Xi Mutong stood on the shore, looking at the lake that had become magma, and had no hope of survival from the desolation. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoShe was making up her mind to plunge into the boiling lake to catch up with his departing footsteps, but she heard someone behind her call, and the person who called was none other than the Son of Heaven.

When the voice sounded, all four people on the shore thought they were hallucinating, but when they looked at the others, their expressions were equally stunned, and it was obvious that they had heard it, so they were all speechless for a while.

After standing there for a moment, they came back to their senses, and when they turned around, they saw a brilliant transparent ball of light, suspended in the dark night sky. The ball of light and the lake in front of it shine brightly, and the demon king in the golden robe inside is reflected in a charming and unparalleled appearance.

How could Xi Mutong have expected that he would appear outside the Hidden Lake? Suddenly shocked by surprise, the obsession that was firmly held in his heart loosened, and he suddenly felt that the world was spinning, and his knees bent, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Tong'er--"

Seeing this, Caracal and Broken Flute wanted to run towards her at the same time, but as soon as Broken Flute raised his foot, he retracted like an electric shock.

Caracer hurriedly raised his hand to extinguish the ball of light, and the afterglow was still evenly spread on the golden robe, and he rushed towards her like a round of sun.

He didn't want to show her as a demon king, so when he got to her, he shook his body and retreated, and turned a royal robe back into a warm yellow gauze robe embroidered with pear blossoms, so he was back to the elegant Northern Fox monk Yufeng.

"Sir--"

Xi Mutong's limbs were limp and he couldn't stand up, and when he saw him leaning over, he called weakly, and then almost fell into his arms dying.

Reason was telling the Son of Ruthless Heaven that he should dodge, but his arms were not controlled by Zhi at all, thinking that he was going to be cold to her, but in fact, he grabbed her into his arms, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

He hugged him so tightly that she felt like her bones were shattering, but she didn't care, she just wanted to enjoy the feeling of being one with him.

Immersed in this long-awaited happiness, she forgot everything, whether it was the sea of fire in the dark lake, or the three immortals, or even everything in the world, it no longer had anything to do with her. Heaven and earth are one and the same, and in that chaos, only he and her are left.

The fiery tears rolled down like raindrops, and the fiery lips kissed her cold cheeks, and searched down until her lips were captured.

His heart had gone crazy in this minute, desperate to throw his soul into the blazing fire of love, hoping to be one with her forever. This hug, he was reluctant to let go, and the only wish in his heart was to hold her like this until the end of the world.

The flute stood far away, like a stiff wooden carving.

His lips quirmed, and he whispered to himself, "After all these years, because she is the one I love, I always hope that she can be happy." She didn't love me, so I didn't bother her, I didn't interfere in her life, and I went on like this for hundreds of years. But now, when I do something like that to force her to leave the Demon King, can it be regarded as the greatest harm to her in this life? I love her for the rest of my life, how can I be willing to hurt her in the end? Is the meaning of life only in living? If one day, she really wants to leave, but she can look back on the past, and smile because of the life she has spent, then all the hardships she has endured, is it worth it?"

Thinking of this, he suddenly brightened, pulled out the jade flute from his waist without hesitation, looked up to the sky and laughed: "The falling flowers are intentionally passing away, and the flowing water is ruthless and hateful." This Yuxiao, I have played for Xi Mutong for a lifetime, but since she has left, what is the use of me leaving the flute? It is better to cut it off, and from now on the dragon sound and sword will be remnant, and I will never play a song again!"

"Hengliu Immortal, you don't need to fold the flute, Tong'er, I'll go with you......"

"What......" As soon as the demon king's words came out, everyone was stunned again.

Xi Mutong barely got up from the ground, still thinking about his intention to go to the broken flute, but when he heard him say this, he almost fell down again.

"You...... What are you talking about?" she asked, clutching her heart.

With a resolute face, he didn't take his hand off the jade flute, just stared at the surprised eyes of the broken flute, and said word by word: "Xi Mutong belongs to you in this life, not to me!" (To be continued.) )