Heaven and earth are unkind and regard all things as stupid dogs.
They say that the world of emotions is the most profound emotion in the world, and even heaven and earth can be moved.
But looking around this world, human emotions are pitifully small.
Luo Ruan is the head of the immortal, so there are some things she cannot say.
After three hundred years in the human world, she was tired. She looked at the icebergs and snowfields alone every day, guarding the common people in the world. She could be a little temperamental. The so-called reincarnation of heaven, if you should go, just go. Isn't it liberation?
But when such a noisy thunder is accumulating, who has the skills to transmit the sound?
She looked at the dark figure slowly walking towards the top of the mountain with some confusion.
The snow that has not melted for thousands of years in Zushan was swept into the mysterious sky.
A person was walking towards her step by step, carrying a turbid black magic mist, which stood out in the clear air.
When he saw his face clearly, Luo Ruan, who had always been calm, couldn't help but open his eyes wide.
Half of the man in the black magic mist had already been transformed into flesh and blood by the purest pure immortal energy of Zushan, leaving only white bones. The other half of the man's black hair was flying, and he smiled unbridled.
His voice was the unique magnetism and deepness of the Demonic King, with a hint of majesty and full anger. He was forced to transmit the sound, a fierce threat, and the demonic voice lingered in her ears.
"Luo Ruan, you are not allowed to die."
Therefore, she did not die.
Intention: The reincarnation of heaven, live your life well and follow your own path.