Kowloon pull coffin

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"You are worthy of deep love."

"Unfortunately, I am too affectionate."

"Passionateness just shows that you treat your feelings from beginning to end. Perhaps sister Yuhua is qualified to reprimand you for being affectionate, but I am not qualified. Don't forget, I was the one who plotted against you with the help of the master of the devil way. Instead, I want to ask you, Do you regret getting married with me?"

"Sorry." I said honestly.

"Huh?" Jian Jia raised her head from my arms, raised her eyebrows, showing displeasure.

Seeing this, I smiled lightly and hugged her tightly again.

"Did you know? After learning about us, Yanhua once wiped his knife for a whole night..."

"Pfft." Jian Jia couldn't help laughing out loud, pointed at my forehead and said, "You really fear your wife like a tiger, you coward."

"By the way, what did Yuhua tell you that night?"

When we went back to the cold desert together, Yanhua asked me to go to Xueyang first, and then she had a long talk with Jianjia.

It was after that long talk that Jian Jia was able to live in peace with Yan Hua and settle down in the devil's way.

The time was too long, and Jian Jia pondered for a while before saying: "Actually, I didn't say anything, but my sister Yu Hua finally asked me a little bit, asking if I could do it."

"any request?"

"She asked me, if you like him, can you live forever without hurting him."

"only this?"

"Well, only this."

Although I had already guessed it myself, when I heard Jian Jia say it personally, I still felt infinite guilt in my heart.

Death and life are broad, and Zicheng said.

Hold your hand and grow old together.

Yuhua's feelings for me are as deep as the sea, and this sincerity can crack gold and stone.

And I do the same with her.

However, a game between fate and heaven forcibly separated us.

Even if we look at each other and know each other, we can't stay together.The nine-time Nirvana may not have really forgotten everything, but she can only force herself to forget the past.

After losing her, how much I miss the life in my hometown.

Xiaba Village, ancient altar, dark marriage, yin and yang match.

When I knew her name for the first time, I was so amazed by the words Lin Yuhua that I couldn't forget it.At that time, I had a premonition that this name would be directly imprinted in my soul, and I would never forget it forever.

Although our relationship was only for a short period of time, it ended up being the sweetest time of my life.

If I have a choice, I don't want a general who breaks the army, and I don't want the god of death in the ancient underworld. I just want my Yellow River Empress.

I don't want black flames, I want those big eyes that make me bow my head in shame.

The gray hair is for me, and the face of death is for me.

Yuhua can forget her past life and this life, but I know that she will never forget me, but we have no other choice.

She pretended to forget, I can only pretend not to know.

"She is the wife I am marrying, but I can't even give her the title of mistress." I said.

"Sister Yuhua doesn't care about this. When she went to see Murong that day and picked up your son, although her face was still so indifferent, I could feel how happy she was. You can have children. Sister Huahua absolutely She is the happiest person, if not, it would be her regret."

Then Jian Jia told me about the agreement between Yanhua and Murong, and said that Yanhua took Zhuzhao after the Frost Fortress was broken.

"Where did you take it?" I asked.

"I don't know, I only know that after defeating Tiansun, Sister Yanhua is no longer the god of death in the underworld. I can feel that her realm has undergone an earth-shaking change, and I can no longer describe her as an ancient god and demon. From then on, I knew she was leaving."

"Yuhua left, perhaps because she took that step." I thought for a while and said.

"Which step?" Jian Jia asked.

I pointed to the sky and said: "We are below, and the way of heaven is above. After taking that step, we have come to the position where the way of heaven is. In other words, the current Yuhua has already stood in front of the way of heaven one step ahead of us. "

"That is to say, we will meet again in the final battle of heaven?"

"Yes, the premise is that we are all alive before this."

Jian Jia hugged me firmly, and said, "Yes, we will survive, defeat the law of heaven, and be together forever. I have always had a secret wish in my heart, and I hope it can be realized."

"What wish?"

"I hope that one day I can see Sister Yuhua and Murong fight for you and lose both sides, and finally they kick you to me."

"...It's best not to let any of them know about your wish."

……

When Jian Jia and I were talking softly in the world in the summoning banner, my porch world was undergoing earth-shaking changes.

Because the destructive power of Chaos God Thunder is too strong, I can only hide in the world in the soul-calling streamer, fearing that if I go out, there will be the danger of my soul dying.

Under the blow of Chaos God Thunder, my porch is constantly in between destruction and rebirth.

Collapse from a complete world into chaos, and then absorb the power of the divine thunder from the chaos to recast it into a complete entrance.

Every destruction and rebirth consumes the power of Di Shitian Chaos Divine Thunder.

Because this divine thunder is not only the thunder of destruction, but also represents endless vitality.

If it's someone else's entrance, I'm afraid I can't bear it all at once, but my entrance has no limit, and I have benefited greatly from it.

Every time the porch is recast, the earth becomes stronger and the sky becomes higher.

I don't know if the territory has become wider, because I never know where the boundary of my porch is.

The most commendable thing is that the Chaos Divine Thunder injected vitality into my profound entrance, gradually showing signs of activation in my profound entrance, and it is no longer dead.

Tianzun's entrance is a world, and Da Neng can even create things with real energy.

But my porch has been dead since birth.

Even with the wind of recovery, no grass or tree was planted.