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The butterfly spread its wings gently on the green branches, vibrated and then flew up. It circled around the bright yellow stamens several times and finally stopped on the petals.

A gentle breeze blows from the mountains in the distance.

Feng Changyun sat on the cliff, overlooking the entire Shangqing realm, wondering what she was thinking.

Pluto stood behind her for a while. Seeing that she had no intention of getting up, he asked, "Aren't you leaving? The matter here has been settled."

Feng Qing survived, but Nangong Xun died.

Pluto's words brought Feng Changyun's thoughts back to two days ago.

Feng Qing originally planned to die, but Nangong Xun tightened his grip and stabbed a long sword into his body.

The spiritual power that exploded from the sword blade shattered his internal organs. He spit out blood, but his face had a relaxed smile that he had never seen in tens of thousands of years.

He said: "Feng Qing, I will return the sword that stabbed you tens of thousands of years ago. From now on, I will never owe you anything."

Feng Qing looked at him blankly, her eyes scarlet.

Nangong Xun vomited blood again. Perhaps he let go of everything, and his facial features returned to their former appearance.

The gloom faded from his eyes, and the ice and snow melted. He was as relaxed as the white snow in spring in March, and the sword on his chest did not make him feel any strange emotions at all.

He lowered his eyes to look at Feng Qing, lowered his head and placed a kiss on her lips. His movements were very gentle, he rolled and separated slightly, and he lay on her shoulder, breathing heavily.

"Feng Qing, Jun Yan, let go of the past and live a good life. We have suffered too much in this life. If there is a next life, we better not meet each other."

After he finished speaking, he groaned and fell to the ground.

Feng Qing raised her arms and hugged him, tears fell again, as if something had been pulled away from her heart, becoming empty.

Nangong Xun has only loved her for one person in his life, but why not her?

Seeing her tears, Nangong Xun smiled quickly, stretched out his bloody hand to wipe her tears, and spread a bright red blood stain on her face: "This, this is the first time you have shed tears for me. Feng Qing, I, I really like you, but in the next life, I don’t want to, I don’t want to meet you again.”

They had suffered too much in this life. They met unexpectedly and fell in love for two years, but spent more than 90,000 years remembering each other and hating each other.

It really hurts.

If possible, Nangong Xun thought, it would be better for them to forget each other and not get to know each other.

Even though the next life might not be as painful as this life, he didn't want to meet Feng Qing again.

He felt that Feng Qing probably didn't want to meet him again.

It's good for them like this. From now on, they will never see each other again.

Before Nangong Xun died, he destroyed his body.

Just like the ending of Feng Qing that Feng Changyun saw in Tiandao, leaving nothing behind and being very decisive.

Their endings have changed.

Originally it was Feng Qing who died, but now it is Nangong Xun who dies.

But like Feng Qing, living is far more painful than dying.

Fortunately, she still has Jun Ruochen and so many senior brothers and sisters who love her.

Comparing the lives of Feng Qing and Nangong Xun, Feng Changyun felt infinite emotion in her heart, only feeling that things in the world are impermanent.

Nangong Xun's death has brought a big blow to Feng Qing. I only hope that she can cheer up quickly and start a new life.

The live broadcast room was also filled with emotion.

【Cherish the people in front of you】

[Nangong Xun said that he doesn’t want to meet Feng Qing again in his next life, which sounds so sad]

[Oh, Feng Qing will only be more sad when she hears it. She is about to die. Why should Nangong Xun poke her heart again?]

[Is that what he really thinks? Fengqing has been to many places and seen a lot of things over the years, but Nangong Xun has always been immersed in hatred. If it were me, even if we love again, I don’t want to meet him again in the next life]

[I hope Miss Fengqing can cheer up soon. Fortunately, she has a brother and so many senior brothers and sisters here. Otherwise, I don’t know how Fengqing can survive]

What the netizen said was correct. Without these people, every second of Feng Qing's life would be torture for her.

Feng Changyun patted her face to cheer herself up, stood up and looked at Hades: "Let's go."

After saying that, he was about to take Pluto back to the Golden Palace when something suddenly occurred to him. He looked up at the sky and asked loudly: "Hey Tiandao, there are actually no missionaries in this world."

There were heavy white clouds in the sky, and a hole was blown open by the wind, and the warm sunshine fell, adding a different color to the misty and rainy Shangqing.

Tiandao pretended to be dead and said nothing, but without him having to say anything, Feng Changyun could also figure out why he could be tortured like this even if there were no missionaries in this world.

Feng Qing was too transparent when she was a child, but later she became too obsessed.

Heavenly law could not control Feng Qing, and he watched her go to a dead end, so he had to think of other ways to use external forces to break this fatal situation.

Feng Changyun rubbed her head and led Pluto into the golden palace again, going straight upstairs.

The mirrors on the third, fourth, and fifth floors stood motionless, and the mirror surface was completely dark. Only when she came up would there be some changes inside.

It was extremely quiet inside the palace.

