Just when A Meng thought that he had finally hidden the existence of the Azure Dragon God without leaving any trace, she suddenly appeared in this way. Look, she lost.
However, the Green Dragon God only slowly walked forward and gently held the White Tiger God's hand - the unexpected natural peace did not look like a star-crossed lover who had been separated for thousands of years, but like an ordinary couple who stayed together day by day.
What kind of deep love can create such calmness and warmth?
A Meng subconsciously looked at the castle in the air. The ice coffin there had melted, and the Dong Lingzhu hanging above the ice coffin had lost its luster. Her brows moved slightly, and she quickly sighed. She finally knew how the Qinglong God was "resurrected."
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There was an ice-blue gemstone on the Qinglong God's smooth forehead. She looked calm, beautiful and noble. A Meng, if she told her master what she had done, she would be doomed. She never thought about it, but the Qinglong God just smiled and asked softly.
Said: "Duankong, she is the Ameng you mentioned, that lovely child?"
Ameng was stunned, why did she pretend not to recognize him?
The White Tiger God seemed to be in great interest, holding A Meng in his arms and refusing to let go, with a rare softness on Qingjun's face: "Yes, Su Ying, I gave you the dreamland because of A Meng's credit. By the way, we also have a child."
, called Xiu Jiyin, looks a lot like you."
The owner at this moment is neither a god nor a demon, nor does he even have any great aura at all. He is just an ordinary man with a beautiful wife, children, and a happy and peaceful family.
Qinglong God touched Ameng's head like a mother. Although this made Ameng a little depressed, the happy atmosphere still made her eyes wet again - after all, she had never experienced such a scene in her long childhood.
"Duankong," Qinglong God said with a smile, somewhat tentatively, "Do you think we can just live here like this? There are only three of us, and we will always be together."
Together forever, what a beautiful word this is. Waiting for eight thousand years, using seven thousand years to create a dream, isn't he just waiting for this day? Now the dream has not been completed, he has not conquered Beiyun, he has not yet