The years are in a hurry, and the seasons are reincarnated.

It's another year in the blink of an eye.

The candle flame has stayed in the town for five years, and he didn't even bother to go to that Xiuzhenfang City, but he realized the clear sound of his feelings, and changed the monk's robe for the man who had accompanied her for five years, and grew long hair.

"Brother Qianhao, if I am still vulgar, will the master be unhappy?

This sentence, Qingyin often says, although she still lives in Qingquan Nunnery, but her heart has been thrown into the red dust.

"Of course not!"

At this time, Qianhao would always pat his chest and say: "Your master said, the Buddha does not prisoner people, as long as you are happy, your master and the Buddha will be happy, of course, Brother Qianhao will be even happier." ”

Holding the girl's jade hand, Qianhao looked satisfied, pointed to a wasteland outside the town on the hill, and said: "This is big enough, we build a manor, a small river is being dug in front of the door, and the backyard is planted with peach forests all over the mountains, the house in the town is too aggrieved, or this side is bright, and then hire three hundred handymen, three hundred maids, by the way, but also look at the good hands of the home nursery, the cook's servant, the horseman who feeds the horses, how can it be a thousand eight hundred people to be lively enough." ”

Letting the other party hold his little hand, Qingyin covered his mouth and said with a smile: "There are so many people, does Brother Qianhao want to be the master?"

"I was born to be a master's life, quack!" Qianhao smiled strangely: "When we become relatives, we will give birth to a lot of dolls, and then the nurse will also find a batch, the dolls will be more troublesome when they grow up, how can the family not have enough manpower!"

Every time he said this, Qingyin's little face would become red, the corners of his mouth would be pursed, the placket of his clothes would be pinched, and there was a trace of yearning in his shyness......

Drunk dreams, and dreams, there will be a time to wake up.

Gradually, the lively and active, ruffian Qianhao became much quieter, the manor he longed for was still a wasteland, and he himself often sat on the hill and looked at the direction of the wasteland in a daze, sometimes looking at it for a day and a night.

Qianhao's strangeness, Qingyin gradually noticed, she had also asked, but the other party shook his head and said nothing.

On this day, the girl in green clothes rested her head on Qianhao's shoulder, and the two of them sat silently on the hill together, looking at the wasteland in the distance, as if it didn't matter if they saw the wasteland and the old age.

"Qingyin, I'll teach you to cultivate. ”

Qianhao, who was silent, finally spoke, his voice was a little hoarse, but there was hope in his eyes.

He is not a mortal, let alone a mortal in the Changning Domain, he is a demon, a powerful demon beast with the bloodline of the desolation, in fact, he is a human and a demon, Qianhao doesn't care, what he cares about is that he will eventually leave this world and return to the Qingkong Domain, what he cares more about is his copy body.

That's the body of the Candle Dragon, he is the Candle Flame Qianhao, he is just a wisp of associated Lingyan......

The humility that has never been there, is the easiest to appear in front of the person he loves the most, Qianhao found the love of his life, but found that he was not qualified to fall in love with someone else.

As if it was a cold joke from the heavens, Qianhao looked at the deep sky and felt confused for the first time.

"Brother Qianhao and I are cultivating, and we are not afraid of any hardship. ”

Maybe it was a spark that burst out in the cold winter, and the firm whisper of Qingyin diluted the confusion in Qianhao's heart a little, and it was only a few points.

"Actually, I'm not a white master, I'm just a servant......"

"Qingyin doesn't care. ”

"I'm not a Terran, if I show up as a demon, you'll be terrified......"

"Qingyin is not afraid. ”

"In my body, there is still a soul, if he appears, I will disappear......"

"Qingyin will wait. ”

Qingyin pinched Qianhao's hand, pinched it with the greatest strength, and said firmly: "Wait for Brother Qianhao to come back!"

