A Dish Best Served Cold(A Despised Son in Law)

At the last moment of life, Lianggong yingyue thought that she would be very calm in the face of death and end her life without any concern.

However, she found herself wrong.

She can't be calm and indifferent, let alone be indifferent.

Because, she found, at this time in her mind, unexpectedly, are the figure of the juvenile.

How she wished to see him again.

She was content even with the hurry before she died.

However, Lianggong yingyue is very clear, her idea, after all, is just extravagant hope.

Master, at this time, he must have returned to China?

Although I know that I will never see my master again, why am I still so unwilling?

Still so eager, what about miracles?

Tears are still flowing, has blurred in front of the woman's eyes.

She finally looked back at the world behind her.

How she hoped that the miracle could happen at this moment.

How much I hope that there will be a young man like his master who will come down from the sky, like Ultraman, defeat all the monsters, take her away, and escape from this world.

However, she was disappointed after all.

In the distance, in addition to the vast snow color, as well as the vast world, empty, no one appeared.

There's no Altman from the sky.

What's more, she's been thinking about that teenager.

Lianggong yingyue, finally despair.

She's no longer dreaming.

She resolutely turned around and stepped on the altar in front of her.

Under the altar, the lava was rolling and the sky was burning with fire.

And she stood there, crying and laughing.

Under the sun, red clothes and white snow.

The wind and sand all over the sky, can't see her expression clearly.

Mountains and rivers do not speak, only the noise of the wind.

This day, she will fall.

Thousands of Buddhas chanted scriptures, and all the emperors.

She left with a smile on her face.

Just facing the vast sky, he called out "farewell, master."

The world is silent, the vegetation is silent.

Only the girl's whispers filled the air.

Tears fall, the sun, crystal clear, reflecting the cold light of the snow.

In this way, the peerless girl, in full view of the public, in front of the altar outside the melting sea of fire, jump down!

Fire, yaoyang.

Red dress, white snow.

The scene in front of me is just like a pair of unparalleled paintings.

"Kneel to meet, the moon reads the God!"

...

"kneel down to welcome the gods

...

on the top of Mount Fuji, thousands of Buddhas chanted sutras and made pilgrimages.

Thousands of people kneel down together, deafening sound, impact on the world.

Whoosh ~

however, at this moment, who could have thought that there was an air blast in the void.

Then, a blue light, cut through the heaven and earth, cut through the roar.

It's like lightning, it's across kilometers, and it's nine days.

Finally, in the eyes of all the people who were shocked and violent, he crossed the altar and firmly hit the girl who jumped down.

Wrapped by Qingguang and soft, the moon reflected in the cool palace, which was originally carried down, flew out towards the distance.

"Well?"

"What evil animal dares to stir up Japan and awaken the great cause?"

"Well, you should die!"

In a great shock, everyone here was furious. The sound of mingzun's killing intention swept across the river.

In the sound of anger, everyone turned around and looked to the place where the green light came.

There, a young figure appeared quietly.

The cold wind blew the tip of his hair on his forehead.

The robes flutter and hunt under the sky.

Thin body, just like a spear standing upright, across the sky!

Majestic anger, more like a raging fire, burning the sky!

"This... This..."

"is this?"