Lengdi's black belly mad concubine

Chapter 586

"Yue'er! Even though my body is reincarnated, my memory and love for you have never been reincarnated, because my heart for you has never been reincarnated."

"I know I know……"

"Yue'er, if you're stuck in a deep mystery in this life, and your projections are full of sand, then I will allow you to hold hands in the world in the next life, and the scene will be prosperous. Would you like to turn around and sit down, with cinnabar in your palm, and cook wine and warm tea with me?"

"Yu Mo, if you are broken like fireworks in this life, don't marry him. In the next life, you can wait for Feixue to dye her hair white and marry me back home. Promise me a lifetime of love."

"If you travel against the end of the world in this life, and the world is your home. In the next life, I promise you to dance in snow and neon clothes, and walk in lotus flowers. You may be willing to turn into a shackle, spend my years, and count the camellias in the mountains."

"If you spend your time lightly in this life and turn into quicksand, just to pursue the end of the world where you wander. In the next life, you may be willing to break white plum blossoms for me and watch the snow fall."

"Yue'er, no matter it's been a thousand years or ten thousand years, you are still my constant companion. I have been waiting for your past and present lives."

"Yu Mo, you are still the life I have been waiting for."

The two hugged each other tightly, and the bond of heart blossomed at this moment.

There is no momentary rebirth in life, life is a temptation again and again, and it is also a search that comes and goes.

When everything has become a fashion, I am still waiting here; when the world has changed, I still stick to the beginning; who taught me to be the stupidest person in the world, who only knows how to reincarnate and wait for the person I like.

In the once ancient city, the night was as clear as water, and the white figure was outstanding. The moment they met each other, they were destined to never forget each other forever.

Although life and death were burned in the ashes, blood flowed through Qingshi Long Street, and the wind was still bitter at the end of the memory, at least we saw the flowers bloom and fade together.

Nangong Xuanyue opened her eyes to freeze all the sadness in her eyes, and looked up to the outside of the carriage, where the headwind was crossing the wilderness.

The future of the spirit world will be rewritten tomorrow, and all of this will definitely be written down on the pages of history books many years later. She is waiting for this day to come.

"Yue'er!" The lips of the two wanted to move, and the tears accumulated for 3000 years dripped silently down their cheeks...

Zixie listened to the conversation between Qianling Yumo and Nangong Xuanyue in the carriage, and felt pain in his heart. He had never participated in the past, but such a miserable night can be imagined without thinking or watching, how tragic it was.

Bingyi and the six guards also clenched their fists tightly, whether it was Master Mo or Miss Nangong, the situation was the same.God seems to have spotted them, and never let them go from the previous life to the present, cruelly torturing and hurting them.

Whether they can survive this life safely, no one knows. . .

In the distance, there are overlapping mountains and green trees. It's just that in autumn, the fallen leaves are falling too fast, and the autumn wind that hits is already very cool before it can capture the residual heat of summer.

The heavy axles of the carriage rolled across the ground, making a dull sound. Just like the sound, everyone's hearts became heavier and closer to suffocation.

Qian Ling Yumo flew out of the carriage and landed on a tall hibiscus tree by the side of the road.The hibiscus tree, the lavender hibiscus flowers have not yet fallen, and there is a scent of fragrance from time to time.

The three carriages stopped at the same time, and Nangong Xuanyue looked at the black figure on the hibiscus tree through the window.

Xuanpao billowing, ink hair flying, a peerless face, with a visual beauty that subverts the world.

Qianling Yumo just leaned on the tree trunk so naturally, letting the breeze blow his robe.

He was holding a lavender jade flute, and it was hanging by his lips, and the music as clear as spiritual water overflowed from between his lips and teeth.

(End of this chapter)