There seemed to be a rain curtain surging in front of him, and after telling these suppressed truths in his heart, Qianhao felt a lot happier, but why did the girl in front of him become blurred?

Oh, it turns out that the eyes will still water......

Standing up suddenly, Qianhao regained his heroism again, and said happily: "My master is very good, although sometimes he scolds me, but he treats me as a younger brother, a long, long time ago, I stole a lot of valuable fruits from my master, and the master was so angry that his face turned blue, and he just scolded me, hehe, my master is very powerful, he won't let me disappear, when the time comes, I will ask the master to help me reshape my body, even if I wake up, it doesn't matter!"

Thinking of his master, the confusion in Candle Flame's heart really faded.

Indeed, as he said, the status of the candle dragon in Bai Yi's heart is no different from that of his siblings, even if he is a ruffian, the accompanying Lingyan, is still very important in the eyes of his master.

Xiaoyao Immortal Jun is very affectionate, this point Candle Huo is very sure, as long as his master knows about him and Qingyin, there must be a solution.

Leaving behind the confusion in his heart, Qianhao returned to his original appearance again, and the next day he happily went to the town to hire craftsmen and laborers, and built a huge manor on the wasteland outside the town.

With the construction of the craftsmen, after a month, the outline of this huge estate has appeared, and the good times of looking forward to the new home are gradually appearing a dark cloud.

Qianhao began to become more and more sleepy, sometimes sleeping for three days and three nights, and when he woke up, he was not very energetic.

For Qianhao's illness, Qingyin went to the medical clinic in the town, and almost all the doctors came to see it, but they only said that it was okay, but no one could say what it was.

Qianhao was sick, Qingyin was so anxious that she became thinner and thinner, and even a strange cultivation method that Qianhao had given her before was stopped, and she stayed by each other's side all day long, and every night, the girl would make a wish to the stars in the sky, asking the Buddha to bless her brother Qianhao to recover soon.

Demon beasts will not get sick, at least level seven demon beasts will definitely not be plagued by illness.

Qianhao couldn't figure out why he was so sleepy, but he always had an ominous premonition, he wanted to go to the distant cave to find the master, but his strength became smaller and smaller, and finally it became difficult to walk, and even if he returned to the cave now, I am afraid that he would not even have the power to open the prohibition outside the cave.

As if he was dying, the powerless Qianhao, after waking up once, forcibly walked out of the town, and went to the unfinished manor with the help of Qingyin.

He wanted to see when one of the most important wishes of his life would come true.

He wanted to see if this place called home could belong to his humble companion Lingyan......

"Brother Qianhao, let's worship heaven and earth. ”

The whispers around him were light and resolute, and a trace of vitality burst out of Qianhao's godless eyes again, and he nodded with all his might.

In the ruins of the manor, a pair of young men and women stood arm-in-arm, Qianhao laughed, this moment is probably the happiest memory in the long river of his life.

"One worship...... Heaven and Earth ......"

The weak Qianhao pulled the girl to bow deeply to the heaven and earth, but when he got up, he needed the other party's strong support.

"Here, my master is in retreat in the east, and your master's tomb is also in the east...... Gao Tang ......"

Qianhao's bowed figure swayed slightly, and then was supported by Qingyin, the girl's eyes were already full of tears, but there was no remorse in her expression.

"Don't cry, you brother Qianhao, you can't die......" Candle Huo stretched out his hand with difficulty, wiped away the other party's tears, and said weakly: "Husband and wife...... Bye-on!"

After three bows, Licheng, from then on, the two will be named husband and wife, but Qingyin, who raised up, found that the other party couldn't get up, no matter how she supported her, she couldn't support Qianhao's body.

Just when the girl was anxiously trying to help each other up, a ray of light appeared in Qianhao's eyes that had already become empty, and then it was replaced by a layer of ice-like indifference, and at the same time, a strange and powerful eighth-level demon beast aura burst out on this home that Qianhao was looking forward to! )