"No, no one of you can take him away!" Her eyes shining with tears, touched the fifth Lingling behind the ghost clerk, and struggled to get up from the ground. "Lingling, is it good to save Akun? Please save him. I believe that your fifth woman must have a way. I swear that I will never be involved in the worldly affairs again, and will help you kill the drought. I only ask you to save Akun."

Seeing Zhu Yan so humble, Fu Chakun felt extremely uncomfortable. In his eyes, although her identity was not noble, she was neither humble nor arrogant to everyone. She had never seen her be so humble for anyone.

Now, she cried like a child for herself and was humble to the dust. Fu Chakun felt that there was something in this world that was more difficult for him to accept than death.

Especially when he heard her say that she would no longer be involved in the worldly affairs, a panic arose from the bottom of his heart. Perhaps there would be a woman named Zhu Yan in his life, perhaps not in the next life, or perhaps he would forget her, and Fu Chakun could not accept such a fact.

Wu Lingling sighed, "Zhuque, you know, birth, old age, sickness and death are the most normal exchanges and replacements in the world. You have lived for billions of years. I thought you should have seen this clearly, and it is even easier to accept."

Zhuque covered his chest and felt heartbroken, "I know, but if that person was Akun, I would not be able to face it calmly. Lingling, please save him, okay?"

"There is a solution, but Zhuque, you look at my eyes. Are you sure you do that? Even if all the retribution is borne by you alone, do you have to do it? Even if you harm your descendants, will you spare no effort?" She is the best example. The fifth ancestors tried to use the forbidden art to restore the Yang spell to save their beloved. Although they succeeded, their descendants had short lives from generation to generation and could only live to the age of twenty-eight.

At this moment, Zhuque had only the beloved man left in her heart. Because she was not sure that she would find Fu Chakun's next life. She was afraid that there would be no next life in this life, so she blurted out without hesitation, "Yes."

"no."

The different answers were almost the same as the ground. Fu Chakun held her little hand and asked softly, "Yan'er, promise me, in the next life, can you come to me?"

Zhuque shook his head sadly, unwilling to accept this reality.

"In the next life, I will never break my promise. I will marry you, so don't do stupid things for me. What's the matter with you? Believe me. Even if I live, I would rather die immediately. In my heart, you are the most important one."

Her tears were like pearls strung into threads, flowing constantly, almost overwhelming all her rationality, "Akun, I can't wait for the next life, I'm afraid I can't find you, I'm afraid..."

He decisively interrupted Zhuque's next words, "Yan'er, I'm dead, my body is rotten, I can't survive, so don't do anything to hurt yourself for me. I'll wait for you to come to me in the next life, okay? Yan'er, I believe you will find me!" He was afraid that he would turn against her and let her do things that violate the laws of heaven and human ethics.

She covered her ears and said, "Stop talking."

Zhuque was covered in exhaustion and collapsed on the ground. Fu Chakun lowered his head, gently kissed her fair forehead, and said the final goodbye, "Yan'er, see you in the next life!" She grabbed his big hand tightly, not wanting to let go at all.

The ghost couldn't help but sigh, and with a wave of his hand, Fu Chakun completely disappeared, leaving only a touch of coldness in his palm, which was biting cold.

Wu Lingling sighed and said, "Zhuque, you are an ancient divine beast. You are already at the level of a great god. You have an eternal life and live with heaven and earth. Fu Chakun is just a mortal. Even if you can save this life and you stay with him forever, what about the next life and the next life? Do you want to experience such separation of life and death in every life?"

Zhuque, who was limping on the ground, couldn't help but shivered all over. For Zhuque, the most cruel thing was to watch his beloved die and then continue to reincarnate.

Zhu Yan cried extremely sadly, and the heaven and earth changed color, and she could feel her grief even if she let the Buddha go.

She threw herself into Lingling's arms and cried, and the flowers and plants were withering. Finally, she thought about it for three days and three nights and made a decision, "I want to find him."

Wu Lingling looked at her faintly. Over the years, she has long regarded her as her best friend. What she would do, she could guess at some point, "You're sure."

"I'm sorry, Lingling."

"I don't want your apology, I just want you to promise me two things."

"What?" Zhu Yan didn't expect Lingling to agree with her so easily. No one knew better than her. She wanted to use the merit of killing the drought bar in exchange for the fifth woman who could spend her 28 years safely and enjoy the things that she should experience in every age group, even as a wife and a mother.

To kill the drought beast, there must be assistance from the four major divine beasts. Originally, there were only two divine beasts awakened by the fifth family, but now she let one go and really encountered the drought beast. Not to mention killing the drought beast, it would be difficult to get close to it.

"If you gather all the four great beasts, you must go to kill Hanba with me. If I have not summoned you, whether you find Fu Chakun's next life or not, you must return to your position three hundred years later. I..." She lowered her eyelids, "I don't care whether there is an ancient beast missing in this world, but I care that I will lose a good friend."

Zhu Yan shed tears silently, hugged the fifth Lingling and sobbed gently, "I'm sorry Lingling, it's me who let you down, I promise you."

"Our parting may be a farewell forever, so don't cry, let me see you laugh."

She barely held up a smile that was even worse than crying. The fifth Lingling turned her head and said a coldly word, "Ugly!"

"Lingling, if we were destined, we would still see each other again!"

Wu Lingling took out a contract from her arms, "I hope you can return to your position in three hundred years and be willing to serve our fifth family."

"You girl, I'm leaving, so I can't say anything nice. It's really a shame."

The past many years ago, now when I think about it, it is still so vivid. She traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers. She arrived as promised, but he had childhood sweethearts and was no longer the Fu Chakun who loved Zhu Yan deeply in his previous life.

He looked back and showed a simple smile without any impurities, but he was not smiling at Zhu Yan, but at his childhood sweetheart Kong Ying.

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This is the previous life of Zhu Yan and He Kun. I can only say that luck makes people beat you up!
Chapter completed!