He and It

When he said this, the night wind blew away his dark temple hair, which not only made his face as white as snow, but also his thin body seemed to be made of snow. cold.

The immortal could not speak, so he could only nod randomly.

Liu Fuguang immediately turned around. He took four young monks, rocked the small golden boat, and headed towards the Dragon Palace.

Zhou Yi could no longer move forward. He stood where he was, watching the boat go further and further away until it turned into a faint, brilliant dot in his sight.

"Who dares to trespass into the realm of the Supreme?!" Before he could even get close to him, the demon cultivators patrolling the outermost perimeter swarmed in and surrounded him fiercely. The demonic aura soared into the sky, making it difficult to breathe.

When the true immortal's golden boat falls in the eyes of these demonic cultivators, it is nothing more than a ball of dazzling fire. Thinking that there was a righteous attack, the demon cultivators who rushed forward couldn't help but be surprised. They only saw a young man, dressed in white clothes like snow and mist. He was extremely beautiful but also extremely weak, like the shining moon at night, with empty hands. Sitting quietly on the bow.

He didn't smile, but he didn't show the slightest bit of fear either. He was as calm as if he was rowing a boat with reed flowers blooming in the river, rather than walking through the overwhelming demon cultivators and ghost beasts.

For some reason, when they first saw him, those demon cultivators felt unreasonable fear and greed in their hearts, as if their eyes were burned by hot fire, but they couldn't help but want to reach out and grab him.

However, as soon as they faced the young detective's arm in front of them, the ghost beasts that surged across the sky began to scream and roar with ear-piercing shock.

——The rain of blood and broken limbs is like the patter of broken hail, falling one after another on the side of the golden boat. The ghost beasts tore apart the demonic cultivators that were in the way without hesitation, just like the undercurrent surrounding a bright pearl, which was constantly accumulating beside the golden boat.

There were no more insects looking for death. They followed Liu Fuguang under the golden boat, either whining lowly or hovering lingeringly, chasing Liu Fuguang like they were pursuing the most beautiful dream.

The tentacles and flesh of any ghost beast that came even slightly close to him were rapidly melting and disintegrating, turning into black flakes flying high in the air. However, all ghosts and beasts are willing to eat it, like hungry wild bears licking honey, greedily licking the happy and sweet death.

Billions of densely packed eyes, billions of evil creatures greedily looking at Liu Fuguang. This is not a sight that humans can bear, nor is it a level of attention that humans can bear. If someone wants to be replaced by Liu Fuguang at this time, Then he would definitely be burned to death from the inside out into a pile of charred embers by such a gaze that was so intense that he was delirious.

Liu Fuguang turned a blind eye to all this. He was about to meet Yan Huan, his former Taoist companion, the attempted murderer, and his destined half-body... Liu Fuguang's mood at the moment was surprisingly calm.

The golden boat crossed the Tianmen and slowly anchored in front of the steps of the Dragon Palace. The moment Liu Fuguang stepped off the boat, the hull fell apart amidst the shocking echoes and disintegrated into thousands of deformed pieces.

Even a true fairy's spiritual treasure cannot maintain its true appearance under the distorted gaze of ghost beasts. However, it can barely maintain a stable state purely by relying on Liu Fuguang. When Liu Fuguang also leaves it, its end will be Next one.

"Let's go," Liu Fuguang whispered, "find your master, I'm here."

The four people clutched his broken hair as if they were holding a life-saving straw. Under the extreme pressure and fear, they could not even utter a word. Before the ghosts and beasts noticed them, they hurriedly rushed in the opposite direction and drove the clouds wildly. run.

Looking at the majestic and magnificent Dragon Palace, Liu Fuguang stepped on the stairs to the sky and walked up.

In the past days, he suddenly thought, what was in Yan Huan's mind when he walked up these steps and walked towards his and me's bedroom? What was I doing in the Dragon Palace at that time?

He walked very slowly, but no matter how slow, the road to the Dragon Palace was always fixed. Countless ghost beasts crowded in all directions, staring at him, with unbelievable joy and fear, watching Liu Fuguang walk into the door. The majestic gate, the lair where the ghost dragon lives.

In the main hall, Yan Huan was standing blankly on his throne, holding an unfolded scroll in his hand.

He seemed to have fallen into an unreal dream, so much so that he was completely crazy. When he looked at Liu Fuguang's expression, he felt as if he had been hit hard. He completely lost his balance and could only rely on external force to support his body.

Six thousand years of regret and dreams, and the intense pain that would have caused him to die thousands of times, he had never thought of this scene: the door of the Dragon Palace opened, and the Taoist companion he had been looking for for so long, came through the door. Outside walked in slowly, pale and thin, like a ghost.

——Yes, no, what is the dream?

"Yan Huan," Liu Fuguang stopped, and across the empty palace, he said calmly, "You were looking for me, and I'm here. What else do you want now?"

He looked at the staggering Dragon God, who seemed to no longer know how to walk. In a daze, Liu Fuguang suddenly remembered a small incident from the past.

Several years after they got married, he still played the role of a considerate wife, while Yan Huan always played the role of an uncertain husband. He had so much hatred and anger that had nowhere to vent. He hated the immortals and the world, because the real immortals raised him, and he also deeply hated the filial piety they tried to use to restrain him. In his eyes, family affection is just a deformed bond used to conquer blood relatives. Therefore, he even planned to rob Liu Fuguang of the love he shared with his family. He tried seriously for a long, very long time to prevent Liu Fuguang from meeting his relatives. Letters, phone calls, until all contact was cut off.

"You should just look at me. Associating with irrelevant people will not do you any good." He squeezed Liu Fuguang's shoulders, smiling innocently and manically, immersed in morbid paranoia, "Of course you should just look at me. "

That was the first time that Liu Fuguang was on the verge of collapse in their marriage.

He hated speaking loudly and stealing the attention of people around him in this way, but facing Yan Huan like this, he was so angry that his eyes were filled with anger, and he fought with him for a long time at the top of his lungs. It wasn't until Yan Huan clearly realized that he couldn't monopolize all Liu Fuguang's emotions that he reluctantly and reluctantly relaxed communication with Dongmao Kingdom and allowed messengers to visit.

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