In fact, Qing Ge's body is already transparent, and holding her with light and dust is like holding a ball of air. They seem to be embracing each other across different time and space, and they can't feel each other's bodies or each other's temperature.

"Dust. She added, "Would you like to close your eyes?"

In the end, the apologetic Heguang Tongchen naturally would not refuse her unreasonable request, he did not respond, but closed his eyes directly.

She looked at him and smiled, tears falling one by one, fortunately, her tears were also transparent at this time, and he couldn't feel it at all when it hit him.

"Dust, I'm really leaving. Don't open your eyes, don't look at me, you look at me, I'm afraid I'll be reluctant to go. ”

She stood on tiptoe and secretly dropped a kiss on his lips, without any touch, and he didn't respond, and even without him knowing, she smiled contentedly.

She didn't make a decision at all, she couldn't turn around the whole time, she just kept staring at him, staring at the snow-clad holy monk who had disturbed her heart by mistake.

"Qing Ge ......" he tightened the beads and told her with a sigh, "Don't cry, let yourself go, forget the poor monk." ”

He knew that he and she were destined to have no results.

So he never opened his eyes, even if he couldn't hear her crying, he knew that her tears never stopped for a moment, if the painting heart is a woman as passionate as fire, then Qingge is a woman as gentle as water.

The two of them are different after all. But after all, he planted a bad relationship with his own hands because of this ridiculous misunderstanding.

Why does the sky always create people like this?

Probably this is his inner demon, he is too obsessed with painting hearts, he wants the person in front of him too much to be his sweetheart, so although they are so different, he is unwilling to admit it from the bottom of his heart, and he is not even willing to suspect that she is not a painting heart.

In the end, his obsession became the obsession of two people, and his love alone became the love of him and Qingge.

And in his life, in addition to his love for Huaxin, he also has a sense of guilt for Qingge's eternal existence.

The wind gradually stopped, and even the fragrance of flowers gradually became invisible, and he silently counted a thousand more in his mind before he opened his eyes, but he could not even see her phantom.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

The evening breeze swept the streamer, gently blowing off the pear blossom branches and the fragrance of the tree. Under the tree, he could no longer see the delicate woman smiling and fragrant, he leaned over and gently picked up a handful of fallen flowers, wishing that she could be buried with the flowers in all kinds of affection.

Another gust of wind blew away, and he walked slowly, shaking off a pear-scented snow-covered robe.

The only thing that cannot be controlled in this world is the human heart.

He can't, and neither can Wu Buzhou.

Jun Yi is his first demon, and Qing Ge is his second demon, so what will be his next demon?

It seems that everyone in the formation will eventually come to such a hopeless step. He suddenly understood that this was a gamble between him and Wu Buzhou, and he had no chance of winning.

Even if he broke the formation, he also hurt the people he cared about.

Surrounded by dust, the scene quickly shifts, and the lush flowers turn into endless snowfields. His heart tightened, and what he was most afraid of meeting at this time was the person he wanted to see the most.

He Guang Tongchen straightened up and looked at the other side of the vast snowfield. There is a snow-capped mountain. If it weren't for the stunning woman in blue clothes and white hair standing under the towering snow-capped mountain, he would almost have thought that he had come out of the Four Souls Illusion Realm.

This majestic snow-capped mountain is clearly the Kyushu Peak.

Counting his past life and present life, there are only three or two women related to him, and the woman who will appear in Beichuan is obviously the Kyushu river god Zhou Linghan.

He Guang Tongchen's eyesight was excellent, and he saw from a distance that the woman's white hair was like snow, and her eyebrows were as cold as frost. A pale blue tulle fluttered without wind, as light and ethereal as a cloud shrouded in mist on the top of a mountain. The slight clouds and wide sleeves are as thin as cicada wings, with light silk and thin shoulders.

Really, the ice posture is jade, and the eyebrows are in the painting.

If you only talk about her appearance, her coldness is not inferior to the heart of painting.

