My Wife Why is She So Cute

After Yunrou finished speaking, she fixed her eyes on Yan Chuyu, wanting to see the desperate expression on her face.

She knew too well who the half-vampire, half-dragon woman in front of her was.

If it wasn't for her, maybe Tianzun would have returned from the catastrophe long ago. Would she still have to endure for so long in this ruthless world?

In the Heavenly Court, the rumors about Song Nianying and Yan Chuyu were already spreading. Although the deity has not responded, her silence is, from a certain point of view, an acquiescence to all the absurd behaviors of Shenying.

This is something Tianjun can't bear, especially Yan Chuyu, the dragon was originally the head of the eight dragons, a majestic and admirable guardian, but her other half is a vampire, a cold and gloomy existence that is not allowed.

When she came this time, she was also ordered by Tianzun to either bring back the **** shadow, or let her disappear, so as not to let Tianting become the laughing stock of the six realms.

Yan Chuyu has a cold face, she has always been like this, even Hua Bairou, Zuo Die who is close to her, and Luo Ranfeng, who has been friends for thousands of years, all have an iceberg face of coldness, which can make her change. It was Song Nianying.

Regardless of whether she is a fairy or a moth, it is the same for the Holy King. With one hand behind her back, her eyes are like knives, and she looks Yunrou up and down.

Yunrou stood in front of her dignifiedly, taking out the posture of being a heavenly being.

The Holy King commented coldly: "You are also worthy of serving by her side?"

Yun Rou: …

If this is the case, it is a match of lore. The Holy King used the simplest and sharpest words to pierce the heart of this fairy.

Yunrou's eyes changed, and she raised her hand abruptly. Countless glaciers around her surged from the ground and turned into sharp blades, trying to grind Yan Chuyu into pieces.

Luo Ranfeng next to her had never seen such a cruel Yunrou before, she was filled with disbelief, and the last bit of warmth from memories in her heart shattered into powder with a "pop".

The Holy King didn't let go of his raised hand, she was sulking at Yunrou, the blue in her eyes surged, and the moment the ice knives pierced her body, they burst open instantly.

One is to let everything in the world melt into ice and snow.

One is to control all liquids.

Although Yun Rou is a celestial being, she is not of a high enough level, and if the Holy King hadn't been because of Nian Nian, the gifted Seventh Princess would have been transformed into a Flying Immortal by now, and she would have achieved true fruition.

The Holy King snorted coldly and continued to slash: "Wrong, you are not worthy of lifting shoes."

Such a person still serves her family Nian Nian?

She doesn't deserve it.

Seeing that the breath of war was about to break out, Yun Rou's body was shaking, and she was about to melt into the wind and snow and continue to attack, when she just moved, her hands were tightly bound.

Her body trembled, she looked up in disbelief, Luo Ranfeng's eyes were bright red, she looked at her, and said coldly: "Enough."

Don't do it again.

Tear up the past, even the last bit of face is gone.

In the past, Luo Ranfeng had protected her under her body countless times, protecting her in the wind and snow, and keeping her from being harmed.

She thought that Yunrou had really been chained for thousands of years, working hard for her and suffering for her. Although Luo Ranfeng didn't have any shackles on her body, the shackles in her heart had long since fallen.

She has been with her all the time, and that fetter prevents her from often going out to look for the benefactor she cares about the most in disaster.

She exhausted herself for Yunrou.

But millennium... Now it seems that it is just a joke.

Yun Rou stared at Luo Ranfeng, but Luo Ranfeng didn't want to look at her anymore.

The Holy King glanced at Luo Ranfeng, sighed softly, she put them down, walked to Song Nianying's side, put her head on her lap, and gently touched her cheek: "Nian Nian, you're awake. "

Time to go home and end this farce.

Although the Holy King lost his memory, he was inexplicably certain about this feeling in his heart.

She knew that her Nian Nian would not be greedy for any status as a celestial being, and would not just leave.

Song Nianying, who was in the illusion, seemed to be overdrawn, sweat dripped down, she huddled in a corner, hugging herself tightly.

The evil **** was still clamoring to walk around her, bringing up waves of black mist, talking about all kinds of unbearable things in the past, and trying to devour her at any time.

