Chapter 456: .Devil's ex-girlfriend (35)

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Lin Lang's black hair was unbundled, loosened loosely, and a strand fell to his neck, entwined with tenderness.
Her fingers slipped gently on Tiandao's lips.
The fingers were stained with dried blood.
"But ... the concubine regretted it."
As soon as the words came out, they were shocked.
Tiandao spurted blood directly.
"Cough, what are you talking about?"
He was obviously unable to control his emotions and coughed badly. Due to the powerful self-healing ability of Heavenly Dao, the broken bone wound originally stopped the blood slowly, and he could not prevent hearing this stern sentence. Under his horror, the seventy-two wounds in the whole body cracked again, causing him to feel uncomfortable. Presents a state of slight convulsions.
Heavenly Dao was frightened and angry, before he had time to question Lin Lang, the tingling in his body became stronger and stronger.
Foreign bodies grow wildly in the body.
In the blink of an eye, it devoured one-tenth of God's consciousness, and it was strong and overbearing.
"what--"
Tiandao had a splitting headache and hissed out of control.
Everyone saw their backs chilling.
But for a moment, the clear sky suddenly became chaotic and dull, with the east as the sun and the west as the moon. When the order broke free of the shackles, the law began to do whatever it wanted.
Across the age-old flood, one eye opened slowly from the darkness.
No desire, no desire, no sorrow and joy.
Everyone was forced to lie down on the ground with coercion, struggling with the dirt in their hands, struggling in the line of life and death.
Only Lin Lang and the little prince were unaffected.
Lin Lang looked up at Skyrim's eyes, and she was familiar with the outline.
Double pupil.
The outermost layer is the dark and bottomless pupil, which is condensed with a brilliant round of blood, symbolizing the killing and annihilation.
The extraterrestrial incarnation in Tiandao's subconscious awakened.
The blood double pupil caught the presence of the intruder and rolled his eyes slowly.
A beam of light hit Lin Lang.
"Mother, A Niang--"
The little prince was pale.
He realized a possibility.
"Langya, A Niang wants to play hide-and-seek with you, OK? You close your eyes first."
A Niang's brows and eyebrows coaxed him, not panic.
The little guy opened his mouth, dumb, and could not make a sound.
Lin Lang imprisoned his voice with force.
"Hush, it won't be long. Anang waits for you to find me."
The little prince's tears burst into tears.
Crying out of breath.
No, he doesn't.
He does not play hide and seek.
He only needs Aang.
The little prince finally saw A Niang's admiration because she tilted her head, her black hair was all over her, and she wore a shark's tear drop in her ear. The familiar look made the little boy trance, this must be a dream .
He and Anang Ming stayed well in the secluded area. Anang scattered her hair casually as usual, and her eyebrows were graced by the light, and he was lying on the knee of Anang as usual, muttering and muttering. He eats peanuts again today, so he will become fat and become a ball, and lose the majesty of his prince.
Anniang must have been arrogant and funny, patting his arched buttocks.
The little prince's cheeks were blushing red, and he said, "Aniang, how can you spank? He is nine years old and cannot be spanked. If he is seen by his little men, how can he shake his majesty!"
But A Niang just didn't listen, he stretched out his arms and hugged him.
The little guy was not annoyed again, like a chubby little piglet, obediently arched into A Niang's arms.
Soon she fell asleep.
The little prince shed tears, shook his head desperately, and backed desperately.
In the past, how much he loved the warmth of A Niang's palm, how scared he was at this moment!
Lin Lang was kneeling and leaned forward, grabbing a corner of the little prince's clothes, so that no one would continue to run away.
The little prince watched her with outstretched hands in horror, her body spontaneously appeared a spasm of pain, and the whole person shook like sieve.
He was terrified and showed a look of despair.
The other person's eyes smiled and covered the child's eyes with tenderness.
"Promise A Niang, bully peanuts less, and ..."
"Remember to grow up."
The palm is no longer warm.
The little prince did not cry anymore.
The man who coaxed him was gone.
The people carried their mana and desperately resisted the annihilation of the world. What even made them collapse is that all the level magic instruments failed, and their cultivation behavior was suppressed. The Venerables sadly found that when the catastrophe came, they simply did not have the strength to fight back!
