The wind of the thunderbolt

Luo Hou, an ancient hero.

A name that has been buried for a long time...

Thousands of years ago, the demon god from Huo Zhai Buddha Prison——Xie Tian Yu Wu brought disaster to the world. On the 21st, he almost wiped out the entire Western Wulin. .The world is on the brink of despair...

Until the world waited for him - Luohu.

The young man who shouldered the destiny of saving mankind, together with the other three brothers, fought a tragic battle against Xie Tian Yu Wu.Use the Blood Cloud Tianzhu to suppress most of his skills.At that time, Tianzhu's strength was insufficient, and Luohou's two brothers successively filled it with their own blood.

Bearing the blood and expectations of 10 people and two brothers, finally... Luo Hou brought Xie Tian Yu Wu into the Infernal Underworld.

Afterwards, he established the capital of heaven and ruled the world, but the descendants of the one hundred thousand victims put the blood debt on him. Betrayal, anger, and helplessness, even the last brother Jun Fengqing died of illness quietly. Luo Luo was alone. Throat became brutal, as he himself said—

'A generation of heroes.This is the evaluation given to me by history, which has never changed. History says that I killed [-] innocent people for the sake of dominance. They say that I have carried out a horrible and evil rule.The tyrant Rahu is terrified forever, and the people need heroes in difficult times. When peace comes, who will remember your past and achievements?The people of Tiandu have long forgotten who saved them.Too many people want to push me out of this position.When the wave of resistance followed wave after wave, and the forged history became a fact, I was a tyrant who sacrificed [-] innocent people in order to achieve hegemony.Tiandu's rebellion was to denounce the tyrant and recover the unjust death of his ancestors.How do I treat them, and how do they treat me?Do they still remember that in order to save them, I sacrificed three brothers!At this point, I finally understand that what peace brings is only corruption and loss.The existence of heroes is destined not to be in the prosperous age, so I returned to Tiandu, launched a bloody suppression, and slaughtered all the rebels.Yes, only when there is terror, the people will obey, and only when there is war, the people need heroes.Tyrant Luo Hou, if this is my evaluation, then I will not be in vain! '

In the end, this proud man was killed by his most trusted subordinate, the drunken Huanglong, with the shadow sword made from the bone of Xie Tian Yu Wu.

The once heavenly capital has vanished into thin air.

History is always tampered with by those who want to. As long as you have absolute power, what kind of history you want can be done in an instant.

Who can still remember that among Luo Hou's three sworn brothers, there is Fanyi who disguises himself as a woman?

Luo Hou, Wujun Luo Hou, do you still remember, before the battle that day, that girl who was worried, told him that she must come back alive, because she came back, she expressed her heart to him.

But—unbeknownst to him, none of the three knew—their 'fourth brother' turned out to be a woman.

That battle between gods and demons consumed too much of her blood, and she almost died. Fortunately, the most solid Suzaku blood in her body allowed her to continue her life.

When she was finally reborn from the ashes, she saw him die in front of her eyes.The shadow sword that ended his life became her eternal death...

All the waiting was just a joke from God, so she sealed herself up.

She built a grave for herself, just to wait for his rebirth.If he cannot be reborn—the grave is where she lies.

Fanyi, who lost Luo Hou, would never play the flute again, so the Mo Xiao, which only belonged to her, was abandoned by her in the rivers and lakes.

Tens of thousands of years of freezing and silence—if there is no one who has the same unworldly foundation as Rahu, she will not be able to wake up.

She is looking forward to the day when the person she misses all her life will gently wake her up with the flute that stores her memories.

After waiting for tens of thousands of years, she woke up again and retrieved the memories she had lost for thousands of years, only to find out in despair——God played a trick on her again.

Martial Lord Luo Hou was once again betrayed by someone he trusted, and he still died with that desolate and chilling Shadow Sword!

Fate is really cruel!

Wu Jun, do you still remember that when the four of you got together, she would only play the song "Song of Yue People" for you?

There are trees in the mountains, and there are branches in the trees. If you are happy with the king, you don't know...

Do you still remember that there is another person waiting for you to come back?

Ten years later

Listening to the fact that there is only one person on the Xueyan alone, with his hands behind his back, his body covered by the wind and snow, even the corners of his brows are icy cold.

The wind blows into the Xiaos hanging on the branches of plum blossoms, and the group of Xiaos makes a whimpering sound, like weeping and complaining.

An eagle with half of its wings broken can no longer fly...

99, only 99!For a long time?It's just a joke.Missing one is like missing a corner of life!

It has been ten years since she left like this on the day they got married.

Suddenly, the wind and snow all over the sky seemed to stop—no, it didn't stop!It's just that the snow petals are no longer scattered on him.

Next to Qing Haichao, a person gently held up an umbrella for him.

"I thought—leaving would be a relief." The woman stood beside him, shoulder to shoulder with him, with a smell that was familiar to him——the smell that belonged to A Xiao! "Leaving is not liberation. On the contrary, it is escaping. The more it looks like a relief, it is actually a deliberate evasion. The more you want to forget, the more you can't forget. If you can really forget, then it goes without saying... I After thinking about it for ten years, I realized that I can't forget him, and I can't forget you, I missed it twice, this time, I don't want to miss it again!"

Qing Haichao evoked the only smile in ten years, so bright that it could melt the winter snow.

The woman held his hand——

"Haijun, let's go home!"

Today, Ting Xueyan and Bai Xiao gathered together, returning to—consummation!

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The author has something to say: Exactly one hundred chapters!Bai Xiao is complete.

but--

I think I still have a preference for Wu Jun,

I don't know why the author likes people who are short-lived in the epiphyllum...

Mingzhu is like this, Wujun is like this, even Nanfeng Bujing is like this...