As deep as love is, how deep is resentment-

Wrong, wrong, right, grievances, and grievances, in the end, the sun and the moon are silent, the water passes without a trace, and the so-called abandoners are just a little obsession.

She also thought, Fusang, if one day, I have gray hair and a twilight face, will you, as always, hold my hand and be gentle?

It's just heartbeat, emotion, but things are not, and people are not-

Fusang, you see, the sun is warm, the years are quiet, I have been waiting, if you don't come, I, how dare I, grow old?

Wait, wait, you're here after all, it's just that I'm still me, but you're not, it's not for a long time, the Fusang of the year-

Between us, I have missed too much, if there is an afterlife, will I, as always, be devoted to you alone, entangled to it, and refuse to let go?

I don't know-

At this time, her eyes were full of helplessness and sadness when she looked at Fusang.

Fusang, I can't see it at all now, she's sad, in helplessness-

When they reunited, she was a stone sculpture, and when she woke up, he was sleeping in a demonic body.

Fuso, I want to tell you how much, for so many years, in fact, I have always missed you-

Actually, I've never hated you-

It's a pity that Fuso can't hear these words anymore.

In the world, there are always so many helpless things, no matter how hard you try, you can't reverse the traces of fate.

Her obsession is finally when it's time to let go, so she pulls it and the red-haired Fusang goes to hell together!

Xiao Mo's body was already transparent to the point of approaching a phantom, and the light of the laurel scepter in her hand was extremely dim.

Letting go of the fingers that fell on Huang's eyebrows, for the last time, she gently hugged her and said in her ear, "Little Mo, take care-"

Huang Qingwan's heart is extremely sour, in her body, endless power, is rushing out wildly, her spiritual root, as if it has grown again, the green of life, quickly spreading, nourishing the life star in the body, life month, life day-

Huang Qingwan could feel that the whole person seemed to be released, and the strange and familiar power was refining every cell in her body over and over again.

It's just that at this time, her body is very heavy, as if she is petrified, and she can't move.

The little bun in her arms was affected by her and couldn't move.

The mother and son were heartbroken when they saw such a small desert.

Huang Qingwan wanted to speak, but found that he couldn't even say a word at this time.

Xiao Mo glanced at her deeply, showed her the warmest smile in her life, suddenly turned around, like a moth to a fire, holding the light-shining laurel scepter, desperate, and walked towards the red-haired Fusang.

At that moment, the murderous aura emanating from her body shook the entire seventh layer of the Heavenly Palace.

At that time, before Xiao Mo was able to protect Fusang and the million-strong army of the barbarian fierce clan alone, her ability should not be underestimated.

Even now, there is already the last bit of strength left, Xiao Mo, who wants to pull the red-haired Fusang into endless hell completely.

She must not let Xiao Xiaomo's biological father become the biggest obstacle on her future path.

"Hmph, do you want to die with me? It's up to you! The red-haired Fusang watched Xiao Mo rush up with boundless murderous aura, the corners of his lips were merciless sneering, in his opinion, Xiao Mo was already at the end of the crossbow, no matter how powerful she was, now, she was just vulnerable.