The blackened male god of fast wear, please be good

Chapter 33 Time Only Resolves Old People 2.9 (End)

"Then—since the Hanging Lamp God Venerable knows all about it, then Xiaoxian will take his leave first."

"Wait. I still have something to ask you." Hang Deng called out Si Ming Xingjun who was about to run away.

"What else is there for the god of hanging lamp to call Xiaoxian?" Although he really wanted to run away quickly, but since Hanging Deng stopped him, he had no choice but to stay.

Who let the officials crush people to death?
"Yu Xin...he will come back after all the calamities, right?"

"The Heavenly Emperor only wanted to punish the Hanging Lamp God, and the Yuxin God, the Heavenly Emperor didn't intend to embarrass him."

"I see, let's go." Hearing Hang Deng's words, Si Ming Xingjun disappeared here immediately with oil on his feet.

Seeing that Si Ming Xingjun left, Hang Deng wantonly let himself sink into the darkness.

Yao Ji continued to send immortal power to the pendant lamp, hoping to make up for the little divine power lost by the pendant lamp.

Although celestial power is far inferior to divine power, at least it is still useful.

And the Mysterious Light Mirror that was still showing everything in the mortal world, no one cared about it for a long time.
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mortal world.

Fahai glanced at the little white snake swimming in the bowl, said "Amitabha", then turned and left.

Walking to a place where no one was around, he raised his head and glanced at the distant sky.

He has also been having a dream since he was a child. In the dream, there is a very beautiful girl who eats mouthful after mouthful of the fish that she accidentally burnt, and inadvertently rubs a layer of ashes on his face. A young man reached out to wipe off the ashes for her, but she tilted her head and smiled brightly.

Looking back at the little white snake in the bowl, he sighed slowly.

He had a feeling that the girl had been waiting for him, and he didn't want her to wait too long...

Soon... He only needs to catch more than 3000 evil monsters, and then he can achieve a positive result. At that time, he can go to see her...

As for this white snake demon...

Looking at his appearance, he did not commit any murder, so he simply released him.
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Jiuchongtian, Xueyue Palace.

Under Yao Ji's relentless delivery of immortal power, Hang Deng slowly woke up.

Seeing that she was finally awake, Yao Ji withdrew her hands that conveyed the immortal power: "God of Hanging Lamp, why do you still feel uncomfortable?"

Hang Deng shook his head indifferently, thanked him lightly, and left Xueyue Palace.

Yao Ji pursed her lips, got up and got out of bed, but because of the loss of too much celestial power, she staggered and passed out on the bed.

Hang Deng didn't know where to go after leaving Xueyue Palace, so he instinctively returned to Donghuang.

But the Eastern Wilderness that once belonged to her is no longer her territory.

Even the only two Huangs in the past, because of Yu Xin and her descended one after another, and the Emperor of Heaven also set up another six Huangs in order to prevent the two of them from happening again.

What used to be the Second Desolation is now the Eight Desolation...

But she didn't care about these pendant lights, she was just exhausted and wanted to find a place to rest.

Now the Xianjun who is on duty in Donghuang, seeing that it is the hanging lamp, also automatically makes room for the hanging lamp.
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years later.

A young monk in cassock slowly set foot on the land of the Eastern Wasteland.

This is the first time he has come to Donghuang, and after looking around, he finally understands why a girl can have so much fun because of a stream, a wormwood, and a bamboo raft...

The slender and well-knit hand caressed the giant tree in front of him, and the tears couldn't help falling down, dripping on the roots of the tree. The tree shook the branches as if feeling something, and the leaves "squeaked—" sounded.

The boy leaned against the tree and sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.

In ancient times, there was a big toon, who regarded eight thousand years as spring and eight thousand years as autumn.

Worth mentioning——

Every year, every year, every year, as long as you sleep, I will wait for you——

Anyway, this time, I will never leave you again...
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"I still like you very much, just like the sun and the moon are wild, I hope you have dreams as your home, and this life will not be in vain."

——Yu Xin (Fahai)

　The front row rejects blades!Please forgive me for this dimension. I wrote it at the risk of working hours, and I can’t expand it. I feel that this is already the most perfect, and I think it will destroy the original feeling.

　　Good night, okay~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)