Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

Through the future, time goes back. Has the ancestor of Qingluo done this before?

Maybe I did.

Otherwise, why are there so many messy and illogical memories?

She looked at Feng Qing quietly.

Slowly stretched out her index finger, a green light filled her fingertips, and she bounced towards the top of Feng Qing's head.

As if the light of fireworks flashed. Suddenly, Feng Qing's body was shrouded. Xia Qingluo said faintly, "this is my life aura born at the beginning of heaven and earth. It is not within the six realms or the five elements. Therefore, it will not affect your cause and effect. Don't worry. I won't travel through time and space without authorization until I have to."

Feng Qing's sword eyebrows moved slightly, and endless distant sighs rippled slowly in the bottom of his heart.

Instead of seeing Xia Qingluo, he plunged himself into nothingness.

Xia Qingluo saw Feng Qing and knew that he almost closed the five senses.

She stood up straight and slowly clenched her hands in her sleeves.

Cherish what she knows now, but she still wants to find the erased memory.

No matter what the outcome is, always know clearly what you have done and what others have done to yourself.

As one of the few existing ancient gods, Fengqing is a very special existence.

He was born before the father.

Therefore, it is also relatively more proud.

He disdained to do the thing of threatening kindness. Therefore, he didn't have some emotion in Xia Qingluo's imagination, but was cold as if he had never met.

Xia Qingluo finally understood.

The divine emperor obviously expected such a result, and obviously could not convince his soul. After all, the gods and souls had been separated for a long time, which can be said to be a separate thought.

However, he also knew that Xia Qingluo would not pretend not to know.

So, I tried my best to let Xia Qingluo come here.

In modern times, he was not so persistent, but also because her cultivation was not enough and she couldn't come to endless hell.

Xia Qingluo wanted to understand these, and her frown and eyes stretched out faintly.

A thousand years passed quickly.

She didn't want to travel through time and space.

Turn into your parents and protect your Bodhi son. At this time, you are in reincarnation.

She has separated a touch of divine consciousness to the future time and space.

So, in terms of time, everything is normal.

Feng Qing's words just now seem indifferent, but they are actually reminding himself in disguise.

Xia Qingluo finally took a look at Feng Qing, turned and walked towards the exit of infernal hell.

At her feet, there are big flowers on the other side, like a burning flame, with shocking beauty and enchanting.

In the distance, the Buddha's voice whispered, like a light spring, slowly flowing through people's hearts.

Xia Qingluo bent down in the direction of the Buddha's voice, folded her hands and recited, "the king Bodhisattva has no great wish in the south."

Then fly towards the exit.

This is the place where the Tibetan king Bodhisattva transcends the dead. She and Feng Qing have a little knowledge of their gratitude and resentment.

At this time, the Bodhisattva was relieved to see that Feng Qing was still suffering from the burning fire of hell.

And for Feng Qing, this is not a kind of practice.

Like a Bodhisattva in hell.

Xia Qingluo tightened her red lips and flew towards the junction of yin and Yang.

It was time to meet the devil, and the sky was a little dark.