This evening.

Fu Yue had a nightmare.

No, it's not a nightmare, it's just a recollection of everything that used to be in general.

……

The gods pointed to it and condemned it to be arrogant.

What was once faith collapsed.

Fallen, a snowsuit dyed with ink.

Abandon the so-called Godhead and become a demon of killing.

She is hell.

……

Wake up from a nightmare.

Before his brain was clear, his red lips spit out two words, "...... Jun Heng. ”

A slightly cold tone, a little angry, a little resentful, a little unforgettable.

The girl's bewitching and delicate face had a complicated expression, and her fair forehead was covered with dense cold sweat.

The slender and thin shoulders were held by a hand as slender as jade.

Cuddle into your arms.

The silver-haired bewitching beauty raised her hand and gently patted Fu Yue's back, gently coaxing, and her low magnetic and cold voice sounded in her ears.

"Yueyue, don't be afraid. It's just a nightmare......"

Fu Yue hugged back, buried his face on the beauty's fair neck, and wrapped his slender arms around the other party's back.

This is a little relieved.

The beauty's cherry red lips closed one by one, and she asked the question that had been hidden in her heart for many years, "Yueyue, who is Jun Heng?" ”

The tone seems casual.

He could clearly feel the body of the girl in his arms stiffen, and he didn't answer for a long time.

Amber eyes dimmed a little, and Shen Yun tugged at the corners of his lips, "It's inconvenient to say it, forget it, I'm just asking casually." ”

Fu Yue raised her head, hooked her red lips, and smiled reluctantly, she held Shen Yun's hand tightly and shook her head, "It's not inconvenient to say, it's just an old man." ”

"I don't know him well."

Word by word, the clouds are light and the wind is light.

The silver-haired beauty stared at her quietly, her amber eyes were peaceful and beautiful, and for a long time, Shen Yun smiled and said softly, "I believe you." ”

Whatever you say, I will believe.

……

White-skinned fingers that are clasped.

The girl's cherry red lips and hazy eyes. The black hair soaked in sweat is entangled with the man's bewitching silver hair.

"See clearly...... Who am I. ”

The silver-haired beauty's low-magnetic and clear voice, sexy and hoarse, sounded in her ears, and the slight itch made her can't help but want to turn her head.

……

On this continent.

There are many people who cultivate immortals, and what they want in their lives is nothing more than to ascend to immortals.

It's just that, from ancient times to the present, there are very few.

Shen Yun has lived for I don't know how long, and his cultivation has already reached an immeasurable realm, almost a half-immortal realm.

Just one step away, you can soar to immortality.

But this is this step, Shen Yun has never taken it in his life.

Because, the original spotless and clear Dao heart has long been covered with dust.

The demon named Love has entangled him all his life.

And he is as happy as a glutton.

……

Until death.

The silver-haired bewitching beauty is still the same as it was at the beginning, and time has not left a trace on his face.

He gently raised his eyes to look at his beloved wife, lifted his fingertips, which were so white that they were almost transparent, touched her face, and his cherry red lips moved.

"Yueyue, I don't think I've ever told you...... I love you. ”

This sentence alone was enough to make the woman opposite burst into tears.

Shen Yun gently wiped away the tears on her face, and coaxed softly: "Don't cry, I will be distressed." ”

When he said this, Shen Yun's pale eyes had already begun to fade, his lips closed one by one, and his curled and slender eyelashes trembled.

"Yueyue, I seem to be ...... I'm dying. ”

The ultimate beauty of death.

Silver-haired, demonic.

When you see him, you will feel that even death is a gentle process.