I'm sure to get the luck of my fairy wife

The blue-haired girl snuggled up to Xiao Wuyou, sleeping soundly. Xiao Wuyou held her tightly in his arms as if she were his most precious treasure, shielding her from all the wind and rain.

Looking at this scene, Bei Ming Long Yue finally closed his eyes and retracted his sword. Then, he turned around and walked back into the endless rainy night.

She could be so cruel as to never see Xiao Wuyou again, but she could never be so cruel as to hurt the person Xiao Wuyou cherished.

Perhaps, Xiao Wuyou can help the child fulfill his destiny just as he helped himself.

There is still time.

There might be a price to pay for fulfilling the destiny, but as long as I can find a way to eliminate the price before that, I can save them!

In the following time, Bei Ming Long Yue once again began to explore ways to change his fate. He studied formations, forged a magic sword, and gambled everything he could.

The Long Cang Sword is her final achievement.

He was able to rely on a trace of luck to smash the ladder to heaven, and Xiao Wuyou seemed to be able to utilize more luck. If he had the same level of cultivation as himself, perhaps he could really change his fate!

Xiao Wuyou's beloved one has beautiful blue hair.

Therefore, the color of the Long Cang Sword is also blue, so perhaps he will cherish it more.

However, the changes in the situation far exceeded Bei Ming Long Yue's imagination.

Su Lanyu officially went into war with the Dragon King before she even had the chance to fulfill her destiny, and Xiao Wuyou's life was on the line.

Bei Ming Long Yue had no choice but to show up and personally hand over the Long Cang Sword to him.

Even though Xiao Wuyou had a cold look on his face at that time and there was no trace of her in his eyes at all, Bei Ming Longyue was satisfied.

As long as I am carefree and happy, it doesn’t matter what happens to me.

However, a month later, she only received the news of Xiao Wuyou's death.

Not all sons of destiny can fulfill their destiny with the help of Xiao Wuyou's power.

Bei Ming Long Yue didn't know the reason. For thousands of years, she had searched almost every corner of the world of immortal cultivation, but could not get any new clues.

Before she found a solution, Xiao Wuyou ushered in a new life.

It seems as if there is an invisible black hand controlling everything.

Even though Bei Ming Long Yue used his connections and tried every means to prevent Xiao Wu You from meeting the Son of Destiny, he ultimately failed.

Xiao Wuyou came to Taohua Village and married a fox demon. Although the incident was criticized a lot, everything was so beautiful for them.

But Bei Ming Long Yue didn't even dare to see Xiao Wu You again.

The short-lived beauty is nothing but an illusion, and everything will eventually end in tragedy.

I must do something!

If he intervened personally, it would only implicate Xiao Wuyou and make him bear the price of changing his own destiny.

But if she doesn't take action, who knows whether Tushan Momo can fulfill her destiny? If Tushan Momo fails, she will surely die.

But even if the destiny is fulfilled and Tushan Momo is safe, Xiao Wuyou will still have to bear the cost of Tushan Momo fulfilling her destiny.

This is a complete dead end!

Demons are invading and time is running out. Bei Ming Long Yue comes to Tao Hua Township in a daze to see Xiao Wu You for the last time.

The spring is bright and the petals are falling.

Xiao Wuyou embraced the white-haired fox girl and strolled in the sea of ​​flowers, which was so beautiful that it was breathtaking.

But the happier the two were, the more heartbroken Bei Ming Long Yue felt, to the point of being unable to breathe.

She could even imagine how heartbroken Xiao Wuyou would be if Tushan Momo died.

It was at that time that Bei Ming Long Yue finally made up his mind.

They must both be protected at the same time.

But the best outcome would be the demise of one of them, unless...

"Unless someone else pays the price for you."

Five thousand years ago, Tushan Momo still lied.

That night, after Xiao Wuyou fell asleep, Tushan Momo got up and went to the next room.

The one who talked with her at night was Bei Ming Long Yue.

"Why should we trust you?"

"It's the only way to save him."

"Use this sword as a witness." The sword that Bei Ming Long Yue gave was the Tu Shan Sword.

"If this battle returns safely, you can personally give this sword to him."

Looking at the tenderness between Bei Ming Long Yue's brows, Tu Shan Mo Mo was stunned.

With the intuition of the son of luck and the magical power of the fox to avoid danger and seek good fortune, Tushan Momo decided to take a gamble.

The two joined forces, with Tushan Momo fulfilling the destiny, and Beiming Longyue bearing the cost of fulfilling the destiny.

Of course, Bei Ming Long Yue did not tell him the specific details.

There is no need to add trouble to the kind-hearted fox demon.

Everything should be as it should be.

But just when the plan was about to succeed, the majestic rhythm of Tao flowed across the sky, and the incarnation of the Heavenly Dao stood before the hazy moon.

"Beiming Longyue, you've gone too far."

Chapter 53 Reunion

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At that time, Tiandao was unable to mobilize too much power, but it was enough to make a brief move to stop Bei Ming Long Yue.

The result is failure at the last hurdle.

After the tragic death of the founder of the Vajra Sect, Tushan Momo could no longer suppress the Demon Lord and had to settle for the next best thing and seal him away.

