Chapter 239 Missing Soul

Thinking of these three golden words, I feel that there are too many vicissitudes and too much helplessness in life. What you can't choose is like the stars all over the sky, waving a little light, a trace of memory, and a trace of sadness. If heaven is ruthless, people are resolute and affectionate. So is the memory of this life a trace of staying or a trace of disappeared dust?

"Squeak"

A dazzling starlight quietly flowed through the crack of the door, beating with a warm melody and falling on the sky. The feeling of bathing made him feel like he had returned to his mother's arms. How wonderful the intimate feeling was that it was beyond words. A figure stepped over the threshold and looked at the intoxicated feeling of Wen Tian, blushing red, and said with a trace of anger:

"The meal is coming"

Wentian looked at the beautiful and delicate girl with a trace of red face and anger put the vegetable basket heavily on the table, and the 'dong' direct sound became particularly crisp under the blessing of the beauty's angry face. Shocking Wentian's heart at this time, a crisp sound with porcelain was tapping on Wentian's heart. All kinds of silent loneliness, fanatical flames, with a trace of madness, with a lot of surging, with a lot of thoughts, like the tide of dust rushing into the heart is constantly blocking a trace of love, which is touched by love.

The sky turned into a 'doomsday', hooked the sky, peeled the silk and peeled the cocoons, in the name of the sky, with the blood of the strong in the dark place, with the expectations of all the people, looking at the dust of the world from afar, everything is telling the heaven that there is no 'love', looking at the beauty in front of him and beyond the mortal world, the kind of beauty Her posture was so far away, but at this time she stood in front of her, and the heartache that could not be told in words was constantly tormenting the pain in her heart.

The wind floated by, and there was a dancing flow. A slender hand was pulled, with a galloping style. The long skirts kept kissing each other in the airflow. The brief confusion made her slowly wake up from it. Looking at the stupid and cute guy, she had a feeling of acquaintance. A kind of affectionate feeling could not be told in her own language. The kiss kept approaching. Looking at the kiss approaching, there was an inexplicable expectation in her heart. When Wentian's pale lips kissed the delicate lips with a trace of fine beads, the deep kiss, with endless words and infinite love. A more affectionate way of expression.

Wen Tian constantly endured these empty statements, and a trace of tears couldn't help separating from the corners of his eyes and scratching on her white face, leaving unspeakable traces. When Wentian slowly rose up, he couldn't help the pain in his heart. His face had already twisted and couldn't bear to look back. Blood came to tell the pain at this time.

At this time, the silk road in the body was constantly telling, warning the sky:

"You are the embodiment of the road, you are not allowed to have feelings"

"Ask the sky, why the devil is dead and the god has died, why is only you still alive, do you understand?"

"You are a sword. As long as they know that your body is a sword, will they still like you? Don't fantasize about asking the sky"

..........

Si's words hurt into my heart. Wentian was constantly struggling. Looking at the touching eyes in front of him, with a trace of white tears rolling in his eyes, that sadness aroused a sense of resonance. Looking at the amorous feelings in front of him, he did not expect that it would be dusty. Wen Tian slowly closed his heavy sloppy eyelids and slowly fell down, and the last clear eyes came.

A woman with thousands of amorous feelings, the former fate, stepped on the void with colorful aura, came to him noblely and gracefully. Wentian could no longer bear the heavy feeling of the eyeball, and fell asleep after reading the following things. This may be a regret, a lifelong regret. How can the sky be beautiful without a kind of love?

Piaoxue saw such a bold guy doing such rude behavior again and again, but there was a faint joy in his heart. He pointed his body with his own corner to ask the sky, and unexpectedly felt that his vitality was slowly passing away. A terrible love head remembered in Piao Xue's mind, 'It's a big deal' .

Jiujianfeng, where the hall is located. However, at this time, everyone in the hall was silent. A fair lady waited in the hall with a coma teenager, waiting for a result and this kind of redemption. 'Why did he take advantage of me and faint? I need an explanation.'

A solemn and peaceful old man sat above the hall. The vastness in his eyes and the calm breath constantly accommodated the anger in the heart of the snow. The insurmountable feeling made the atmosphere here tense. The suzerain looked at the snow and said in a cordial tone:

Are you sure you want to save the child? Don't you regret it? Is this related to your future?"

