Chapter 4692:

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There is no smell of her between heaven and earth.
Ye Lingyue invested in the Taiyin goddess with her soul, and her breath disappeared completely at that moment.
I can't believe this fact for nine nights, but it all happened to him.
Ye Lingyue, the soul flies away.
She will never appear again.
Ye Lingyue, who is gnashing his teeth and loving and hating, is dead.
"Ha ha--"
In the eyes of the nine nights, the red light flashed, and in his throat, a burst of dry laughter sounded.
That laughter is even more difficult than crying.
"It’s good to die, it’s good to die. You end up, not belonging to anyone. That man, like me, can never get you.

After nine nights of gaze, it fell to the person not far away.
In the end, Ye Lingyue did not marry anyone.
She is still only her night linger.
The heart of the nine nights was distorted, and the grief reached the extreme. Instead, he gave birth to a sick pleasure.
If you look at the night and the emperor, they are only more uncomfortable than death.
Since all are dead, the death of the night Ling is not a good thing.
Needless to say, the death of the night Ling, I am afraid that someone is more painful than him.
I watched the emperor for nine nights.
He thought that the death of Ye Lingyue would make the man feel better than death, crying and crying, revealing the most vulnerable side.
But when he saw the emperor's expression, the eyes of the nine nights were stagnation.
how come?
The emperor stood there, and since Ye Lingyue devoted himself to the Taiyin gods, he began to disappear, and he was not moving, like a statue.
In the air, the robes on his body are already worn out.
There is no sorrow or any other emotion in his eyes.
He just stared at the ever-expanding Taiyin print.
"Washing the woman, this is what you want."
The emperor whispered, his voice was blown away by the wind.
He held out his hand, his palm, and he lay quietly with a symbol.
Summon the day.
"The kid, the girl wants not the result, she wants this flourishing world, never dies."
In the hoarse voice of the candle, there is a bit of stubbornness.
"you are?"
Emperor felt the palm of his hand, and the Zhang Fu was slightly hot.
Unfortunately, the Emperor could not hear the sound of the candle.
The candlelight is the same as Ye Lingyue's knowledge, but it is only connected with Ye Lingyue.
With the emperor, and anyone else, the candlelight could not communicate.
If you can't tell the man the last wish of the scam, the candle will be annoying.
"Hey, this thing actually hides a touch of ancient creatures. Kid, the guy wants to talk to you."
Fortunately, it also comes from the ancient enchanting evil spirits captured this breath.
"Say."
The emperor looked at the summoning day.
The fingers did not feel a bit of a close.
Ye Lingyue fell in front of his eyes, and the heart of the emperor was almost as painful as suffocation.
He didn't know, where to go, whether to live or die, all this is no longer important to him.
It turned out that after the most important person left, the whole world was empty.
"Old guy, you told the kid, you lie to the paper... dead. But she left a last word, she said, she wants to hold this piece of prosperity, never succumb."
The candlelight whips.
"It’s still alive, this broken place, after going through the black star, it’s already good to live.

The evil spirits of the evil spirits simply can't understand the logic of Ye Lingyue.
Although it is immoral to talk about the dead.
It can be underground and underground. Wherever there is a place where the black Death Star is flooded, it can still be preserved.
This kind of fart, the demon and evil spirits did not even have the strength to tell.
What's more, the mood of the emperor's kid at this moment, what is the significance of telling this kind of words?
The demon yang snorted.
However, looking at the terrible part of the scorpion’s death, the enchanting sorcerer decided to make it difficult for him to help him.
"Eternal world does not fall... This is her last words?"
After the emperor heard the words of the evil spirits, there was a slight fluctuation in the almost numb face.
"Amount... Kid, don't be upset. A woman is like a dress. This woman didn't think of you until she died. You still have a sad heart."
The enchanting evil spirits are screaming.
"Shut up! What do you know!"
The emperor was furious, and there was a gust of blood in the phoenix.
At his feet, the swords of the princes hummed.
The evil spirits of the evil spirits took a nap.
When the woman died, the emperor’s emotions did not seem to fluctuate, but in fact it fell to the bottom.
This kid seems to have changed personally.
Feeling... The demon spirit is a spirit, thinking of the original ghost emperor.
The emperor in front of him seems to have become the devil of the original decisive decisive.
The ghosts and emperors who met Ye Lingyue before, are so moody and ruthless.
The demon sorrow and the candlelight felt a sense of uneasiness.
"She never thought of me, but I always thought about her. She wants to flourish here, and she will never fall forever. I will still give her a eternal life."
The emperor burst into laughter.
"That kid, wouldn't it be crazy?"
The tears and tears that were expected in the nine nights did not appear.
When he saw the emperor, he first angered, and then there was a burst of laughter and moodiness, which made him feel overwhelmed.
"Ming Yue is gone, his heart is dead."
Behind him, Xin Lin looked at the emperor, and he did not know whether he was pity or uncomfortable.
On her body, there is the bone of the emperor.
At the moment when Ye Lingyue died, she could feel the same feeling and feel the emotions of two people.
Ye Lingyue at that time was reluctant.
Just between reluctance and responsibility, she finally chose responsibility.
The emperor is angry and desperate.
On the one hand, he was annoyed with Ye Lingyue's unrequited love. On the other hand, he was desperate for his inability to save Ye Lingyue.
At this time, the most hateful should be himself.
"Heart is dead? The devil, you are less there to say something that is high-sounding. You are so small, do you know what it is?"
Xiao Xinlin took a look at the nine nights and was very dissatisfied with it.
"Only when I have experienced it myself, I will know the feeling of dying. In the nine nights, you never know, what is love, what is love."
Xiao Xinlin’s words made it a glimpse of the night.
"Little devil..."
I just thought about sarcasm in the nine nights, but I was shocked by Xin Lin’s eyes.
What kind of eyes are that, the clear black lacquered eyes, should have belonged to a child's eyes, but this moment, it is so full of the world.
Xiao Xinlin stood there, but his body exudes a feeling of sorrow and sadness.
Her little shoulders pulled down.
It is a kind of pain that has never been seen before. It comes from the depths of Xin Lin’s soul.
Rooted in the soul, no matter how many times of reincarnation, the pain can not be relieved.
Only those who have really experienced it know what it is to die.