Tragic death in the previous life: After rebirth, the sickly prince pampers her every night

After the evil demon died, Hao Fengyu retracted his formation, stood up, walked to the Buddha's Son, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't be depressed. We are in need of people right now. You are so powerful, you can't commit suicide!"

Yan Kangshun had already stood beside the Buddha Saint and nodded: "Yes, we still have to take back Chaos. Buddha Ningshi can create it again, but the premise is that you have to stay alive."

At this moment, Yang Susu was already holding Hua Nian's hand and standing in front of the Buddha Saint.

She sighed, "They are right. It is not easy for your master to train you. Besides, you are a Buddhist. You care about the world. The people of the world are still waiting for you to save them."

The Buddha clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and chanted once more: "Amitabha."

"Thank you so much, donors!"

Yang Susu also patted the Buddha's son on the shoulder.

Every tragic defeat of Shikong will cause a person to suffer a mental breakdown, just like Mrs. Shi, who cannot accept the reality and can only numb herself, as if she has lost her soul.

For example, the Son of Buddha, his face showed no sadness or joy, but he was also a human being with flesh and blood and emotions, and what he was thinking in his heart was to die together with the evil spirits!

Her heart was heavy.

Hua Nian held Yang Susu's hand tightly at this moment.

"Sister, we will win."

"almost!"

She raised her eyes and looked at Yang Susu.

Yang Susu nodded gently: "Yeah."

The girl holding her hand was very well-behaved, but she always had a strange feeling. Was it her illusion?

An hour later, all the evil creatures were killed by everyone, not a single one was left alive.

When everyone stood among the corpses, they all looked up at the sky.

The dark clouds in the sky suddenly began to dissipate.

All the bodies of the Buddhas above the Buddha Ning Shikong turned into golden lights at a speed visible to the naked eye and flew up into the sky.

The Buddha's Son knelt among the corpses of the evil creatures, clasped his hands together, and watched the golden light disappear. A tear slowly fell from his eyes that showed neither sadness nor joy.

"Woooooooo..."

There was a cry not far away.

Hai Lingling lay in Wu Ying's arms and kept wiping away tears.

When Fairy Zixia saw Hai Lingling crying, she also wiped away the tears from her eyes with her bloody hands.

The heavy, sad and oppressive atmosphere has forced them to release it.

"Let me cry for a while, then I'll feel better."

Wu Ying rubbed Hai Lingling's hair and sighed.

In the early morning, Tianjun held Fairy Zixia in his arms.

The two women spoke loudly, venting the emotions that were weighing them down.

Yan Kangshun and Hao Fengyu hung their heads.

Of the seven great silver star worlds, only the worlds of the two of them were not there.

I don't know what happened to my own world.

Even Fo Ning Shi Kong has become like this, so are my two Shi Kongs already...

The two of them didn't dare to think about it.

Yang Susu had already taken Hua Nian's hand and found a relatively clean place to sit down.

"Let's take a break. We'll set off again in half a cup of tea."

She sat there and closed her eyes.

cry?

She wanted to cry too, but she couldn't!

She couldn't shed tears as recklessly as Hai Lingling and Fairy Zixia did.

She was afraid that once her tears came out, everyone's faith would collapse.

Achen, Xiaoman, Ayao, you will be fine.

She took a deep breath and tried to sense the void door again.

No, there is still no breath.

Yang Susu knew that A Ling and A Zhen had been holding on for a long time.

When I saw Ah Ling's frail appearance before, I knew that he was already at the end of his strength.

Perhaps it was because he led his men to kill the evil creatures one by one that relieved the pressure on Ah Ling and Ah Zhen.

Perhaps it was the Void Grass brought out from the Secret Realm of God that allowed Ah Ling to recover some of his spiritual power and hold on for so long.

Ah Ling, Ah Zhen, if you are tired, just take a rest. I can leave the rest to you.

"Sister, let's go!"

A hoarse and slightly evil voice sounded beside Yang Susu's ears.

She slowly opened her eyes and saw Yue Shu standing in front of her, covered in blood and with cold, bloodthirsty eyes.

"Sister, let's go. Maybe the next Shikong will be the Shikong where Ah Yao is."

Yang Susu said calmly: "Ashu, sit down and rest for a while."

"Sister, aren't you worried about Ah Yao?"

"What do you say?"

"Since you are worried, can you think of a solution? Sister, I, I really can't hold on any longer."

At this time, Jin Long was already standing next to Yue Shu and patted him on the shoulder: "Silly Shu, calm down for a while."

Yue Shu suddenly roared at the golden dragon.

"How do you want me to calm down?"

"Something has happened to Ah Yao. Something has happened to her!"

"You all don't care, do you?"

"I can't calm down, I really can't calm down!"

"Rest? I'll go crazy!"

"Either, let me keep killing evil creatures, or, let me..."

Before he could finish his hysterical roar, he was interrupted by Yang Susu's cold voice.

"Moon Tree!"

"Are you the only one with relatives?"

"One sixth of Master Qian's relatives, friends, and people died at the hands of evil creatures. Did he yell and scream like you did?"

"Buddha Ningshi, all the Buddhas are dead. The Buddha Saint just wanted to die with the evil creature. Did he yell?"

"Who among all the people here doesn't have relatives, friends, or loved ones?"

"They were also in extreme worry, sadness and fear. Did they yell or scream?"

"Aren't Jin Long and I worried about Ah Yao?"

"Yue Shu, I raised her. She is not only my sister, but also my child."

"Don't you think I'm not worried about Achen? Don't you think I'm not worried about Xiaoman?"

"But can I yell like you?"

"Yueshu, I know you are sad and anxious, but we are the same as you."

"It's time for you to grow up!"

Yue Shu's face was ashen and he slowly lowered his head, squatted down, buried his head in his knees, and his shoulders trembled.

Yang Susu also squatted down and placed her hands on Yue Shu's shoulders, with a slight tremor in her voice.

"Ashu, everyone feels the same as you."

“Perhaps, it’s more painful than yours.”

Yang Susu stood up. He knew that it was useless to say more. Yue Shu could only bear this suffocating sadness by himself.

Jin Long said nothing, but just squatted quietly beside Yue Shu, accompanying him silently.

After the Buddhists above the Buddha Ning Shi Kong were turned into gold dust and dissipated, the bloody aura here also gradually disappeared.

Everyone fell into endless silence, cherishing this short break time.

Yue Shu still buried his head in his knees, but his shoulders were no longer shaking noticeably.