"Does it have to be like this?" Lingchan tightened her grip on the sword.
The girl who was always lively and bright showed a rare cold expression.
"I'm sorry," Fuyaoguang said, "Actually, I can do this myself...but I secretly hope that this person is you."
"I want to be a unique existence for you."
Ling Chan didn't just write the marriage letter to him; they were lovers, but Ling Chan didn't treat him as sincerely as she treated Zhou Taotao; Ling Chan was naturally sweet-tongued when it came to love, and she said her coaxing words for free.
The first time Fuyaoguang saw Lingchan, he understood that this girl with a warm and bright smile was like a peach, with crispy skin, sweet flesh and a hard heart.
The headmaster said that he was a divine king who had endured calamities in heaven, but Fuyaoguang felt that he was more like Ling Chan. She saw people coming and going in this world, and she saw crazy men and women who were crazy about her, but she was not moved at all.
How can I become the special person in Lingchan's heart? Every time Fuyaoguang watched Lingchan smile at her, he always thought about this question over and over in his heart.
As if fearing that Ling Chan would not be willing, Fuyaoguang cast a spell to control Ling Chan.
Lingchan's body went against her master's will and clenched the sword tightly.
Her eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and in her spiritual eyes, she seemed to accept the reality, and her eyes were full of reluctance as she looked at Fuyao Light.
"Afu," Lingchan raised her face and said softly, "Kiss me."
Fuyaoguang leaned forward and obeyed Lingchan's wishes.
This kiss is painful. The sour and bitter taste flowed down the mouth and into the esophagus, with a trace of heat and numbness spreading into the body, flooding to the limbs and bones.
Threads and threads, endless.
Fuyaoguang's eyes widened. Suddenly, he couldn't control his body and spiritual energy.
And Ling Chan regained her freedom.
She put poison on her lips.
The status reversed, Lingchan took Fuyaoguang's hand, placed the long sword in his palm, and carefully closed his fingers.
Lingchan has a pair of beautiful hands, with a light, healthy pink on her fingertips. Now she points to her own heart, "Come on, pierce it here."
Fuyaoguang raised his hand uncontrollably, the sword in his hand shining coldly.
Lingchan smiled and opened her arms to him, not to hug him, but to make him insert his sword into her chest.
Fuyaoguang's hand was splashed with hot blood.
Lingchan fell into Fuyaoguang's arms.
Her eyes were closed, her face was calm, and if it wasn't stained with blood, she would have looked like a fairy in the sky.
How can he save the girl in his arms?
...He can't do it.
Fuyaoguang hugged Ling Chan and watched Ling Chan's breathing stop and gradually lose her temperature. Her life stopped quietly, while the spiritual power in his body boiled, surging and squeezing, breaking through like a rock that had been blocking him. of love.
The breath is growing wildly, the realm is harmonious, and the body is full of power. At this moment, the Fuyao Light seems to be omnipotent.
Dark clouds gathered in the sky, thunder roared, and purple thunder as big as a bowl glowed with golden light and fell fiercely.
The wooden house fell apart under the lightning strike and turned into dust, but Fuyao did not dodge the light. He just bent down, hugged the girl tightly in his arms, and used his arms to shield her from the damage.
Thunder resounded throughout the world, and thunder struck Fuyaoguang.
Fuyao Guang was safe, but Lingchan in her arms had changed. Dots of light emitted from her body, and the human soul fragments shone faintly in the roaring mountain forest.
Fuyaoguang tightened his arms in panic, but the girl's body suddenly shattered into brilliant spots of light.
He tried in vain to maintain the hugging posture, and the light spots passed through his body, leaving a faint warmth, like sunlight.
The lightning disasters became more and more fierce one after another, but Fuyaoguang did not defend or fight back. He clasped his arms and hugged himself in the vast snow.
The heavy snow has stopped, and the golden sunshine breaks through the dark clouds and shines onto the world.
Wushan's monks looked for Lei Jie and came over. Seeing Fuyao's light standing alone in the sky, they all clasped their fists and saluted.
"Congratulations to the Taoist Master for ascending to immortality and attaining the Dao!"
Fuyaoguang lowered his head and saw many familiar faces saluting on the ground, including the leader, Zhou Taotao, Bai Ruisong... Further away, he could also see the residents of Wushan kneeling on the ground with fanatical expressions on their faces.
They are all believers in God.
The wind and snow are quiet, the world is lonely, everyone seems to be congratulating Fuyaoguang for his ascension to the realm.
Congratulations to him for having everything, congratulations to him for having nothing.
The blood tore the white snow on the ground into pieces. Looking at the red snow on the ground, he felt that the snow was flowing from his heart.
The sun shines brightly on the body, and the pain is as if broken blades are added to the body, and the blades are sharply cut.
Fuyaoguang's chest seemed to have a big hole, and the wind and snow howled. He was the one whose heart was pierced by a sword.
She is dead.
She refused to believe him.
She refused to believe him.
Why wouldn't she give in just a little bit?
The dead abandon the living.
Fuyaoguang knew that he had been thrown away.
Fuyaoguang died at this moment, and the person who opened his eyes was Lord Yaoguang.
Fuyaoguang looked up to the sky and laughed, his eyes were red and blood and tears were like beads.
The spiritual energy on his body twisted and rioted, transforming into turbid energy, and his black pupils were turbid, faintly revealing a dark red light.
He is going to become a demon.
Everyone in Wushan was shocked, and Fuyaoguang turned a deaf ear to all the attempts to persuade him.
Bai Ruisong was extremely angry and yelled at the top of his lungs: "Lingchan has personally helped you achieve enlightenment, not to make you become a demon! If you become a demon, where will Lingchan's life be at stake!"
Fuyaoguang looked over with scarlet eyes and said in a cold voice: "She doesn't care."
Lingchan doesn't care about her own life or her own reputation. She doesn't care about herself, let alone others. Will Fuyaoguang become a demon? Will her sacrifice be wasted?
She doesn't care.
"I care!" Bai Ruisong almost gritted his teeth. He looked at the blood on the ground, "You care too! Fuyaoguang, don't do anything detrimental to Her Highness the Princess!"
His tone bordered on hateful.
What a shameless guy! Your Royal Highness, the princess, has a body of a thousand pieces of gold, and has given you all her life to Fuyaoguang. What is the point of engaging in such a life-and-death act now?
Being ungrateful and unappreciative, why did he, Fuyaoguang, gain the favor of Her Highness the Princess?
Fuyaoguang was scolded by Bai Ruisong, and the scarlet redness in his eyes finally disappeared.
Bai Ruisong was right, Ling Chan also gave him the task...Bai Wu.
He wants to solve Bai Wu.
Suddenly, his figure disappeared.
…
Xue Xingchi is picking out clothes.
Bajiaolou no longer buys snacks. Nowadays, every room is stuffed with a lot of things. Some are gifts for Lingchan, some are gifts for the future father-in-law, Emperor Yan, and some are used to bribe the people in the Yan Kingdom's palace... ...In short, each has its uses.
The largest room was Xue Xingchi's cloakroom. He carefully selected a set of yellow-toothed clothes, which made him look very handsome with red lips and white teeth.
He was meticulous down to every strand of hair, and then teleported to the room where Mayor Gu was under house arrest.
She asked with excitement: "Do you think if Chanchan came today, would she like me more?"
