In March, the ice and snow melt, the geese return to the south, and the grass grows and the warbler flies.

On a vast and endless fertile grassland, blue sky and white clouds, flowers are clustered, under this splendid spring beauty, a slender and clean cyan figure walked slowly, carefully embracing the white-clothed woman who had been scarred and scarred between his arms, he put her on the grassland, the white dress as white as snow was gorgeously unfolded, surrounded by small white flowers growing in the grass, and the small white flowers mixed with small ice crystals in the sky were sprinkled down one after another, I don't know who shed tears.

Her slender fingers gently caressed her unrecognizable silhouette, and her fingertips trembled slightly, as if holding a rare treasure that was unique in the world.

- Bamboo, have you been asleep for so long and still refuse to wake up?

- Bamboo, I'm sorry, I came too late, and you suffered so much and so much grievance.

- Bamboo, you see, we have gone home, and this grassland is still as beautiful as before, as if nothing has changed.

The white flowers swirled and floated down, landing on her hair and her dress, and he leaned over and kissed her cheeks, which were full of red and swollen burns, trembling all over, and tears kept falling like broken threads, and he couldn't tell whether it was his or hers.

Bamboo, I already know that I did wrong, I was too eager to make you like this, I swear there will be no next time, I will guard you well to make you happy and make you laugh, so, wake up quickly, okay? Don't sleep, don't die......

He kissed her pale lips tenderly, and cold, salty tears slid down their lips and teeth, and there was an air of almost despair in the air, almost destroying them all.

In the rain of white flowers sprinkled all over the sky, a slender purple figure stood in the distance and watched him kiss her lips desperately, her silky long hair was gently pulled up, and she was casually wrapped with a white jade grate inlaid with amethyst.

Mrs. Zhifan watched from afar at the two people who were pale and kissing under the rain in the sky, taking in the tears that kept falling Sima Changyuan, her heart was twisted, and she could hardly breathe in pain, how could her lord, so noble and proud lord, be able to shed such fragile and shameful tears?

I still remember the appearance when he brought back the scarred Gong Qianzhu that day, after so many years of separation, she finally saw his true appearance thousands of years ago, such a noble and gorgeous golden mark, such a beautiful and extreme appearance, and the innate powerful divine power, this is the real him, the real first god who opened the world and respected me!

However, that appearance only lasted for a short half a cup of tea, he just flew down from the clouds with Gong Qianzhu in his arms, the divine body slowly faded, and turned back into an ordinary person, she suddenly woke up again at that time, in fact, he was the master, but he was no longer the lord he once was, he smiled at the mortal dust galloping through the Six Realms, and he called on the gods to be omnipotent back then, and now there is only a wisp of residual divine soul floating in the Six Realms, existing for Gong Qianzhu, existing for Gong Xuanyue, and existing for "them" back then.

That day, he stood on the steep cliff, his eyes were terrifying, his eyes were almost enchanted, his expression was like crying and laughing, and his face was like frost when he looked closely, he said, he failed to protect her thousands of years ago, and now he still hasn't protected her, since he can't protect her in any way, what is the use of having the power of Pangu? What is the point of living this life?

Even if she was so frightened that she fell to her knees, as the only remaining human form formed by the soul attached to the fragment of the Pangu axe, he was destined to only open the power of Pangu twice in his life, and now he has used it once in order to save the palace Qianzhu, if there is another time, I am afraid that the soul will be destroyed, and there will really be no half of his existence anymore.

Because Yan Ruyu used the nine-fold dragon fire, ordinary treatment methods could not work at all on the large-scale scalds and burns on Gong Qianzhu's body, so she was ordered by him that day and went back to the Wufu Realm.

She still remembers Sima Changyuan's terrifying eyes that day, he said, since the burn can't be cured, then just change the skin.

Such a cruel sentence, he said it so lightly, she couldn't help but shudder, she couldn't go back, it turned out that they couldn't go back for a long time, everyone was already in tatters, no matter how hard they tried to get it back, they couldn't go back to the past.

And her lord has long been scattered outside the Six Realms, no matter how much she prays, no matter how many years she waits, he will not come back, once he loses something, he will never get back.