Chapter 2331： Passing away

After Tang Zhen returned to the city, he did not rush to deal with official duties, but first went to look at his family.

Some people say that the monks are ruthless, but this is not the case.

Because of the long life, things like emotions will slowly fade over time.

Some monks who have been practicing for thousands of years are like dead wood, and there is almost no emotion at all.

Not to mention the practice of a journey, sometimes it is necessary to break the temperament, in order to avoid the invasion of the demons.

If you are not careful, you will be overwhelmed and the means of prevention will be simple.

Therefore, many monks will break their love and love. For them, emotion is a luxury, and if it is not necessary, it will not be easily contaminated.

Although Tang Zhen has been busy these years, he has not been too cold to be a family member. As long as he has the opportunity, he will meet with his family.

Just as a monk family, it is destined to have simple happiness like a mortal.

In the past few years, Tang Zhen’s wife has been working hard to cultivate, otherwise it will be farther and farther away from Tang Zhen.

However, this kind of talent is sometimes not forced. When it reaches the limit of talent, it will be extremely difficult to go further.

This time when Tang Zhen returned, he heard a message that made him feel heavy. His wife, Xiaodie, had exhausted his soul, fearing that it would soon be alive.

Even if Tang Zhen is a creator of the creator, there is nothing to do at this time, because in these years, Xiaodie has been spent in the hospital bed.

She was born poor in her early years, because she met Tang Zhen, which changed her own destiny.

Tang Zhen gave Xiaodie a stable life, so that she would no longer have a meal and sleep, and also took her into the path of practice.

However, this beautiful woman is not very talented, and even if resources are piled up, she cannot pass the threshold of the lord.

The change that was encountered during a cultivation made Xiaodie suffer severely. Although she was fully rescued, she still left a serious sequela.

Her soul has problems, burning more than ten times faster than normal people, even if it is impossible to repair.

In this case, Tang Zhen has no way, only to sigh the impermanence of the world.

After knowing his condition, Xiaodie was a light face, and even asked not to tell Tang Zhen.

"A man has his own business. If he knows my condition, it will inevitably distract him and waste time on me."

This was what Xiaodie said at the time. Later, Tang Zhen knew that he was speechless for a long time.

Life and death cycle, this is what Tang Zhen can not interfere with.

He was able to save the dying wounded and be able to create creatures in the mindland, but he could not heal his wife.

Even if he copied the same little butterfly in the mind country, it was not her own, but an independent new life.

If you want to solve this problem, unless you can control the cycle of life and death, even after Xiaodie’s fall, you can still find her along the traces of the cycle.

In addition, the old residents of Shenglongcheng are faced with such a dilemma, so Tang Zhen will pay attention to this information and target the top three theaters.

As for Xiaodie himself, he is now in a special small world, waiting slowly for the last moment.

After Tang Zhen returned to the holy dragon city, he found the entrance to the small world and entered the hidden small world.

The scenery here is like a fairyland, full of exotic flowers and grasses, like the color of washing, it makes people feel very comfortable.

In front of the purple jade bamboo forest, there is a three-story building with elegant and chic style, which blends perfectly with the surrounding environment.

On the roof top of the building, there is a bench with a woman in white lying on the side.

Her appearance is beautiful, with a hint of playfulness in her eyebrows, which makes people feel like a fairy between flowers and a fairy who does not touch the fireworks.

Anyone can think of such a beautiful woman, she will eventually be infected with a terminal illness, and will soon be born!

Tang Zhen sighed and slowly walked over.

When he stepped up the steps, his footsteps were slightly heavy, as if he was carrying a mountain.

"French, you are here."

Hearing the voice of Xiaodie, turning his head and looking at Tang Zhen standing behind him, there was a faint joy in the Ming Dynasty.

Looking at the little butterfly with a smile, Tang Zhen seems to see the reluctant and tough girl when she met at the beginning of the year.

She was like that year, even if she was under tremendous pressure, she still could not see any traces of bitterness in her.

"God is not a public!"

I don’t know why, Tang Zhen, who is already the creator, has such a thought in his mind.

This can only explain that even he feels a sense of powerlessness and can only complain about unfair fate.

"I am coming, I am suffering."

Tang Zhen's tone is dull, but there is a trace of embarrassment. He is worthy of all the monks in the holy dragon theater, but he feels that he owes his family.

Xiaodie smiled and took Tang Zhen to sit on the bench, then leaned his head in his arms.

The slightly curled corner of the mouth contains a smile of happiness.

"I don't suffer, I am very happy."

Xiaodie leaned against Tang Zhen, sniffing the breath of his body, his face full of bright brilliance.

"Before I met you, my life was gray and I was at a loss.

Perhaps like those who lived, they lived through their lives, and they don’t know when they will die.

Until that day I met you, then I have a feeling that my life is afraid to change.

Sure enough, as I expected, you took me out of the bitter sea and gave me a happy life that I could not have imagined in the past.

You know, I am grateful to you all the time, and I admire you especially. In my heart, you are my superhero! ”

The tone of Kocho’s speech is like a young girl who is beginning to talk to her lover.

However, Tang Zhen’s mood is a bit heavy. He has a feeling of faintness. Xiaodie is doing a goodbye with him.

Perhaps she has already been exhausted, but she has been waiting hard, waiting for the hero in her heart, hoping to see the side before leaving.

Being able to lie in the arms of his lover and leave the world that makes her fall in love may be the perfect ending.

Xiaodie is still talking about herself. It seems that she wants to say everything she has not said in these years.

"I know that you are very busy, have no time to accompany me and my sister, and have no time to watch our children grow up, because you have the entire Holy Dragon Theater.

Although we are not around, we all know what you have experienced in these years, so you never have to worry, your family will not understand your approach.

We only hope that when you feel tired, you can go back home and have a chat with your family. Whenever we are waiting for your return..."

When Xiaodie said it, he slowly raised his head. As the eyes of the water looked at Tang Zhen, it seemed to contain endless friendship.

"French, I heard people say that in some special planes, there will be reincarnation.

After the reincarnation, the dead person can reincarnate and reincarnate, but he has forgotten his memory and does not know what he has experienced in his previous life.

If I was born in such a plane, would you find me after all my reincarnation, and then tell me slowly about you and my story? ”

Tang Zhen smiled and reached out and picked up a white hair that had fallen from the front of Xiaodie’s forehead, and nodded gently.

"I will, will definitely!"

Xiaodie heard the words, his eyes flashed brightly, and he buried his head in Tang Zhen’s arms with a smile, and a few drops of tears dripped down his cheeks.

"French, I am gone, take care..."

After uttering this sentence, Xiaodie’s soul power was completely consumed, and then it was like a withered flower, with the autumn wind falling and dying.

The leaves of the surrounding petal trees fell, and a bleak scene seemed to lament the death of this beautiful woman.

Tang Zhenhuai, holding his wife, looked down at the eyebrows as if he was in the middle of memories. He hadn’t returned to God for a long time.