Nirvana's wife is too black

Chapter 123 What You Want, I Will Give You
Moreover, even if the way of heaven is destroyed and this world is destroyed, the spirit girl will not die.

Even though she will never live forever, she can be reincarnated from generation to generation.

She knows all this.

So, she couldn't believe it, and she couldn't believe it!
"Nothing is impossible." Bai Yu shook his head and said softly.

Just like him, who can return from another world to the present, and change Bei Muge's face before he was born, didn't he?
However, his words gave Dongfang Yan a strong stimulus. Is Feng Wu really a spiritual girl?How is this possible?Dongfang Yan shook her head crazily, trembling all over when she looked at Bai Yu, as if she was looking at a demon.

And only she knows that all of her is not afraid of Bai Yu, but afraid of Feng Wu.

The spirit girl of heaven and earth had the lifespan of heaven and earth hundreds of millions of years ago. She was immortal, immortal, and immortal.

Controlling the avenue of heaven and earth and making the heaven and earth run normally, if it weren't for the scheming of the heavenly dao spirit girl hundreds of millions of years ago.

How could it become that it can only be repeated every hundred years?

Even so, she is immortal, because the soul lives forever.

Thinking of this, Dongfang Yan's pupils shrank suddenly, and she fell to the ground in fear.

Is it true that she shouldn't fall in love with Bei Muge?

No, no, she has fallen in love with him with just one glance, how can she easily deny it?
Destroy, destroy Feng Wu, what kind of heavenly spirit girl, what is immortal, if she lives she will kill her thousands of times, even if she is enchanted, she will not hesitate!

"Ah!" A roar resounded through the entire Purple Moon Palace, breaking through the sky.

Three thousand black hairs were scattered in an instant, draped over the shoulders in a mess, a pair of eyes, as if stained with blood, bloodthirsty, and even a small and noble little black dragon was depicted on the forehead.

"Heh, I'd rather be enchanted than destroy Feng Wu." Dongfang Yan sneered, stood up from the ground in embarrassment, and brushed her messy hair.

In an instant, the gentle, skilled and graceful Dongfang Yan disappeared, leaving only the hostile and bloodthirsty Dongfang Yan.

"Yan'er." Outside Ziyue Palace, Yu Zilan crushed the folding fan in his hand, the shards of the fan cut his fingers, and drops of blood bloomed on the ground like red plums.

Looking at the radiant woman above the main hall, she turned and left lonely.

Yan'er, since you like Second Senior Brother, I will bring Second Senior Brother to you.

Since you want to ruin little junior sister, then I will ruin it for you first.

It is me who betrayed the teacher, not you.

It's enough for you to be happy. I'll take what you want for you, and kill what you want.

Your hands must not be stained with blood, even though you are possessed, you are still the Yan'er I love.

The lonely back slowly elongated under the afterglow of the setting sun, and at some point in his hand, he clenched a red sword, which was blood red.

With that evening glow, Zhaoxiang shines brightly.

At night, slightly cool.

Tiny raindrops fell on the eaves of the inn, or hit the cheeks.

"Ding ding dong dong..." A hair of blue silk was draped over her shoulders, a white gauze was worn on her body, her brows were slightly frowned, and her fingertips were like dancing notes on the strings.

The beautiful movement poured out, and the beautiful notes gathered into a beautiful piano sound.

Bei Muge slowly opened the door, and was fascinated by the picture in front of him. The figure he was worried about filled his heartstrings at this moment.

I don't want to speak, I just want to be intoxicated by the sound of the piano.

The melodious sound of the piano hits the heartstrings, and it is difficult to let go of it.

"Mu Song."

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, Feng Wu turned her head from the chair, with a slight smile on the corner of her mouth.

Those frowns and smiles made Bei Muge even more intoxicated, as if drinking a sip of mellow and strong sake, making it hard to extricate himself.

I'm immersed in it, and I don't want to get out.

"Wu'er." The thick and pleasant voice was slightly hoarse and strange.

Feng Wu shook her head amusedly, squinted her eyes slightly, and leaned on the back of the chair.

With her hands attached to the strings, a slight smile appeared on her lips, as if the light of a candle was reflected in her heart.

"Wu'er." The voice was close at hand, but Feng Wu still didn't look back.

(End of this chapter)