Compared with the vast and majestic world, they are really small like ants, and they can't help but live and die.
I am destined to be a joke.
The Venerables are gray-faced, are they really going to die here today?
While they were regretful, they suddenly discovered that the deadly storm did not know when to stop.
Everyone lifted their faces carefully and dazed, everything went back to normal.
The day is still that day, only the day, no month.
The peach tree grows well in the soil and sways with the wind.
The fatal wounds on them disappeared.
As if nothing happened.
Except for the dumb little prince.
Except for the little child who lost his mother.
Tian Dao regained consciousness, he stroked his forehead, and the cracked pain burst.
There is also a chest, inexplicably boring.
He unconsciously grabbed the front of his chest. His back was soaked with cold sweat and soaked in blood.
Heavenly Dao gasped.
Why is it so uncomfortable?
When he tried his best to stabilize his chaos, he suddenly smelled a faint scent.
This smell is incompatible with the floral fragrance of Taolin.
Tiandao noticed the abnormality and suddenly raised his eyes.
The nearest prince looked at him coldly.
Obviously it is the same pupil color, obviously it is a similar outline, but Tiandao does not feel any similarity.
"You ... what about your mother?"
He was so embarrassed that he dared not look directly at the child's excessively indifferent eyes.
"died."
The little prince said calmly.
Tiandao's body suddenly stiffened.
"You, what are you talking about?"
He unconsciously pinched the crown prince's wrist, his tone almost pressing.
He moved his own hands and asked himself what he said?
The little Prince's depressed emotion finally broke out, "Dead! All said to be dead! The gray smoke is extinguished! Anian is killed by you! You return me, Auntie! You return me!"
He went crazy and beat Yu Wuxue's chest.
Yu Wuxue's spirit trembles violently.
died? Impossible ... how possible!
His double pupil turned wildly, and Shenguang searched the time shards, repeating the past plot.
The young mother covered her child's eyes and prevented him from seeing the cruel scene of his departure. She leaned over and her lips touched the tender forehead lightly, as if she still wanted to ask something, but she finally held back, compassionate, unwilling.
She turned her head and glanced at the child's father.
Like resentment and regret.
In the end, everything was relieved.
The tears on the cheeks fell like shark beads, washing away the blood on the lips.
She closed her eyes and accepted the ruling of fate.
Yu Wuxue's flesh and blood are no longer warm, like a beautiful white jade puppet with a chill.
"You give me A-niang ... please ... please, give me back ..." The little prince's throat is hoarse and his eyes are red again. This supernatural man, "Please, Dad, you give it up, you give A Niang back to the baby, the baby will be obedient, baby, the baby kowtows you, father, you let me go!"
Dad, he finally heard this eagerly anticipated title.
But why is it now?
Why is it now?
Yu Wuxue turned his head stiffly and looked at the last relic he left to him in this world.
"Dad, baby please!"
The little prince rattled his head.
In the past, the most fearful child would kowtow for the sake of his mother.
The white forehead was stained with mud, and it quickly swelled. Within a moment, the child burst his head, blood ran to the entire face, and the thick scarlet blurred his vision. But he didn't dare to wipe it or yell at pain. This was A Niang's only chance to resurrect.
"Please, please open up ..."
The child even changed his name to a more respectful one, with a polite and humble look, but also a little cautiously pleased, completely without the cleverness of the weekday.
The cub's delicate throat gave a sharp sigh.
"Yaer has only one mother, please, be kind ..."
The child was so dumb that he was almost speechless, with blood clots in his mouth, and he could only tear his throat hard.
The weak body was lying on the ground, the back trembling trembling.
"……stand up."
There was a noise above his head, forbearance and no sensation.
It ’s father ’s voice.
The little prince raised his head in surprise, looking a little humble, and full of thirst, "You ... have you agreed to Yaner?"
The father hooked the child's arm and was about to pull him up. Hearing this sentence, his heart was like falling from the fire.
No, he cannot pass out.
He also had to protect people from leaving here safely.
Otherwise ... how dare he face the child damsel?
Heaven Dao bit the tongue, madly stimulating tired consciousness.
This is only a short flash.
