Ming Dynasty Emperor System

The Buddha said that there are seven sorrows in life: birth, old age, illness, death, resentment and hatred, separation from love, and failure to seek what you want.

The first four sorrows are inevitable in life. As a mortal, you should have these four calamities accompanying you throughout your life.

The next three tribulations are the source of pain for people who fall in love.

The most annoying thing in this world is not the ridicule of others, not self-denial, nor the misery of life.

But that - like thorns entangled in the heart, like ecstasy corroding the bones, like all thoughts are lost, there is no hope of love.

This yearning is far away, my heart is far away, this is the sadness of separation but not loving, and not loving.

That painful sadomasochism is like sand in the hand or the moon in the mirror. Everything will eventually fall away without good results.

But why, even though we know the road ahead is dark, we still persist in pursuing it?

But why, even if it means paying the price of soul life, just for that ambiguity?

Maybe it's because of that hopeless love.

……

Xiao Wushen looked at Cheng Ping in front of him blankly.

He was completely unaware of the influx of mist around him, causing him severe pain at the soul level.

He seemed a little unbelievable. How could that empty shadow turn into the lover he had been thinking about for countless years?

But how could the living person in front of me, the person with a familiar smell, be a false thing?

Her eyes were as clear and lively as before.

Between the smiles and frowns, she is still the nimble and playful girl.

"How could it be false...how could it be..."

Xiao Wushen murmured, the clear color in his eyes gradually faded, and traces of blood quickly filled his pupils.

"Ping'er, do you know that I miss you so much...I've waited for two generations just to see you again..."

Cheng Ping smiled and walked slowly towards him.

Walking in this mist, she felt like walking on clouds or water.

Little ripples spread slowly as the footsteps fell.

It's so similar that Xiao Wushen's heart is constantly fluctuating at this moment.

"Little Valkyrie, do you miss me?"

"Yes, I miss you so much that I almost go crazy."

"Hey, then why aren't you crazy?"

"Because I can't. In the endless years of Zuyuan and Cliff Tower, once I go crazy, I will be eroded by the will of heaven."

"So what?"

"In that case, my soul and consciousness will sink forever, I will forget your appearance, and I will no longer be able to remember every bit of my experience with you. I'm afraid."

"It's good to forget, so that you won't be in pain or tormented by longing."

Cheng Ping smiled slightly as he spoke, but when the little Martial God saw this, he felt a surge of sadness in his heart.

She must be in pain too.

I have violated her and committed many sins, and I have caused countless harm to her, but she... still thinks about me!

Tears flowed out of those bloody eyes unconsciously.

I don't know if it's because of the sharp pain coming from the depths of my soul, or the joy and excitement of being reunited with my lover.

Little Valkyrie's body was constantly trembling, and crystal liquid flowed all over the foggy area.

Strangely, when his tears came into contact with the mist, they immediately merged and turned into blood, dyeing his whole body red.

Cheng Ping's eyes trembled, and he suddenly took a step back, his tone almost pleading:

"Forget me, little Valkyrie, please, forget me, it's not worth it..."

"Don't even think about it!"

The blood color spread instantly, and the tears flowing from the blood turned into a rich pitch black.

The pain is like a wildly surging tide, like a raging storm on the sea!

Little Martial God gritted his teeth and said hoarsely:

"I won't forget! Even if it crushes me to ashes! Even if the world collapses and ends! I will never forget!"

The sound is like a bell, reaching to the sky.

Cheng Ping's delicate body trembled, and her body suddenly twisted, as if affected by the chaotic aura.

The bubble phantom will eventually burst into darkness.

Everything started to become unreal.

Xiao Wushen's eyes widened with anger, he braved the erosion of the mist, stepped forward, and hugged Cheng Ping into his arms!

A pair of lovers hugged and kissed each other in the surging mist.

Time seemed to have stopped at this moment, and the picture was frozen in those two pairs of eyes full of affection and longing.

"You idiot... No matter how much time passes, you just can't change your stupid and stubborn temper."

"Come back, come back to me, and never leave me again, not even a step... I will change everything for you!"

"It's impossible, everything can't go back..."

"Why? Tell me why?!"

"because……"

Cheng Ping put his face close to Xiao Wushen's ear and whispered softly:

"The way of heaven is ruthless!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a bare hand penetrated Xiao Wushen's chest!

He looked down in disbelief, then slowly raised his head to look at Cheng Ping.

"what is this?"

Cheng Ping didn't answer, but pulled out his hand expressionlessly, then gathered strength and plunged it in again!

"Cough——" Little Valkyrie vomited out blood.

Even though the soul-eating pain spread all over his body, he still said softly:

"I don't blame you, really, I don't blame you."

Cheng Ping showed no reaction and mechanically pulled out his hand and thrust it in, over and over again.

The blood blends with the surrounding red color, reflecting each other with the blood glow of the little Martial God.

He smiled and kept smiling. He didn't show any hatred, but only a deep yearning.

The whispers mixed with blood came out intermittently:

"Thank you, thank you very much."

"I actually know that you are fake."

"But I'm really, really happy to be able to see you, smell you, feel you again."

"Thank you, thank you!"

Xiao Wushen's smile was stained with blood. With severe injuries both inside and outside his body, his consciousness gradually became blurred.

On the eve of his eyes closing involuntarily, the pretty face that had haunted him for two generations slowly turned into starlight and dispersed.

It was dense mist, mixed with obscure runes, and pieces of colorful flowers fell.

This is a false thing and an illusion of bubbles.

The little Valkyrie fell into the mist, rising and falling with the surge of misty gas.

While his body and soul were gradually being annihilated, there was a "creak" sound in his body.

That was the last shackle hidden in his body, sealing his terrifying power for two generations.

Pain is the nourishment for barbaric growth, and love is the ladder to escape from bondage.

Finally, there were deafening roars between heaven and earth!

The little Valkyrie suddenly opened his eyes, and the blood in his eyes faded, replaced by chaos.

That was the most essential color before the heaven and earth were first formed.

"God thief!"

He laughed wildly, and his clear and transparent voice penetrated the space:

"Watch me beat you to pieces!"

As soon as the words fell, the sea of ​​mist stagnated, and then poured into the little Martial God's body.

His breath reached its peak!

He casually reached out and made a move, and countless stars in the galaxy below came to him. He grabbed them all and threw them towards the 'eyes' that turned into the sky...