Bancheng Fengyue

At the age of 12,000, the young Fengjun learned to find pleasure in various goddesses. Pen `￥` crazy `￥` in `￥` text www.bichi.me

Those enchanting eyebrows and eyes, the fragrant breath, the soft body, and the sentimental and charming temperament really made him linger and delighted. He likes the freshness that is different every day, the light and interesting play on the spot, the short gentle hug, which does not need to be deeply comforted by the soul.

Just like this, the reputation of Qingyang's Merry Fengjun gradually rose, until he was 30,000 years old and had a dream of 3,000 years, and there were even more goddesses around him.

His mother once persuaded him for this: the romantic **** is not a good reputation, what should I do if I meet a goddess I really like in the future?

What does true love feel like? He thinks that thing is very illusory, whether it is a fairy, a goddess, or even a banshee, he likes it very much, but when he turns around, he doesn't seem to like it anymore.

Good things are always short-lived, he thought.

Ordinary people have a saying that things flock together and people divide into groups, which is quite reasonable, and those who are closer to Merry Fengjun are all the same prodigal sons.

That day, after patrolling around Yishui in the lower realm, a small incident happened.

Among the young warriors was Wulongzi, the Dragon God of the North Sea. This God Lord provoked the daughter of the Water Goddess Yishui from the lower realm, and probably even said some unreliable sweet words, which made the Goddess look forward to marrying him. Turning back and throwing her away like a shoe, I forgot about her. This time I ran into the lower realm patrolling by the Yishui River, and the goddess was entangled. After all, I didn't get any results.

Wulongzi hid in the general's palace with lingering fear, and when he saw Shaoyi, he came to complain: "Feng Jun, I know you have many tricks, please comfort her for me, don't keep crying like this, it's very troublesome .Pen`￥`Crazy`￥`中`￥`文www.bichi.me”

There were other generals laughing at him: "Since you know it's difficult, why did you provoke her?"

Wu Longzi sighed: "It didn't look like this at the beginning, but who knows it changed later."

The young Feng Junshang was full of arrogance and arrogance, and he really went out for him to look at the general's palace. The Yishui goddess was leaning against the water and weeping, her figure was very graceful, he looked a few more times Wulongzi smiled lightly and said: "Feng Jun, I have always heard that the iceberg will turn into soft fingers in your hands. If you solve this trouble for me, let alone her, I will send you four more enchanting girls." Immortal."

Shaoyi walked slowly to the bank of Yishui, and seeing the goddess of Yishui crying so hard, he took out the handkerchief from his bosom and handed it over, saying softly, "If you keep crying, the tide of Yishui should be high."

Who knows that she didn't turn her head back, she just wiped away her tears with her sleeve, her voice was hoarse: "You go, tell him to come over."

Shaoyi simply sat beside her: "It was because he refused to come that I came. You, why are you crying so much for him?"

Goddess Yishui turned to look at him. These goddesses of mountains and rivers might have inherited the aura of mountains and rivers, and most of them were beautiful. She was no exception, her eyes were swollen from crying, and her eyes were cold.

"I'm not crying for him, I'm crying for myself." She put down her sleeves, with tears stained on them, "I gave my sincerity to the wrong person, and I hate myself for not being able to let it go."

Shaoyi tilted his head and thought for a while: "Isn't it enough to give the wrong person another one? In this world, there are always people who are good to you, and there are always people who are not good to you. Can't you find those who are good to you?"

Goddess Yishui said indifferently: "You don't even know what the true heart is."

But Shaoyi smiled, and said leisurely: "There are so many better gods in the sky and on the earth, why do you always stare at one and not talk about your sincerity?"

Goddess Yishui took a breath: "I understand, you are all like dogs, I am too naive, I only hope that you **** will not harm those poor innocent goddesses in the future."

After she finished speaking, she turned and turned into a cloud of water mist and dissipated by the river. Shaoyi stood by the water for a while touching his chin, then put the handkerchief back into his arms, and Wulongzi came out happily, saying repeatedly: "It's solved ? Feng Jun is really good at it!"

Shaoyi suddenly felt that his cheerful appearance was an eyesore, so he frowned and smiled, but didn't respond.

Shaoyi soon forgot about this small matter, but Wu Longzi later had a really big event on his wedding day.

He has been stalking and stalking him all these years for some reason, and finally reconciled with Goddess Yishui, but he turned around and obeyed his parents' arrangements to marry another goddess. In the middle, the North Sea was stained with blood. This incident has been spread throughout the upper world for decades without stopping. The Dragon God of the North Sea felt ashamed and thrown to the Nine Nether Yellow Springs, and was furious and sealed the North Sea for five hundred years.

Wulongzi, who was originally very talented and expected to inherit the position of the Dragon God of the North Sea, has not been very good since then. The throne is impossible, and no goddess dares to marry him. After Yi inherited Emperor Qingyang, he also came and went to watch the ceremony in a hurry, feeling older than his father.

Infatuation is really a thing that harms others and oneself, Shaoyi thought as he turned to face Zhongshan Emperor Changyu who came to say goodbye.

Although the two of them have not seen each other many times over the years, they seem to be secretly competing with each other. Fengjun is thirty thousand years old and has a dream for three thousand years, and Xiaolongjun has also passed away at thirty thousand years and one dream for a thousand years; It is also famous; Xiaolongjun 50,000 years old was assigned under the command of Emperor Gouchen because of his outstanding combat power, and Feng Jun 50,000 years old was assigned to the command of the equally famous Emperor Ziwei.

In their generation, Qingyang clan and Zhuyin clan are like fire and water, inseparable.

Changyu stood in front of the long chariot of the Zhuyin clan like dark clouds. He seemed to have drunk too much and talked more than before. He turned his head and said to Shaoyi: "I have heard that Fengjun of Qingyang clan has outstanding talents since I was a child. It's really extraordinary. Since the marriage is cancelled, if there is a chance, I really look forward to competing with the emperor~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Said so politely, but in fact he is the same as him, wanting to make a difference for the two clans It's just to end the relationship, but Zhuyin doesn't like to plan, and always only solves all problems by hand.

Shaoyi smiled and said: "Now that you and I are emperors, you have to be cautious when it comes to competing with each other?"

Chang Yu smiled coldly: "I'm afraid the emperor is too cautious."

There is nothing wrong with being cautious, all the indulgences he has made in this half of his life have been confined within a limit set by himself, whether it is the open and secret fight with Chang Yu, or those happy romances. Selfishly wanted to have a real fight with Changyu, but he couldn't do it; selfishly wanted to find someone to make love with each other, but he couldn't do it either.

The beautiful and bright things are always very short-lived, and they ignite themselves regardless of everything. What should we do after the splendor is over? What to do with the rest of the sorrow?

Just as Shaoyi still had a life-and-death battle with Changyu in the end, what to do with the regret when he was on the verge of extinction? What to do with the sea of ​​Lihen, which is pitch black and deep, where all spells are useless?

After all, he stayed alone, looking back on all this.