In the eyes of the little prince, he saw that the man's brows were light and wrinkled, and the next moment he returned to normal, the wind was light and cloudless.
The heart that the child had just returned to temperature fell into the cold abyss again.
"You her ..." The father paused and didn't want to deceive him because of his young age. "She dissipated too early and nowhere to be found. I ... I'm sorry, I can't do anything."
The hand in the man's sleeve was tightly twitched and twitched, and he dared not teach the child to find his half vulnerable.
Ya'er lost her mother and desperately needed a reliable, strong, and able-to-support backbone.
As a husband, he can be grieved, he can be ashamed, and even walking dead.
But as a father, he has to think for the children.
He is innocent and should not be buried with his parents' grudges.
"I will take you back to Jianmen." Tiandao whispered, "Your teacher and uncle are very good and will take care of you growing up safely."
The little prince gritted his teeth, "I don't want to be a teacher, I want a mother."
"I said, your mother is gone." Tian Dao endured the sweetness of his throat. His condition was very bad, whether physically or mentally, to the point where the mountains and rivers were exhausted, even when he was born, he was not so vulnerable.
Heaven's path is hard to support, so as not to let others be seen as weak, so as to avoid those who are interested in taking advantage of it, but the little child does not understand his father's pains, and he does not want to be unforgiving, so he must spread salt on his wounds. Remind him how hard he is to be transformed into an extraterrestrial incarnation, so that his beloved will die.
"No matter what you think, I'm your father. You have to go back with me." Tiandao looked very calm. "You're still young and need someone to watch, otherwise it's easy to walk off the road, like ..."
Unconscious, he suddenly stopped the second half.
The father looked subconsciously at the younger son.
"... what is it like? Like my mother? You ... why do you say my mother?"
The little prince clenched his fists tightly, his eyes red and swollen, like a sensitive little hedgehog, who dare to say that A Niang's is not, he dare desperately.
Heaven is slightly uneasy.
"Yaer--"
Tiandao was trying to explain that the child's resentful eyes pierced his body with pain, and he was temporarily in place and lost his ability to speak.
The moment before, he lost his love.
At this moment, the only bloodline was hostile to and hated him, refusing any approach.
He was an unspoken person, opened his mouth, still silent, and picked up the little guy gently.
"Snapped--"
The back of the hand was hit with strength.
The child beat down his father's palm fiercely.
Yu Wuxue was startled.
The little guy backed away.
Ten full steps.
Separated into a distinct world.
The little prince bit his finger and solemnly took a drop of blood.
A faint golden light floated around.
Heavenly Dao is so keen, his expression has changed greatly.
"Stop--"
It is a pity that he is still one step slower.
Beyond Jin Guang, he was shocked to an incredible father.
Within the golden light, there is a son with a cold face and a determination.
"I, Demon Langya, take an oath at this moment-"
The drop of blood fell into his eyes, forcibly opened up a round of blood yang, deducing He Tuluoshu's earth and earth's ability, faintly showing the dignified instrument of the sentient being.
The innocent color in the eyes of the young child disappeared completely.
"The heavens are unfair, they will be replaced by death, until death ... Fang Xiu!"
Heaven's qi and blood swelled, and the corners of lips overflowed with scarlet.
The little prince did not look at it. After taking the oath, he did not look back.
The heart of the magic door is naturally to follow His Royal Highness. His Majesty issued an edict before his death. If she died, the Prince would take the throne at any time.
"Head ..."
Elder Jianmen called out with concern.
They also don't know what is happening now. The closest father and son turned against each other.
"Shall we ... chase the young master back?" The elder elder suggested carefully.
Father covered his lips and coughed gently.
Just when the elder was going to make his own claim to recover, he heard the cold, ruthless voice of the head, "No need. Do n’t call this little master. I was mistaken, he is not my real blood. This Zi Zi is lawless, and sooner or later he will get into trouble, and he will be crushed to pieces. Jianmen Duan should not be so good with such a madman. "
This means that Jianmen will continue to suppress the magic door?