Feng Changyun glanced at the mirror on the fifth floor, then looked at the stairs leading to the sixth floor, and climbed up the steps.

Pluto followed her: "What do you think the next world will be like?"

Feng Changyun shook her head: "I don't know. I just hope it won't be like this world anymore."

With that said, the two of them were already standing on the sixth floor.

There, there is also a mirror standing there. Compared with the mirror downstairs, this mirror is smaller and more exquisite, only as tall as a person, and floats up and down slightly in mid-air.

Pluto looked at the mirror and curled his lips: "How many worlds have the missionaries harmed?"

Feng Changyun: "I don't know how many there are now, but if we continue to let them go, Three Thousand Worlds will become their playground."

This was really not an easy topic, and Pluto stopped talking.

Feng Changyun nodded slightly, flew up and got into the mirror.

A layer of ripples appeared on the mirror surface, rippling layer by layer like water waves.

The moment she stepped out of the mirror, Feng Changyun felt a sudden sharp stabbing pain in her head. She screamed in pain and her whole body trembled.

The blood on her face faded completely and turned completely white. It felt as if someone had taken a saw and was trying to cut her head open bit by bit.

"Hey Feng Changyun? What's wrong with you?" Pluto, who was one step behind her, came out and didn't even have time to see clearly what kind of world was in front of him. He was startled by Feng Changyun's appearance and hurriedly stepped forward to support her.

Feng Changyun held her head and breathed heavily. She felt like her brain had been split in half, and the pain penetrated into her bones. She didn't even have the strength to stand, and she fell straight to the ground, and was held tightly by Pluto.

"What's wrong with you?" Pluto was at a loss. He touched her forehead and then checked her body. There was nothing abnormal. She was still as strong as a bull.

But looking at Feng Changyun's appearance at this moment, it doesn't look like she's fine?

"Feng Changyun, have you thought clearly?"

Feng Changyun held her head, a thick layer of cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and curled up into a ball, trembling with pain all over.

The world in front of her became dark, and everything disappeared from her eyes.

She seemed to be in the wilderness or the deep sea. Even the perception around her body gradually withered away, and her consciousness became hazy until she could feel nothing and fainted.

"Feng Changyun, have you thought clearly?"

Feng Changyun felt as if her consciousness was being pulled out of her body and floating in darkness.

She seemed to hear something, but she didn't know where it came from or who was speaking.

Looking around, it was still dark with no light.

This is...the place where Heavenly Dao sleeps?

Feng Changyun pursed her lips and was about to speak when a bright light suddenly lit up in front of her eyes.

The light was very weak and hazy, and there was something hidden in the center of the light, which was hard to see clearly.

Then she saw herself, appearing in front of the light.

Feng Changyun's eyes widened slightly. She walked forward, walked up to that 'Feng Changyun', and looked at her carefully.

They look exactly the same, except for a pair of eyes, they can be said to be the same person.

Feng Changyun's eyes were always resolute and bright, but the eyes of 'Feng Changyun' in front of her were like a pool of silent stagnant water.

Feng Changyun reached out and poked her face, but his finger passed through her face.

She was stunned, then stretched out her hand, and there was no doubt that 'Feng Changyun' was like a shadow, unable to be touched at all.

She didn't even see Feng Changyun.

She opened her mouth, her voice full of fatigue: "Is this the only way?"

A rich middle-aged male voice came out of that ball of light: "Yes, so, Feng Changyun, have you thought clearly?"

Feng Changyun was stunned for a moment, vaguely aware of something, and took a few steps back.

'Feng Changyun' remained silent, and after a while asked again: "Is there anything else you are hiding from me?"

Tiandao was silent for a long time and sighed, his tone full of helplessness: "Feng Changyun, neither you nor I are just tools to some people."

"What do you mean?"

"Qingyao, do you really think she is just an ordinary monk in the world of immortality?"

Qingyao?

Feng Changyun didn't remember who this person was for a while, and then heard 'Feng Changyun' comment: "He has a deep scheming mind and a high level of talent."

Tiandao sighed again: "You know, that's not what I'm talking about. She revealed to you that you are a child of fate and are protected by this world."

"She tried many ways but failed to kill you. So from the very beginning, before she even knew you, she already wanted to kill you and take away your luck."

'Feng Changyun' fell silent again. After a while, she asked Him in a bitter voice: "What exactly do you want to say?"

"Taskmaster, have you ever heard of this word?"

‘Feng Changyun’ shook her head.

"They come from other worlds, and their goal is your luck. Except for you, everyone with luck is their target."

‘Feng Changyun’’s eyes were a little dull: “I don’t understand what you are talking about.”

Tiandao told her a lot carefully.

From what a tasker is to their purpose and how to seize luck, he told her bit by bit, and then asked: "Do you still remember the catastrophe ten thousand years ago?"

'Feng Changyun' nodded: "It is said that that catastrophe almost destroyed the entire world."

Tiandao sighed, with a hint of vicissitudes in his tone: "Yes, the whole world is ruined..."