She is an evil god, and she is the shadow of countless so-called gods who have failed to cross the tribulation.

When people live in the world, what they pay attention to is their spirit.

And the evil **** is that mouthful of resentment.

Resentment from the strong.

There are many undead who have morality and resentment attached to her body. She knows too well what Song Nianying has experienced, and how can she remember the hatred.

"You obviously saved them, but you were greedily held down by them, and you pressed a knife to your chest."

"For a drop of your blood, even the so-called biological parents lied to you, didn't they?"

"In the future, she will still fall asleep, and you can only lie on the cold bed in the laboratory, waiting in fear for the unknown."

…

As she said, all kinds of pictures floated in front of Song Nianying's eyes along with the black mist.

Song Nianying's body began to tremble, and the cramping pain in her chest seemed to be tightened again. With a "beep", a drop of cold sweat slid on the ground, and with a "boom", something bright and eye-catching fell on the ground. on the ground.

After hesitating for a moment, Song Nianying lowered her head, carefully picked up the small pearl on the ground with sweaty white fingers.

The pearl, being touched by her, rippled like a wave and turned into a cloud of blue water mist.

Among the flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water, Chu Yu's bright smile was only for her. It was so bright and warm that Song Nianying longed to touch it.

When we first met her, as the Seventh Princess, she was noble, arrogant, innocent and romantic;

It was the first time she was tempted, she blushed and hugged her head to prevent the dragon horn from jumping out of a cute look;

It's the charming way she bites her lips and gets angry when she's jealous and unhappy;

It was she who cut off the dragon's tail and destroyed the dragon ball for herself, left the South China Sea with her without hesitation, and did the most shameless existence ever;

Just before going to sleep, she was in pain and discomfort, and the main soul was out of control. In the dream, she pointed to her hand, and wrote down the reluctance and grief when she wrote "Farewell, Farewell" again and again in tears;

It was she who fell asleep for a thousand years, turned into the tear on the jade finger, wandered with her for thousands of years, and protected her again and again;

It was the obsession in her heart that urged her to wake up in the coffin, the love at first sight when she met again...

Are you still afraid?

Have they experienced less suffering in this world?

Caressing the pearl, even though she was born in an illusion and was surrounded by filth and bad luck, Song Nianying's lips curled into a faint smile, and she stood up slowly, looking at the evil **** with her eyes.

"Let go."

The evil **** was taken aback for a moment, a little confused by what he said.

Song Nianying looked at her face with pity.

This glance, although he didn't say a word, was like a knife, piercing fiercely into the heart of the evil god.

She wandered for thousands of years, and was condensed by countless resentments in this world. She has long been used to people's cold eyes and sarcasm, and she is used to the suppression of heaven again and again, but she can't bear such a pitiful look.

"I am not a shadow of a god, and you are not some evil god."

Song Nianying murmured, looking at the wraith shrouded in dark clouds in front of her, she shook her head gently.

The more she emphasizes the injustice of the heavens, the disdain for the heavens, the more she cares about the fallen angels in her heart.

How is the shadow? So what if it is God?

She is not rare.

She is just Chu Yu's Nian Nian.

Song Nianying looked at the evil **** in front of him, then looked up at the vast sky, and smiled faintly: "It's been a thousand years, we've tried our best, we've survived all the disasters, have you ever really separated us?"

No.

They have never been separated.

Even if their memories are erased, even if they are hurt again and again, they can meet again, even if they are brand new, they will still fall in love with each other.

At this moment, Song Nianying's heart is soft, she seems to want to hug her little dragon, touch her dragon horns and tail, kiss her, and say "thank you".

It's been so long.

Everyone believed that Yan Chuyu had taken advantage of Shenying, and it was because of her that she became so powerful.

But now, after seeing the evil god, Song Nianying knew what she would be like without Chu Yu.

Perhaps, it is a more terrifying depravity than the evil god.

The evil **** roared angrily, watching Song Nianying turn and leave, she angrily turned into countless black gas, rushing over from all directions.

Song Nianying smiled slightly, and she took out the green flute from her waist, put it by her lips, and played it faintly.

This time, it's not about defending against enemies, it's not about summoning.

