The starting point is 900 million. What’s wrong if I drag it a little bit?

Continuously breaking open space is a huge burden for Chang Xiaoyue, who is only in the integration stage before going through the tribulation.

The massive loss of the power of law in the body caused some cracks in the demon elixir in the body.

There was no expression on that beautiful face, only numbness.

Chang Xiaoyue didn't understand why.

Why does everyone want to kill themselves!

First, his master wanted to kill him, and now his husband wanted to kill him.

Could it be that it was a mistake for me to come to this world?

Ever since she became a great monk, Chang Xiaoyue knew that she was just a substitute to avoid the death of her master!

She had already accepted her fate and hid in such a human world, but what she was waiting for was that the husband she thought was coming to kill her!

It was as if he was a joke from the beginning.

The man whom I considered as a father since childhood was still scheming against me in the end!

Hu Yun's figure appeared in front of her eyes, Chang Xiaoyue's blood surged in her body, and blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

After a long period of continuously breaking open the space, coupled with the rapid fire attack on the heart, the great demon cultivator who had awakened his true name was already at the end of his strength.

Suddenly Chang Xiaoyue stopped and stared blankly at a black figure in the distance.

She didn't want to escape, but felt that death was more like a relief for herself.

"Please move the sword faster, I don't want it to hurt too much!" Chang Xiaoyue stopped, stood in the void and looked at the young man in front of her and said lightly.

Leng Qingsong, who was standing with his sword in his arms, looked at Chang Xiaoyue who looked calm in front of him. He held the hilt of the sword with his right hand but couldn't pull it out.

Leng Qingsong's hesitation was also noticed by Chang Xiaoyue. This hesitation made Chang Xiaoyue feel a little happy, but only a little.

The next second, Chang Xiaoyue appeared in front of Leng Qingsong, her jade hand stretched out to Leng Qingsong's face, Leng Qingsong subconsciously wanted to hide but did not move.

"Do you know what I am happiest about? That is that my young husband, who has always been decisive in killing, has not drawn his sword yet." Chang Xiaoyue chuckled and looked at Leng Qingsong lazily.

That enchanting and teasing Chang Xiaoyue is back again.

She also didn't understand what kind of feelings she had for Leng Qingsong.

The man whom he had always regarded as his father once said that as long as he chose one of Ouyang and Leng Qingsong to be his husband, he would be able to survive the calamity of life and death in the future.

He did not choose Ouyang, who was smooth-tongued, but Leng Qingsong, who was cold and cold at a young age.

It was originally just a deal made for one's own survival.

But Chang Xiaoyue, who has read various story-telling novels that Hu Yun brought to her from the human world since she was a child, is more curious and expectant about human love.

Will the husband I choose really be like in the storybook, with him farming and weaving, working at sunrise and resting at sunset?

Over the long years, it must be great for the two of them to be a couple of gods and immortals.

Those mortals in the world have extremely short life spans, but their minds are extremely clever.

Chang Xiaoyue was fascinated by the poignant or happy love stories in the story novels.

Whenever she thinks that she will have a big tree to protect her from wind and rain in the future, Chang Xiaoyue will blush.

How can you not miss someone when you are in love with spring?

This big tree naturally turned into the face of Leng Qingsong, the husband she chose.

Whenever she thinks of this little husband, Chang Xiaoyue will learn how people do in the world and fold out a star.

Is this love? Probably not.

From the initial transaction to the subsequent wishful thinking, it was actually just my own selfishness.

People are most easily moved by themselves, and demons are no exception.

Leng Qingsong continued to beautify it in his heart, thus becoming the most perfect look in his heart.

Only when he was in the human world would he feel angry because of Leng Qingsong's so-called childhood sweetheart.

It was like a cat that wanted to steal something that had been cherished for a long time suddenly jumped out.

Fortunately, this big piece of wood in my house is somewhat dismissive of the cat that steals fish.

This actually made Chang Xiaoyue feel satisfied.

It's time to wake up from the dream, isn't it?

Where does the love come from for those who practice? Everything is just for their own practice.

At this time, Chang Xiaoyue seemed to understand the man she had always regarded as a father, and her master's evaluation of that man:

"It's best not to choose Ouyang. Like his master, he seems to be gentle and considerate, but he is also the most ruthless person!"

Chang Xiaoyue looked at Leng Qingsong who was holding the hilt of the sword, covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes full of clarity: "Although it is all my own wishful thinking, I am still very grateful that you can appear in my dreams these years."

Leng Qingsong held the hilt of his sword tightly. Chang Xiaoyue in front of him became obsessed with death, but it made him even more unable to draw the sword.

"Follow me to see my brother!" Leng Qingsong said in a low voice.

He didn't understand that the Chang Xiaoyue in front of him was the wife his master found for him, so why should he kill her?

My brother also agreed to kill her.

Since my brother agrees, it is right.

Leng Qingsong would never doubt this.

Leng Qingsong has believed since he was a child that he lives to be the sharpest sword in his brother's hand1

Leng Qingsong never doubts Ouyang. Everything Ouyang does is correct in Leng Qingsong's eyes!

Now he doesn't think Ouyang is wrong, he just wants to take Chang Xiaoyue to his brother to see if there is a solution.

But Chang Xiaoyue said angrily: "I don't want to die in front of him!"

Leng Qingsong held Chang Xiaoyue's hand with his backhand, and said with a tone that could not be refused: "Follow me!"

"Giggle, you've grown up!" Chang Xiaoyue smiled brightly, her eyes full of satisfaction. It seemed that this cold big wood still had some affection for herself in his heart!

Chang Xiaoyue broke through the space again and left Leng Qingsong's side.

Countless paper stars suddenly flew all over the sky, spreading between the sky and the earth.

Looking at the stars in the sky, Leng Qingsong's heart was shaken. He raised his hand to catch one. Looking at Chang Xiaoyue in the distance, he also saw those eyes full of farewell and death.

Leng Qingsong made a decision, took out a black cloth strip from the storage space and tied his eyes. Facing Chang Xiaoyue, he said softly: "I kill people when I draw my sword. This is a habit. I only draw one sword." , whether you can survive or not depends entirely on you!"

Before Chang Xiaoyue could answer, the sword light in the sky lit up from Leng Qingsong's body.

A huge green lotus bloomed in front of her eyes in an instant. For just a moment, Chang Xiaoyue seemed to see the ultimate beauty of swordsmanship.

Chang Xiaoyue closed her eyes slightly. Under such sword light, she couldn't hide even if she tried her best, and she was too lazy to hide.

Anyway, everyone in this world wants to die, and I have had enough of escaping, and I don’t want to live anymore.

The sharp sword light in the sky continued to flash around him, sealing off his space in the Western Zhou Dynasty.

When Chang Xiaoyue opened her eyes in surprise, a strand of hair slowly fell from her ear, but she was not injured at all!

Looking at Leng Qingsong, he found that Leng Qingsong had already disappeared.

Chang Xiaoyue's eyes full of death filled her with vitality. Compared with her own life and death, a joyful feeling for unknown emotions came to her heart. She looked in the direction where Leng Qingsong disappeared, rolled her eyes and complained:

"Just because my sword is fast, it doesn't mean I can't kill me!"

Ps:

I have never touched any emotional drama in my life, the writing is really bad!