Uchiha Madara pushes the heavens

Chapter 249
Here, Madara can clearly see her thoughts, as well as her sincere and resolute feelings for herself.

It may be bloody, a girl fell in love with a boy the first time she saw him.

However, by chance, there is inevitability. In the precarious Xiao family, Xiao Ling, who is used to seeing those men who are swaying, vacillating, and unscrupulous, suddenly meets a young man who is extremely domineering and rich, and has a strange feeling for him. Emotions don't seem so abrupt.

At that time, she was used by the Xiao family as a tool for marriage, and she made a marriage contract with Ling Tianzong's young Tianjiao Lingwang. Her heart was cold and lonely. in her life.

People once said that what is not available is the best.

For nearly a thousand days and nights after being rejected by Madara, she prayed, missed, and looked forward to it all day long.

Until now, Xiao Cheng died, the Xiao family perished, and Madara was all that was left of this girl.

She may be desperate, all her clan members are dead, and Madara, whom she likes, is also a helpless unrequited love.

In this life, even if she can survive, the result she faces may be to grow old in loneliness and go to the white head alone.

It's better...to place all good wishes in the next life.

In the afterlife, if you believe it, you will have it, if you don't believe it, you will not have it!
Xiao Ling, who likes to dream, believes that people have an afterlife.

In the next life, she wants to be a summer cicada, born in summer, die in summer, not knowing spring and winter, and can't say anything about it.

Although life is short, it has been wonderful. At least, a summer cicada is free and happy.

Madara felt her emotions silently, expressionless.

"In this life, I will never like other men!"

"He only needs someone who can stand by him, but I am not that person."

……

"May you be safe and blessed, an invincible worldly war fairy!

goodbye! "

This girl was completely born with the will to die, and entrusted her beautiful vision in the next life. Does this world just make her despair like that?Is the world just that unworthy?

She just spent the prime of her life as a young girl, just when a fairy flower was in full bloom, but she was about to die.

How can we not make people feel sorry?
Madara's sinking speed began to accelerate, and he realized that Xiao Ling's consciousness had developed a will to die, and the longer it dragged on, the more difficult it would be to recover.

The ocean of her consciousness was very deep, and it took Madara some time to reach the deepest point.

The sound of the waves at the level of consciousness disappeared, and there was nothingness around. In front of Madara, there was only a stone path extending into the distance.

The small road disappeared for a while, and then reappeared for a while. Madara knew that when the small road disappeared completely, Xiao Ling would be completely powerless. The holy medicine could save her lost vitality, but it could not heal her desperate heart.

When the path appeared again, Madara stepped on it without hesitation.

How many people can give their lives for Madara?How many people are worth his life?

Compared to controlling the world and pursuing illusory peace, Madara prefers that his younger brothers are still alive. Similarly, he does not want to see Xiao Ling pass away.

The trail leads to a secluded place, passing through layers of nothingness, to a world of singing birds and fragrant flowers.

Madara stepped on the last stone step and landed on the ground that looked like the real thing.

Here, the sky is full of flowers and rain, and there are smart birds singing. In the air, the fragrance of flowers and soil are mixed and poured into the nose. The smell makes people feel comfortable, and the soul seems to calm down instantly. .

Under the beautiful flower tree, a beautiful blue shadow lingers in it. She is holding a flower basket, and from time to time she stretches out her bare hands to pick up petals one after another, and puts them into the basket.

No matter from which angle you look at that wonderful figure, it is so perfect and soul-stirring.

She seemed to be in a good mood, and she was picking and dancing in the rain of flowers flying all over the sky.

Her dancing posture is so beautiful, like a fairy from the nine heavens who fell to the mortal world, she should not eat fireworks, but she has no choice but to be contaminated with the world of mortals.

Madara stood there quietly, watching her dance with forgetfulness.

After the dance was over, Xiao Ling's flower basket was also full of petals.

She is dressed in green clothes, with fairy muscles and jade body, her eyes are like autumn water, floating like a fairy, like a blue snow lotus, so beautiful that people can't move their eyes away.

