"Good bye, master."

Ye Chen and Ji ningshuang side by side, Qi arched over, a hot tears in the eyes, a tearful eye whirling.

The farewell of Dacheng holy body and Donghuang empress should be supreme. Apart from the ancient Tianting empress, who has this honor.

"The weather will last forever."

In the dark, there seems to be a wisp of echo, which is Yan Fei's last look back. Xuanchen defends the heaven with her death. She goes the same way. She calls out a guardian God with death.

"Come out."

Tianming and Tianming are both mumbling. The light of hope in the eyes has not been annihilated. Ye Chen has a dream completely, which does not mean that he is resurrected. Only by understanding the dream way can we transform the illusion into immortality.

For a long time, the stars are silent.

Ye Chen and Ji ningshuang, both like statues, haven't moved for a long time.

Their figures are the same old, but also the same vicissitudes, all white clothes, all white hair, even the two shadows reflected, are also full of traces of time.

I do not know when, the two talents turn around, hand in hand, gradually away, each moment side eyes, every moment to see each other, from their eyes, see the wind does not dry tears.

"Is that the empress?"

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