In the Age of Ending Dharma, the spiritual energy gradually disappeared, and the gods in heaven lost the nourishment of the spiritual energy. Each of their souls were broken, turned into pure air, and returned to the world of heaven and earth.
Lord Yaoguang is the only exception.
Yaoguang Shenjun is a born divine fetus, a child conceived by heaven. He can live for as long as this world exists. His natural spiritual platform is clear and clear, and his Taoist heart is pure and firm.
He is as misty as the snow on the mountain, deserted and lonely, like a clay sculpture with no emotions or desires.
But how can people not have seven emotions and six desires?
Of course Yaoguang Shenjun also has it, but he hates these emotions extremely.
In the Age of Ending Dharma, in the human world and in heaven, practitioners are in panic and unrest. These negative emotions turn into turbidity in the world and affect the balance of heaven.
As the only god who can connect to the way of heaven, the Lord Yaoguang accepted a lot of negative emotions in order to balance the pure and turbid energy in the world.
Jealousy, greed, rage, lust...all kinds of complicated emotions accumulated in his heart, making him restless.
Guan Guan's heart was firm and unmoved by the outside world, and Yaoguang Shenjun was also extremely bored.
He simply made a clone and drained all the annoying turbid air into the clone that he threw into the lower world.
The avatar is connected to the turbid qi and has a beneficial constitution. It will attract monsters and monsters in the world. Because of the turbid qi, the person has a bad temper, is moody, and has deep hostility.
Decades later, Lord Yaoguang descended to earth to experience calamity, and coincidentally, this clone also began a new reincarnation.
It seems that there is a destiny of its own, and he joins the royal family of Yong Kingdom and becomes the seventh prince. He also falls in love at first sight and admires the god's love.
On that day, he killed his wife and became a sermon. Fuyaoguang's realm soared. He had indeed become a saint and gained all the memories of Yaoguang Divine Lord in the heaven. He knew that he was the divine monarch who had descended to earth and endured calamities, and he knew that Lingchan was the one he was destined to give up. plot, knowing that Xue Xingchi is a clone of himself.
so what?
These memories are just useless dust, swept away like garbage by the Fuyao Light.
Born as an immortal, the thousands of years in heaven were so dull and boring. Only the few years when he came down to earth and met Lingchan were like a mouthful of chili peppers. The spicy taste he had never tasted made him unforgettable.
He has already achieved enlightenment by killing his wife, so what? He still couldn't let go of Lingchan.
He was unwilling to give up Lingchan.
As for Xue Xingchi... Fuyaoguang didn't care at all.
He never thought of picking up the things he threw away back then.
……But.
The clone that was once thrown away as rubbish by the Divine Lord has obtained the position of Phoenix Lord that the Divine Lord only dreamed of.
How can I be willing to do so.
The desire to win is also useless. Fuyaoguang never cares about winning or losing, let alone his status, but he can never accept Ling Chan's second thoughts, let alone accept that Ling Chan's husband is not him.
Although theoretically speaking, Xue Xingchi is also himself, no different from his hands and feet.
Fuyaoguang's arrogance, indifference, arrogance, Fuyaoguang's mistakes, and the hurt and pain Fuyaoguang caused to Lingchan should be repaid by Fuyaoguang.
Pay it back with your life.
Blood flowed all over the floor.
The once indifferent swordsman turned out to be just a mortal body.
The pungent smell made Chan feel slightly dazed. She never expected such a development... Fuyaoguang looked like he wanted to eat her alive, but ended up wiping his neck with a sword? ? ?
A hand gently pulled Lingchan's arm, leading her to take two steps back.
Xue Xingchi didn't seem to see the tragic scene of the body and head being separated in front of him, and said with a gentle smile, "Chanchan, be careful, don't let the blood stain your wedding clothes."
The pool of blood on the ground was getting bigger and bigger, and it would soon cover the hem of Ling Chan's skirt. Xue Xingchi frowned in disgust, and simply picked up Ling Chan, holding her buttocks with one hand like a child. , holding his waist with one hand and letting Lingchan's upper body lie in his arms, "Let's go out first."
He said.
Lingchan held Xue Xingchi's neck and looked at him condescendingly, suddenly feeling that his expression seemed a bit inconsistent...
Such a calm and slightly smiling look... Lingchan seemed to have seen it under a moonlit night.
The night wind was gentle and the moon was high in the sky. The man was smiling slightly, his eyes were gentle and quiet.
It looked very much like the expression of Fuyaoguang, who had just died.
The system's voice was stiff and said: [Chanchan...he is so scary! What exactly is going on! Xue Xingchi's brainwaves and Fuyaoguang's were suddenly on the same frequency! Is Xue Xingchi going to stop taking over his body? 】
【Seize the body? ] Lingchan smiled and said: [How interesting. 】
Lingchan suddenly stretched out her hand and pinched Xue Xingchi's face hard, messing up his handsome face like spring flowers and autumn moon, "Don't laugh like that, I don't like it."
She made willful demands.
"Okay." Xue Xingchi agreed simply. After thinking for a while, his smile widened, "Is this okay?"
he asked meekly.
"No." Lingchan said, "It's very hypocritical. I just like to see you smile so high-spirited, triumphant, and full of light and youthful spirit."
That was the kind of smile only a frivolous teenager can have.
That was the way Xue Xingchi smiled.
Xue Xingchi frowned, a look of chaotic struggle emerged in his eyes, but was quickly suppressed. He blinked, raised the corners of his lips, and laughed again, "What about this?"
"Still not right."
Lingchan became a little impatient, "Xue Xingchi, did you start to drift off when you became Fengjun? I chose you among so many people, and now you can't even smile?"
She said the unreasonable words confidently, but Xue Xingchi was threatened. He immediately said: "Sorry, Chanchan, the way Fuyaoguang looked just now made me unable to laugh..."
He sighed, with a heavy look on his face. It was impossible to tell that this man had been so cheerful and happy just now.
Lingchan tugged on a strand of his hair with her thin white fingers, "So that's it... I thought you hated him. Fuyaoguang just said he wanted to kill you."
"But he is the one who dies now." Xue Xingchi held Lingchan in his arms and walked in the gentle evening breeze, his tone as cold as the night breeze, "I do not hesitate to sympathize with losers."
Who is the loser in this sentence? This is a question worth discussing.
Lingchan was filled with bad feelings and asked even more excessively: "But I hate Fuyaoguang. His sword hurt me very much. Every time I see him, I feel uncomfortable. Why can't you hate him with me?"
She had been gently supporting Ling Chan's waist, but the hand supporting her suddenly tightened, and her fingers dug deeply into Ling Chan's flesh. Ling Chan frowned in pain, and was about to yell out, when Xue Xingchi pressed her down. He held his head and licked his lips.
The lips that pressed against her were soft and hot, and Xue Xingchi's eyes were as bright as fireworks.
Xue Xingchi traced the shape of Lingchan's lips, his voice was vague, and the warm air blew on Lingchan's skin.
He smiled and said: "You are right."
"I hate Fuyao Light too."
(End of chapter)