The black silk flowed down like a waterfall, reaching her buttocks. She brushed the hair on her forehead, and sweat was soaked on her forehead.

Then, she left and walked into the depths of the flower tree.

"Does she just want to be a mortal and live a peaceful and happy life?

However, how can mortals control their own destiny?

This is a world full of hatred, and only absolute power can resolve all disasters. "

Madara could tell that the Xiao Ling she saw just now did not have any fluctuations in spiritual power, which meant that deep in her heart, she just wanted to be a mortal.

He also thought that maybe the world of monks was too cruel, and maybe she was tired of the sad fate of being at the mercy of the strong after becoming a monk.

After a slight pause, Madara followed in and disappeared into the depths of the flower tree.

Stepping on a winding path, passing through a wonderful forest of flowers, Madara followed Xiao Ling to a hut in the deep forest.

The hut is made entirely of wood, very delicate and very simple.

Xiao Ling poured a basket of petals onto a curtain, squatted aside, picking and choosing, just like an ordinary mortal girl.

A woman who looks like a fairy can do these things willingly and enjoy it, she is indeed a little special.

After picking, she broke off a complete flower from the branch next to the hut.

On the flower, there were rows of tiny petals. Xiao Ling held it in his left hand, came to the stone bench and sat down, then bent down and lay on the stone table, stretched his lazy waist, and held it with both hands. Stretch straight.

She plucked one petal after another and threw it on the stone table, whispering in her mouth.

"He will like me, he won't like me, he will like me..."

Although there are many petals, they can't stand picking one by one like this. Soon, the petals bottom out.

"He won't like me, he will like me...he..."

Xiao Ling stared blankly at the last remaining petal in his hand, and his delicate hand stopped in mid-air.

I probably won't like the last petal.

Just when her eyes dimmed, a warm palm grabbed her little hand that was stuck in mid-air with no place to rest.

Xiao Ling was startled, and raised her head suddenly. At the same time, she tried her best to retract her palm.

As a result, when she saw the face and figure that she thought about day and night, she was stunned.

Madara's appearance has not changed much, but his face has more edges and corners, and his body and shoulders have become wider.

It was almost the same as Xiao Ling's fantasy.

Feel the temperature on Madara's palm, and his slightly gentle eyes.

Xiao Ling couldn't help but blushed, she didn't dare to look directly at Madara, and her eyelashes were trembling slightly.

"Bah! Xiao Ling! Xiao Ling! What are you fantasizing about?"

She always felt a little ashamed of such fantasies.

Moreover, she had a more shameful dream before, and now, as long as she thought of that scene, she couldn't help but want to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

She didn't dare to look into Madara's eyes, because as long as she felt his gaze, her whole body would feel hot, as if she had been stared at by Madara again.

"Oh! These are all dreams, and he will not be interested in me at all!
Besides, I have come to another world. "

She regarded the Madara grabbing her palm as a phantom of her own imagination, and said to herself without any scruples.

"That's not an illusion! It's all real!"

Madara's voice is no longer associated with coldness, it is so peaceful and gentle.

This girl has gone through too much suffering, if no one treats her tenderly, how can she live well?
Xiao Ling's body froze, his whole body trembled, his long and beautiful eyelashes trembled constantly, his watery eyes were full of inconceivable.

The phantom this time seems to be... a bit wrong?

She thought for a while, then stood up, and suddenly hugged Madara.

Madara hesitated for a moment, but didn't move away.

Immediately, his arms were filled with warmth and fragrance, and Xiao Ling hugged him tightly.

Then, Madara heard the girl talking to herself.

"Oh, it really is fake!"

The girl let go of her hands, ready to leave in disappointment.

However, he was pulled back by Madara.

"what!"

Xiao Ling let out a cry.

what happened?What's wrong with this imaginary Madara, and... her own thoughts?

This time, both of her arms were embraced by Madara, and her whole body was tightly attached to Madara, unable to move.

"Go back with me!"

　Dear Poison Immortal Emperors, I believe that you have read countless books and are immune to all kinds of poisons. Please love me again.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)