-covered Emperor Qianji, "May the son of the wolf treat me with sincerity--"

The voice of the Holy Moon Emperor Lord began to become ethereal, he finally didn't know, Ji Bangyue died many years ago-

After all, he still loves Ji Bangyue-

Huang Qingwan only felt panicked in her heart, and Ji Bangyue's primordial emotions were affecting her again.

The gentle light of the holy moon was all dispersed, and it was submerged under the foot of the Begonia Mountains, and the thick snow melted almost in an instant, although the sky was still snowing, the ground under his feet, but in an instant, sunflowers bloomed everywhere-

At this moment, the figure of the Holy Moon Emperor completely disappeared, turning his primordial spirit and immortality into the warmest sunflower in the land, guarding Jiang Wenjing's sleeping place.

Fusang is the sun that Jiang Wenjing follows, and the holy moon turns into a sunflower, following the direction she is pursuing, maybe one day, at the end of the world, he will meet her again-

At that time, he would say a good word to her, Jing'er, I'm sorry-

If everything can go back to the beginning, if you want to, I'll let it go-

It will really, let go, give you freedom, as long as you are happy, everything is fine.

Unfortunately, you can't turn back the clock --

He can only let his heart get a little redemption in this way-

The snowy night seemed to be quiet in an instant, and only the sound of flowers blooming could be heard.

Throughout the Begonia Mountains, patches of sunflowers grow, spreading all the way, under the light of the bright stars, plated with a light layer of gold.

Flowers, blooming presumptuously, but, blooming to desolation-

Fusang was dressed in a silver back and had a picturesque back, and after a long time, he said coldly, "Stupid person-"

Yes, in his opinion, everything is the Holy Month's own doing, what is love?

Although he didn't understand, he felt that Sheng Yue did not love Jiang Wenjing as much as he imagined.

All he did was to redeem his own heart.

Everything is for himself after all.

He doesn't like the world, because all the emotions and desires of the world are dirty.