Rebirth of the Strongest Female Emperor

Chapter 1092 is not crazy, not living (4)

"Old Valley Lord... you... don't suffer any more... Old Valley Lord!"

Xuan Chen real people are already tears in the vertical and horizontal, bowing toward the falling snow demon.

"Old...Old Valley Lord!"

Twelve peak disciples in Tiangu, numerous peaks and high-level officials, tears on the spot, bowing toward the falling snow demon.

At this moment, the Snow Monster still insisted, he stretched out the clutches and gently wiped away the tears of the woman. However, the clutches still passed through the woman's body and could not grasp the slightest.

"Hey..."

The Snow Monster whispered.

Ye Qingying looked at the lover who had been separated for a long time, his eyes were drooping, and his heart sank at the moment.

Her past and present, I don’t know what the word is, but what I saw today made her feel that it was so heavy and profound...

At this moment, Yuyun finally heard the sound of the Snow Monster.

However, the falling snow demon, but can no longer speak, can only be humble like a beast, can only make a low voice, but inside the konjac, seems to want to tell something.

"Old man... don't stick to it again... count me... please..."

The complex voice of the unspeakable voice of the celestial blade speaks.

Nowadays, how much pain the Falling Snow Monk is enduring, I am afraid, it is already insufficient for outsiders.

"She has heard of you... I saw you... I know you..." Ye Qingyi looked at the falling snow demon not far away and whispered.

Nowadays, every breath of the Snow God is the most tragic torture in the world. Without the survival of life, it is not only the body but also the pain from the soul.

In the past life, Ye Qingxuan once admired the **** of falling snow recorded in the annals. Now, when he sees it, he knows the love between him and the dark cloud. Now he looks at the snow god, and he is reluctant to give up. She would rather bear the hardships of the hardships of the heart, and she couldn’t help but say:

"The **** of falling snow, she is dead... don't cling to it..."

I want to come, if the clouds are still alive, I will not be able to bear to see the **** of falling snow suffer so much.

The **** of falling snow has never forsaken a cloud.

The voice of Ye Qingyu, repeated over and over again in the mind of the falling snow demon.

"Hey..."

The Snow Monster looked at the bright stars above the void, but there was a sorrow in the mouth...

The day was replaced by the night, and the Snow Monster looked at the woman who gradually turned into nothingness in the eyes. At this moment, it was calm.

His konjac is full of ambiguity, and the palm of his hand is still rising high, trying to catch something that no longer exists.

"My heart... it hurts..."

Before the gloom disappeared completely, this sound has not been dispersed for a long time.

The falling arms of the falling snow lord, at this moment, are finally unable to fall.

Ten thousand years ago, before the man sat in the sapling, I don’t know how many years, when the young saplings grew into towering trees, waiting for a long hair dyed, turned into white.

The man slowly got up and buried all his love in the soil. From then on, he would not mention it anymore.

Qinshan Yunhai.

That year, the flowers bloomed and the forest was full of flowers.

A hundred birds sing, the sun is just right.

Under the bright sunshine, the woman looked at him and looked at him, saying that he would be her.

The man was fluttering in white, but he looked at the woman inexplicably, and immediately shook his head and turned away.

However, it was this turn, the man’s mouth was inexplicably rising, the dusty heart, or even his own, was melted by the woman’s sun-filled smile.

"My name is Yunyun..."

"I am falling snow..."

(End of this chapter)