Trapped in the Shura field, the male protagonist held me in his arms and kissed me

Chapter 315 Ending (Part )

Everything happened so fast and ended so strangely.

No one understood what was happening, but Dongfang Wuya knew that only Shen Qinghe had the ability to stop the spread of the Samadhi Divine Fire.

The Ghost King's Tomb in front of him had been burned to ashes by the Samadhi Divine Fire. He was the only one left near the Ghost King's Tomb, and all other living things were burned to ashes in an instant.

"Qinghe?" Dongfang Wuya looked at the empty Ghost King's Tomb and called out to Shen Qinghe.

The snowflakes were still falling slowly, landing on Dongfang Wuya's face, icy and bone-chilling.

Dongfang Wuya didn't dare to speak too loudly, and called out again: "Shen Qinghe?"

In the deathly silent Ghost King's Tomb, only his voice could still be heard.

"Shen Qinghe, don't scare me. I will listen to you from now on. I will do whatever you want me to do as long as you come out to see me." Dongfang Wuya's voice trembled slightly.

Only his voice was echoing in the Ghost King's Tomb. Shen Qinghe did not respond, nor did he show up.

When Xiaobai woke up, he saw Dongfang Wuya constantly calling Shen Qinghe's name with a crazy look on his face.

The usually clean master had his clothes covered in dust and was looking for Shen Qinghe in a daze. As if sensing his gaze, the master suddenly looked over.

Xiaobai met Dongfang Wuya's tearful gaze and suddenly felt sad.

"Xiaobai, Qinghe is missing." Dongfang Wuya seemed to have found his backbone and came to Xiaobai in an instant, "Do you think she is hiding?"

Xiaobai was unable to respond for a moment.

The name of the God-Devouring Formation is well-known, and he has also heard of it.

There used to be many ancient gods, but once the God Devouring Formation came into being, countless gods of death appeared.

He suspected that Fairy Qinghe had sacrificed herself to break such a powerful formation.

But he couldn't tell his master about this suspicion, otherwise his master would go crazy.

"Master, don't worry. Fairy Qinghe has created countless miracles and loves you so much. How could she bear to leave you? Has Fairy Qinghe ever told you anything before?" Xiaobai's warm voice carried soothing power.

Dongfang Wuya's brain can finally function normally.

Yes, before this, Shen Qinghe asked him to go out first, and she said she wanted to destroy the formation.

"She told me to go out first, and she also said that no matter what happens, she will come to find me..." Dongfang Wuya's eyes were bloodshot as he looked towards the ruins, "She said she would come back!"

Xiao Bai smiled when he heard this: "Since Fairy Qinghe said she would come back, she will definitely come back! Master, do you still remember the scene a few years ago when Fairy Qinghe was on the verge of death? At that time, I thought Fairy Qinghe would die, but she was so tenacious that she persisted until Master came to rescue her. No one can kill Fairy Qinghe, she will definitely come back to find Master!"

Dongfang Wuya felt that what Xiaobai said made sense: "You are right, I will wait for her to come back to me. Maybe it is because I didn't treat her well enough and gently before that she hid and played hide-and-seek with me."

Xiaobai breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, as he was afraid that his master would be upset.

In fact, his words were not just to comfort his master, he felt from the bottom of his heart that there was no matter or person in this world that could stump Fairy Qinghe.

Fairy Qinghe is the most tenacious person he has ever met. Even God would not dare to take away such a person, right?

Dongfang Wuya changed his previous decadence.

From then on, he transformed into an avatar and stayed in Park Courtyard, his real body stayed in the Ghost King Mausoleum, and Xiaobai went to the heaven to help him take care of the affairs of the heaven.

He searched every corner within a hundred miles of the Ghost King's Mausoleum, but could not find Shen Qinghe's remaining soul. He was worried, so he expanded the search to within a thousand miles of the Ghost King's Mausoleum.

Not only that, he also searched every corner of Park Dormitory, not missing any possible place.

As time went on, he became more and more frightened, worried that Shen Qinghe was lying to him.

But he also felt that although Shen Qinghe was cruel to him, she was the most capable woman he had ever met, and she couldn't just disappear like that.

He should give her more time.

Spring goes and winter comes, time flies by, and ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, heavy snow fell at the Ghost King's Mausoleum.

Over the years, under Dongfang Wuya's reclamation, the Ghost King's Tomb has been transformed from a land of ashes into a lush green place.

The Ghost King's Mausoleum was no longer the place with the most yin energy in the Three Realms. He also changed the Ghost King's Mausoleum into a lively name, called Bifengpo.

When Meng Yun arrived at Bifengpo, Dongfang Wuya was standing in front of the house watering the green rice field he had planted.

He remembered that the last time he came, Dongfang Wuya was drunk. He hugged him and called him Qinghe, crying and asking him not to leave.

The next morning, Dongfang Wuya threw him out of Bifengpo.

This time Dongfang Wuya looked normal.

When Dongfang Wuya saw Meng Yun, he warmly invited him to sit down, and he cast a spell to shield the fields of crops from being attacked by the wind and snow.

Meng Yun looked at Dongfang Wuya who was busy, not knowing whether to be happy or sad.

Ten years have passed. They have exhausted all their manpower and united the three realms to search for Shen Qinghe's remaining soul, but there is still no trace of Shen Qinghe.

If he was disheartened, how would Dongfang Wuya feel? Would he be disappointed, sad, or desperate?

