She remembered that he always loved to wear white clothes, he always loved to play the piano under the peach blossom tree, he always loved to eat peach blossom soup, he always loved...
It was obviously just a little bit close to success, but why was the whole army wiped out at the last moment? Father God was gone, Qian Mian was gone, Xuan Lan was gone, and even him... Was gone.
She clearly remembered every word he said, and she remembered every word deeply. Although she is the patron saint, in charge of life and death in the divine world, she is willing to exchange his ten thousand years of divine cultivation for his peace of life.
Until death...
At the last moment, she smiled, so sadly yet so sweetly...
"You play so beautifully. Can you play one for me?"
"So you are Chongyang. You look much better than the bastard I just collected."
"If you dare to hurt her, I will cut you into pieces."
"Holy Lord, Xuanlan... Xuanlan will always be by your side and never leave you."
"He is your brother, how could you ignore him until he dies?"
"From the very beginning, haven't you always wanted my 'kneeling' and 'begging'? Bai Qianyu, the God of Ten Thousand Flowers in the God Realm, is here to beg you today. I beg you, the Ghost King of the Ghost Realm, to grant your wish..."
"I, Chongyang, have never begged anyone. Today, I beg you here. Please don't leave me."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all me, it's all my fault, I'm sorry."
"Chongyang, I have lived for you all my life. Since you are ruthless, the love between you and me will be like this green thread from now on, cut in two with a knife, and never drag on."
"The flowers have fallen again."