this evening.
Fu Yue had a nightmare.
No, it's not a nightmare, it's just a memory of everything in the past.
…
The gods pointed out that he was condemned to arrogance.
The previous beliefs collapsed.
Fallen, dressed in snow and ink.
Abandon the so-called godhead and become a murderous demon.
She is hell.
…
Waking up from a nightmare.
Before her mind was clear, two words came out from her blood-red lips, "... Jun Heng."
The slightly cold tone, somewhat angry, somewhat resentful, somewhat unforgettable.
The girl's bewitching and delicate face had a complex expression, and her fair forehead was covered with dense cold sweat.
Her slender and thin shoulders were embraced by a slender jade-like hand.
into the arms.
The silver-haired and flirtatious beauty raised her hand and patted Fu Yue's back lightly, coaxing gently, and her cold voice rang in her ears.
"Yueyue, don't be afraid. It's just a nightmare..."
Fu Yue hugged her back, buried her face on the beauty's fair neck, and wrapped her slender arms around her back.
This was a little reassuring.
The beauty's cherry red lips opened and closed, and she asked a question that had been hidden in her heart for many years, "Yueyue, who is Jun Heng?"
The tone seems casual.
He could clearly feel the girl in his arms froze, and she didn't answer for a long time.
The amber eyes dimmed a little, Shen Yun pulled the corners of his lips, "It's not convenient to say it, I'm just asking casually."
Fu Yue raised her head, raised her red lips, and forced a smile. She held Shen Yun's hand tightly and shook her head, "There is nothing inconvenient to say, just an old friend."
"I don't know him well."
Every word and sentence, the clouds are calm and the wind is light.
The silver-haired beauty stared at her quietly, her amber eyes were peaceful and beautiful. After a long time, Shen Yun smiled and said softly: "I believe you."
I will believe whatever you say.
…
The white fingers that were clasped.
The girl's cherry red lips and hazy eyes. The black hair soaked in sweat was entangled with the man's flirtatious silver hair.
"See clearly... who I am."
The silver-haired beauty's low and clear voice, sexy and hoarse, rang in her ears, slightly itchy, making her want to turn her head away.
…
On this continent.
Most of them are cultivators, and what they want in their life is to ascend to immortality.
However, from ancient times to the present, there are very few.
I don't know how long Shen Yun has lived, and his cultivation has already reached an incalculable level, almost the level of a half-immortal.
Only one step away, he can ascend to immortality.
But it was this step that Shen Yun never took in his whole life.
Because, the originally spotless and clear Dao Heart has long been covered with dust.
The demon named Qing has haunted him all his life.
And he is happy with it.
…
until dying.
The silver-haired and flirtatious beauty is still the stunning beauty of the past, and time has not left the slightest trace on his face.
He gently raised his eyes, looked at his beloved wife, raised his almost transparent fingertips, and touched her face, his cherry red lips moved.
"Yueyue, I don't seem to have ever told you... I love you."
This sentence alone is enough to make the woman on the other side burst into tears.
Shen Yun gently wiped away the tears on her face, and coaxed softly: "Don't cry, I will feel bad."
When he said this, Shen Yun's light eyes had already begun to fade, his lips opened and closed, and his curled and long eyelashes trembled.
"Yueyue, I seem to be... dying soon."
The ultimate beauty of death.
Silver hair, flirtatious.
When you see him, you will feel that even death is a gentle process.