Chapter 68 is silly

At the moment when the glass carved hands touched Jun Lintian's cheek, the woman in front of her trembled slightly, and those clear eyes were gradually covered with water mist, and her jade-like hands gently held Jun Lintian's cheek. The woman looked quietly like this, saw the spirit, and forgot to see. Time.

It was a pair of cold hands, but the cold temperature was full of softness. Jun Lintian felt as if he were holding his cheeks with ten thousand years of cold hands, but Jun Lintian felt endless tenderness from the cold.

The gentle feelings were full of desolation, especially when the misty eyes carved into Jun Lintian's eyes, Jun Lintian's heart couldn't help twitching.

"This is the woman who has been waiting for the teacher for hundreds of millions of years!"

The white veil woman felt the breath of Jun Lintian, and for a moment she was completely crazy.

The hazy eyes suddenly showed a faint smile. In this smile, Jun Lintian felt a feeling of release and happiness, but also felt the coldness and coldness of the endless years, and the lingering despair.

"Hao's breath is the breath of Hao's soul!"

The smoke muttered, and the water mist in his eyes became more and more confused, until the end, two lines of crystal tears slipped down the white cheeks and quietly dripping on the ground.

"I knew you would come back..."

The fat man looked at all this in a daze, especially when the peerless face appeared in the vision of the fat man. He was stunned for a moment, and the fear in his heart was completely diluted by this face. At this moment, the fat man couldn't wait to immediately kick the boy Jun Lintian away and then stand in the position of Junlintian. Enjoy the touch of those beautiful hands affectionately.

"Ning...Ningyan!"

Jun Lintian stammered to call the name of Dao Ningyan, and at this moment, Jun Lintian finally understood that the figure in front of him is the same as the head of the cold ice dragon vein in the depths of death, but the immortal mark left by the former condensed smoke here. She is not the body.

"Is Hao back?"

Ningyan looked at Jun Lintian quietly. She asked softly, but even if it was only an immortal mark, Jun Lintian still saw fear from those tearful eyes. She was afraid to hear that Hao Gumu no longer existed in the world.

"Teacher, he is back. In the depths of the deadland, you have seen him! The teacher has always remembered your agreement with him..." Jun Lintian said softly, and looking at Ningyan's eyes, there was a sense of intolerability and a strong sadness. Jun Lintian did not know the past of the old man Gumu, and Jun Lintian did not know anything about the matter between the old man Gumu and Ningyan, but at this moment, Jun Lintian's heart I feel a sadness that has nowhere to vent.

The inquenchable mark of smoke smiled faintly, and she smiled so desolately and sadly.

The ancient wood old man has accompanied Junlintian for more than ten years. It is also normal that Junlintian has left a trace of the soul of the ancient wood old man, and this is also the place where the smoke cares.

Standing in front of Jun Lintian at this moment is just an immortal mark. It is not life, let alone the original condensed smoke. Although it has its own simple consciousness, this trace of consciousness is just a wisp of obsession, an idea that cannot be put down and melted. Looking at the obsession of condensed smoke, Jun Lintian's heart is faintly painful. Ningyan waited alone for hundreds of millions of years for an agreement made by the ancient wooden old man. Even if he breaks through the mountains and rivers, he must follow the footprints left by the ancient wooden old man all the way down.

What is the feeling of worrying? That is, Jun Lintian thinks about these endless years and silently pays for the ancient wood old man.

Feeling the love that condensed smoke was hidden in the depths of his heart, and the love that crossed the more ancient flood and famine, Jun Lintian suddenly understood that at the beginning, in the depths of the dead, when the ancient wood old man saw the figure of the condensed smoke, the heartbreaking pain on the face of the ancient wood old man, the unspeakable pain, which was so painful that it was incomparable. Jun Lintian's body couldn't help trembling.

Lost his soul and lost his memory of the past, but when he saw the figure of Ningyan, the old man Gumu instinctively showed his sadness.

Up to now, Jun Lintian still vaguely remembers the ancient wood old man's sad self-murmured: "Why, why do I feel so much pain? What kind of memory have I lost?" The heartbreaking words were like a sharp knife, piercing the heart of the ancient wooden old man fiercely. At the beginning, the king Lintian could not fully understand what kind of pain it was.

However, now, when Kong Yutong and he are separated from each other, when he once made the same oath to Kong Yutong, and when he once again saw the immortal obsession left by condensed smoke in this world years ago, Jun Lintian suddenly understood in a trance that the pain in his heart may be the most precious wealth of love, although This wealth is extremely painful.

The mark of condensed smoke gently stroked Jun Lintian's cheek. She felt the soul of the ancient wood left on Jun Lintian's body. Ningyan said gently, "Even if I plunder the origin of heaven and earth, I will seal this last concern, because I believe that one day, you will appear in front of me again. You said that I'll wait for you to come back..."

Ningyan muttered, but Jun Lintian knew that although it was himself standing in front of her at this moment, in Ningyan's eyes, he was the ancient wooden old man, the person who had been waiting for hundreds of millions of years, just because Jun Lintian had a faint soul breath of the ancient wooden old man.

Tears were blurred, and the sobs came to Jun Lintian's ears, and in Jun Lintian's vision, he looked at the condensed smoke within easy reach.

Ningyan's body gradually became transparent, and then turned into a little halo. Ningyan tiptoed up, like the slender hands carved by glass holding Jun Lintian's cheek, and then the gentle lips were gently imprinted on Jun Lintian's forehead. At this point, Ningyan's obsession completely turned into a light spot all over the sky and completely disappeared in Junlintian. In perception.

Jun Lintian stretched out his hand helplessly and wanted to grab something, but his outstretched hands only grabbed the momentary sadness.

"God, am I stupid and hopelessly..."

A soft whisper came from the void, and this sound also became farther and farther with the passage of time, until it could no longer be heard.

In the strange world, only Jun Lintian is left standing there alone. It seems that the endless years have come. The accumulated grief has rushed to Jun Lintian at this moment, and then drowned Jun Lintian. "Condening smoke, you have always lived in the depths of the teacher's soul."