In the valley in the north, in the land of God's forsakenness, Xiao Qiang sat cross-legged under the sacred tree and slowly opened his eyes. [Reading Network] 7777772e766f6474772e636f6d

His mind began to panic inexplicably, as if something more precious than life was passing invisibly.

The feeling of trying to grasp something but trying in vain filled him with frustration and sadness.

After so many years, his face is still so young, and the scar on his face has not been erased by time, he does not dare to grow old, because he knows that on the other side of the Tianyin Continent, less than a year has passed

"Chuiyue, how long have I been in the meditation" Xiao Qiang's calm eyes looked at the coming Ximen Chuiyue, and asked in a low voice.

Ximen Chuiyue put a plate of fresh fruit in front of Xiao Qiang, sat down gently, and said indifferently: "Seventy years"

"It's been seventy years, no wonder," Xiao Qiang muttered to himself, a sudden look in his eyes.

After seventy years of cultivation, the sixth body array in his body has been filled with innate energy, and only the last body array remains.

"In this way, we have been trapped for more than a hundred years," Xiao Qiang smiled absurdly.

"It's one hundred and sixteen years" Ximen Chuiyue glanced at Xiao Qiang resentfully, picked up a red berry in his jade hand and fed it to Xiao Qiang's mouth.

Xiao Qiang ate the berries absentmindedly, but he was thinking about the time in his heart, at this time, it was time for Dongfang Yu to give birth to me as a father

Fortunately, it's only been four months, and if the law of time in the two places is reversed, Xiao Qiang will really cry to death.

Think about it, for more than a hundred years, her children are more than 100 years old, and Lan Yi is afraid that she has already remarried

The more Xiao Qiang thought about it, the more funny he felt, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook a smile, and the gray sadness in his heart was relieved a lot.

"What do you think" Ximen Chuiyue looked at Xiao Qiang with an unkind face, she could tell from Xiao Qiang's expression that this guy must be thinking about a woman

"Weeping Moon, I promised you that I wouldn't hide anything. Dongfang Yu had my child, and at this time, the child had already been born. Xiao Qiang said softly.

Ximen Chuiyue's jade hand trembled slightly, and a berry she had just picked up fell on the jade plate, she lowered her head in a little panic, as if she was sorting out the fruits on the plate, and said casually: "You don't need to tell me this"

Whether she admits it or not. There was already a bit of anger in her voice, and then tears began to roll in her eyes.

Lift up your teary eyes. Simon Chuiyue tried not to let the tears flow, and said loudly: "I have been with you for one hundred and sixteen years, one hundred and sixteen years"

Xiao Qiang looked up at Tianguang in a panic, and hurriedly got up and said, "It's almost time, I'll go and catch the flamingo totem back, wait for me"

With that, he grabbed a few berries from his plate and flew towards the outside of the valley.

After receiving Xiao Qiang's order, the two bone sea dragons entrenched in the valley let out strange cries excitedly, dragging their hundred-meter-long bodies. Swim out of the valley.

Xiao Qiang is not a saint, nor is he a good person, so he will not hypocritically deny his possessiveness.

In the past, he was a little afraid of Simon Hanging Moon, and he began to think that he was afraid that everyone would become enemies in the future, but he knew that this reason was not valid, because Simon Falling Moon had completely fallen to himself, and he did not hide his feelings for himself.

Xiao Qiang's deeper fear lies in. He was afraid of losing everything.

When his thoughts about Lan Yi are no longer so unforgettable, when he dreams back at midnight, Lan Yi's shadow is getting fader and farther and farther away, which is the source of his pain.

Xiao Qiang will never doubt his love for Lan Yi until he dies, let alone Lan Yi's love for him. However, Xiao Qiang can't tell whether this is his obsession or pure love

Or rather, obsession itself is love

A hundred years is a cycle, can time really dilute everything?

Maybe Lan Yi's fading will leave a black hole in his heart, but Xiao Qiang would rather this black hole exist forever. Let yourself be miserable forever, and you don't want others to make up for it.

The gray air flow swept the entire land, Xiao Qiang's eyes were red, and he stood on the dragon head of the bone sea dragon, driving the two undead to run wildly on the wasteland, rolling up the dust and sand in the sky.

Seventy years of cultivation have made the gray storm unable to shake him in the slightest, go home, go home, Xiao Qiang's eyes became more and more cold, and he put all his thoughts on the upcoming battle.

At dusk the next day, a scarred Xiao Qiang returned to the northern valley and placed a statue of a flamingo flying high in the valley.

The giant rat and the green ox both ran over, looking at the flamingo with a withered expression, and couldn't help laughing: "Old bird, you also have today"

The three totems quickly turned from argument to quarrel, and manic voices filled the valley.

Xiao Qiang's expression was blank, and he deliberately staggered Ximen Chuiyue's concerned eyes, and led the two bone sea dragons to kill outside the valley again.

"Xiao Qiang, your wound is still bleeding" Ximen Chuiyue bit her pale lip, and after chasing out, she only saw Xiao Qiang's figure far away.

This time, Xiao Qiang went for three days and three nights, and at dusk, he dragged a statue of a goshawk back to the valley.

No one laughed anymore, the three totems looked at the somewhat damaged goshawk statue in shock, and then looked at the terrifying scars on Xiao Qiang's body and face, it was already conceivable that there must have been a tragic battle between them

Xiao Qiang's Heavenly Demon Battle Suit was completely torn, the blood on his body rolled outward, revealing the white bones and reflective fascia, one of his arms was also broken, and his entire shoulder was stiff when he walked, but his steps were still steady, and his body was still as tall as a javelin

Ximen Chuiyue burst into tears, and when she saw Xiao Qiang walking outside again, she flew up and grabbed Xiao Qiang, and choked up: "Xiao Qiang, you can't go anymore, you are injured, very seriously injured"

Xiao Qiang wiped the blood on his face, pulled his hair back, and showed a smile: "I'm fine, don't worry." With that, he gently removed Simon Weepingyue's cold little hand and walked outside again.

Ximen Chuiyue collapsed, fell to the ground softly, hugged Xiao Qiang's leg hard, and cried: "I won't force you anymore, I won't force you anymore"

"Luohe is dead, and there are only two of us left," Simon Chuiyue cried loudly.

Xiao Qiang stood there as if he had been struck by a bolt of lightning, his eyes were red, and he gently helped Ximen Chuiyue up for a moment.

When his bloodstained hand swept across the corner of Ximen's weeping moon's eyes, he found that there were already a few more crow's feet there, like a knife carving

Life is more fragile than he imagined, and in his life, there can be several one hundred and sixteen years

Xiao Qiang choked up, hugged Ximen Chuiyue tightly in his arms, kissed the corner of Ximen Chuiyue's eyes, and said softly: "I'm not going, you stay with me"