The breeze is blowing, and the winter chill is heavy.
In the temples, the demon god stood among the gods. Hearing General Pingxi's words, he was thoughtful.
"Gods, please go back. This evil seal is temporarily sealed. God of Samsara, you can come over at any time to take the power of the evil seal."
Qingyuan God's face is as calm as the deep sea, his expression is calm and indifferent, and his words exude an aura of calmness and self-power.
The immortal gods bowed and left the temples.
Qingyuan Shen flicked his sleeves and saw the weapon spirit suspended in mid-air falling into his sleeves.
The demon god stood up, dressed in red, as gorgeous as fire, with a demonic light flowing in his eyes.
"Yao'er." Qingyuan God looked at her back and felt the alienation from the demon god. Even though it was not the first time, his heart still skipped a beat.
It was like a gap was torn inside the chest, and it was still spreading.
A dull, tearing pain immediately spread to all his limbs.
The demon god stomped his steps, his expression as cold as frost.
She turned her back to the God of Qingyuan, and her face lacked the warmth of the past.
What Qingyuan God did and did in the Hall of Gods that day, every word and deed, hurt her feelings that would never change for thousands of years.
Who would have thought that the Qingyuan God and the Demon God, who were famous in the world of immortality a few months ago for loving each other until death, are no longer husband and wife.
It's also funny to say the least.
Qingyuan Shen looked at the woman's back, moved his mouth, but hesitated to speak. In the end, he couldn't say a word. He just tightened the eyebrows inserted diagonally into his temples.
He lowered his head and sighed, feeling as if he had aged many years.
There are thousands of things to say, but I don’t know where to start.
"If nothing happens to God Qingyuan, I will leave first."
From beginning to end, the demon god didn't even look back.
His cold and determined look was like a piece of ten thousand year old ice.
The love that lasted for thousands of years seemed to have been completely severed long ago.
"Are you still angry with me?" Qingyuan God asked.
The Demon God turned around, sneered, and smiled contemptuously: "How dare I be angry with you, Lord Qingyuan? I'm just an unhealthy person."
"Nonsense, what's wrong with you? In the immortal world, who dares to say that you are an unhealthy person?" Qingyuan Shen was angry.
The woman's eyes were as if they were tempered with ice, and they were so distant and indifferent that Qingyuan God was frightened.
"As a dark master, but I don't have evil spirit tendons, do you think I am an unhealthy person?"
"Qingyuan God, you know, I have done many ridiculous things in my life, but I have never regretted it. I only regretted one thing."
Her voice was very soft, and her tall and thin figure stood between the open gilded doors of the temples.
The light of the vast blue sun shines in from the outside, as if it is coated with a layer of sacred golden light.
At this moment, Qingyuan Shen felt that there was an insurmountable chasm between them.
And that chasm and chasm was all blocked by him himself.
It's your own fault.
It's your own fault.
These eight characters suddenly flashed through Qingyuan Shen's mind.
"Do you regret cutting off the evil spirit tendons?" God Qingyuan asked.
"I regret meeting you." The demon god sneered: "I should have set foot in the Yama world, but I came to immortality because of you, but you took it for granted. Qingyuan God, don't you know that evil spirit tendons mean to me
How important is it? Don’t worry, I will never let Ge’er give up.
Losing the evil spirit tendon, if the existence of a relationship requires stabbing oneself with a knife, then there is no need for this relationship to exist."
"I have stayed in the Immortal Realm for ten thousand years, but I am tired of it and very tired."
"If you think about it carefully, this is not my home at all. Now, it's time for me to return to my own home."
The demon god's tone was calm, but it revealed a bloodthirsty ruthlessness!
"Where are you going? What do you want to do?" Qingyuan Shen sat up suddenly.
"Yam Luo." The demon god raised his head and looked at the sky outside the temples, showing a calm smile, his eyes full of yearning.
Her first dream was to go to the paradise of the dark masters and dominate the world in all directions.
No one has ever been able to shake his decision, Qingyuan Shen is the only one.
When the evil spirit tendons were cut off at the Immortal Execution Platform, she was not reluctant to give up, but regretted that she could no longer control the dark energy.
Now, counting tens of thousands of years, like a puppet, his blood and will have gone cold in this world of immortality.
It doesn't matter.
It was just Qingyuan Shen's words that made her feel that these years were too worthless.
One night, I suddenly wanted to take a look at the scenery of Yama.
Like a seed buried deep in my heart, it quickly takes root and sprouts as time goes by.
This idea is getting stronger and stronger.
Until in the end it became an iron-clad choice and impulse.
Yes, after thousands of years, she wanted to go to Yama.
Qingyuan Shen was shocked and blurted out: "Are you crazy? You don't have evil spirit tendons and are no longer a dark master. How can you go to Yama?"
"This, I won't bother God Qingyuan to worry about it."
The demon god sneered, moved his long legs, and walked towards the avenue outside the temple.
Qingyuan Shen’s pupils suddenly tightened——
The cold winter wind lifted the hem of her skirt, just like in the past, it had amazed the girl throughout his boyhood.
The demon god's figure was annihilated in the flowing light. Qingyuan God took a few steps forward and finally stopped.
He frowned, thoughtfully.
Qingyuan God gave up too much for him. Perhaps, this time, he should not stop it in the name of love.
Qingyuan Shen lowered his head and took out the evil seal from his sleeves.
He stared at the evil seal and pondered for a long time.
…
The demon god walked forward and slowly entered the mansion.
Empress Feng Qi had been waiting for a long time with her little bun in her arms, but she noticed something was wrong with the demon god's expression.
Little Baozi jumped out of Feng Qi's arms and ran happily to the Demon God. He stood in front of the Demon God, raised his head, opened his watery eyes, and asked: "Grandma Demon God, are you in a bad mood?"
The demon god knelt down and picked up the little bun. The little bun put his hands around her neck and leaned against the demon god. He said softly: "Grandma demon god, don't be unhappy. Ye'er will always be with the demon god grandma and will also help the demon god grandma."
Fight the bad guys away!"
The little bun's eyes were bright and innocent.
"Feng Qi, go and ask Ji Yue to come over."
The Demon God pinched Little Baozi's face, looked at Feng Qi, and said in a deep voice.
Empress Feng Qi was vaguely aware of the seriousness of the matter, nodded, and left the Demon God's Mansion.
"Grandma Demon God, what happened?" Little Baozi asked in a sweet voice.
The demon god looked around. The cold wind and the fragrance of flowers in the winter were blowing by, which was particularly refreshing.
She even couldn't wait to go to the place called Yama Realm.
She wants to write her legend in all directions.
It's just that... the demon god looked at the soft, waxy, pink and jade-carved little bun, his heart trembled slightly, and his eyes showed a feeling of reluctance.