Just reassure.

The gentle and gentle sound of the flute poured out like water.

To appease the helpless souls of the world.

Appease those souls who were once abandoned by the world, born humble, and even voluntarily gave up their lives.

The faint sound of the flute was like a song like weeping, and the tears of the evil **** kept flowing down. She covered her ears and shouted forcefully: "Don't...don't listen—"

She swung her hand vigorously, throwing out countless whip-like black air, and smashed it hard at Song Nianying.

Song Nianying smiled and didn't dodge. There was a golden light behind him, shielding everything.

And those pythons and elks that turned into black air... at the moment they rushed towards the golden light, they seemed to be caressed by a gentle big hand and gently hugged them into their arms.

"Sister, sister..."

"do not Cry…"

The evil **** watched the black air on her body follow the golden light one by one, as if being sucked in, she stretched out her hands in a panic, trying to grab them back.

--don't want! don't go.

——She lied to you! !

--return! !

…

The evil **** is also pitiful.

If possible, who would be willing to fall.

Isn't it the case that you can't even feel a trace of warmth, and you are completely desperate for this indifferent world?

They are so lonely.

In fact, there is no such thing as an evil god, she just uses the deepest and weakest place in the human heart, and lures them into the abyss little by little.

If there is a little warmth to absorb, how can you fall.

Love may make people greedy, but it can also give people strength.

Song Nianying walked all the way out, thinking that after she and Chu Yu's bodies slowly recovered, and gradually remembered the past, they would come over and stay with this so-called evil **** if they had nothing to do.

She just stepped out of the dark area, her head was dizzy, her body seemed to be in a warm and familiar embrace, and she closed her eyes with peace of mind.

…

There was heavy snow, which should have wet Song Nianying's body, but all the wind and snow were blocked by the Holy King.

The long eyelashes fluttered, and Song Nianying slowly opened her eyes, facing the pale blue eyes of the Holy King. There was no anxiety or worry in her eyes, and she was as calm as ever: "Are you awake?"

Song Nianying nodded lightly, raised her hand, and touched her cheek: "I'm awake."

Yan Chuyu grabbed her hand on his cheek, "Let's go home."

Yunrou next to her looked at Song Nianying in shock, she shook her head and staggered back, "No—impossible..."

How could she just wake up like this?

Song Nianying broke away from the embrace of the Holy King. She sat up, glanced at Luo Ranfeng, who was haggard with her head down, and then at Yunrou.

Yunrou looked into her eyes and asked in surprise, "Tianzun?"

Look at her eyes, do you recognize her?

Song Nianying confirmed her, and many memories flooded into her mind. She turned her head to look at Yunrou for a moment, sighed softly, and sent her into endless **** with just one sentence.

——I haven’t seen you for a thousand years, how did you become like this?

Yunrou looked at Song Nianying, at that moment, her expression seemed to be crying, smiling, ashamed, or deeply remorseful.

She came to the world for a walk, waiting for the return of the Heavenly Venerable for a thousand years, and now... a thousand years of waiting has been exchanged for such a killer sentence.

This means that she not only failed to cross the tribulation, but was also denied.

With the muffled thunder in the sky, Yunrou's tears fell from the corners of her eyes, her body melted little by little, turning into falling snowflakes, melting into the wind and snow, Yunrou went to look at Luo Ranfeng for the last time.

On the day they made love, she once leaned in Luo Ranfeng's arms and said: "Although there are many things I can't tell you directly, you have to believe that I love you, if one day I can't stay by your side , will turn into a snowstorm and watch you from afar."

…

Luo Ranfeng stared blankly at her body dissipating into the wind and snow, but in her eyes, there was no tenderness and care before, only cold tears.

At the moment when the wind and snow swallowed her body, Yunrou's voice was desolate and sad: "I'm sorry, Feng'er."

This is her fate.

She is a little fairy, and she cannot defy the destiny.

Falling in love is destined to be taboo, she can't protect anything.

I have prayed thousands of times not to be tempted, but some things are like fate, and I can't help myself.

If she had known that the ending would be like this, she would have let go of everything, tore off the shackles, and let her live freely in the world for a while.

But, in this world, there are no ifs.