The scumbag provoked the blackened male god again

Chapter 800 Charm [67]

His expression was blank for a moment, then he turned around stiffly, listening to the calm voice of the young man in his spiritual consciousness:
"Don't force her anymore, Master. She loves face the most. If she is to die miserably in front of others, I'm afraid she would rather be splashed with blood on the spot..."

Jing Mu listened in a daze, tears rolled down his face, like a small stream flowing to his jaw, hanging but not falling, struggled for a while, and finally flowed to his lips along the jawline, wiped a large area wet, but still couldn't call it back The slightest bit of bright red spring in the past.

The dead leaf on the shoulder was not lucky enough to be sympathized by the jade man, and was swept away by a gust of wind after a moment of nostalgia, and fell to the jade man's feet, just in time to catch a hot drop of water.

"Okay, okay...I won't force her...I won't force her anymore."

When the water drops collided with the leaves, there was only a soft ticking sound, and then turned into a burst of illusory mist, which rose gracefully and blindfolded the jade man's eyes again.

Blood gushed out of his throat suddenly, and he felt a strong nausea. He swayed, raised his hand to cover his chest, bit his lips, and a little water was licked in - he tasted the wet salty Bitter, and thick bloody.

do not have much left.

Without Langer, he would be nothing.

Become an immortal, ascend to ascension, all of them are gone.

He can no longer go through the love disaster, and will spend his whole life in pain and sinking.

Lang'er, Lang'er, how cruel you are, you can't even let me take one last look at you! !

Jing Mu staggered a few steps, stood up against the tree, bowed his back, his whole body was trembling and trembling, his eyes stared blankly at the lines of the tree trunk, as if death was approaching little by little, his fingers slowly clenched, deeply Deep in the bark--

Quiet behind.

His beloved suffered in his wake, and there was nothing he could do but wait for her to die.

She was clearly still alive, and she could frown at him and sneer at him, and he could touch her; but her life was passing, he could feel it, and it couldn't be taken back.

As long as he turns around, he can talk to her a few more words, whether she scolds him or annoys him, he will choke or go crazy, but he can always feel it again; but she loves face and doesn't want to be seen , although he was heartbroken, he was reluctant to go against her wishes...

The one you love is about to die and there is nothing you can do about it, the pain on your skin is nothing more than that!

Shen Lang left with peace of mind when no one was looking back.

She cut her own wrist, the one that Jing Mu pinched.Viscous blood flowed out from the wound and slowly seeped into the soil.

Maybe she also panted in pain for a while, but this is still too mild compared to the pain of breaking her meridians.

When she left, the wind was whimpering, and the sky was getting darker, with a smile on her face, as if she was asleep.

When they noticed it, they turned around in a hurry, Jing Mu stumbled, staggered, cried and laughed, hugged her tightly, buried her in her face and trembled in pain, looking from a distance, it looked like rubbing hands together.

"Junior brother, the girl has already left, why don't you let her go free?!" The headmaster sighed helplessly.

He obviously also saw the clues.

This pair of master and apprentice, no matter how you look at it, doesn't look like a pair of Taoist couples who are in love with each other. It's more like he, the younger brother, was forced|forced by his wishful thinking.

So, wouldn't it be wronged by Lang girl?

Now that the person has gone, it's time to let it go, and give the girl a clean and free life...

Jing Mu put his chin on Shen Lang's head, tears filled his eyes, and murmured blankly: "I never thought that I would come to this point, I never thought that...I love her, how can I be willing to hurt her? Just because we are masters and apprentices , she cut off all the love, what should I do? What should I do?!"

"After all, you shouldn't!" Li Wangyu let out a low growl from his throat, his eyes were scarlet, "Why do you want to tear yourself apart? If you only want to be a good teacher, Lang'er It will not be so decisive!"

The leader was astonished.

This one or two, why both...

Jing Mu didn't speak, Li Wangyu pursed his lips heavily, wanting to push him away and hug Shen Lang, but he didn't want him to let go no matter what.

"You let her go, she's gone, just let her go more freely, okay!"

Jing Mu's fingers trembled violently, his eyes were dull and shattered, he withdrew his hand as if his hands were hot, and put his hands on his chest, his thin lips fluttered, his eye sockets were sore and swollen, his chest was filled with turbulent sorrow, and he couldn't shed a single tear Out.

Finally, he lost his love forever.There are thousands of loneliness, and he is the only one left to bear it.

Why, why, why... why... why why why! ! !

God, God, do you have to take her life and separate the two of them? !

Li Wangyu took Shen Lang away.

