TaoTaoYan wants to speak and stare at him. "We agreed to wait for everything to return to Qingfengguan for the aged."
"Maybe I’ll break my word and I can’t go with you."
Taotao, "I’ll accompany you, too. I said I would accompany you even if the purgatory road was long."
"No need," he said flatly.
Taotao "… you also said you wanted me to be your bride"
This time he was quiet for a long time before he said softly, "We can wait for a reincarnation."
Taotao raised his eyebrows. "You are really …"
She abruptly pulled out her feet from the vine of evil flowers and stubbornly stepped over the flowers and walked towards him regardless of the pain and spewing blood.
The girl’s stubbornness, as always, exudes a bright and wanton taste, which makes people unable to move their eyes.
The nangongshan dust looked at her and moved her face. Her look was long, as if it had penetrated through 300 years, and it had mixed with profound things for a long time.
But he still looks calm.
Taotao is about to walk up to him, and the evil flowers everywhere suddenly grow up in different places.
Vine petals intertwined to form a cuboid cage, which trapped her road ahead and the four directions.
Taotao had to stay where she was. She pursed her lips. "I’m really angry with Nangong Dust."
When he was a child, he was always secretly angry because she took Hui-jue to the market.
When he was a teenager, he was in a wild prison. Amb Lee said that he wanted her to cross the suffering of all beings.
It was after he became a god that he had to force an answer from her.
He kept asking her to be his bride.
It’s him, too. Goodbye and willing to rise and fall in the sea of Asura for 300 years.
Then he decided that the cause and effect went against the sky and he wanted to send her back to 300 years ago.
Now he won’t even let her near.
Taotao took her feet to kick the evil flower cage, but the tenacity of the cage didn’t help.
He suddenly smiled, "I still have good strength."
Taotao thinks that venting with a full belly and fire can stare at him and "let me go"
The Nangong turned a deaf ear to dust.
The evil vine in the cage will hook the peach, peach and waist bell and send it to Nangong Dust.
He held the bell. "Taotao, I spoke to you, remember?"
He said a lot.
Taotao didn’t know which sentence he was referring to at the moment.
"You have to remember"
"This game is the last step of the tail difference."
Taotao saw the Nangong dust eyes through the cage.
At that moment, his gentle eyes made her dream back to the journey to Tanshan that year.
She wobbled on an old mule. He sat behind the mule and listened to her chatter.
It was a distant memory to him.
It was only yesterday for her.
He went to the cage. "I was born to be you and you were born to be me."
As quiet as the dead of night
The sound of birds chirping in the mountains disappeared in a flash.
The fog in the distance between the red moon and the sky is cold and cold, and an unreal but ridiculous feeling wraps peaches in an instant.
At that moment, all kinds of pictures of the past floated like lanterns before her eyes.
Before she reached out and grabbed something, the Nangong dust was close to the cage through the flowers.
He leaned over and kissed her cold forehead gently in the blood-stained moonlight.
"It’s a windy and snowy life, but you don’t regret it when you meet."
"-I want you to remember me forever even if the peaches are extinguished by the ten-party purgatory fire method."
His lips are cold and he can touch bones through his skin.
Words are so gentle, but peach hands and feet are as cold as frozen.
She reached out her fingertips and tried to hold him.
Damn, the flower cage is so dense that she touches a corner of his robe.
A second is like a handful of quicksand pulling away from your fingertips and you can’t catch anything.
The nangongshan dust turned to the cliff and didn’t look at her again, as if all the dust behind him needed to stay in the past.
His robe was blown up by the wind at the edge of the cliff to reveal a tall and slender figure.
He looked up at the sky, his eyes were as still as dead water, and no one could guess his mind through such eyes.
Heaven’s giant eyes stare at people coldly.
The surging force surrounded him, and Zhou Dizhong sent a tremor in his hand.
The black robe soaked in blood floats in the cool spring breeze in the middle of the night, and his hand clock goes straight to meet the huge eyes in the center of the dome.