"Did you melt the departing soul into her body?" The emperor asked, "don't you know the consequence?"

There was a strong wind all around Lingquan. It seemed that no matter whether you were alive or dead, you would be killed in such anger.

The boundless force of the vast pressure on the opposite young ink almost lax, his body gradually become transparent, such as clouds such as fog.

He raised his eyes hard, but because he couldn't bear the pressure, he had to kneel on one knee, pause, and finally said, "I First purify the soul that is easy to leave, and then give it to her. "

"Have you purified the soul of easy separation?" The wind was weak, and the young man with silver hair stood in the center of the vortex like a God, with a cold look and the shadow of kneeling on one knee below, "why do you want to do this?"

As a soul body, he goes beyond his power to purify the easily separated soul, which is the road of self death.

The young man in ink drooped his eyes and remained silent for a long time.

The emperor took a step forward in the direction of ten. His voice was so cold that he could almost freeze his soul.

"You should know that your father is still waiting for you to go back." Therefore, between his father and Lu jiuque, he chose the latter?

After a long time, he said, "I can't wait I can't go back Because I'm dead I belong to my father, to my power, to my future, and I am dead... "

No, or in other words, there is no future for people like him.

He held a half disabled body, a waste body, a cumbersome body, and lived for so long.

Although all the people around him are flattering and submissive to him, he knows that without the power behind him and his identity, he will be more miserable than any ant in the world.

Sure enough, in the end, he died in that way, betrayed by his beloved, and died without a burial place

He regretted, he hated, besides the fate, more to himself.

"Is it?" The emperor asked faintly. There were drops of water on his long hair, dripping in the spring.

Under the ripples, the girl's sleeping face is so quiet and beautiful, just like a beautiful dream with enchanting heartstrings.

If it's a dream, please don't wake him up.

He is afraid of the moment when he wakes up, in the cold, under the blade, in the land of despair. He is afraid that when he wakes up, he is faced with his father's endless grief, hesitation and despair.

"Yes, now I belong to her alone, so I want to save her! I think Use my strength to protect her

Save her! Protect her! Even if he is still weak at the moment!

From the moment she collected his body and collected his bones to prevent him from wandering, he could not forget the temperature of her palm.

The heat, the tenderness, and the compassion, as if imprinted in his soul, dispelled the pain that almost choked him and made him believe that everything in him was not dark

At least, he met her.

A stranger who became the last warmth of his life

He wanted to Since God let him continue to "live" in this way, he was selfish. He wanted to help her, help her, and realize all her wishes for her.

Even if it is harmful to nature, killing people and setting fire to them, he is already a dead man, and he is not afraid of it.

He has been sorry for his father, in such a cruel way to say goodbye to him, he does not want to be sorry, this second treat him well!

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