The Red Emperor fell, the Yellow Emperor hid, and Xuandi, who was fighting with Yuemu, changed his face slightly. He shot Yuemu from the cloud with one palm, and turned into a black rainbow, heading towards the great wasteland. When Heihong was far away, Shi Wuluo turned to Yongzhou, but without chasing, there was a blue light from Qingzhou and flashed by.

The black rainbow and the blue light are interlaced, and the sound is like a dull thunder.

It seemed like a sword collided.

Everyone in Qingzhou only felt the humming of Jiang Chao in their ears, but from ordinary people to mountain and sea experts, no one could see who threw that azure light, and who Xuandi had a trick with. They could only see that the city of gods in the clouds was getting closer and closer to the world.

Falling anytime.

No one knows whether this is good or bad.

tick.

The Moon Mother retracted her wings and landed on the ridge of Qianshan Mountain outside Chaocheng. The blood rolled down from her feathers, which were dyed deep purple. She didn't care, she just turned her head and glanced at Chaocheng from a distance. Chaocheng has a wooden name Danhua, and Danhua has the lower gods sleeping with their eyes closed, vaguely the same as before.

"...The soul is back!"

Wu Luo hoarsely sang the last sentence of the soul-introducing word, and suddenly smashed a handful of ash into the sky.

The fan hub burns in mid-air, illuminating hundreds of miles.

In the light, the phoenix fluttered its wings.

To protect the soul.

……………………

The moment he arrived at Chaocheng, Feng Ling screamed, scattered like a little bit of light.

Shi Wuluo stretched out his hand and gently and precisely held a handful of bright fire in the innumerable spots of light.

He fell from the void.

fall to the city.

It is still the city of mountain spirits and mobs filled with mist, and it is still an ochre path winding like a red carpet. Shi Wuluo's fingertips trembled slightly, he held the fire and walked towards the ancient Danhua tree in the center of Chaocheng.

Ancient wooden bottom, stone platform.

The young man put on the red clothes of the newlyweds, and his skin was as pure as snow. His breathing has quietly stopped, his temperature is fading, but he is so beautiful as if he just fell asleep, with a little happiness and a little nostalgia in the corners of his eyes and brows.

For a moment, he seemed to be still laughing.

asked jokingly:

how? Want me to promise you my whole life?

This is the first time that Shi Wuluo has read his words hidden behind a joke.

...This life is too absurd and scattered, I don't know what I am anymore, so I promise you my whole life. I still can't give you a peaceful and beautiful world, so let's protect you again.

With my life, I will protect you that the sky will not collapse and the earth will not collapse.

"Don't sleep," Shi Wuluo knelt beside him, "I don't want you to promise me with your life."

Trembling and letting go, the divine fire slowly floated out.

"I want to promise you with my life."

Chapter 118 Seasons are reincarnated, flowers bloom and fall

Shenhuo was suspended in Qiu Bodeng's heart.

never melt in.

Shi Wu Luo stretched out his hand to take Bai Yugui, who had previously been placed in Qiu Bodeng's palm.

The hand that held the knife and climbed the 90,000-level and cut off the 3,000-day towers was trembling so much that it was almost impossible to hold a small jade... Everything is still less than three, not to mention the taboo of life and death?

Too scared, too scared.

With his left hand of blood, the wizard Luo Man holds the jade jade, which symbolizes the gods in the clouds of the past, and uses his finger as a knife to depict the next strange symbol. The Cloud City, which was suspended above the human world, was pulled by an invisible force, and a little spark flew from all the beheaded gods and all the smashed gates.

Thousands of sparks, like thousands of boats returning home.

Fall towards the city.

The dying gods couldn't believe their eyes... Shi Wuluo didn't take back the luck that belonged to the world, but let them gather together with the thousands of years of merit that had been stolen, and put them all on Qiu Bodeng.

How can there be such a madman?

How could he be willing?

Karmic karma and death energy are like ink, constantly pouring out from the hem and fingertips of the thin lamp of self-hatred, gathering and turning over, and constantly dissolving in the starlight falling from the sky... There is no such thick karma anymore, but it will never be like this again. The splendid galaxy is like a snow that washes away the past.

Everything melted away in the snow.

The ink receded from the rice paper, leaving only cinnabar and snow.

The new Qi Qi appeared on the boy, and the divine fire began to melt into his chest little by little.

Danhua's wooden shadow covered Shi Wuluo's back and Qiu Bodeng's face, criss-crossed, like a cage, like a predicament, no one can escape. Shi Wuluo was swimming in black clothes, protecting the fire with one hand and propping on the edge of the stone platform with the other. His spine was bent like a bamboo branch, and he wanted to lift all the shadows of the tree.

Shi Wu Luo stared at the boy in red.

Shenhuo has completely melted into Qiu Bodeng's chest. Only the crimson light of Danhuahua remained on the bottom of the ancient wood, illuminating the fingertips of the young man, a little bit of fresh blood. Shi Wuluo wanted to wipe off that drop of blood that he accidentally stained Qiu Bodeng... His lord, his sweetheart, how could his fingertips be stained with blood?

He stretched out his hand, retracted it in a hurry, and wiped the black clothes indiscriminately, to wipe off the blood on his hand before wiping the fingertips of Qiu Bodeng.

Bloodstains can't be wiped off.

At some point, the blood on his body no longer dripped downward.

Shi Wu Luo gave up the futile wiping and leaned down to embrace his lover.

As if he wanted to elope with that trip, he wrapped the boy in his black shirt, hid the whole thing, and hid it in his arms... How could there be such a greedy hug? Greedy to the point of leaving no space. How can there be such a desperate hug? Desperate to the point of hopelessness.

"I love you."

Shi Wuluo said lowly and hoarsely.

...will tell you when you know, and will tell you when you don't.

Seasons are reincarnated, flowers bloom and fall, it's all I love you.

The wind blows.