It is said that the peach tree next to the Sansheng Stone grew out of love, but because of love, it has never blossomed or bear fruit in three million years. Yuan Feng, the master of the fairyland, was the master of the four realms, a man personally named by the saint, and called him the most beautiful man in the four realms. Leng Qianyue couldn't help but sigh when she looked at the purple eyes in front of her that made people unable to look away. Although this Immortal World Master is recognized by the Saint as the most beautiful man in the four realms, no one knows that he wears a mask and has two identities.
Looking at half of the sky in the distance, whether it was the sunset or blood-stained red, and underneath it, the palace with corpses strewn all over the place, illuminated by a little starlight.
She lifted up her long skirt and ran towards the main hall as hard as she could, but she could only watch the people around her turn into stars and disappear from her sight.
"Dingling bell——"
She stared at this scene blankly, and her steps gradually stopped.
A man also dressed in red walked towards him.
"Do you like her very much?" When he passed by her, she reached out and held his wrist, her eyes dim.
The man paused and did not look at the person next to him, "Yeah."
When he finished speaking, he shook off her hand. There was warm liquid on her face, and she reached out and wiped it.
Where's the warmth? This is obviously because I don't even want to give more ice coldness!
"Di Yufeng." She turned back and looked at his side face, "Why did you do this? Isn't there anything you did or said for me that came from the heart?" Her eyes were red and she was choking, but she did not shed another tear.
"The only one I love is her."
Therefore, she and "her" are different after all——
Intention: Three samsara tribulations