At the bottom of the endless abyss, there is still a clear ray of luster, like a spring, leisurely shattering the leaves of the Fusom tree.
Here I saw a wave of bright pond, but there were branches and vines wrapped around the bottom. Looking through the shadows, the Fusang sacred tree was planted backwards at the bottom of the pond. The only light was the sunlight that shone through the shadows of the leaves.
The National Master stood up and was surprised to find that he was finally trapped by this woman who claimed to be his "members" to the bottom of Guixu.
A perfect trick to kill!
Lianyin was standing not far in front of him, still calm, like a jade carving coming out of the water, with a charming and charming intention, but calm and cold murderous intention, like an evil ghost with a beautiful woman's skin, like a flower and jade, with a disgusting face.
Rushou gave her a cold look, and suddenly a sharp golden light burst out, and Sen was so cruel that he threw away the evil spirit pressure.
Lianyin shook her sleeves and avoided her, but she didn't expect that the guy was faster than her. She waved to her side with just a flash, and strangled her neck and pushed her to the ground.
"Why do you betray me!"
Lianyin was hit hard by this, but she had no strange colors at all, as if she had already lost consciousness.
"It's all over, it's time to end. What are you obsessed with!"
Rushou swallowed the painful breath, and Sensen withdrew his hand, but his fingertips were trembling slightly.
He looked at Lianyin coldly, "Can you bear it?" He smiled coldly, but laughed heartily, "Yes, I know we should have died long ago... But so what! I just can't stand the ghost star! I can't stand you all disappear!"
Lianyin also smiled coldly, "If you can't stand it, just end it as soon as possible. When will you still want to cause disaster?"
The pool water suddenly burst, and the green leaves suddenly emerged and water was poured into a blade, forming a giant snake that rushed towards Rushou.
The two old gods were probably crazy, and they were all approaching the life gate with one move, but they also took their lives in, and they were quite stunning to die together.
Lian Yinyao traveled a magic trick to teleport thousands of miles in Lizhou City, consuming a lot of spiritual power, and finally got a perfect disadvantage in this practical place.
The quiet pond with calm sacred trees suddenly roared, the springs rose and ice condensed, and a solemn momentum began to slay.
Rushou had definitely tasted the frozen taste, and then he sniffed out the breath of a certain white wolf. Then he subconsciously flashed, but he didn't notice another mysterious fire that made him hate him and smashed it into his heart, pressing it hard into his body, burning his soul torment.
The screams trembled, and the soul-breaking taste of his soul-breaking taste, which has filled the pain and resentment of thousands of years.
The time is as bright as the bright moon, covered with white snow, the world admires it, and all people come to pay homage to it. If dust is contaminated with it, it will be the most disgusting mud in this world, and the gifts are also unpredictable.
He vomited cold blood like crying, and the body that did not belong to him did not fall into a cold tears, but he still smiled arrogantly.
In addition to the ghost star, there is no other person here who is not his clan in the past - this woman remembers, but she still wants to kill him. The wolf forgot everything and wants to kill him.
Only Zhurong, the cleanest who died, never hurt him from beginning to end.
He had been alone for thousands of years of loneliness. Before all this became bloody, he could comfort himself. Although life has returned to heaven and earth, his soul remains unchanged. No matter how deep the turbid hatred is, he is still the familiar soul.
But this is just his delusion after all...
In the end, they all changed. Only he still had the longing for thinking, thinking that all this could go back to the past.
Sometimes, it only takes a moment to drive a soul crazy.
The mysterious and turbid fire burned by, and he was silent for a moment, but the hidden golden spirit breath suddenly changed, bursting into a blood-stained golden cold killing blade.
"Entertainment Father, can you promise me a wish?"
...What's wrong with this guy? What else can I wish for in this situation!
"Say!" However, the Marshal seemed to have responded.
"When my adoptive father returns, can he plant a pear tree for me in the woods where I picked me up?"
...How can I return it?
Jun Han wanted to ask this, but in a blink of an eye, he saw him smile gently, curling a trace of bitterness, and instantly released the fire all over his body to the strongest.
"Dust chase!"
After all, he did not give Jun Han a chance to refuse. He ignited his soul and flew out in the moment he faced the turbid red golden sharpness, and a blood-turbid karma lotus bloomed.
After two violent reasses and collisions, Yi Chen chased his body and was burned by the fire. The moment he lost consciousness, he slapped the most violent blow into his body, and tore the soul, which had already been riddled with holes, even split a gap.
Jun Han stared at the golden light and mysterious fire falling in a daze, and his heart was severely opened to his mouth.
