Chapter 1841: Finale [33]

But after a thousand years, he still has no news about Yue'er...
The vast world, the mighty universe, the sun, the moon and the stars, the mountains, rivers, and the vicissitudes of life, a wisp of soul is like a grain of dust, unsteady, without any traces that can be captured, searching in this way is like finding a needle in a haystack.
"Jing, we all know that you did your best. If Yue'er is still alive, she would not want to look at you so sad..." Looking at the slender and cold figure ahead, Mu Rufeng's heart is full of loneliness and sadness. It's not easy.
Nalanjing still didn't speak, but stared at the stars on the lead stage with her eyes, frowning like a green peak.
Why is there no news of Yue'er after a thousand years have passed...
When the way of heaven was disappearing, he had clearly told him that Yue'er had a chance to be reborn, and there was a ray of spirit floating in the world.
But this thousand years of time has passed, will that ray of Yue'er's soul also disappear?
Thinking of this, Nalanjing's heart was full of sorrow and sadness. The whole heart seemed to be filled with sorrow, making him extremely uncomfortable, and Wan Jianxin could not compare to the endless sorrow in his heart at this moment...
If it hadn't been for that time, if he was caught in the trick of the inner demon, Yue'er would not have died...
The person he prefers to die is himself...
Yue'er, where are you?
After a thousand years, Jiujiu's spirit has already reunited successfully, and has re-trained its body, Yue'er, when will you come back?
We are all waiting for your return...
Seeing that Nalanjing remained silent as usual, Mu Rufeng couldn't help but sighed slightly. His only sister disappeared to save everyone. His heart was also full of grief. Whenever he thought of Yue'er's voice Smiling, his heart hurts like a knife.
"Is he still like that?" Pan Zhijun stepped forward, looking at Mu Rufeng in front of him and asked, she did not dare to go forward to disturb Nalanjing.
"En." Mu Rufeng nodded, his dark eyes were full of worry, he was really worried that Jing would go crazy if he continued like this.
Perhaps Jing is crazy, and he can still maintain his belief in living now because of the ray of spirit in Yue'er...
But this thousand years of time passed, if Yue'er's soul was not there at all, it was really hard for him to imagine whether Jing would go crazy in an instant.
"Hey...It's so uncomfortable to look at me, husband, you said Yue'er and Jing, the two of them have gone through so much, why can't they be together in the end?" Tong Xiaoxiao's eyes were red, and there were crystals in his eyes. Shui Mist looked at Mu Rufeng with sorrow and grief, asked softly, and seemed to be asking about the injustice of heaven.
But now Jing is a way of heaven...
As a god, he still can't save the woman he once loved the most...
"Hey..." Mu Rufeng let out a long sigh, he put his arm around Tong Xiao's shoulder, his eyes were also full of sadness.
"Mother, I will definitely come back..." Nalan Xueling showed a trace of faith on her elf-like beautiful face, but she didn't know how long this faith could support her.
She raised her head and glanced at a man in a red suit beside him. For a thousand years, she had never seen a smile on his face.
In Huo Xi's heart and eyes, there is really no trace of himself, even a trace of it...
She lowered her eyes slightly and let out a faint sigh. When the ray of her mother's soul was not found, she was not qualified and in no mood to think about these things...
Just as she was about to turn around and leave, a silver light suddenly lit up on the star-catching platform. Although the silver light flashed away, everyone still caught an unusual trace.
"That's..." Nalan Xueling opened a pair of clear eyes like autumn water in shock, and a hint of surprise slowly overflowed in his eyes.
"Yue'er..."
Finally, the man who hadn't spoken for a thousand years, his thin lips opened lightly, and a dull and excited voice overflowed from his lips.
There was finally a trace of other expressions on the indifferent face like a glacier, and the deep part of the purple eyes gradually became a touch of excitement.
When the white clothes flashed in the air, they instantly disappeared on the star guide, rushed into the stars on the star guide, looking for a trace that had long since disappeared.
Everyone looked slightly surprised, and there was a trace of excitement and excitement on their faces.
"Is the lord found the soul of the lord?" Bai Xue couldn't help showing excitement on her face, her lips lightly opened, and her clear and song-like voice was trembling with excitement.
"Yes, it must be!" Xiao Xuan'er's face was also full of excitement. She clasped her hands tightly together. For a thousand years, the lord has been watching the star-gazing platform day and night. Finally found the ray of soul of the master!
Great!
"Master..." Tong Ling's eyes were filled with mist, and his handsome face was also filled with unstoppable joy. His black eyes were filled with terrifying light, and he reached out to hold the woman beside him. Hand, "Xuan'er, when Master comes back, let Master and Master hold the wedding ceremony for us, okay?"
"Okay!" Xiao Xuan'er looked at the man in front of him shyly, nodding her head seriously. Over the past thousand years, although she and Tong Ling have exchanged affection, they have not been married, because the death of the master made them very sad and gone. The mind of getting married, agreed, and when the master comes back, let the master hold the wedding ceremony for them...
So Tong Ling waited for her for a thousand years...
How can you fail to be so affectionate?
The woman's slender arms wrapped her arms around Tong Ling's neck. She gently stood on her tiptoes and kissed Tong Ling's lips, a light kiss like a dragonfly, a flower-like smile bloomed on her beautiful and gorgeous face: " I have kept you waiting for so long, thank you, Xiao Lingzi."
"Silly girl, for you, even if I wait 10,000 years, I have no regrets." Tong Ling hugged her slender waist with a happy and sincere smile on his face, not to mention that it was his master.
The Master treated him so well, and his heart was sorrowful and could not sleep all night.
"It's great." Looking at the scene in front of her, Meng Ximo couldn't help holding Tian Shuo's arm, leaning her head lightly on his shoulder, and her lips raised a small smile.
"En." Tian Shuo nodded with a smile on his lips.
...
On the ancient streets of Chang'an, there was a cold and quiet, and the pale moonlight sprinkled from the sky, like a layer of silver frost.
At the end of the street, a white robe came slowly, like an elf walking out of the dark night, the white robe was like snow, not stained with dust.
The girl wore a tight-fitting white dress, with silver silk embroidered on the collar, sleeves and skirt, delicate and lifelike.
As the girl walked around, she fluttered gently, as if she had come alive.