The Boss Behind The Game

Just when the golden giant palm was about to hit the emptiness, it suddenly burst in the air, and the entire sky suddenly began to have a golden aura of rain.

"Beidou, you have crossed the border!" An old voice sounded in the sky.

"Yu Du, Cang Xu violates the rules we have set, why do you want to protect him!"

"If you make a mistake, you will be punished, but since it is in my realm, I will handle it."

"Come!" The sky roared.

"You want to fight?" The old voice sounded again.

"Well, I'll give you all face, but you have to give us an explanation. If there is no satisfactory answer, the battle between the two worlds is inevitable, after all, it is not a small mistake!"

Then the golden giant hand condensed again in the air, reached out and grabbed the eight immortals, and disappeared into the sky.

"Alas ~ Cang Xu, I didn't expect you would come here!"

Hearing this voice, Cang Xu's lips trembled, and he did not expect that Emperor Ba Du would even shoot for him.

He knew how big a mistake he had made, and what he wanted to do might even cause a war between **** and heaven, but even then, the Emperor Ba Du was willing to protect him.

Thinking of his betrayal, Cang Xu was full of self-blame.

Looking at the sky, Cang Xu fell to the ground and started hoeing:

"The Emperor is above him, and Cang Xu is willing to take responsibility for everything he does, and he is willing to let the spirit fly away, and he will not drag the hell."

"唉 ~" A sigh emerged again in the sky.

"After all, but then, go!"

"Thank the Emperor for his success!" Cang Xu stiffened a few heads again, and resolutely stood up and walked towards the palace hall of the government.

...

In the palace of the monarch, Cang Xu was dressed in a brocade, and in his arms, a charming and charming woman was nestled.

"Do you know how to write it?"

In front of him, the historian dipped his pen, shaking his hand and slowly lifting up:

"My lord, is that really the case?"

Cang Xu nodded indifferently. In order not to drag the thousands of souls on the Cang Xu, he knew he had to make a choice.

The sorrowful historian finally wrote on the paper:

Cangxu, Cangxu Dayufujun, Liaoyuan Yuanxufu won the throne. During his reign, he crushed Cangxu's living beings, desolate all day, and was ashamed of the monarch. It was even a wolf ambition. He wanted to stir up Xianyin with his own power The war, these evil deeds, the desolate earth can learn from the soul, after being deliberated by the forces of the desolate, the position of the monarch of the government is abolished, and the saliva of the people ...

After writing, Shi Guan took a deep breath and handed the paper to Cang Xu.

Cang Xu glanced, a faint expression appeared on his face, and then nodded:

"Notify all the Cangxu domains, and warn future generations, Cangxu will be expelled from such great evil, and heaven and earth will celebrate!

After the historian departed, Cang glanced at the beautiful woman in his eyes, and there was a touch of tenderness in the corners of his eyes.

"You have to travel for a long time, but you want to become a tyrant who is cast aside by future generations, do you regret it?" The woman leaned in the emptiness, and her eyes blinked.

"As long as you don't abandon me and be cast aside by thousands of people, this life is worth it."

The woman smiled slightly, her eyes filled with love: "Don't leave me this time."

"Let's go together this time and leave you, I'm not assured."

The woman heard that happiness was revealed in the charming eyes, and she reached up and raised the glass from the case:

"Let's be late to make a glass of wine, and marry you in your body, is it preferable?"

"take!"

Cang Xu also held up the wine glass, and their wrists intersected.

...

After drinking a glass of wine, the two bodies slowly turned into petrified bodies. At the moment before death, they were still hugging each other, but their faces were full of smiles.

Perhaps leaving together is the best relief in these 100,000 years of running.

"Oh ~" The old sigh rang again in the hall.

"Cang Xu, I'll send you into six reincarnations, and everything will be fine after that."

The two souls were then extracted from the petrified body and disappeared into the air.

...

Six reincarnations, but no bridge.