“Wuya, have you ever thought about…” Meng Yun’s voice faded away.

He wanted to ask Dongfang Wuya if he had ever thought that Shen Qinghe might never come back?
Dongfang Wuya finished his work and returned to Meng Yun. Looking at the endless rice fields in front of him, he felt that all things have spirits and life is beautiful, just like Shen Qinghe who sacrificed his life to reshape the Three Realms hundreds of thousands of years ago, and just like Shen Qinghe who stayed alone in the God-Devouring Formation ten years ago.

"I know what you want to say, but I'm sure Qinghe will come back." Dongfang Wuya said firmly.

Meng Yun was suddenly relieved at this moment. He was sure that Qing He would come back. This was Dongfang Wuya's firm belief. Perhaps it could be said that Qing He was Dongfang Wuya's firm belief.

"Everyone in the Three Realms says that I am an immortal god, but they are all wrong. The only one who is truly immortal is Qinghe." Dongfang Wuya said firmly, "I will wait until the day she returns home."

Meng Yun laughed in silence: "Okay, I'll wait for your good news. I hope Qinghe can come back soon so that she can attend my and Zhiyao's wedding."

Dongfang Wuya disagreed: "My sister hasn't accepted you yet, right? It's still a question whether you can drink this wedding wine. Don't be too happy too soon."

When Meng Yun heard Dongfang Wuya call her "my sister", she felt goosebumps all over her body.

"Zhiyao likes me, and it's only a matter of time before she agrees to marry me. Yes, by then you have to call me brother-in-law..."

As soon as Meng Yun finished speaking, his body flew far away uncontrollably.

Damn it, he was thrown out of Bifengpo by Dongfang Wuya again.

As soon as Meng Yun left, Bifengpo became quiet again.

It seemed as if Dongfang Wuya was the only one left in the world.

He recalled that the Three Realms were destroyed 500,000 years ago, and it was Shen Qinghe who sacrificed himself to reshape the Three Realms, leaving him alone.

At that time, he deeply realized that the person who stayed behind was the loneliest.

This time he learned to find things to do by himself. Whether it was in Park Dormitory or Bifengpo, they would be the first places she would come to.

As for the heaven, she didn't seem to like it very much.

Dongfang Wuya spent his days in such ordinary ways. No matter how much time passed, no matter how many people hinted to him that Shen Qinghe might never come back, he still firmly believed that his wife would definitely come home.

In the blink of an eye, another hundred years passed.

The Tianji Sect became the largest immortal sect in the world, and Shen Qinghe became an immortal legend in the world.

All the talented disciples of the sect want to enter the Tianji Sect, and they all come here because of Shen Qinghe and Dongfang Wuya.

Everyone also knows that there is another important figure in Park Suyuan who never shows up, and that is Shen Qinghe’s Taoist partner Wuyajun.

This Wuya Jun was still the Emperor of Heaven, but he stayed in the Tianji Sect.

An Lu still hasn't given up on Dongfang Wuya after all these years. Outside Park's dormitory, she advised Dongfang Wuya to forget Shen Qinghe, and even felt that Shen Qinghe had died a long time ago.

Just because she said the word "death", she was thrown into the Netherworld Pond by Zuo An and was imprisoned there for decades.

Dongfang Wuya went to the fields to check on the rice seedlings as usual that day, but found that one piece of the field seemed to be crushed.

His heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

He cast a spell on this field of rice. How could an ordinary person break into it?

Apart from……

He thought about it, and in a flash he was in front of the flattened seedlings.

When he saw a little girl lying inside whose face he could not see, his heart sank. All his hope turned into despair, which crushed his will like a tidal wave.

At this time, the lying little girl woke up slowly. She turned her head and looked up along Dongfang Wuya's long legs. When she saw Dongfang Wuya with tears streaming down his face, she asked in confusion, "Why are you crying, uncle?"

When Dongfang Wuya heard this familiar and slightly childish voice, his heartbeat quickened again.

At this time, he finally saw the little girl's face clearly. Wasn't it a smaller version of Shen Qinghe?

He stepped forward and pulled up little Qinghe, looking left and right, and asked uncertainly: "Are you Qinghe?"

Shen Qinghe smiled sweetly: "Uncle, how did you know my name is Qinghe?"

Dongfang Wuya's face darkened when he heard her call him "uncle". He wanted to say that he was her husband, not an uncle, but when he saw Shen Qinghe's small body, he felt powerless.

No matter what, he decided to take this damn girl home first: "Don't you remember me?"

Shen Qinghe asked mischievously: "Should I remember the uncle?"

Dongfang Wuya looked up and down at the smaller version of Shen Qinghe, and became suspicious: "Why don't you try calling me uncle again?"

Shen Qinghe asked back: "If not uncle, then uncle?"

Dongfang Wuya clearly saw the smile in Shen Qinghe's eyes, and became more and more certain that this girl was deliberately teasing him.

For a moment, his eyes were filled with tears, and he thought to himself that it was good that she came back.

When he was in Tianji Sect, he missed her growth period. This time he could make up for his previous regret.

He took Xiao Qinghe's hand and said softly, "Qinghe, I will take you home..."

Shen Qinghe looked up at Dongfang Wuya and nodded silently.

The figures, one big and one small, were stretched out by the wind, and the clear sky was suddenly filled with flying snow.

Snowflakes fell silently on their shoulders, and soon their figures were covered by the white snowflakes and melted into the vast earth...

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