He and It

"It doesn't matter, Qingqing, it doesn't matter," Yan Huan kept crying and kissed his temple, lying to him, "Where does forever come from in the world? You will be fine. You are so strong. I have never seen anyone better than you. The more resilient you are, you will definitely be fine. You are the supreme kind..."

When Liu Fuguang heard the last sentence, his expression changed drastically. He actually struggled hard in Yan Huan's arms. He shouted sternly: "I am not the Supreme Good! I am not the Supreme Good. I don't want this title anymore! It gives me a Sharing favors and then asking for ten or twelve points of pain from me, what kind of kindness is this?!"

"Okay, okay! If you're not, this is not the best thing to do!" Yan Huan didn't expect his reaction and hurriedly promised, "It's okay, we shouldn't do it, we shouldn't do it..."

Liu Fuguang gritted his teeth, tears streaming down his face. His white clothes were dripping with blood, and Yan Huan was also in a mess.

The two of them lay in the room exhausted and scarred. After a long silence, Yan Huan slowly spoke and said softly: "Really, I didn't coax you. If you don't want to do the best thing anymore, then stop it."

Liu Fuguang didn't say anything. He continued: "It turns out that when I was born, I was sealed by a true immortal. When I came to the world to be evil, I had to be matched with the best, so I hurt you. If you feel that your heart is too sad, I will never do it again." If it cannot be healed, then after we remove all the anchor points and exterminate the inner demons..."

He paused for a moment, gently brushed the wet and messy hair on Liu Fuguang's face, tucked it behind his ears, and said in a low voice: "I will sever the lineage and never see you again. When the worst evil has dissipated, you will naturally not be considered the best." Yes, ascetics live a long life. After I leave, you will still have a thousand years to live a relaxed life. Is this good?"

Liu Fuguang remained silent.

He suddenly noticed that Yan Huan's words caused a strange ripple in the air.

Chapter 223 Ask Here (51)

In the boundless darkness, the inner demon opened his eyes, and a divine light flashed in his single eye.

Invisibly, he suddenly felt the seal loosening. In his line of sight, the stubborn Taoist heart with brilliant golden light was trembling slightly and invisiblely. The impeccable cage around it was surrounded by strong and weak waves at the same time. waves.

What happened? Is Zhishan dead?

The inner demons are like insects eager to drink blood, eager to pounce on the seal, and when it is loosened, they eagerly devour the energy of the outside world.

Well, it is unlikely that he will die. He took the divine body and the dragon heart, so he should be regarded as half of the ultimate evil. Naturally, he can feel that the power of the ultimate good is getting stronger day by day. If you think about it for a moment, you will know Whatever good deed this deity has done, he must have taken the initiative to pull out the anchor points between good and evil in order to coax the supreme kindness to bloom, and there were more than one place.

Being so weak, he even pretended to be evil.

It is very likely that because he is far away from Liu Fuguang, the inner demons can think calmly without being bewitched by the evil ways of the Supreme Good. Liu Fuguang's charm faded, and his inner demon deliberately forgot his face, voice and smile.

If the former deity could kill someone, destroy his Taoist bones, and seize his Taoist heart, then as a capable usurper, he should be more vicious and ruthless than his predecessor.

It's a pity that he can't get his title yet. Whoever chooses to be the most good will be the most evil. At this point, the inner demons can naturally be dealt with.

His face was filled with the shadow of the impending rain, and the ferocious look appeared only for a moment before the inner demon quickly restrained his murderous intention and concentrated on studying the opportunity to escape.

He didn't have much time to waste.

Liu Fuguang didn't say "good", let alone "bad". He remained silent, only his fingers curled up weakly, once or twice, like a dying insect, and finally slowly groped into his arms, hooking up to Dongmao who was shrunk and taken away by Yan Huan.

The weight of his motherland is extremely heavy, giving him solid tenderness. The land is memory and the cradle, and the land of his motherland nurtures everything he owns. For a long time, he has drawn the strength to stand up straight from Dongmao. No matter what happens, there is always a place in the world that makes him feel at ease.

Through tears, he whispered, "I hate you."

Yan Huan combed his wet hair, her fingers paused for a moment, and he smiled tremblingly: "I love you."

Liu Fuguang simply closed his eyes. He was extremely exhausted and sank into the damaged sea of ​​consciousness, using sleep to avoid what had just happened.

In a daze, the sound of clear gurgling water came to his ears. Yan Huan twisted the warm towel and carefully wiped away the dried blood and tears on his face. With a little bit of hot air, it gently presses onto the tight skin, making it feel as comfortable as a good dream.

Yan Huan softly hummed the short tune again. It was the anxious call of a woman in love to her husband who had been waiting for him for a long time. Before this, there was no ballad that could be named in the name of love.

Liu Fuguang was exhausted and just wanted to stay away from this mess for a while, without saying anything or thinking about anything. However, when he heard the distant dragon's roar, he really fell asleep without any dreams.

When I woke up, I saw a simple bed tent in front of me, my body was clean in white clothes, and my wounds were healed.

Liu Fuguang sat up, his head still aching.

He leaned against the bed and saw Yan Huan transformed into a prototype, like a black tar river, circling the bed ten or eight times, filling the small inn room to the brim. Seeing him sitting up, nine eyes quietly came over and looked at his face timidly.

"...Get up." Liu Fuguang said calmly, "We still have things to deal with."

Yan Huan turned into a human body, her eyes still red, looking at him in disbelief.

How... is this over? How could such a big thing be turned over in an understatement? He cried so much that Yan Huan lost all hope and wished he could be cut into pieces immediately so that he could repay his debt and end this pain. How could things change so quickly now?

Yan Huan felt a little dizzy.

"Stop standing there," Liu Fuguang said without looking back as he packed up his things. "What you promised Wu Luo must be completed for him. You can't delay it."

Seeing his appearance, Yan Huan suddenly realized that this was not the same state after they reunited? That kind of "I don't want to see you again, but I can't get rid of you, so I have to ignore you as if you were nothing", but due to responsibility, Liu Fuguang had to talk to him again.

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