Ji Ningshuang didn't say anything, but laughed at herself, her beautiful eyes were hazy.

Marrying? What a wonderful word, it’s a pity that she didn’t have the chance to be that person and the bright red wedding dress.

"Where is his father?" Long Jie asked tentatively.

"Die." Ji Ningshuang lowered her head, her eyes filled with water mist.

Long Jie was silent, standing quietly, and was also watching the little kid. For some reason, the little kid was very similar to his old friend.

At some point, he closed his eyes and looked at Ji Ningshuang, hoping to say, "You are willing to give me a chance."

"Yao Chi is dead." Ji Ningshuang whispered.

"You should have died long ago." Before Long Jie could react, a cold female voice resounded throughout the bamboo forest.

Before he finished speaking, he saw a beautiful figure rushing in from outside, holding a red fairy sword in his hand, like a cold female killing god.

Her sword can be said to be destroyed and decisive, attacking Ji Ningshuang directly.

Blood immediately splattered, dyed the petals and the bamboo leaves.

However, it was not Ji Ningshuang who was pierced by a sword, but Long Jie, who blocked Ji Ningshuang's body.

The man who saw it again was actually the goddess of the Spirit Clan.

The son of the witch clan and the goddess of the ancient clan also walked into the bamboo forest. Seeing this bloody scene, my heart trembled.

"What are you doing?" Long Jie ignored the others, his golden eyes only looked at the ancient goddess, and his words were cold.

"Look! For her, you can even give up your life." The goddess of the Spirit tribe cried with a smile. Two lines of crystal tears slid across her beautiful cheeks, crying heart-wrenchingly, "Have you ever sacrificed your life for me again?"

"You must understand my love." Long Jie said calmly.

"I understand, I already understand." The goddess of the Spirit Clan laughed at herself, slowly pulled out the killing sword, turned around gently, and left step by step, lost in despair, extremely bleak, and only the sad words were sent back, "You have been looking for her for a hundred years, and I have been waiting for you for a hundred years. The love in the world is really ridiculous, and I am the joke."

"Dragon Tribulation, from today on, you and I will no longer be brothers." The God Son of the Witch Clan said lightly and followed the goddess of the Spirit Clan, but because of the Dragon Tribulation, he hurt his favorite person.

"Just, I'm also a joke." The ancient goddess laughed, with tears in her eyes, and only looking at Ji Ningshuang with hazy eyes, "Once upon a time, I really wanted to kill you."

As she said that, she turned around, and her back was as lonely as the goddess of the Spirit Clan, and she was staggering when walking.

The Dragon Tribulation loves the goddess of Yaochi, the Spirit Tribulation loves the Dragon Tribulation, the Witch Tribulation loves the Goddess of the Spirit Tribulation, but she loves the Goddess of the Witch Tribulation, what a cruel cycle.

The bamboo forest fell into tranquility again, and Ji Ningshuang was still waving the cradle, without turning around from beginning to end.

Once you have entered the Huafan Star, you no longer care about the troubles of the world. The tranquility here is still broken by your infatuated lover.

"I'm waiting for your answer." Long Jie asked with a smile.

"I only love Ye Chen, this answer is enough."

"Ye Chen?" Long Jie frowned, "Which Ye Chen."

"Our hometown is called Dachu." Ji Ningshuang looked up gently, as if she could see the beautiful mountains and rivers through the starry sky, and the love that was full of holes.

"Da Chu, a good name." Long Jiehuo turned around, and the bloody hole in his chest was still flowing with bright blood.

There was a dragon sword in his hand, and his murderous aura was surging and raging, turbulent and cold.
Chapter completed!