Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 2408 [The middle stage of the finale] The child in her womb is the child of taboo. 6
"He and I have come to this point, if we give up, then everything before will be in vain."

Fo Ling held the bone china wine glass with his slender fingers wrapped around it, looked at the wine glass sideways, and said indifferently: "Besides, even if it stops here, as long as my love for him will not stop, as long as Qi Fan lives a day , my love will last for a day."

"To disregard the priesthood is to disregard the priesthood. Unless I kill Qi Fan and the child in my womb, otherwise, the only way I can go is to be robbed."

The woman stared deeply at Xuanyuan, and said with great sadness: "My love disaster is actually not predetermined, it is only based on my will. Millions of years ago, I did not choose to stay away from Qifan. Fall into reincarnation, train your mind forever."

"So after a million years, it's even more impossible for me to kill Qi Fan, and it's impossible for me to destroy this child."

"I can also use my supernatural power to escape to death just like my father, but I can't escape my own heart."

That is a calamity of love, a calamity of killing the heart.

Buddha Ling was born as a god, and she is a supreme god who takes all the living beings as her own responsibility. She should have a heart like still water, cherish the common people, and love the common people universally, but she cannot love one person alone with love.

In the catastrophe of killing the heart, what is destroyed is the mind and nature of the gods.

But how could Foling do it?

On the day when the silver waves turned the sky on the other side of the Milky Way in Nine Heavens, she was just a little boy with hairy hair and met him. At that time, Fo Ling knew that he was her doom.

"In my life, I am not afraid of life, death, and the chaos of heaven. I can stand by and watch thousands of creatures die, and I can annihilate a world with a snap of my fingers, but I will not kill Qi Fan."

"Will not kill the child."

This is the child she has been begging for for many years, and is her heart and soul. She cherishes him more than anyone else.

How can you give up?

How is suffering?

If she is sweet and happy, she is happy.

White snow fell from the sky one after another, and the already withered courtyard, with bare branches and shrubs, was covered with a thin layer of white snow.

At a glance, the garden is full of snow and the snow is crystal clear. It is really another beautiful scene.

Fo Ling stood in front of the window, and the white snow came in from the window. The woman who could see the dust in the breeze and the moon was standing in the white snow, with thin snow on her hair, and snow on her shoulders and clothes.

She stood there motionless, becoming the most beautiful scenery in this snowy day.

It's so beautiful.

Looking at the snowy scene, Fo Ling's lips and teeth became more and more bitter.

So many years have passed, who knows how many nights she woke up, running alone in the deep dark night, looking for the Buddha in gorgeous clothes.

She vaguely remembered the day when she met him again.

At that time, she was extremely happy.

In this world of mortals, she has been going through many calamities, but she has not been able to meet him. She thought that their fate was finally above the heavens, but she never thought that in the end, she would meet him.

The bright red Bana flower floated in front of Qi Fan, and he slowly lowered his head, seeing her who was bruised and bruised by the wind and sand, and his brows moved slightly.

It's amazing.

At that time, he probably recognized her.

Later, the Buddha spirit accompanied him day and night in the Buddhist hall, and the inner demons were born. Those days were really beautiful.

After Qing Po returned, she went to Brahma Realm to find him, and it snowed for the first time in Brahma Realm that year.

Fo Ling always remembered that in the dark night, snowflakes were flying, and the sparse plum blossoms outside and inside the Buddha Hall were beautifully illuminated by the warm orange Buddha lamp.

The snowflakes fell under the shadow of the lamp, passed through a layer of halo, swirled, and fell gracefully on the ground.

The Buddha in gorgeous clothes was wearing a crimson cassock, and on the hem of the cassock, there were actually big red plum blossoms embroidered in full bloom, elegant and gentle.

Such clothes are not in compliance with the regulations.

(End of this chapter)