"Buddha said that there are eight sufferings in the world: birth, old age, illness, death, resentment and resentment, not getting what you want, separation from love, and the five yin raging. The world is addicted to the world of mortals, but the mortal world turns into bones, and everything is empty, only cause and effect, repeated cycles, endless life. Yue Qiluo, how can you not understand these truths after living for thousands of years?" Yue Qiluo laughed out loud thinking about Xiao Nanzhu's words. How could she not understand.
After living for thousands of years, she discovered that power is fake, wealth is fake, and she can't keep anyone. No matter who she loves, everyone who loves her will leave her one by one. Her hands were stained with too much blood and she had committed too many sins. Unforgivable and unforgivable are the best words to describe her. Yue Qiluo seemed to hear Su Qing's voice reading a poem to her. It was indeed a very emotional moment at the end, and the two thoughts were incompatible.
Yue Qiluo smiled mockingly, then looked at Fu Pingsheng next to her, "I'm sorry." She clenched the beautiful dagger in her hand and stabbed it into her chest. "Zhang Xianzong..." Yue Qiluo vomited blood. She thought she was finally going to die. After all, she still owed him a few lives.