He knew that it was her tears and his palms, and even her blood was still left... it was her blood shed to save him!
Xiao Yuanbaoer, Lian'er... These two names have been wandering in his mind, and he can't even tell the difference. His heart is full of pretending, whether it is Xiao Yuanbaoer who has now transformed into the little god of wealth, or is he in the past
Lotus who have loved for thousands of years!
Or, what is the difference between Xiao Yuanbaoer and Lianer for him?
If the demon hadn't told this amazing fact today, he might have been kept in the dark by the Emperor of Heaven!
He didn't understand why his brother, the Emperor of Heaven, lied to him that Lian'er's soul was destroyed, and he didn't understand why Lian'er transformed into a little fairy of Shancai who sat down with the Star of Wealth...
What did she go through during the thousands of years he and her separation?
He knew nothing, and even alienated and hurt her for the Lian'er he loved in front of her... The demon said that she just did her own substitute without knowing it, and he was a dignified person.
Pojun Star Lord can’t even see it!
So when Xiao Yuanbaoer, or Lian'er, knows her true identity, she shows such an incredible sad expression to him?!
I have loved her for thousands of years but can't recognize her. Is that still the most beloved?
The Emperor of Heaven didn't like her. He always knew that, but he didn't expect that... his brother joined forces with other gods to deceive him!
The Emperor of Heaven treated her as a pawn. Even if he didn't, he was always the Emperor of Heaven's younger brother. How could she believe that he was also hidden in the dark by the Emperor of Heaven, and did not treat her as a pawn?
He couldn't help but squeeze the Demon-Subduing Sword in his hand and penetrated it hard into the soil under his feet. The grief and anger surrounded him. Even though the demons disappeared, the wind and clouds still changed color.
When he thought of her disappointed gaze just now, his heart was filled with sorrow and anger. He felt bloodthirsty and bloodthirsty when he was away from him for a long time and came back again. He was the God of War, and even the God of Killing...
Just when he was crazy, a golden light suddenly flashed above his head
"Pojun Xingjun, don't have the idea of killing..." A slow and deep reminder came into his ears. He raised his head and the Taishang Laojun holding the whisk appeared in front of him, as if indeed, in front of him.
"Taishang Laojun, you have known all this for a long time, didn't you?"