"The sky is full of intentions, moving the vast universe, and thousands of miles of sky are gathering together to welcome them. This is definitely not a phenomenon that can be achieved by the will of one god!"
"If he turns his hand to make clouds and turns his hand to make rain, the world may change with just one thought."
"This is the Lord of the Gods, the Emperor of all ages, the source of life, the beginning of the world, the leader of heaven and earth, the universe, the vastness, and the will of nature!"
"You Emperor Xi!" Qingli suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky above Jiuzhong, with a look of reverence on his face. "He has been careful, careful, and strategizing. It has taken more than tens of thousands of years... It is the bitter and painful experience accumulated in eight worlds that has contributed to the dissipation of the gloom and the bright future of the ninth life. It is not easy!"
A painting becomes a thought, and a painting becomes a reality.
In this rule, if you want to get rid of the crisis of erasure, you need to be recognized again, or you must hold the strong bond of hatred and shake the rules to fight for a few breaths.
That's why she hurriedly took the middle of the road to cause trouble, letting violence control her and losing her soul consciousness, just to have more opportunities to meet him.
As for him, she was born for him and conformed to his wishes in every aspect. In addition, after thousands of years of love-hate entanglement, he had a vague perception that she had already entered his heart, invaded his marrow, and silently integrated deeply into his calm face.
"What kind of beauty do you like?"
Qing Li asked casually, and He tide woke up from her drunkenness, but vaguely drew Qi Ruo.
"It's her." He thought to himself.
Purpose: A person should have a long memory