The elder couldn't help but think of the Emperor Tianxian, who had broken the jade and crushed jade. However, her heir, but nine years old, even if placed in the sword gate of the immortal talent, only swayed the first sword. Can he really hold the emperor's Qianqi foundation? Not to mention the fact that the Taishi mainland is now in a complicated situation, with many powerful nations and wolves around. These old slippery heads do n’t eat the children ’s bones cleanly.
"……Yes."
The elders dare not refute the opinion of the head.
"This battle is over, let's go."
Bai Yi's head turned and left, and chose another way to leave.
Opposite each other, shaped like a stranger.
The storm of the ancient country has finally subsided, but the ripples it brought are quietly brewing changes.
In just a hundred years, the sword gate was like a sword with a sheath, and it became sharper and straighter.
And the master of the magic gate also changed the previous cautious style, annexed the demons of the Western Regions, gathered the great dynasty, gathered three forces, and isolated the sword gate.
One day, the time is ripe, and one million demon soldiers are in front of the sword gate.
"Heavenly Demon Langya, come to teach the master of sword gate's unparalleled swordsmanship."
Headed by a young man, his eyebrows flew into his temples, his face was elegant and elegant, and his white slender figure was tall and slender.
Like a mother's demeanor.
"He is still here."
The white-haired elder Taizhang sighed and turned to look at the disciple without joy.
"Wuxue, do you really want to fight him?"
"natural."
This is the most tragic ending for the father and son who should be the most inseparable.
The Taishang elder regretted that if he had no selfishness and allowed the two to marry, would the final cause and effect be different?
The sword gate is always under heavy snow, and the white head is standing on the top of the mountain, and the coat is in the wind, and it is like a fairy.
"You really aren't afraid of death, you can't bear it for a century, and talk about longevity."
Tiandao lowered his eyelids like a ant overlooking the soles of his feet.
The young man sneered, "Okay, Master Dao, you can kill your wife to prove that, my son, who is not recognized by you, can't wait for you to teach you. It happens that your swordsman prides itself on the head of the fairy road, disdains and the magic door For Wu Wu, I still find trouble every day, and it's really annoying after a long time, simply take advantage of this opportunity to come together. "
He saw that there was no sword on Tiandao, and he said, "You and I are neither fathers nor sons, and don't talk about those hypocritical benevolence and morality. You can come as hard as you can. A Niang is dead, and you don't have to keep those funny promises. You should know why I came here. My mother ca n’t get her justice back. As a son, she naturally wants to inherit her legacy. I would like to die in martyrdom, and I will never regret it!

Tiandao said coldly, "No. I don't need a sword, and you are not an opponent."
The young man's mouth was slanted, ironically, "Follow you."
There was a shocking change in the mountain.
Coincident with both days.
All beings bowed their heads.
"Buzz--"
The expression of Taishang elder changed slightly.
Again, Wan Jian Qiming.
"Master, brother ..." The fat elder looked at the weapons of the riot in the sky and hesitatedly asked, "Is there anything wrong?"
Taishang elder said lightly, "Your younger brother, he has already freed himself from the shackles, and the laws of heaven and earth have increased, and Langya is not his opponent."
The fat elder was relieved.
Suddenly, he saw someone walking down the mountainside.
The man was dressed in white, as if she were in the water.
"Brother--"
The fat elder cried with joy.
The other party seemed to be aware of it and turned his face.
Lips are faint and faint.
It is a young teacher.
No, it is not.
The fat elder hacked and took a step back.
The other party withdrew his cold eyes and walked down the mountain without any trouble.
The snow is getting bigger and bigger.
Everywhere in the world, someone was buried in endless deep snow.
"When he grows up, you should rest assured."
On a certain day in a year and a month, passersby found an unidentified corpse in the snowy mountains.
Face and identity are unrecognizable.
Only a green ring was worn on the left wrist bone, immortal, immortal, and gentle as ever.
"Grandpa, what is this?"
The little girl carried a small bamboo basket and looked at it curiously.
"I heard, it was a long time ago, the Devil's customary token of love, called the blue silk bracelet."
The old man touched the child's head.
"Wow, it's the Demon Race! The Emperor is also the Devil Race! Then why didn't he get married and stay here? It's so cold here." The little girl asked naively.
"Maybe the way back is too far ..."
So I spent my whole life, but I couldn't get there anymore.