The woman looked at the soup Meng Po delivered, and a flash of recollection flashed in her eyes, and then she reached for it and drank it.

You can close your eyes, but a dim figure reappears in your mind.

"The love is deep-rooted, but this way, in order to pass the past, he has passed, and only drank a bowl!"

A few tears rolled down in Xian Kemei's eyes, and she reached out to Meng Po again: "One more bowl, I want to keep up with him, and I will be together in my next life."

Meng Po could not bear it, but still passed a bowl.

After drinking this bowl of Wangchuan water, Xian Ke suddenly crouched beside the bridge and hugged her head and wept:

"I still can't forget him!"

Looking at the weeping Xian Ke, Meng Po sighed, "Well, I help you forget him"

A group of pure Wangchuan water spirits appeared in the palm of Meng Po, and handed it to the crying Xian Ke gently:

"Drink, forget about it!"

...

After Xian Ke drank the pure water of forgetfulness, she slowly stood up and Mu Na walked forward, but her tears slipped from her eyes somehow.

She felt as if she had lost something important, but she couldn't remember anything.

At this time, a figure appeared next to Meng Po. He looked at the woman step by step with affection, until it gradually disappeared at the end ...

"Did you decide?" Meng Po looked at Cang Xu and asked.

"This time all my sins. If you put me into six reincarnations, what is the difference between forgiveness and forgiveness? This mistake has been made. One person should do one thing and one person should be redeemed for the loss of souls. I don't want to involve the Emperor. The battle between the two realms. "

Looking at the desolate emptiness, Meng Po could not help but sighed and reached out to open the Wangchuan Gate under the Wangchuan River:

"This is going to disappear, there will be no vainness in the world, but my Mengpo remembers you!"

Cang Xu nodded, resolutely walked towards Wangchuan Gate.

The moment Cang Xu's figure was about to be swallowed by Wang Chuanmen, Meng Po's voice sounded again:

"Hundred generations of evil fate, Cangxu, I finally help you to awaken the memories of previous lives, look at your past love, it can be regarded as the last thing the old man can do."

The light in front of me was getting more and more intense. At the last moment, every figure appeared, and Cang Xu saw his reincarnation of the century, and tears could not help falling.

It turned out that she was always around.

In the first life, I was a king. Even when the king came to the world, the mountains and rivers were picturesque. After all, he was defeated by his eyebrows.

In the second generation, I was a general, and even after half a lifetime of glory, Jin Ge iron horse, after all, she was not as green as her hair, smiling like a flower.

In the third generation, I was a knight. Even though I was fighting for the sword and the world, I was no better than her waving her sleeves and being Tsinghua.

In the fourth century, I was a luthier, and even though I was full of prosperity and whirlwind, she was not as good as her unvoiced voice.

In the fifth century, I was a monk. Even if I was pure-hearted and chanted, I would lose her eyebrows, and I would be shocked.

In the sixth century, I was the Minister of State. Even if I kept the famous historical books, I was clean and chic, and I finally lost to her dressing table and decals on the mirror.

In the seventh century, I was a scholar, and despite the prosperity, I became famous ~ www.readwn.com ~ After all, I lost her handwriting gracefully.

In the eighth century, I was a farmer, and even after ten miles of peach blossoms, it was mulberry at night. After all, she lost her hair and tied her hair, and her wedding dress was red.

In the ninth century, I was an artist. Even though Dan Qing was hard to find, she had a lot of money to paint. After all, she was no match for her own home, making tea with cloth and chopsticks.

...

In this life, I am the prince of the house. Even though there are millions of soldiers and many talents, she will not be able to look back at her with a smile.

"Hahahaha!"

The soul gradually melted and torn under the river of forgetfulness, but even the pain of the soul flying away was far less than the pain of the acacia of this century.

The pale white hair danced, and the sky laughed long, but the laughter contained the suffering of Acacia.

After all, it's still in this life, breaking the edge of evil ...

At the last moment when the soul was torn, it was still that part of the desolate face ...