Cross the prayer space

522 Chapter 7 When Love Has Passion [-]
"Fu Junsheng, you bastard!" Yang Qingning's eyes lit up with anger.

Yang Duo died and hugged her, "Calm down, Qing Ning, you can't beat him."

"Let go of me! Bastard!" She watched An Ran being taken away by Fu Junsheng, and angrily bit Yang Duoming's hand.

"Hiss~" Yang Duoming's hand was bleeding, and he still hugged him tightly, "Calm down, Qing Ning! You will die if you go."

Yang Qingning's eyes were red, "Why! You clearly agreed!" She burst into tears and burst into tears, only feeling distressed and full of hope, but in the end she was still desperate. Didn't she already know that Fu Junsheng is Who is it, why, why.

Yang Qingning, why are you crying?She is just a mortal!Her internal organs were so painful that she moved her position, she almost cried hoarsely, "If, if I hadn't met her, I wouldn't be in such pain, but Yang Duoming, do you know that she is really good, I have seen flowers The way it blooms is everywhere in the God Realm, but it is the first time I feel warmth from her. The flowers she sent me are different. She is different from all mortals. Fu Junsheng has never been worthy of it. she."

Yang Duoming hugged her silently, allowing her to kick and beat her. Finally, Yang Qingning was tired. She leaned on Yang Duoming, and it took a long time before she said, "Daoming, you are his subordinate, obey his orders and deal with him." , you are just like him, ruthless and cruel, let's get along."

As if a thunder had exploded in Yang Duoming's ear, he suddenly raised his head, feeling a roar in his head for a moment.

Fu Junsheng raised his head, holding An Ran in his arms, and looked at the woman in front of him, "He Jing."

He Jing smiled sweetly, she was a little different in black gauze, a little more glamorous and noble, at this moment she shook the soul calling bell in her hand, "Jun Sheng, your wife is coming, you will not forget That newlywed lady that you have forgotten."

Fu Junsheng looked at her coldly, "So what? I am in charge of the ten directions of heaven, and the world respects me as the emperor of heaven. If I want, the world will submit."

"I know, Lord Heavenly Emperor, but you can't keep An Ran. If the Heavenly Emperor has demons, is he still a Heavenly Emperor? Even if you are willing, your subjects will not be willing. They don't want their Heavenly Emperor to be killed for a mere mortal. Trapped for so long." He Jing stepped forward slowly, "What An Ran will face in the end must be the end of the soul flying away."

Fu Junsheng raised his head, "What did you call?" His eyes were cold.

He Jing touched her long hair, "It's nothing, just some people who wanted to find you but couldn't find them."

The sky began to darken, and thunder and lightning appeared faintly, and the dark clouds seemed to be falling down. Many mortals panicked and put down their work, "What's going on!"

"Is it the end of the world!" The shouts sounded one after another.

Yang Qingning looked up in astonishment, her complexion changed drastically, "Damn it, they're here, let's go back and talk about our affairs, I'm going to save An Ran now."

Fu Junsheng raised his head suddenly, his expression condensed, "Jing, I'll go back and settle the score with you."

When thunder and lightning fell, the whole world was silent for a moment, and then there were screams, various cries and voices for help, houses collapsed, there was a rumbling sound, children's cries resounded through the sky, the sky was lit up in daylight, and the ground was full of people. The dead bones and blood are like a purgatory on earth.

A group of people appeared, still calmly amidst the mess, "Please return the Emperor of Heaven." The deafening voice spread in all directions, forming a stark contrast with the messy world.

When Yang Qingning saw the tragic world, she felt blackness in front of her eyes. She couldn't control her body trembling. She knelt down slowly with shaking hands, and lightly touched a child who fell on the ground, and it was gone. Breathing, she closed her eyes, this is the so-called god, so filthy, treating human life like nothing.

Yang Duoming followed her silently, and when he saw the wreckage all over the ground, his expression finally changed, "Qing Ning," he called out in a low voice.

Yang Qingning got up and wiped away her tears expressionlessly, "Let's go." She didn't turn her head, her heart seemed to have leaked a big hole, empty and bitingly cold.

Fu Junsheng looked at the group of people in front of him and smiled, "If you really regard me as the emperor of heaven, you won't be so indiscriminate." His tone was unhurried, but full of sarcasm.

"Please return the Emperor of Heaven." A group of people remained unmoved and continued to repeat this sentence.

"Forget it," he sighed softly, stroking An Ran's sleeping face gently, and finally lowered his head and kissed her forehead lightly, "Of course, goodbye." Frost fell all over the sky, and white snowflakes fell on the ground, as if a scene Farewell brings silent sadness.

In the middle of the air, An Ran turned her head, "This is the purpose of my coming, and it is also the change you want to make. God has lost his heart, and there is no doubt about Shura."

A low voice came from midair, "Yes."

The snowflakes fell to the ground and turned into ice crystals. Yang Qingning knelt on the ground with tears all over her face. An Ran's body turned into countless light spots, circling and flying around, as if reluctantly saying goodbye to Yang Qingning. He Jing didn't even turn her head. It's not worth them caring.

Fu Junsheng's figure gradually changed. He was dressed in fine clothes, wearing a jade crown, with a gentle face and an unparalleled temperament. "Let's go." The light tone fell, like a feather, floating in Yang Qingning's ears.

Yang Duoming helped her up, "It's over, Qing Ning, let's go."

Yang Qingning stopped talking, and let Yang Duoming hold her by the hand and walk towards Fu Junsheng.

Just as everyone was about to leave, they saw that the sky was full of frost and flowers stopped, He Jing frowned, "Why..." She swallowed without finishing her words.

An Ran smiled slightly, "Dao, is it time yet?"

"Go."

The sky began to turn blue, the original broken world began to recover, time seemed to go backwards, all scenes returned to normal, traffic reappeared, the world was as if they had never been here before, and it was still as usual, except for the group of people who were still there, and the stagnant time, everything Nothing changes.

A petal fell and landed on Yang Qingning's hand. Yang Qingning caught it subconsciously. The feeling of déjà vu made her eyes turn red again. He Jing's tone was cold, "Who is playing tricks?"

The long music sounded, as if it came from ancient times, resounding in my ears, "During my calamity, I have seen thousands of prosperity and curtains, and I have seen small mortals create their own weapons with their own power. I never thought that mortal life is worthless, and you are a god, and you should protect mortals, instead of turning a blind eye, being cold-blooded, and doing the same thing as Shura. .”

As soon as the word Xiyao came out, He Jing felt a sudden pressure, plop, she knelt on the ground, not only her, except Yang Qingning and Tiandi Junsheng who were still standing there, the rest of the gods were lying on the ground, Cold sweat trickled down from his forehead, his face was pale, God Emperor Xiyao, an ancient deity who transcended the records of the Heavenly Emperor, was not bound by the rules of the world, the ancient gods had gone through kalpas, and unless they fell voluntarily, they lived the same life as the heaven and the earth, and they would live forever.

When the sound of light footsteps came, Yang Qingning was stunned and speechless, holding the petals tightly in her hands, with a dazed expression.

An Ran, who was wearing a light pink long dress, was looking at her with a smile, holding a peach blossom branch in her hand, her long hair like ink was tied behind her head, and a pink camellia was pinned on her head. She had delicate and small facial features, and her skin was as fair as jade. , the cat-like eyes are full of water, and the golden pupils are gentle and wide, taking advantage of the safety like a god among flowers, noble and elegant, and cannot be profaned.

The petals in Yang Qingning's hands fell to the ground, and she exclaimed, "Anran."

(End of this chapter)