Five hundred years ago.
He suddenly lost his sword, looked at his blood-covered hands, and said with a smile: "Hahaha... How could I become like this? I have tried so hard to get here, but I still can't get your heart. I have killed so many people for you, no matter how many people I get, I won't win your heart."
The man lying next to the woman suddenly called out softly: "Qin'er, I'm afraid I can't survive." As he spoke, he raised his hand to hold the woman's hand.
"I'm afraid we'll only see you again in the next life." The man's eyes slowly closed, and he seemed to be sleeping quietly.
"How could you abandon me and leave first? Dugu... If you die, they will have to bury you with you." After the woman finished speaking, she suddenly roared hard and her bun fell apart. Her eyes were red and she raised her sword.
Five hundred years later.
"Why?" God Qinghu first whispered as if he was asking himself, and then asked the woman: "Why did you love him in the past life, and still in this life? I have asked the Lord of Heaven to let everything I do be in accordance with his nature, why do you still love him? Why..."
"God, you are blinded by love. In this life and past life, everything has changed after drinking Meng Po soup. I will love him for two lifetimes, and the marriage is already destined. It's okay to not know that you were a human in the previous life, but don't you know that you are a god in this life?" The woman seemed unwilling to continue talking to the man and walked around the demon-slaying platform.
"Liang Fu, please stop dancing, okay?" The man looked sad and anxious.
The woman suddenly stopped and smiled faintly at the man. The man thought she had changed his mind and walked forward to get closer to her. Unexpectedly, she jumped off the demon-slaying platform.
The story is not over yet...