The waste bird throws down the gods

Chapter 342
Almost at the same time, he could feel a scorching gaze falling on his face.

He put down the bowls and chopsticks, which tasted tasteless at first, but when he looked back, he saw that there was no one on the window sill, only falling flowers.

He suddenly remembered that day, the woman he had only seen once, his heart felt a little cold and aching, she was an ancient god, with no roots of emotion, but for some reason, he fell in love at first sight, fell in love at first sight.

He can feel the pain of every miss, and he is obsessed with that feeling, not because of her appearance, but because she feels so safe to him.

He stood up abruptly.

Suddenly realized something was wrong.

Look around.

It's gone.

"Xiaobai? Xiaobai, where are you? Xiaobai."

The white beast is gone.

She clutched her heart and hid on the bodhi tree, she heard him calling her name.

The flowers were still rustling, and the evening wind brushed her eyes.

She seemed to hear him calling her name.

"Xiaobai, where are you?"

It's ridiculous. Three days later, Third Master, he didn't think of himself.

She was almost on the verge of tears.

He came out.

Standing in the endless sunlight, in the early morning, he stood on the high hill, looking down at the world, the moonlight in his eyes was so clear, and also so ruthless.She almost hugged his back from behind with the determination to die.

"Your honor."

Her tears can soak his back and the skirt of his clothes.

He smelled the scent of falling flowers on the linden tree, and the scent of dancing on the body of a young girl.

He thought of the starlight in the girl's eyes he saw that day.So clear and beautiful.

The gentleness in his eyes seems to be able to drown the whole world, but when he looked closely, there was nothing there, and none of the glitz and glamour in this world melted into his eyes.

The vines swayed in the sunlight, a drop of dew fell into the world, and a baby with a red mole between the eyebrows was born, and the red mole between the foreheads was like an inborn memory.

When the dewdrop fell on his forehead, it had already revealed its magic power.

The glazed lamp was still slowly emitting a mellow light, he turned his head and saw the little girl in his arms.

The despair in those eyes was so bright, and her face was as white as snow.

"You haven't told me your name yet? Little Fairy."

She looked up at him, this god sent from heaven, this god with the power of life and death.She has admired a man for hundreds of years.

She grabbed the cyan jade pendant hanging from his waist.Her jade-like eyes seemed to see the beauty of that time through time.

Red lips spit out a few words.

"Your Majesty, you have to remember that my name is Baixiwu. Cypress is the cypress of pines and cypresses, stream is the stream of the stream of clouds and water, and fog is the morning fog in the mountains."

He lowered his head and stroked her head with an indescribable tenderness. The lights on the other bank were about to go out. He took off his robe and put it on her thin clothes.

"Baixi Fog."

He paused every word, like broken jade falling into the lake, causing little waves in her heart.

"Bai Xiwu, my name is Gu Jie."

She lowered her eyes, and the tenderness at that moment was enough for her to remember the millennium and the rest of her life. She resolutely pushed him away and knelt on the ground.

When she knelt down, the strong despair made him feel like a river of stars falling from her brows.

(End of this chapter)