Lovesickness is fate and calamity [Dong Feng]

Since he was a Zen emperor, he became more and more indifferent.

That day, he was red-eyed and donated blood with his hands full.

He blocked the last three but also the heaviest three thunderbolts for her, and slaughtered those who hurt her.

When he carried her back to Ten Mile Taolin, his whole body was covered with blood, some of his own, some of the demon clan's, and hers.

Throughout the journey, she used her immortal essence to warm and nourish her almost fragmented soul.

"Zheyan, save her..."

The voice trembled like never before.

That night, he gave her half of his cultivation to keep her alive.

At the same time, he took his own immortal cultivation base and his own red gold blood to refine the elixir without hesitating his life.

"Zheyan, treat her a little better, feed her, she will feel better, and her cultivation will be smooth in the future."

He took out a painting with a flick of his hand.

"This is something she wants to protect with her life. I have already removed the blood on it."

"Don't tell her, I saved her."

Just like the phrase "Don't tell her, I've been here before" on the day the tail was cut off.

He recognized the painting, which was the "Picture of Battle in the Four Seas and Eight Desolations" drawn by himself.

He gave it to her when she inherited the throne.

Dragging a sickly body, she fell into a deep sleep after returning to Taichen Palace.

The scene she saw in the hinterland of the Yaozu always tormented her like a nightmare.

Even if Donghua was asleep, he was extremely unstable.

He didn't expect that the weak entanglement between the two would require her to protect her with her life. Could this fate be so intolerant of this fate?

He has lived for too long, even if he becomes a feather, he feels nothing. He was born in the world and returned to the world.

But she was still so young and still had a long way to go, he couldn't bear to see her get hurt.

But every time she gets hurt, it seems that it is because of herself. It turns out that she is the one who harms others and herself, and she must not have anything to do with herself.

When he woke up again, it was already 3 years later.

Summon Siming to inquire.

It turns out that Feng Jiu fell asleep for a thousand years after the great battle, and when she woke up, she assumed the throne of Fox Emperor in the body of a god, and became the emperor of Qingqiu, but she never went to the Heavenly Palace.

Probably, Jiu'er also let go of her obsessions!

Now she has reached a height comparable to her, but there is no more opportunity than her...

Looking at the peach blossoms in the garden, recalling those past events, my heart is faintly lost.

It has been another 3 years since he woke up, and he has never seen her again.

He is the most noble god in the world, worshiped by the immortals, and everyone praised him for his great achievements, and praised him for living in the illusion of Sanqing, being pure and honest, but caring about the world, which is the luck of all living beings.

He's always been a good camouflage.

It's just that the traces left by that relationship can't be erased no matter what.

Because of love to the depths, only the memory of the old man remained after the separation, and the wound was torn open over and over again in the process of reliving the memory, making it impossible to heal.

The warm companionship owed cannot be repaid after separation.

Hate people and things are impermanent, in the end you can only feel sad secretly.

He sometimes thinks: If there is no love, then there will be no disappointment and betrayal.

Such naive assumptions and inquiries, repeated over and over again, are repeatedly reminding myself of the fact that there is no fate in heaven.

If you don't love, you won't be in such pain now, but if you are afraid of pain and refuse to love, it is even more painful in the depths of pain.