Feng Yan returned to death.
Before his death, he was a leader in the immortal world.
In Xiyu, he entered the Taoist path without observing the mountain. He encountered a drunken dream and realized the three thousand immortal ways, and finally became a half-step into immortality.
Then he discovered that becoming an immortal could not save the world from the catastrophe.
Therefore, under the careful design of one person, he was half pushed and half possessed, and vowed to survive the turmoil here with his own body——
It's all about saving the world, what should I not do?
But it wasn't until he died that he realized how ridiculous he was.
Feng Yan is alive again.
For the first three hundred years, he was a little fairy king's treasure, and he never left his side.
When he returned to his original appearance, this little immortal king, who was as bamboo-like as jade, kept a distance from him.
But those red ear tips and the burning eyes... Who could they deceive?
The little fairy is good at everything. He rubs his body, carries him into the bath, ties his hair, and hugs him to sleep.
Even the looks are just right——
Exactly like the person from before.
Even when he killed him at the end, he was just as indifferent as that man.
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Feng Yanhui has never lacked admirers in his life.
Before his death, the proud man of heaven could not afford to kneel before the foreign minister of his palace, just to be able to worship him.
The amazingly talented and beautiful Immortal Lord held back a passionate heart of love, but he never expressed it to his mouth because he did not dare to think about it.
The great monster who shocked the world was willing to die for his Taoism in vain, just to become one with him.
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After his death, the proud man of heaven remained true to his sincerity and followed him resolutely to become a demon.
In order to resurrect him, the stunningly talented Immortal Lord sealed off the sect and even cut off the lifeblood of the entire sect.
The shocking demon returned the favor day and night, and when his life was hanging by a thread, he was wiped out in ashes in exchange for his chance of survival.
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It's a pity that he can only pretend to be one person in his heart.
This person's figure has been blurred in the world, and we can only keep chasing shadows like him.
Finally, found it.
It's just too late.
The little fairy in front of him had red eyes, a handsome face as cold as ice, but the hand holding the sword couldn't help trembling.
He asked: "Feng Yanhui, when you look at me, who are you looking at through me?"
Feng Yanhui curled up the corners of his lips with great effort, and his exquisitely carved eyebrows were dripping with blood, and he looked alarmingly haggard.
He wanted to say, who else could it be but yourself?
But he couldn't say a word. The heart-piercing pain was too unbearable.
After you die this time, don't live again.
[Dark-bellied, high-profile, black-cut, white-cut, white-faced, big devil, beauty, vs. Upright, pure, abstinent, white-cut, black, little fairy, Junnian, attacks]
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Instructions for reading or demining:
·1V1, HE, clean
·Pseudo double, pull in the early stage, but a little crematorium in the later stage.
·The writing is so useless that I cried like a mess2022.08.01
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[Advance collection ①"Has the young city lord killed all the people today?"
Sang Queyu, the young lord of Wudu City, used heavenly materials and earthly treasures to brew a nightmare beast that could create dreams, and it never left him every day.
It is said that the young city lord who is in charge of the last orderly place in the world is noble and powerful, and this seductive dream must have been an even worse situation.
But only the Nightmare Beast knew that the dreams that the Young City Lord caused it to create were dull but terrifying——
There is always only one scene and one person.
And his own various deaths.
It had heard Sang Queyu murmuring in cold sweat and trembling countless times:
He shouldn't destroy Lian Zhichen's ruthless ways, so no matter how he dies, it's not an exaggeration.
But Sang Queyu can't die, he wants to become stronger.
Strong enough to go to the place where the banished immortal was buried and find Lian Zhichen.
Bring him back and resurrect him.
Love him secretly.
In the end, he sacrificed his life to help him return to the top of immortality.
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The diseased land is filled with nothingness.
The immortal who was relegated to the rank of Lotus was shattered step by step, but he had long been accustomed to the heart-breaking process of soul reshaping.
He sat on the floor nonchalantly and took out the nightmare mirror in his arms.
The high-grade immortal weapon is missing a corner.
At this time, this horn is having a painful and bloody dream.
The Immortal doesn't have the legendary stability and coldness at all.
He looked at the different miserable deaths of the young man, frowned and shook his head, sighing in relief.
"I am self-destructive and ruthless, how come I fall in love with such an indecisive person?"
Lian Zhichen raised his head and looked at the gray sky that couldn't see the top, with a smile in his broken pupils.
It's almost here, just wait for me.
When I get out, I'll cure your problem.
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The outwardly indifferent and deeply affectionate beauty Gong (Lian Zhichen) vs. The two-faced surly and cold-hearted Shou (Sang Queyu)
[Advance collection of ② "After being rejected by a wealthy family, he was reborn", please see the column for the copy.
Intention: No matter how dark the wind and rain, but with a sincere heart, not afraid of wind and frost.
