Chapter 32:

It is a gorgeous bench for three people to lie down, exquisite and gorgeous shape, the front two engraved with the handle of the faucet, lifelike. At the moment, on the bench, sitting on two tall figures. Ming Huang's gorgeous robes, embroidered with a gold thread, a mighty dragon with a claw and a claw; the long hair of the black ink, with a jade crown, revealing a beautiful face like a Shura. The enchanting eyebrows, under the right corner of the eye, a black tears, added a touch of flirtat to his face, a slight smile, suddenly evil, full of evil and strange and overbearing. Sitting next to him, lazy man leaning on his shoulder, the same beautiful face, but different indifference. Gorgeous and exquisite robes are not worn on the body, but instead they are pulled in the east, revealing a white jade chest. Long ink hair, also uncombed, straight on the shoulders. His eyes are always half-closed and half-closed, and the curled long eyelashes cover the gleam of the flow of the eyes, which is lazy and unpredictable.
Standing on their side, one left and one right, but a pair of men and women. The man on the right, a Tsing Yi, a thin figure, looks thin and delicate, but no one thinks, how powerful it is. The delicate and graceful face is the indifference and indifference that has never changed. The woman on the left, tall and charming, seductive face, but serious and with a touch of sadness. At this moment, she was low-browed and stood behind the two evil emperors, and her long eyelashes trembled and she could not see her expression.
"Chilling, whip."
The simple and magnetic sound, but there is a faint smell. Fu Hanyu turned and took out a green, long lash like a tree vine, and handed it to the Xueyun singer with respect and respect.
The figure was hanging like a coma, and the body made a few unspeakable trembling. A strange smile, Xue Yunge smacked his mouth, slowly said: "Why, wake up? Yeah, no need to sip water to wake you up."
The body of the stalwart did not move at all. In the hand, the dark green whip crossed a loud bang in the air, and fell through the green aura. The torn clothes reveal a white flesh. Surprisingly, the blood flowing out of the wound turned out to be green!
Picking up the seductive eyes, the inside shines through the hot light. Without the slightest pity, the right hand of Xue Yunge waved arbitrarily, and the repressed sullen and painful breath came from the air. After a while, the body that had already been ruined was already incomplete. However, it is to fight down, the more the snow cloud songs reveal a kind of ruinous pleasure, the strength of the hand is also increasing. The big dungeons can only hear the sound of the whip and the breathing of everyone.
The dark prison door suddenly opened and a white man dressed in snow appeared. His body was almost completely covered in a white cloak, and his head was slightly lowered. Only because of the man on the bench, he said that looking at his face would be disgusting, and he knew that he was wrong, he would cover himself up and prevent them from seeing themselves.
The man on the wall, who is already and fuzzy, is too soft, and he can't bear it, and slowly opens his mouth.
"Your Majesty, stop here, he is going to be unable to support it."
"Why, still reluctant?" With a sneer, but with a harder effort on the man, he randomly threw away the whip in his hand. Xiaoran stepped forward and handed a face towel. The result of Xue Yun song was wiped on the hand and thrown into the breathable man.
"Don't forget, you personally tied him and let me deal with it!"
"I,,," is speechless and bows silently. Yeah, he hates him too. He ruined the love of his life. It is still unknown. So, what are you still soft, what are you hesitating?
"What are you afraid of? Isn't he a banyan demon? Demon, is it not going to die? If not, if you handed him over, and gave us this whip demon rope, how can we make him?" Looking at him, Xue Yunge hates opening: "Thousands of ya, don't think that we will forgive you. Your so-called Guardian and Keeping Story, keep to lie to the children! Can't find one, you will always be A sinner! Tell you, since we have given us hope, you will never let us despair again!"
"I have never expected your forgiveness ever." The low sigh, the man shrouded in white, as if even sad, has been haunting him for a long time.
Looked at him indifferently, Xue Yunge, snow rose from month to month, angrily left the dungeon, followed by Fu Hanzhen and Xiao Ran. The white man isolated on the side, silently staying in place.
On that day, he finally broke through the bundle of fairy locks and rushed to the altar in a spirited manner. However, everything is a foregone conclusion. Still not too late? Why, he can never protect her? It seems that in addition to the aftermath, in addition to waiting, he can not appear in front of her in the best position in the first time, protect her, said to her: We go home. Is this the unavoidable catastrophe of his own, so that he will never get her love, will he stop him again and again? However, he has not expected her love, just to look at her from a distance, to protect her, can not be allowed?
"Ya, Yazhu."
The faint voice rang in the ear, and Qian Yazhen did not look up. It was only a faint opening, but the tone was a sadness that could not be concealed.
"Wing, why is this?"
Why do you want to sleep with him, the spiritual power does not recover, pretend to be him, step by step, set up so many tricks. Inducing the gods to escape, being saved by the snow, using the spirit of the soul to inspire the awakening of the snow body. Then to the appearance of the emperor, Xuejin Palace pretends to be a offering, little by little, just to smash the seal of the snow on the day of the ceremonies. Even, this secret was told to the Emperor Haoyue, and he was seeking for it. The snow that did not restore the spirits, forced to crack the seal of the end, the most serious is that can not withstand the powerful power of the snow woman and drowned. Others, even he can not imagine. The snow woman came to the world, and the winners got the world. How many people’s jealousy and greed will be attracted by such rumors? Snow without spirits, even if it is not dead, once it is discovered that it is a snow woman, it can not be avoided by the world, even, as a plaything of the strong. Wing, are you so determined and vicious, have you blocked all her backs? If the snow is not dead, then such a small extravagant hope will be broken by you. Sealed the abyss, let others find her, and prevented her from going out. You even stole my spiritual power, and in turn suppressed my coffin, which even made me helpless. Until now, there is no way to sense the existence of snow.
