The male god of fast wear is not human

Chapter 437 What Garbage Are You (55)

The fairy world was hit hard, and the god world was seriously injured.

Mu ShanGu was entrusted to ring the private houses of Kuang Qiansui and He Jun.

For the arrival of the mentor,
Neither of them were surprised.

Sitting in the pavilion,
In the snow covered with silver,
A small red clay stove boils warm wine,
Mushan Valley pours itself one cup after another,
Already drafted hundreds of times,

Line up word by word next to the jaws, ready to go out at any time.

But at this moment, he couldn't open his mouth.

"...how did he get hurt like this?"

the man opposite,

Wrapped in a shiny black fur cloak,
Half leaning on a soft bed,
The whole body is piled with thick blankets,
Holding an enamel hand stove in his arms,

The brazier at the foot stays on all winter, day and night.

Even so,

The dense black velvet still made his face pale and sickly.

Mu Shan hardly dared to recognize it.

The gods will be terrified at the news,
A generation of wise and brave demon kings who killed gods for love and were unparalleled in ferocity.

Whoever comes,

I can't even imagine that he has become like this.

"Aren't the demon king and the kid cured before?"

The little demon whose soul has entered the underworld,

He even saw with his own eyes that his apprentice was forcibly revived.

How could it be the one with the least injury?

But it looks like it's dying, dying at any time.

no reason,
It doesn't make sense.

"Some can be cured, some..."

Kuang Qiansui frowned slightly,
With a wry smile,
"Blame me for being incompetent."

Fan Mo restored He Jun's memory.

Faced with him, there was almost a strong rejection of white blood cells against invading viruses.

But in just a few months,

She exhausted all her medical skills, and even went against the laws of heaven and earth.

Even the Holy Light of All Blessings is helpless.

He Jun's life force keeps fading away,
The strongest body of the demons,
Plus all his and her cultivation,

Still can't stop the rush of death.

The pastoral valley is like a stick in the throat,
For a time,

Sadness comes from it.

He knew that this woman was not his original little apprentice.

he knows

have always known.

But even so,
Still feel sorry for her.

Because no matter which,

Destiny is really owed, too much,

Teach him to be hard to let go.

a long time.

In the whole white pavilion,
Only the fire is beeping, the wine is gurgling,
The pot and the lamp tinkling lightly,
The snow flakes off,

And, the sound of Lamei desperately blooming.

"You go back."

Kuang Qiansui habitually shook He Jun's hand,

feel the chill,

Subconsciously frowning,
Then exhale and knead skillfully,
"I don't cultivate immortals."

It seems that this is not enough,

She added another sentence,
"For the rest of my life, I will never cultivate immortality."

Even in the eyes of others,
How amazing is her talent,
How unfathomable is the Taoism,

With immortals, with Tao,
between her,

Forever lies the abyss that penetrates the center of the earth.

To the end of her endless life,
can not cross,

Cannot be landfilled.

'Give me mountains and rivers, give me colorful clothes,

Give me endless splendor, bless me with endless wealth,
Shou and Tian are equal to me,
Thousands of years without borders book my borders. '

"I'm a thousand years old, and I swear to you no, die, no, rest!" '

'Come on, it is agreed that you will never die, how can you quit at halftime. '

……

"What a coincidence."

whisper softly,

Interrupt Kuang Chitose's brief distraction.

She raised her head and met those soulful eyes,
The corners of the mouth followed his every word,
Raise a soft arc.

He says,

He Jun said,
"Coincidentally, I don't cultivate immortality either."

That night.

Mu Shan was accidentally detained,

Stay in a room that has never been opened to the public.

In the middle of the night, I suddenly heard Youyou singing a song, which was mellow and mournful, and lingered endlessly.

Open your eyes in a trance,
See the stars fall like a sea to the pillow,
And he,

In a luxuriant wilderness,
no collapse no roof,

The pavilion is no more,

Wintersweet is in full bloom.

"My apprentice is gone."

"all gone."

The pastoral valley sits in a snow-capped area,
He hugged his knees and buried his face, sobbing and choking.

"Let's go."

　o(╥﹏╥)o The breeder writes himself crying, ouch~ Good night, new plane, the breeder needs [-] cents of sugar to balance (ˇˇ)...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)