"Old Valley Lord...... You...... Don't suffer anymore...... O old valley master! ”

Xuanchen Zhenren was already in tears, kneeling towards the Falling Snow Demon Lord.

"Old ...... Old valley master! ”

The disciples of the twelve peaks of the Falling Sky Valley, many peak masters and high-ranking officials, shed tears on the spot, and bowed down to the Falling Snow Demon Lord.

At this moment, the Falling Snow Demon Lord still insisted, he stretched out his clutch and gently wiped away the woman's tears, however, the clutch still passed through the woman's body, unable to grasp the slightest.

"Woo......"

The Snow Demon Lord wept under his breath.

Ye Qingtang looked at this lover who had been separated by 10,000 years, his eyes drooped slightly, and his heart sank at this moment.

In her past life and present life, she didn't know what the word love was, but what she saw today made her feel that it was so heavy and profound......

At this moment, Youyun finally heard the voice of the Falling Snow Demon Lord.

However, the Falling Snow Demon Lord could no longer speak, he could only humble himself like a beast, and he could only let out a low roar, but in that demon pupil, it seemed that he wanted to say something.

"Old man...... Don't hold on any longer...... Count me in...... Please......"

The indescribably complex voice of the Sky Slayer spoke.

Now, how much pain the Snow Demon Lord is enduring is no longer enough for outsiders.

"She's heard you...... I see you...... I know you......" Ye Qingtang looked at the Falling Snow Demon Lord not far away and spoke in a low voice.

Now, every breath of the Falling Snow God King is the most tragic torture in the world, a lifeless existence, not only the body, but also the pain from the soul.

In his previous life, Ye Qingtang had admired the Falling Snow God King recorded in the annals, and now when he saw it, he knew the deep love between him and Youyun, and now looking at the Falling Snow God King, she was reluctant to give up, and would rather bear the pain of all difficulties, she finally couldn't help but say:

"Snow God King, she's dead...... Stop clinging to ......"

Come to think of it, if Youyun was still alive, he would never bear to watch the Falling Snow God King suffer such torture.

The Falling Snow God King has never turned his back on the clouds.

Ye Qingtang's voice was repeated over and over again in the mind of the Falling Snow Demon Lord.

"Woo......"

The Falling Snow Demon Lord looked at the bright stars above the void, but there were one mournful scream after another from his mouth......

Day was replaced by night, and the Falling Snow Demon Lord looked at the woman in front of him who gradually turned into nothingness, but at this moment, he fell into calm.

His pupils were blurred, and his clutches were still raised high, trying to grasp the long-gone.

"My heart ...... It hurts......"

Before the clouds completely dissipated, this sound did not disperse for a long time.

The Snow Demon Lord's raised arms were raised high, and at this moment, they finally fell weakly.

Ten thousand years ago, the man sat in front of the small sapling, I don't know how many years, waiting for the small sapling to grow into a towering tree, waiting for the ink to grow and turn into snow white.

The man got up slowly, buried all his love deep in the soil, and from then on, he never mentioned it again, and sealed all he had here.

Qinshan is among the sea of clouds.

That year, the flowers bloomed and the forest was full of flowers.

Hundreds of birds are singing, and the sun is just right.

Under the bright sun, the woman looked at him with a determined face, and said that he would be hers.

The man was dressed in white, but he looked at the woman inexplicably, shook his head immediately, and turned to leave.

However, it was this one who turned around, the corners of the man's mouth rose inexplicably, and the long-sealed heart, or even he didn't know it, had been melted by the woman's sunny smile.

"My name is Youyun ......"

"I'm a snowy ......"

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