Why are you doing this, regardless of my feelings, to hurt the person I care the most?
Struggling to raise his head, the man on the wall, revealing a slightly old face, the same white hair is like snow, the latter is because of age. Hooking the lips, revealing a pale but warm smile.
"Ya, Yazhu, can still remember, the body of the wing?"
"Wings, a banyan tree, when the first encounter, the wing branches are destroyed, it is going to lose the signs of life."
"Yes, yes! Wings, always remember, it is the Lord, giving the wings a rebirth. Even, the wing helps to practice the fairy, and then becomes the spirit tree." The face smiles grateful, the wings look up, look A man who is silent and whose body is motionless. Firmly said: "The wing swears from that day, must swear to follow the Lord, to repay the Lord's life-saving grace."
"With your millennium, Wing understands your loneliness and helplessness, but it hurts your efforts and patience. Why, you have to sacrifice for this woman? She is not worth it! Ignore your true feelings, betray your love, every world That's all. And you, but you have to bear their catastrophe, and use your pain to exchange their happiness. What is the woman? She is not worthy!"
"Shut up!" Finally, Qian Yazhen interrupted the words of the wing. "Wing, that is what I am willing to do with her. If I knew that my love for her would bring disaster to her, I would rather Don't love her!" Yes, if, his love, but for her suffering, even if it is painful, and then difficult, he will cut off, endless love for her.
"Yes, I don't understand! The wing is just a tree, I don't understand human emotions! But the Lord, even if you are a fairy, your fairy age has long been broken because of them! Don't think that you have been glaring at me, I I don't know. If you continue to transfer their catastrophe on yourself, you will not have any more afterlife! The soul flies and turns into dust, and your cultivation in the millennium will be completely empty. Even the reincarnation of the reincarnation is impossible! Forcibly reverse the fate of others, what you pay is all your future life! Wing will never allow that day to come, unless the woman dies, only she is dead, you can continue to live with the Lord!" Wing, after saying this paragraph, actually spit out a blood! The green liquid overflowed from the corner of the mouth. He was a banyan tree. The mortal weapon could not hurt him. However, the Lord made a whip of his own bones and broke the protection of the fairy. Even if the Lord gave him his hand, even if he was born in the hands of the two men, it would be better to die, as long as he can save the life of the Lord, he does not regret it!
"You, why is this!"
Low and low sighed, Qianya 暮 turned, his hands crossed the wing of the body, and suddenly, the scars that were everywhere healed in the blink of an eye.
How should he hate him? I never thought that the secret that I had been hiding would be seen by him, and even for him, the wing actually did that. Still, the wrong person has always been himself? Full attention to the snow, all the feelings are bet on the snow, love is too blind, let him ignore the ideas of the people around him. Actually buried a scourge for his beloved.
"Wing, you are wrong, without her, I can't continue to live. I care about her heart, maybe just like you care about me, although the nature is different, it is the same mind. Too much love her, so forget I have loved it for too long. I have forgotten how to forget it. I don’t want to forget it. It’s painful to love someone alone. However, I can’t forget her, I’d rather hurt, and I have to remember that. A sweet heart. If you are really good for me, don't let me chill. Without her world, it is my last day!"
Slowly left the dungeon, leaving only the old man who was confused, and muttered to the back of the far away.
Without the only one, the two beautiful twins have already become a demon; without snow, they are alone, they are already walking dead. They love the same person, but that person is not the only one that belongs to them. However, she gave them love, ridiculous is himself, only endless waiting. Still, I don't want to look back. However, what is his solution? Love has become a demon, and his heart has already entered. He is not his own master.
The gorgeous deep palace is already dusk. On the long corridor of the palace, standing in a row of seventeen-year-old girls, they are either pure or cheerful or charming, but without exception, there is a shadow between the eyebrows. At this moment, I thought that to get the favor of their majesty, the youthful face is a pure joy without any cover. Counting the number of people, Fu Hanzhen’s solemn and cold face, when he saw the appearance of such a jump, his eyes crossed a trace of mercy. In the past year, the character of the Lord has been violent and unpredictable, and moody. Since the Miss has disappeared, the day after day is fierce. Are these simple women really fond of them in the Lord? Except for the young lady, everyone in the world is a dirty presence in the eyes of the Lord. The chosen girl, the face, must be similar in some respects to the lady. However, the Lord never touches them, often looking for the shadow of the lady from them. When encountering a bad mood on the Lord, most of these women will become the undead of the land. Now she, she has not dared, nor can she guess the mind of the Lord. Even Xiaoran, who is the most trusted in the Lord, is a teenager who always has a cold face. They are all immersed in that injury and can't get out. The most serious one is the main character of the month. That palm has become his nightmare. In the subconscious mind of the month, he killed the young lady. Now, he is in good spirits and bad times. Once he is in a nightmare, he must be with the cloud master and Xiao Ran to keep him. And these women are specially selected to serve the Lord of the Moon. She can't remember how many women who are similar to Miss's face have lost their lives under the moon's main hand. However, she is a cold-hearted person. Looking at the masters are sad, she would rather die some people in exchange for their temporary calm.
"You, you, and you, come with me. The rest of the showgirls, go back first."
Unselected showgirls, disappointment and embarrassment appeared on their faces, and the three women selected by Fu Hanqi, their respective looks, body shape and voice, are most similar to Gu. The three innocent and lively girls, with a happy face, followed Fu Hanyu to the palace of the emperor, but did not know that they were actually dead.
Listening to the screams that gradually disappeared in the palace and the shouts of the women, Fu Han looked at the gray sky with no expression.
Is it how dark the sky is, how much pain will their hearts be?
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