"I'm sorry, we screwed up."

Looking at the ashamed smile on the nine-tailed fox's face before it disappeared, Bei Ming Long Yue was speechless for a long time.

The demons have been slain, and the world is at peace.

However, this complex and colorful world has lost its color in Xiao Wuyou's eyes.

She should have protected her lover.

Bei Ming Long Yue felt guilty and did not dare to face Xiao Wu You's dim eyes. She could only stay by his side silently and accompany him through the last moments of this life.

There is not much time left for Bei Ming Long Yue.

Xiao Wuyou's soul is much stronger than that of ordinary cultivators, but according to Bei Ming Longyue's estimation, he only has one or two chances left.

She finally made up her mind.

In the following time, in order to avoid being entangled with Xiao Wuyou in cause and effect, Bei Ming Long Yue founded the Jue Jian Sect and asked them to protect Xiao Wuyou on his behalf.

However, she never expected that the devil was also secretly taking action and joining forces with the evil sect to repeatedly obstruct her.

Facing the chief of all demons, Ye Qingmeng, the son of destiny in this life, had no choice but to fall into the devil's trap.

Even if Bei Ming Long Yue tried his best, he could only barely delay Ye Qing Meng's consciousness from being devoured by the evil spirit.

Looking at the weak, barely breathing, and dying black-haired girl in front of him, Bei Ming Longyue lowered his head weakly and closed his eyes, unable to bear to watch any longer.

Even though they didn't know each other, Bei Ming Long Yue felt the same way as his disciple.

She was Xiao Wuyou's beloved, and he should have been able to save her.

Unexpectedly, Ye Qingmeng squeezed out a chuckle at this time: "I didn't expect that even Longyue Sword Fairy is interested in him. It seems that my vision is really good."

"...What's the point of saying this now?"

She had no idea what Xiao Wuyou was facing.

Bei Ming Long Yue had no intention of arguing with her, but she changed her tone to a serious one and said in a deep voice: "It has no meaning to me, but it is different for you."

"After I pass away, that guy will definitely be upset...you can just stay with him." A hint of bitterness appeared on Ye Qingmeng's lips.

If it were that easy, I would have done it a long time ago.

Bei Ming Long Yue glanced coldly at the witch in prison and snorted coldly: "You don't understand anything at all."

As soon as the words fell, Ye Qingmeng suddenly raised her head and glared at him fiercely: "That's right, I don't understand!"

"I don't understand. If you care about him, why have you never been by his side for so many years when he was lonely and helpless and needed you the most?"

"That's because..."

"I don't care about the excuses you make for yourself!" A shrill rebuke interrupted Bei Ming Long Yue's words.

The sound of dripping tears echoed sadly in the small cell.

"If I were you, I would never give up until the last moment." Ye Qingmeng looked deeply at the silver-haired fairy with a complicated expression with tears in her eyes.

"Please stay with him, don't leave him alone, please..."

In the dark night, the Demon Saint was already crying inconsolably.

Then, under the golden dawn, Ye Qingmeng completed his final journey.

Although this was not the first time he had witnessed such a painful farewell, Bei Ming Long Yue just could not get used to it.

That trembling figure is also good.

So is the uncontrollable sobbing.

The dejection and despair on that face.

Looking at all this, Bei Ming Long Yue felt so heartbroken that she couldn't breathe, and she just wanted to do everything she could to escape from it all.

She was afraid that if she stayed for one more second, she would not be able to help but reach out to Xiao Wuyou, and the cause and effect would be entangled again.

She had already decided to guard him silently forever, and didn't think that she, who was so incompetent, was qualified to stay with Xiao Wuyou anymore, reflected in those warm eyes.

Until Xiao Wuyou suddenly faced the setting sun and pointed the sword at his neck.

The coldness spread all over my body, as if even my blood was frozen.

"don't want!"

By the time Bei Ming Long Yue came to her senses, she had already rushed forward and grabbed the sharp three-foot magic blade with her bare hands. She held it tightly in her arms as if she was afraid that it would disappear forever.

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In the haze, Xiao Wuyou's consciousness gradually became clear.

But what comes into view is not the real scene, but the past that drifts away like smoke.

A familiar and strong heart palpitation suddenly broke out.

Xiao Wuyou, who was unable to control his body, saw a seemingly ambiguous scene appearing in front of him.

I was clearly watching it, yet it felt as real as if I was experiencing it myself.

This feeling was all too familiar to him.

However, the scene this time was more blurry than any other time before, and there was a constant stabbing pain in the depths of his soul, as if some invisible force was preventing him from recalling.

The prophetic picture... No, this is my own memory!

Why, I have already helped Yan'er and the others complete all their destiny, why do I still have memories that I haven't remembered? !

Somehow, Xiao Wuyou had a premonition.

If you don’t remember it now, you will never remember it again.

Xiao Wuyou forced himself to ignore the pain in his head and immersed himself completely in this lost memory. From the moment he came to this life ten thousand years ago, he re-experienced every one of his lives.

In this strange and cruel time, it was the moonlight that brought light to his life.

The encounter, companionship, and separation with the silver moon.

Time returns to the grayness of nothingness.

Until the flame lights up.

Three-year agreement.