Domineering: The President is not a human being

Chapter 774 The Finale

"Listen to Chen'er, he sealed himself in the realm." Qiuming reached out and brushed off the peach blossom petals that fell on her shoulders. The petals were transformed by spiritual power, and when touched lightly, they turned into specks of light dust, floating in mid-air and then slowly dissipates.

"Actually." Qiu Ming paused for a moment, as if hesitating, and he continued after the light and dust cleared, "He took the ice lamp with him when he left that day."

"Ice lantern?" Su Xiaoxiao looked back at him in confusion, "Why?" To them, that ice lantern was the moonlight that witnessed love, but to Leng Xianchen, there was only endless sadness and loneliness.

"He didn't say it." Qiu Ming shook his head, a subtle emotion flashed in his deep and calm eyes, "Perhaps he won't forget it after all."

After fighting for so many years, he understands Leng Xianchen's temper to some extent, he is a little like him, once he recognizes something and the person he recognizes, he will stick to it to the end, and it is almost impossible to forget.

To them, it was just empty talk that time could smooth everything out. He took Bing Lan away just to leave a little bit of her breath behind.

At the same time, Qiu Ming also felt fortunate that the person she chose was herself. If she refused to forgive but stayed by Leng Xianchen's side in this life, he would be the one who could only seek the companionship of the ice lamp every day.
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In the realm of the human world, a salty sea breeze is blowing from the endless sea. It is almost dusk, and the red sun quietly hides half of the groans at the place where the sea and sky meet.

The surface of the sea was only stained with a layer of bright red.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, a white shadow stands tall and straight above the sea, which is particularly conspicuous.

The wind was whispering around him, and the wrinkled seawater was gently rippling under his feet. With one hand behind his back and the other holding on to the ice lamp, his back from a distance was indescribably sad.

Compared with the brilliance of the setting sun, the light of the ice lantern in his hand seemed much dimmer, but it just reflected on his jade-like face just right.

He closed his eyes, as if he was asleep.

Except for the turbulent sea water and the gentle breeze, the entire realm seemed to be in a deep sleep.

In his hand, a pink light condensed in the faint blue ice lamp, like flower petals, like stars.

"Are you awake?" Leng Xianchen suddenly opened his eyes, as if he had known about the changes in Bing Deng for a long time, he was not surprised at all, but instead asked with undisguised gentleness in his tone.

"Recently, the time for sleeping in is getting shorter and shorter." His words also reveal intimate pampering.

The light cluster in the ice lamp seemed to understand his words, and the light emitted became softer and softer.

"Don't worry, I will wait for you until the day you really wake up." Leng Xianchen stretched out his hand to caress the ice lamp, his fingertips gently brushed over the light cluster, as if he was touching the most precious treasure in the world.

Bing Deng was speechless, but responded to his feelings with the intensity of the light full of spirituality.

Time flies in a blink of an eye, and nearly 100 years have passed by the time of the human world.

Leng Xianchen stood in this posture on the deserted sea for a full hundred years. If it wasn't for the wind blowing his hair and hem, he would be no different from a statue.

A group of fiery red rays of light floated out of the ice lamp in his hand silently, turning into a pretty and lovely girl.

As the girl stood still in front of him, the boundless sea suddenly turned into a peach blossom forest full of pink petals.

"You finally woke up." The petals floated past the tip of his nose, and Leng Xianchen's mouth curved slightly.
In the fox world, many new trees have been added to the peach blossom forest in the backyard of the fox mansion, but there are only two people who plant flowers during this period.

In a certain pavilion of Hujun's mansion, Qiu Ming and the grown-up Qiu Yunhong were fighting on the chessboard. From the looks of it, the father and son were like brothers.

"Master Shengjun, Mrs. Sheng is losing her temper and said she wants to share a room with you." A fox slave reported in a panic.

Qiu Ming left the mess without saying a word, and disappeared in the blink of an eye
(End of this chapter)