"You come to me, what are you doing..."

The empty palace, with music and songs coming from afar, formed a sharp contrast, and were completely two extremes.-

In the empty hall, there was only a lonely throne - no ministers, no concubines, no guards, and some were just lonely, sitting upright with white figures.

He has always been lonely, maybe. He has known himself for a long time, but he is unwilling to understand himself. When facing the results, he would rather keep the hope of not being really beautiful than take such a path.

However, is there any difference between the ending, he or he will go to the end?

Maybe he thought there was something until he finally understood it, but he actually didn't. And he had already understood that there was no difference at all.

The impact of the torrent of fate cannot tolerate you resist. What's more, something deeper than fate...

"You should go find him and find me..."

Chu Xiang opened his eyes. The beautiful spring scenery a moment ago did not make any turbulent sounds in his mind. The fairy Biluo who left may have never been taking a nap in the Taixutian Realm.

However, he had to wait alone and carry everything silently.

When she pushed the door open, the person who came was not Qingming. The girl seemed to have given everything to her, a trace of love and concern. On the eve of this storm, she came to him, which was indeed a bit inappropriate and violated the norm.

Xiang..."

This is Qingming's first time calling Chu Xiang's name. Maybe the name is just a trivial code name, and the real name is worth remembering. What is Chu Xiang's real name? Qingming doesn't know, the original deity doesn't know, maybe Chu Xiang himself doesn't know...

Her tone was a little timid, with three points of hesitation and three points of embarrassment. Her expression was faint, like resentment, but more of it was confusing.

It is difficult to describe her now as the flowers that are about to wither in the wind and rain, because at this moment, such a scene accompanied by her appearance, as if it was long before Chu Xiang expected it, but it was beyond her original estimate...

That contradictory concept led to her, whether she should have such a vague conflict, revealing a relatively obscure and more difficult to grasp...

Maybe the delicate will become strong in the next moment, or maybe the candlelight that is clearly burned will become a lead and burn the whole world to ashes.

Chu Xiang showed an listening statement and agreed to her doubts—

Xiang...you said at that time...it was you...not him...it was true, or just a joke."

With courage, Qingming looked directly at Chu Xiang and asked seriously.

Her seriousness is surprising, and her attitude is indeed different from the results of deducing hundreds of results.

Really, it's still a joke.

If you don't believe it, why ask like this...

“Is this important?”

Chu Xiang was calm, suddenly realized, relieved, and then asked back.

That honesty is an admission, or a sign, or an enlightenment.

After all, this had no effect on Qingming, whose face was pale and whose body was shaking like a drunkard.

"important..."

Leaving such a powerless and firm response, Qingming pulled away alone with his long shadow.

Watching the girl, Chu Xiang blinked, and then ignored the faint doubts from his heart...

There are always many unexpected things in this life, right? For the true one, the original thoughts are the key, and the past life is just a cloud of clouds. What are the love affairs of the three lives and the agreements of the previous life are all bullshit. In this life, I am as usual, and my heart is flying freely, which is the foundation.

Chu Xiang asked the answer back, but it actually revealed his thoughts.

Qingming didn't understand after all. She should have understood, at least as a powerful person, she should have understood.

Chu Xiang didn't understand Qing Ming. As a powerful man, he didn't think he should pursue it. So he just watched her leave silently.

Qingming left and went to the hall established by the deity. Her arrival increased the power of one side, but it would not set off a step forward in the already warm atmosphere.

Qingming's departure will not make the already quiet Taixu Temple even quieter. Chu Xiang just sat in the temple, looking down at the people alone...

...

Many people always feel that if they finally reach the peak and are empty, it is just another kind of sorrow.

I only envy the mandarin ducks but not the immortals. How many people are so white? How could I really not envy the immortals?

People are people living in groups, so they always sigh for loneliness. If they have already exceeded the definition of people living in groups, don’t become immortals in vain, and are just the best "person" in the world. Then, will they really be powerless to sigh because of loneliness?

No matter how strong Chu Xiang was, he was a human being after all, and it was difficult to weigh the pros and cons of transcendence and bondage.

Today, Chu Xiang can no longer tolerate cowardice in essence.

He seemed to realize that he should be born to be high and enjoy the taste of loneliness of fireworks...

He watched, the mortal world collapsed and the plane was swallowed by darkness.

He watched, and the deity once again welcomed outsiders. Perhaps it belonged to Di Jun, perhaps his own unique charm, fully exerted the leader's demeanor.

He looked at the man, like the scorching sun, and could not ignore wherever he went. With the other person, the light was only a little weaker than him, and he walked slowly...

He looked at the sword and arrow in Lingxiao Palace pointing at him!

Taixu Tai, what is empty and what is?

When did he become the target of public criticism?

He looked at it, just silently, even sneering, disdain...

...

"Emperor, now we have become the target of public criticism, but I don't understand why even the Tai made a move. If my demon clan rises really goes against the way of heaven, he will be punished by the way of heaven, but now..."

Perhaps the only one who doesn’t understand is the only one who stands on the mountainside and cannot see the scenery.

Ni Si asked the question that had been wandering for a long time in her heart. She had never noticed the strange expressions of several people around her. Indeed, after ascending, her strength was stronger than that of Daluo Tianxian.

Unfortunately, even Moksaro, who was the weakest present, could have shot her to death with just one finger...

At any time in the past, she was not qualified to be on the sidelines of everyone, so when the problem was raised, she stared at the deity and felt worried.

"Haha, it's okay to be on the target of public criticism. Then, come... I'm too obedient to the Tao of Heaven, right? He doesn't take action, he's just conceited and thinks there is no need for it. Heaven should always be high. Even his actions can only mean that he has lost the confidence to win, then..."

My god's expression was a little relieved. In Ni Si's eyes, he could be called a strategic planner, full of infinite charm.

"Even the heavens have fallen, what else can we respect!"

His eyes narrowed, his smile remained unabated, and his murderous intent was elated. He was loud and loud, and his words were loud and energetic, as if a sword drum was pounded and a horn was played.

The next moment, his power dissipated and he became a majestic and humble emperor again.

It seemed as if I got the answer, but I didn't. After the fact, I did answer. Ni Si smiled and nodded, showing that she understood, and looked at the expressionless people. She really understood what did she understand?

A man in purple robe, the only one who didn't get into the seat, stood aside and seemed out of place.

He looked exactly like the original, with a purple face, but he blocked all possible doubts outside.

He looked at everything coldly, his lips raised unconsciously...

If even you understand what you lack and try your best to surpass.

So, how can I, who are always ignored by you, be bound by the quagmire for the rest of my life?

...

"arrive."

It seems that the long road is not long. It does not depend on the length of the road itself, but on how long the road is in the heart of the person who is walking.

Tai looked at the boundary marker, saw through the road to the mystery of immortality, saw the confusing breeze, and saw the man in white sitting behind the Taixu Temple.

The man in white was so lonely, lonely, and that feeling made any consciousness tremble and arouse a strong sense of awe.

Too relieved, he smiled and nodded to him.

He knew that he had never come for nothing. He knew that he was not wronged in this day...

If there is an enemy like this, what else can the husband ask for? If there is a friend like this, what else can the husband ask for? Finally, after him, another existence standing at the top appeared in this world!

: It's almost done, everyone can take a look at it casually. There are about two or three chapters left. I was going to post it together, but suddenly I had some ideas and rewritten them...
Chapter completed!