Qing Wei didn't understand what it was like, and there was a bit of a mess in her heart.

Yes, mortals can't become demons, and the strength of inferior immortals can't beat her at all. But hatred has to be avenged...... After all, the rights and interests of the two are not moral victories, but simply strength wins.

Qing Wei just looked at him,

Wu Gang's swarthy face was like a mature mulberry, and he smiled helplessly: "This kind of thing is Tianli, which has always been set by the strong.

The so-called morality is nothing more than the rules by which the weak want to protect themselves.

The family also saw it, it didn't matter about nostalgia, it didn't matter about struggle. ”

Suddenly, I felt that the wind was strong, and the good bun was blown apart by such a crazy wind, and the leaves of the unknown tree flew around, obstructing the vision.

When everything calmed down, the person in front of her shone with a little golden light, shaking off like a laurel when the flowers bloomed.

His feet were rooted in the dirt, his tattered clothes were like the grain of a tree, his wrinkled smile gradually blended with the mud, and his arms stretched out, weaving beautiful dreams with the golden light.

Everything seems to be true and false,

He just laughed and ......

Then the last gust of wind blew over, but look at the laurel flying......

Qing Wei listened to the ethereal voice that seemed to come from far away, and he said, "Forgive me, I just want to stay in my hometown forever......"

The golden osmanthus flowers, like melting snow, flew into the neighborhood with the gust of wind. Everyone raised their heads and looked at the unknown flowers around them, exuding an alluring fragrance.

"What kind of flower is this?"

"I know, I've never seen it in this village......"

"That should be a blessing from heaven, and it will be precious. In that case, let's call it osmanthus......"

"Good, good, that's a good name!"

“……”

It was mid-autumn, and the children raised their heads to see the tiny flowers flying in front of them, and put down the mooncakes in their hands. Chasing, laughing, laughing like silver bells.

Qing Wei also raised his head with such a beautiful little golden flower, looking at the moon in the sky, and I don't know when there was no gray shadow on it.

It hung so bright and smooth in the blue sky, as if it had been smoked by wine, and it was slightly shy.

The laurel tree in the ruined courtyard trembled its branches, as if it was very joyful, he had thought of freedom, and then revenge, and now ......

I have let go of everything and entered samsara.

No

It is a reincarnation that has to let go of everything and is unwilling.

The desire to have a disproportionate strength is the greatest pain.

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When Qing Wei returned to Fengling Palace, he saw Feng Jiu sitting at the round table, holding his chin with one hand, not knowing what he was thinking. Qing Wei is completely only a phoenix dove is too sad.

She thought about her previous petty behavior, and suddenly lowered her head.

He took out the laurel branch from his coat pocket and handed it over.

The phoenix dove didn't notice Qing Wei in his contemplation, but only looked at a light purple jade carving in his sight, with gold lines slowly flowing on it. It is the shape of a laurel branch, which smells fragrant, and it is suitable for making a fan pendant.

He was stunned for a moment, looking at the small thing in front of him, his eyebrows frowned even more, "What do you want to do?" ”

Qing Wei coughed a little unnaturally, "You like her, I shouldn't be too close to you." This thing should be apologized. Wu Gang has turned into a laurel tree, which is the one I cut off when I left for the last time......"

She looked at the phoenix's noncommittal expression, and felt a little unhappy in her heart, and then took it back. "Oh, remembered. Since you like her, you'd better not take my stuff as well-

- Hey! What are you robbing for! ”