I'd rather lose the world

He rushed into Xuanji Palace very quickly, searched the entire palace, trying to find the traces left by the woman, even if it was a portrait, a scroll of handwriting would be good, but there was nothing, as if someone had erased the woman all of.

He actually forgot everything, not even her last name.

In vain, he fell to the ground.

In his heart, where the essence was warm, it seemed that something was overflowing, and the continuous spiritual power began to warm and nourish his essence.

He suddenly thought of something, opened the dark pattern long sleeve, the old scars were faint on the wrist, he held the Yi Shengxuan ice blade with one hand, and scratched along the vague scars, suddenly, the past that was about to be blurred continued to emerge ...

That's right, his Mi'er is dead, the only person in this world who can control him is dead.

The catastrophe is over, and the six realms celebrate this event of joy.

Today, it happened to be Frost's Descent.

The hall was burning with fragrance. When she walked in, her footsteps were very light. The nightmare beast followed her with its head bowed, and there was no sound. Today there are no stars, only a little moonlight. Through the wide-open hall door, I entered Xuanji Palace.

She stood there, watching him seem to have no strength, and fell down on the screen. She sighed softly, and was about to ask him if he would show his face at the celebration banquet, but suddenly, seeing the bright red on the ground, she exclaimed With a sound, he ran quickly, "Your Majesty!"

His pupils were blue, just looking at his wrist.

She was extremely fast, and the brocade handkerchief in her hand covered the wounded wrist for him, but he suddenly said, "Kuang Lu..." His voice was extremely hoarse, and he was like a different person, "Where's the queen?" Who is looking through her.

Kuang Lu smiled for some reason, mocking herself, "The Empress is dead..." She knew that she always wanted to tell him.

As if just because of this sentence, the Yishengxuan ice blade in his hand fell to the ground. He looked stern, and tugged at the lapel of the person in front of him, "The Queen of Heaven will not die." Pale as paper, "I'm going to kill you."

Kuang Lu didn't dodge, but just looked at him, "Your Majesty, do you still remember who the Queen of Heaven is?"

He forgot...

"Where is Yuanjun, where is Yuanjun!" The gentle and calm Emperor of Heaven seems to have disappeared. Kuang Lu looked at him, just like looking at the man who couldn't suppress his heart after devouring Qiongqi that day. generally.