Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 2402 [The middle of the finale] The Lord of the Palace of Longevity on the other side of the galaxy. 6
Fo Ling lightly waved his hand, stepped into the deep and quiet hall, turned his head to light the lamp that had not been lit for an unknown period of time, looked at the vast sea of ​​ancient books in front of him, and scanned them calmly.

A silver-white light flashed, and suddenly a handsome man appeared in Fo Ling's arms.

Wuwang was dressed in white, with obvious ring scars on his head, which rarely faded away from the indifference and desolation that once belonged to the Buddha, and just like that quietly closed the eyes that had been so tender to her.

He never wanted to wake up again, so fragile, but on his cold and pale face, there was a trace of peace and satisfaction.

Fo Ling stroked it inch by inch with his fingers, and the man who gave almost everything for her had a flash of pity in his dark golden eyes.

Going down is like a deep pool where Yiwang can't see the bottom, and he doesn't know what he is thinking about again.

It just seemed that the sadness was so quiet that it was about to explode. That kind of appearance made people look like the calm before the storm.

For a long time, the woman's tightly frowned eyebrows trembled slightly.

Fo Ling's lips parted slightly, and he said with a half-smile, "Wu Wang, if you are tired, go to sleep, wake up, everything will be fine!"

But after saying these two sentences, the woman who had always had a calm expression suddenly withdrew her smile, and that kind of evil, arrogant madness suddenly raised her voice!
"Because, I don't allow you to die for me like this!"

"So, no matter what the price is, I want you back!"

"Did you hear that?"

They called out one after another, with hoarse pain, like a cuckoo weeping blood.

But no matter how sad the once invincible woman was, the person in her arms was not moved at all, and just fell into a deep sleep without knowing it, just like this predetermined fate——

At that moment, the loneliness that grew from the bottom of her heart was like the ever-growing vine, entangled and twisted her last stubbornness, dragging all the warmth and luck into the abyss.

In this huge Hall of Eternal Life, there was faint wind blowing through the unclosed carved windows, which even dried up Jing Zhe's sweat in an instant due to the severe pain.

Those dark golden eyes looked at the gray sky slightly, and suddenly remembered the lonely years of the past ten thousand years, and a figure gradually appeared in his mind.

Finally, Fo Ling couldn't bear the pain of physical and mental exhaustion, and slowly closed his eyes.

The wind blows on the window, making a beeping sound, and finally with the girl's lament, leading to the long years of barrenness...

Light snowflakes drifted into the eaves of the corridor, and the thin figure of the young monk was like a graceful statue, standing motionless and standing, the most steadfast guardian.

Wu Wang shifted his gaze to the woman on the couch, then half-knelt down, stretched out his hand to hold Buddha Ling's left hand, the palms of the two people intertwined, and a white light suddenly appeared.

In that cold light, in Wuwang's snow-white palm, there appeared a pentagonal and intricate silver imprint, which was a deed seal.

On the palm of Foling, the same deed seal appeared, but the color was not nearly the same. The imprint on the palm of Foling tended to be silver.

The golden light and the silver light converged and hit Wuwang's eyebrows, solemn and stern, looking at the injured and slumped Buddha Ling, he sighed in distress: "Ah Ling..."

Fo Ling, who fell into a coma, heard that gentle sigh, and he called her name, as gentle and sad as when they separated many years ago.

Fo Ling only felt a throbbing pain in her chest, so painful that she couldn't straighten her waist, and ran wildly in the darkness, following the sound.

(End of this chapter)