The head took away Shen Wushuang.

Jing Mu was dazed for a long time before he staggered up from the ground and began to search for his second apprentice among the dead bodies everywhere.

"Rong'er...Rong'er, I'm sorry for being a teacher! If my teacher had come earlier, maybe I could have saved you..."

He staggered, eyes full of broken grief.

"It's all evil, it's all evil!"

He stumbled to the side of Ning Rong's corpse, and saw that the disciple who had been alive in the past was in such a miserable state. He felt sad from it, and thought of Shen Lang who was carried away by the great apprentice...

With a plop, he fell to his knees!
The exquisite jade crown was crooked, and the cloud-white brocade clothes were also crumpled and broken. He muttered numbly: "What's the use of a half-step true immortal, and so is immortality... In the end, I'm still alone, with no one to accompany me. I had evil thoughts in my heart, and my intentions were not right. God opened my eyes and told me that I deserved to have this fate.

His eyes were extremely dry, and he didn't feel any tears at all, as if he had already drained all the tears that should be shed.

He protected Ning Rong's corpse with spiritual power to prevent it from being eroded by wind and rain, so that it would be convenient for the Changling Gate to search for the corpse; A name popped up every now and then, and he was as embarrassed as a bereaved dog.

What a trick of God!
A long time later, when people in Tianchen Continent mentioned the glorious Jingmu Immortal Venerable back then, the first thing that came to mind was the romantic affair he had with his little apprentice.

People at that time sighed: "He is a gentleman of courtesy, how can he be worthy of Meng Lang's fall into the world of mortals?"

Is it too much?

too much!

Acting in vain and blasphemy, having an illegitimate wife as a slave, and finally being punished for his own crimes, he has been insane for a lifetime, drowning in vain, unable to escape himself.

And the little apprentice who died in the fragrance of jade has been honored as "Tianyi Empress" since the First World War in Nanshan. People at that time wrote books and said about her, built temples and built temples.

Qiu Lan, who sacrificed himself in the great war, was also praised through the ages, and it was only after that that he was able to tell the world that he was the parent and son of the Immortal Venerable Tiansu.

Li Wangyu followed the trajectory of his life and completely replaced Zeng Jingmu's position, becoming No.1 in Tianchen Continent.

On the eve of his ascension, he once again set foot in the Nanshan hut where the four masters and apprentices lived.

Back to the old place, everything is the same, not a trace of dust.

He stared in silence for a long while, then suddenly exhaled tremblingly, smiled, and said softly:
"I've come to say goodbye to you."

The sockets of his eyes gradually turned red, and he looked around in a daze, but he couldn't see the huge and lustrous night pearl.

She likes to read the story book under Ye Mingzhu the most, and she will pick up a few nonsense words from the story book to tease him with a smile.

He turned around slowly, held the door and stepped out, there seemed to be billowing cold air churning in his chest, almost suffocating him.

"Don't worry, don't worry... I'll come to you right away. Are you still waiting for me in the sky?"

He shook his head and smiled, and walked out of the yard with tears in his eyes.

And at the moment he walked out, a disheveled and unrecognizable man suddenly appeared in the quiet and deserted small courtyard, holding a round night pearl in his arms, he stroked it like a baby, and murmured infatuatedly:

"This man is really weird. I came to look for you, so I won't let him..."

Changling Gate.

The head of the sect hurried up to greet him, with tears in his eyes: "How is it, have you seen your master?"

"I see." The youthful Tianchen No.1 smiled, eyes full of disappointment, "It's still the same, mistaking Ye Mingzhu for a junior sister, holding on and refusing to let go."

"Why didn't you bring him back...!" the head of the sect sighed.

Li Wangyu looked away, closed his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Master is the only one who can't let go."

A golden light suddenly lit up in the sky, and a gradual halo suddenly enveloped him...

"If I want to come and go to the sky, I will be able to see her again."

The young man's brows and eyes slowly stretched, and he actually laughed.

"Wangyu!" The master's eyes were both happy and sad, his eyes were swaying, he gritted his teeth, and suddenly caught up and shouted, "If you see that girl in the sky, let her come back and have a look, this is not a den of jackals and tigers. Her home is her home!"

The dazzling golden light finally disappeared.

The head of the sect watched helplessly as his nephew was picked up by a group of radiant immortals and disappeared from his sight.

Those who become immortals become immortals, those who lose their souls lose their souls, those who die, those who become crazy, what is left in the end?

There is nothing left.

There is only a touch of sadness that is blown by the cool breeze.

(End of this chapter)