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7.

The heavenly soldiers came when they were caught off guard, bringing heavenly punishment.

Xuanlong couldn't resist the punishment of heaven, overwhelmed, was trapped by the French Open, and fell to the ground with a crash.

The jade tube looked at the sky, faintly showing the Buddha's light in the west sky, the Buddha's light flickered for a moment, and the heavenly soldiers disappeared.

The world is vast, and amidst the white snow, it seems that there are only the two of them left, just like the first time they met, deep in the bamboo forest, with a glance of ten thousand years.

Yu Guan squatted down, bent his smiling eyes and looked at the distressed Chang Chong on the ground, just like the first time he saw him, he asked: "Brother Chang Chong, do you want to live?"

Chang Chong swallowed a mouthful of blood with difficulty, and said hoarsely: "With you, I would like to live as long as the sky; without you, I would be like a flower in the epiphyllum..."

Yan Luo smiled like a flower: "That's good, you must live well..."

There was snow in his eyes: "After a hundred years, I will come to you..."

He knows very well that he has no next hundred years, and once the golden lotus is given, the power to support him to maintain his human form will no longer be there, and he will turn into a wisp of lonely soul, which will eventually disperse in the vast world.

Fortunately, fortunately, the final part of the journey is still accompanied by someone.

……

"It's been a hundred years..." Shi Buyan sat in silence, the golden lotus floated on his fingertips, and his whispers turned into whispers between his lips and teeth: "You still come to me..."

"You haven't come to me yet..."

The murmur turned into a ray of spring breeze and leaked out along the window sill. One year in hell, ten years in the world.

Babies in the world cry softly, and whoever weeps a few times leaves the baby in the wilderness.

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The isolated island.

The boy fell in a pool of blood, and when he was dying, there was a vast expanse of snow in front of him, and behind the snow mist was a figure standing faintly.

who is where

He moved his fingers with difficulty.

There was a sound of footsteps beside his ear, and a trembling hand slowly stroked his face.

The boy temporarily regained his sanity, and asked softly, "Who is it?"

The voice came from the top of the head in a low voice, with an inexplicable ruthlessness: "Guess."

The boy didn't have the energy to answer him, and shook his face slightly.

The voice said, "Your husband."

juvenile:"…………"

Even death is uneasy.

The man then asked, "Do you want to live?"

The boy simply stopped talking, too lazy to talk to this psychopath.

"..."

In the silence, the young man vaguely saw the back figure in the snow again, his heart ached, maybe it was his lover from the previous life?

"Do you want to live?"

He said weakly with his last breath, "I want to..."

"Okay, I will let you live." The voice said, "Yuguan, if you don't come to me, I will come to you."

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