The fire fell and the light faded, and the mist sparked another mist, but there was still murderous intent to run away.
Jun Han suddenly came to his senses, but Yu Guang had already seen a sharp golden mist coming.
This momentum came suddenly. Jun Han hurriedly pulled away. When he was about to fight back, a touch of warmth suddenly appeared on his back, but he heard a sound of flesh and blood breaking sound.
Jun Han was completely stunned.
The remaining fire was still burning, and licking the roots of the Fusang wood. After getting the firewood, it became more and more arrogant.
"Liyin!"
Jun Han immediately turned around and hugged Lianyin's blood-stained body, but saw a ray of green spirit breath falling from her body, and it would be destroyed if it was touched by water.
Fusang is also withering, and the breath of resurrection that was originally filled with this entire spiritual realm will no longer exist.
"Jun Han..." Lianyin struggled to support her eyelids, raised her hand, and stroked Jun Han's cheek with some difficulty, "I'm sorry..."
Jun Han grabbed her desolate hand, "You are not sorry for me, lying..."
Lianyin smiled, and that warmth would only fall apart.
"Next time, there is no scammer, no other... only me, I love you..." She smiled and shed a tear, "Do we still have a chance?"
"Yes..." Jun Han smiled with pains, "I'll wait for you in the next life..."
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In midsummer, snow filled the sky, and the bitterness from the north robbed the entire Central Plains.
People only think that this wonder is a disaster that God has punished something, but they do not know that this is the end of the god's sorrow. The last trace of remaining may belong to the power that the gods have lost control.
Jun Han could no longer appreciate the feeling of regaining the old place. He felt so much that he ended up just twisting into a numbness.
The flowers bloom and the people disperse, and the flowers fall and the people return. That kid is really poetic. He can really choose such a very suitable tree. He even let Jun Han plant a wolf that dies. He is really not afraid that the trees will become the trees before the spring. Apart from standing alone, there is nothing else to use.
Jun Han carefully planted this sapling that did not even have any spiritual consciousness into the soil, and specially chose a place with sufficient light, hoping to survive with his innate coldness.
This small tree is not as tall as half a person, and there are no flowers and leaves. It is like a dry plum that has not yet been red, but its branches are not so enchanting.
Jun Han's fingertips led a trace of clear spiritual breath, which transformed away the thin snow at the roots of the small tree, and turned around—
But I saw another snow shadow standing among the snow, and his white hair was as good as the snow.
Jun Han was stunned, but he didn't expect Li Yue to appear here.
"Why are you here?"
Jun Han didn't see any acquaintance this time, and just planned to plant the little tree that Yi Chen pursued and quietly returned to his final destination, completely ending all this chaos.
Li Yue moved her lips, but couldn't speak. She lowered her eyes, then walked up and silently fell into Jun Han's arms.
"..." Jun Hanlong was stunned again, but he felt that the warmth was numb, as if he had asked him to taste the warmth of the world again.
"Dad..." Li Yue murmured, but buried her face in his collar, "You are really my dad..."
If this scene had come earlier, Jun Han might not have felt that deep warmth - even though he missed a lot, he finally saw her growing up.
Jun Han gently locked her, "Well, Yue'er..."
Liyue was born not to cry, but her father still burst into tears, and she was sobbing that she couldn't even say a word.
Jun Han raised his hand and pressed it gently between her hair, "Don't be indulging in the past in the future. Everything is as good as you want. I will keep the Tielin Army's military talisman in Shu Ling's hand, Baili Yun is still in Canghai Pavilion, enough to protect you and Li Ying's future generations without worries - Sorry, I haven't been able to get married, so I will take a step forward for my father..." Jun Han seemed to suddenly sniff out a little sob, and paused, and gently pressed her hair down, then finally said: "Take care yourself."
When we part here, the wind and snow are vast, life and death are lonely.
After several rounds of spring and autumn, the snow in summer and winter is gone, and the blood has already clotted. The world returns to life, and the grass can cover the remaining blood.
In the late spring, the wind passed, the sound of leaves rustled, the pears fell like snow, and before the white branches had fallen, a shadow slowly stopped under the tree. The finger in the sleeves was gently lifted up, and a small white flower was connected to the palm of the palm, but before the warmth of the palm of the feet was dyed, it flew towards the wind again.
Liyue has been here for several years and comes to take care of the small trees every day, hoping that the flowers will be hopeless, but today it happened to be a miracle.
The man under the tree turned his face, smiling as warm as the old, his eyes as stars, but he was still in awe.
"I'm back, Yue'er."
Chapter completed!