Chapter 282: The cold venerable also went crazy (43)_1
Translator: 549690339
That night.
Fu Shang had a nightmare.
No, it wasn’t really a nightmare. It was just a memory of everything that had happened.
The gods ‘point of view was condemned as arrogance.
Their faith had collapsed.
He had fallen, and his snow-white clothes were stained with ink.
He abandoned his so-called divinity and became a demon of slaughter.
She was hell.
He woke up from a nightmare.
Before her mind was clear, two words came out of her blood-red lips,” Junheng.”
His slightly cold tone was filled with anger, resentment, and unforgettable.
The young girl’s beautiful and exquisite face had a complicated expression, and her white forehead was covered with dense cold sweat.
Her thin shoulder was held by a hand as long as Jade.
He held her in his arms.
The silver-haired beauty raised her hand and gently patted Fu Shang’s back. She coaxed him with a gentle voice, and her low, magnetic, and cold voice rang in his ears.
“Yingluo, don’t be afraid. It’s just a nightmare…”
Fu Shang returned the hug and buried his face in the beauty’s fair neck, his slender arms wrapped around her back.
Only then did he feel slightly more at ease.
The beauty’s cherry red lips opened and closed as she asked the question that had been hidden in her heart for many years. Wanwan, who is Jun Heng?“
His tone seemed casual.
He could clearly feel the young lady in his arms stiffen and remain silent for a long time.
His amber eyes dimmed a little, and the corners of his lips twitched, it’s fine if it’s inconvenient to say. 1 was just asking.
Fu Shang lifted his head and forced a smile. He held Chen Yan’s hand tightly and shook his head,” there’s nothing I can’t say. It’s just an old friend.
“I’m not familiar with him.”
Every word and sentence was said in a light tone.
The silver-haired beauty stared at her quietly, her amber eyes peaceful and beautiful.
After a long time, she smiled and said softly, “”I believe you.”
I’ll believe whatever you say.
Her fair fingers were being held.
“Look clearly… Who am I?”
The silver-haired beauty’s low and magnetic voice was sexy and hoarse. It rang in her ear and tickled her slightly, making her want to turn her head away.
?
On this continent.
Most of them were immortal cultivators, and their lifelong goal was to ascend and become an immortal.
However, since ancient times, there were only a few.
No one knew how long Chen Yu had lived, but his cultivation base had already reached an unfathomable realm, which was close to the half-immortal realm.
He was only one step away from ascending to become an immortal.
However, Chen Xiao had never taken this step in his life.
That was because his pure Dao heart had long been covered in dust.
The inner demon named love had haunted him for a lifetime.
And he was happy to do so.
Until he died.
The silver-haired beauty was still as beautiful as before. Time did not leave any trace on his face.
He gently looked up at his beloved wife. He raised his white, almost transparent fingertips and touched her face. His cherry red lips moved.
“Yingluo, I don’t think I’ve ever told you … 1 love you.”
Just this sentence alone was enough to make the woman opposite her cry like rain.
Chen Yan gently wiped away the tears on her face and coaxed her, “”Don’t cry, my heart will ache.”
When she said this, her deep and light eyes had already begun to disperse. Her lips opened and closed, and her long, curled eyelashes trembled.
“Yingluo, I think I… I’m about to die.”
The ultimate beauty of death.
Silver hair, flirtatious.
When you look at him, you will feel that even death is a gentle process..
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