When everyone heard such words, they felt that this treatment was not small. It seemed to be of great importance. The voice of discussion in the hall was constantly ups and downs in the hall, with a trace of doubt and expectations of the crowd. The piety that could not be described with love kept moving the heart of the snow. The words that made everyone wait for a long time finally remembered at this moment.

"Yes, I don't regret it."

The suddenly calming down hall made everyone hear the news, and the ** in their hearts were silent. After all, the legendary reincarnation of the Baguio fairy is expected to break through the highest realm, step into the nihilistic world, and strive to prove that immortality is three thousand. It is about to be detached from the secular existence, which is expected to break through the unprecedented. The realm has reached the supreme existence. For the sake of the supreme realm, they can't oppose the requirements of Piao Xue, and Piao Xue's mind still stays at that moment.

The pale lips were thinking of a shallow wound in his soul at the moment they approached him. A domineering and detached red sword handle, that kind of sad sadness with the sky and endless sadness led a man in green clothes, with Yonghua's peerless face, that kind of unwilling revenge, to fall down. The memory disappeared at the moment when the lips left. I don't know why the snow had this feeling. The feeling in my heart was like seeing Wentian, such a sentimental, and a faint sadness floated in my heart:

"Who has Buddhaed the tenderness of my life?"

"Why is there a faint shallow injury?"

A figure crossed the hall. Everyone looked at Piao Xue with lost feelings and walked out of the hall. They also sighed for her in their hearts. In their deep eyes, they saw a trace of clues from the snow. Their pupils shrank slightly, and their hearts muttered:

"This little girl is really not simple."

A star-like boundary wrapped around the sky, with a long sleeve wave, and the stars danced all over the sky. The suzerain disappeared in the hall with the sky. Everyone was stunned and looked at what had just happened, as if they were like a dream. What they elders couldn't understand was played. Why didn't they understand what? Question mark With the feeling of broken lotus root, Piaoxue stood on the top of the highest peak of the green peak of Jiujian Peak, and the feeling of contempt the world. The breeze kept attacking the snow-white shading embroidered with red silk edges for the time being. The wind is like a love-like child looking at the peerless appearance, and the glory of hundreds of generations is constantly surging. Kissing the snowy cheek, lifted her delicate hair, and held up her tenderness. The vicissitudes of the world waited unchanged. Ten thousand years of waiting, perhaps the momentary look back, that kind of thing that passed by, never let love stay at the moment of good promise, why was it not a After ten thousand years of waiting, why would she never know that this is a long wait...

If time goes backwards, I would rather not meet him at the foot of the mountain and evoke that trace of memories. However, at this time, the sky lies quietly on the ice**, with the feeling of frost and dust, sealing not only the trace of life but also the trace of feelings, looking at all this In the earthly world, the frowned suzerain looked at the sky lying on the ice** with a trace of doubt. Does a soulless person really exist in this world? A trace of memory moved back to a long time ago.

When the sky turned into a fate, heaven and earth cracked three truths:

"The end of ten thousand years, evil fate appears, fights with the world, and bows down to all sentient beings"

"Magic Heart Change, Heaven and Earth Change, World Reincarnation, Dust Dyeing"

"Phoenix dance for nine days, dragon roars in the world, magic machine changes, divine soldiers appear"

muttered, 'Is all this true, is it true?' This doubt kept hovering in his mind. If it was true, the world would dance for it. If not, who would save all sentient beings and who would save the world? Thoughts kept hovering in his mind, sorting out a trace of information telling the teenager that the teenager should wake up. The experienced patriarch quickly made a decision. It must be saved.

A figure turned away, and the snow looked at the suzerain in front of her, wiping the tears in the corners of her eyes. The red eyes were stained with a trace of emotion and looked particularly charming. A trace of silk lotus with love, and the fluctuating emotions flew to the blue sky with her most beautiful reperation, rendering the whole sky. The suzerain looked at this scene quietly, silently with a trace of sadness and a trace of retention:

"Have you thought about it? This is your soul. You have to think about it for yourself."

Piao Xue looked at all this, and the shallow wound in his heart kept sobbing. This may be the kind of love that is ruthless, resolute and affectionate, which can't be put down, saying goodbye to everything in the next life. The love in the heart may stay at that moment, fixed at the moment of kissing, and the warm time wants to have more beautiful blessings, but Everything is so cruel, leaving only this breath and falling into the earth with dust. This may be the best blessing and the best memory.

The delicate lips rose gently, with a sadness of separation and said in such a natural voice:

"I'm willing to give it to him, I... Of.. One soul.. yi po.."

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