There was snow all over the sky, and the one-foot-deep snow automatically receded to the sides, separating a way for her, she had a cold face, and a person slowly approached with a sword, but she didn't make a move on him for a long time, just stopped not far away, and confronted him quietly.

Standing far away, two by two.

He looked at her, ice and snow Qiongzi, especially like an old friend.

She looked at him, and the water was clear and clear, as if she saw the next life.

"Pure and dustless" she opened her mouth to call him, looking at his snow-clad monk's robe, his eyebrows were like the old, still the appearance in her memory, and smiled softly, "Don't come unharmed." ”

Standing in the wind, the monk's robe hunts. was stared at affectionately by a peerless beauty, but his face was still cold, and his voice was even more rejected, "I'm afraid the donor has recognized the wrong person." ”

Zhou Linghan sneered, and the long sword in his hand was ready to attack.

She laughed at him for still being cold and detached, without desire or desire, and said that the Buddha's heart was kind, but she felt that his heart was really colder and harder than her cold heart, not warm, not melting, and not broken.

She's really ...... There's nothing you can do about him!

"Don't dare to recognize each other, pretend to have amnesia, it's a pity...... I am too familiar with your face, even if your soul is scattered and ashes are gone, I can't forget it. Since thousands of light years have been waiting, you and I will never meet after all, and now the four souls are reunited in a desperate situation, and they should kill each other. ”

Zhou Linghan's words fell, and Guang Tongchen immediately felt a chill on his back, and the wind and snow around him turned into ice knives and frost swords surging towards him.

He stood still, the Buddhist scriptures were recited lightly, the red lotus slowly bloomed from the soles of his feet, the lotus flames were scorching, the tongue of fire jumped out three feet away, and the ice and snow turned into mist before they approached him.

Suddenly, a fierce wind arose, and he looked up at the same time, only to see that in the thick white mist, a palm as white as jade bones was striking at him.

Karmic Fire Lotus Flame, a person who is not of the Red Lotus bloodline, is not allowed to get close, because he did not dodge. Who knew that Zhou Linghan actually passed through the lotus flame with his ice body, and there was an ice sword in his hand.

The ice sword approached the door with a cold sword aura, and at this time he wanted to withdraw but it was too late, he thought that he would die for a lifetime. Unexpectedly, at the moment of Qianjun, Zhou Linghan retracted his momentum in time, and only the cold ice blue sword qi brushed his cheeks, cold to the bone.

"It seems...... You've completely forgotten me. Zeus Linghan floated in the air, leaning over to look at him, his long snow-colored hair hanging down like condensed clouds.

The peerless face close at hand, ice muscles and jade bones, and picturesque eyebrows.

He looked up at her aggressiveness, and although he couldn't see through her depth, he still looked calm.

The words that opened his mouth to her were wide but ruthless, "The poor monk has no grievances with the donor, so he can't bear to hurt the donor, and the donor must not get another inch, otherwise he will blame the poor monk's subordinates for not showing mercy." ”

Cold, cold. It is vividly displayed.

He is still like this, he has never changed, he still puts on a lofty posture, like a star hanging in the sky, spotless, but also out of reach.

The indifference and contempt in the eyes of Heguang Tongchen made Zhou Linghan feel extremely humiliated, and in an instant, it aroused the hatred she had accumulated for thousands of years.

She is the river god of Kyushu, a woman who is comparable to the Red Lotus Buddha, why does he ignore her, is she really so unsightly?

The woman who was still smiling a moment ago suddenly became angry and went crazy, "How can you show no mercy to my men? Have you forgotten? Even if your red lotus karmic fire can burn all over the world, it can only help me with the cold spirit, so you can only freeze me and imprison me, but you can never destroy me!"

"Why did the poor monk destroy you?" his tone was so flat that he didn't make any waves.

"If you don't destroy me, I will destroy you!" Zhou Ling Han smiled coldly, she was in the air, her blue clothes flew like a lotus, and her long snow-colored hair caressed his cheeks, "I accompanied you for three million years of wandering, and in the end, I only got you to bear my heart like ashes, you say, how should you repay me?"