The ghost is the husband, the wife is the supreme

Chapter 413 Grief
Everyone knows that there is absolutely no possibility of survival if this sickle is cut down!
Du Ran desperately wanted to struggle away, wanted to protect Shen Yu behind him, and wanted to make him not suffer this kind of harm again.

"Depressed! Don't!"

"Shh..."

The gloomy and cool mouth met Du Ran's lips, blocking all her words.

The tip of his tongue twitched, pouring his breath in, as if trying to integrate his soul into her body.

Du Ran was forced to accept this kiss. This kiss full of despair was also...their last kiss.

The gentle and lingering touch, the nostalgia between lips and teeth, and the affection that is still hesitant to speak, are all pouring down at this moment.

Du Ran responded, with a bitter taste in her mouth, she looked at his dark eyes with star-like nostalgia, which almost drowned her completely.

"Puchi-"

The sound of swords entering the body.

The gloomy body trembled.

His expression was pain, reluctance, sadness, as if... he wanted to remember everything about her in his heart.

This kiss stopped slowly.

But Du Ran was already sobbing, she reached out her arms and hugged his back almost helplessly, but what she encountered was a mess.

The wound that was about to break open made Du Ran's hands tremble.

She looked into his eyes, completely dazed.

At this moment, that vast, 9000-year-old memory flooded in like a tide, filling her mind completely.

That year, she was Xingjun, and her name was Liyou.

That year, he was the emperor, and he called You Ming.

In the cloud-shrouded west hall, when she saw him, it was like old friends at first sight.

In the atmosphere surrounded by fairies, he fell in love with her at first sight when he saw her.

One is a fairy and the other is a ghost.

One is in the heavenly court, revered by the immortals, and the other is in the underworld, covering the sky with one hand.

They are obviously two completely different existences, two parallel lines that will never intersect, but in that year, on that day, there was an intersection, and since then, they can never be separated again.

Their encounter came too hastily, but not in a hurry, it was already predestined.

I don't know when, she can always see him, in the clouds, when looking back suddenly, when he is inadvertent, he becomes a shadow following her, like a shadow.

She always said: "Ah, Dijun, what a coincidence."

He always replied, "Yeah."

That kind of tacit understanding is tacit.

After the countless times of 'what a coincidence', finally on that full moon night, she looked at his cold face and said, "Dijun, what do you want to do."

In her eyes, there was scrutiny, anticipation, and a hint of nervousness and uneasiness.

He looked at her, understood her uneasiness, but he didn't want to back down. At that moment, he said to her: "Be with me, all the ghosts will welcome you, and the hell will congratulate you. Are you willing?"

Her expression was slightly startled, she saw the aloof emperor in front of her, and there was a hint of stubbornness in her eyes, as if this was not a question, but an order.

The child was so angry...it was unbearable to refuse.

She finally nodded slightly under his stubborn gaze, and said, "Okay."

There is no reason, no promise, no romantic colorful clouds flying together, there is only that one figure that makes her heart move.

A good one represents everything.

She watched his expression change from astonishment, to bewilderment, to ecstasy, and she couldn't help laughing, her smile was like a flower, like a star blooming in the sky.

The next moment, it was his hug that ushered in.

Tightly, leaving no gaps in the embrace.

In that year, there were their figures in every corner of the heaven. She took him one by one through the places she had stayed, everything she had liked, and the things she had recalled.

She took him and experienced everything.

He always looked at her with gentle eyes, responded to her noise with silence, and listened to everything about her with patience. The years were quiet and their love for each other was heating up little by little.

That year, under the clouds and mist in the heavenly court, she promised him that in this life, life and death will accompany each other.

He promised her that in this life, he will never let you down.

In that year, the two hearts wanted to bond tightly.

She said that she likes flowers, but there are no flowers in heaven. She yearns for the mortal world where a hundred flowers bloom. She said...

If there is an afterlife, you must be a human being, to appreciate the delicate, cold, or various flowers, and spend the rest of your life in the flower field with your beloved.

She said this with a gentle expression, and there was a kind of expectation in her eyes.

He kept her words in his heart and planned everything behind his back.

Then...

A large sea of ​​flowers was quietly built above the heavenly court.

When she saw the dense sea of ​​blood, she looked shocked and moved. She looked at him and said, "This is... the Bana flower?"

He nodded and said, "Manjusawa, if planted on the river of forgetfulness, is the only scenery in the underworld."

The other shore flower, the soul-inducing flower, blooms on the road to the underworld, and the undead lead to hell with the guidance of the flower.

He said, "It will take you back to me."

He said: "Lead the souls of the dead to hell, and I am waiting for you in the abyss of hell."

He said, "However, I perish for you."

At this moment, her heart thumped.

That year, the two sessions of God and Ghost were in turmoil, and the atmosphere in the heaven became more and more tense. His existence caused controversy, and various forces waited for the opportunity to move.

Her mood was getting more and more tense, her mood was getting worse, and she was starting to worry about their future, about their relationship.

He looked at the confusion in her eyes and felt sad.

He said, "But, do you care?"

Do you care about fighting against Heaven for me?

Do you care about the departure from everything you have ever done at this moment?

Do you care about the enemy you are fighting against now?

She couldn't remember her answer clearly, only those stubborn black eyes lingered for a long time.

He said, "However, do you regret it?"

She said, "Will you give me room to regret it?"

The hands wrapped around her waist became tighter.

A chuckle slowly revealed.

He said: "however, how can I tolerate your escape."

Standing among the vast sea of ​​flowers, their embracing figures are like lovers sinking in the sea of ​​blood.

She said: "Up to the poor and down to the underworld, as long as you don't let me down, then I am willing to give up this heaven."

At this moment, she understood that her heart had already made a decision.

In that year, there was a dispute in heaven, and their affairs were finally brought to light.

Surrounded by soldiers, the Queen Mother of the West was furious and vowed to break them up, and the countless heavenly soldiers and generals came one by one.

She stood among the manjusawa, so dazed that it hurt people's heart.

He embraced her and protected her behind him. Facing those vicious soldiers and the angry Queen Mother Xi, he was not afraid.

She looked at the queen mother who loved and cared for her in the past, at those friends who had a good time with her, and at those soldiers who were originally kind, but at this moment, they are all gone.

They are blocking, they are persecuting, they are tearing apart.

For the first time, she understood that she was already standing on the opposite side of the heaven, just because...

(End of this chapter)