This moment of chaos created the opportunity for Wuying to get closest to Jun Wang and Qing Qing.

At this time, Zhu Wudao and other people who were qualified to stop Wuying were almost all beaten hundreds of miles away. If you want to save people, now is the time

but……

"Wait, what is she doing?" Zuo Wuzhou glanced at it, and his color suddenly changed.

Jun Wang, who had been ignored all this time, suddenly moved. Jun Wang, who was supposed to be restrained by the soul-forbidden needle, saw that this was the best time, and then, she moved unexpectedly.

The illusion of "Falling Flowers and Flowing Water" comes to life, and the lingering fire-colored ribbon lingers out of the falling flowers, and goes away with the ruthless flowing water.

The super saint who held her and Qing Qing captive was just a single-spirited inferior. He was hit by a single blow and his blood flowed violently. He was blown away on the spot.

The expressions of Zhu Wudao and others in the distance changed wildly: "Have you forgotten that she is a super saint? This extremely cunning woman is so vicious, but she has such deep intentions."

The super saint's breath blasted into the sky. Jun Wang turned out to be a super saint. No wonder the soul confinement was ineffective.

Zuo Wuzhou was extremely shocked: "Whatever this stupid woman wants to do, I'm almost going to succeed."

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Jun Wang, what do you want to do?

The slender hand grabbed Qingqing, slapped it on Qingqing's body, and countless soul-forbidden needles flew out of his body.

Qingqing was in a daze and didn't understand what happened.

Jun Wang's smile is still as bright as spring. He grabs Qingqing and throws it away: "Qingqing, it was me who put you in danger. Don't blame me. I can only take care of you here. I'll go see you."

father"

Qing Qingqing flew to Zuo Wuzhou involuntarily. When he looked back, he seemed to understand something, but also seemed to understand nothing at all. His face was filled with tears: "Mother"

The cry was so mournful. The movement was so light and he couldn't help himself. How could he get rid of the super saint's throwing power.

Focusing on that peerless face that was always beautiful and dazzling, Zuo Wuzhou was in a trance: "Flowers falling and flowing water"

The falling flowers are intentional, but the flowing water is ruthless.

Zuo Wuzhou's heart was shaken as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer.

Jun Wang smiled faintly, his appearance remained the same, but there was a distinct trace of fatigue between his brows. Amidst his unparalleled splendor, there was still that faint nostalgia, and the affection was still the same, but people get old easily.

That gleaming and complicated look was full of complexity that could not be described in words.

There are many, many, many things, and the entire past between the two seems to be contained in this one glance.

This look is so profound, so complicated, and so... sentimental and ruthless.

Zuo Wuzhou never knew that a look or a wave of light could contain so much content that even he could not finish it after thirty years of reflection.

That year, he met her, and the story begins from that moment

She understands him, he doesn't understand him.

She missed him, but he never missed her.

She liked him, but he never liked her.

She did it for him, but he never did it for her.

This year, he and her reunited, and the story vaguely moved toward its conclusion from this moment.

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Jun Wang's side face revealed the bright brilliance on his pretty face, and his eyes were so vivid. Even the night seemed to become brighter with this smile, and the haze was gone.

Her lips moved slightly: "I will pay you what I owe you. When will you pay back what you owe me?"

Zuo Wuzhou looked at her with blurred vision, "What do I owe you? Tell me and I will pay you back."

Her smile is as bright as a mountain flower.

That year, someone took away her heart and never returned it.

When you return your heart to me, that's when we become clear. From now on, you don't owe me, and I don't owe you. You are you, and I return it to you. We are strangers when we meet.

When you are sentimental, when you are sentimental, your love is gone.

Jun Wang's beauty, Jun Wang's smile, suddenly fixed on this side of the face looking back.

This look is so sad, so decisive, so sad.

Isn't it... indifferent? Is it... indifferent?

At this moment, the mountain flowers are brilliant; at this moment, the night fades away; at this moment, the wind is sunny; at this moment, the splendor is unparalleled

for, perfect

She turned around lightly and blocked the fierce attack from Feixian with her body.

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Yes, Feixian took action.

In an instant, Feixian took action, Martial God took action, and Xie Wusui took action.

Jun Wang is like a beautiful moth struggling to fly towards death, burning the most beautiful and youthful moment, and taking the initiative to face the unknown future.

All the magical powers fell on Jun Wang at this second. The delicate blood, like red petals, sadly filled the sky.

It's as if someone is grabbing the petals and saying, he loves her or he doesn't love her, counting them silently. But no one can count the petals in the sky.

She smiled, like a delicate flower, burning the most beautiful moment and facing withering. She let out a gentle sigh, which was full of pain, sorrow, sadness, joy and joy, and all the flavors of life were released in one sigh.

The most bitter and most beautiful tastes in life are nothing more than love and death.

She looked at the sky, the ground, the stars, and him lustfully.

When you came, I knew that Wuying didn't show up. But you are wrong. You can't do it by relying on Wuying alone, because there are still three powerful former souls who are watching covetously.

You never understood me, you never even tried to understand me.

You say that I am the flower behind the heavy fog, but have you ever tried to penetrate the fog and see me clearly?

You said, I am your confidante, do you know that a beauty grows old easily?

I understand you because I focus on you with all my heart and soul. I give up my selfish thoughts and live for you and think for you.

Knowing and trusting each other is easier said than done. Who can really give up his selfish thoughts and achieve the success of another person?

You don't understand me because you have never imagined for me. You live happily, but you also live selfishly. Soul monks have always been selfish.

People seek immortality and immortality, and I seek true love and consummation in a hundred reincarnations.

She is not a soul monk, but a little girl who is rolling around in the mortal world and remains unchanged.

What she lives is the seven emotions and six desires, and she is a human being. What the soul monk lives is power, and she is a god.

Zuo Wuzhou seemed to see that the little flower on the cliff was trembling in the howling north wind, but it still grew strong and strong in the gap on the edge of the cliff, blooming its momentary beauty.

The blood-colored petals all over the sky are just like the withering of that little flower. It is most beautiful when it blooms and withers when it is most beautiful.

is for perfection

Zuo Wuzhou suddenly understood.

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A petal fell on Zuo Wuzhou's face.

Zuo Wuzhou picked it off with his fingers. It had a magnificent fragrance and a light sweetness. It was just like the taste that Zuo Wuzhou had always liked.

Tears were stained on his face and heart. Listening to the scream of the night wind, Zuo Wuzhou whispered sadly: "I understand."

It’s not perfect, it’s better not to love

Love is like a flower, it dies when it is at its peak and withers when it is most beautiful.

She was born perfect, and she must die perfect. She pursues perfection so much, and she is so perfect that she cannot tolerate even a single flaw.

Even if love is in full bloom, if it’s not perfect, it’s better not to let it go. It’s better to say goodbye.

From birth to death, from passion to ruthlessness, from flowers to bloom. She is always the most beautiful and the only perfection.

The colorful jade carved into a small flower fell off, rolled in the night sky, fell down, and kept rolling down.

Staring at the piece of jade, Zuo Wuzhou's vision was covered with a layer of fog, but he never thought about saving the piece of jade.

You can't save it. You can save jade, but you can't save your heart.

The seven emotions are fragile and the seven colors are ignorant. The jade is cracked, the love is broken, the jade is broken, and the person dies.

Jun Wang, I thought you were the smartest woman, but you are actually the stupidest woman.

If life were just like the first time we met, it would have been ordinary at that time
Chapter completed!