Chapter 278： The cold fairy is also crazy (43)

This evening.

Fu Yue had a nightmare.

No, it's not a nightmare, it's just a recollection of everything in the past.

...

The gods were condemned to be arrogant.

The previous faith collapsed.

Fallen, dressed in snow clothes dyed ink.

Abandon the so-called godhead and become a murderous demon.

She is hell.

...

Waking up from the nightmare.

His mind was not yet clear, and the red lips spit out two words, "...Jun Heng."

The slightly cold tone, a bit angry, a bit resentful, and a bit unforgettable.

The girl Yaomei's delicate face had a complex expression, and her white forehead was covered with dense cold sweat.

His thin shoulders were embraced by a jade hand.

Embrace it.

The silver-haired coquettish beauty raised her hand and gently patted Fu Yue's back, gently coaxing, a low-magnetic, cold voice rang in her ears.

"Yueyue, don't be afraid. It's just a nightmare..."

Fu Yue hugged her back, buried her face on the beauty's white neck, and her slender arms wrapped her back.

This was a little relieved.

Beauty Ying Hong's lips closed together and asked a question that had been hidden in her heart for many years, "Yueyue, who is Junheng?"

The tone seemed casual.

He could clearly feel that the girl in his arms was stiff, and he had not answered for a long time.

Amber eyes dimmed a bit, and Shen Yun twitched the corners of his lips, "Forget it if it is inconvenient to say, I just asked casually."

Fu Yue raised her head, curled her red lips, and grinned reluctantly. She held Shen Yun's hand tightly and shook her head, "Nothing inconvenient to say, just an old person."

"I don't know him well."

Word by word, the clouds are light and breezy.

The silver-haired beauty stared at her quietly, her amber eyes were peaceful and beautiful. For a long time, Shen Yun smiled and whispered, "I believe you."

I will believe what you say.

...

White fingers clasped.

The girl's cherry-red lips and hazy eyes. The black hair soaked in sweat was entangled with the man's coquettish silver hair.

"Look clearly...who I am."

The silver-haired beauty's low-magnetic and clear voice, **** hoarse, sounded in her ears, itching slightly, making her want to turn her head away.

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On this continent.

There are many people who cultivate immortals, and what they want in their life is nothing more than flying into immortals.

However, since ancient times, there are very few.

Shen Yun has not known how long he has been alive, and his cultivation has already reached an immeasurable realm, almost half a fairy.

Only one step away, you can fly into a fairy.

But at this step, Shen Yun did not step out in his entire life.

Because, the originally spotlessly clear Dao Xin has long been covered in dust.

The heart demon named love has entangled him all his life.

And he is as sweet as sweet.

...

Until dying.

The silver-haired and coquettish beauty is still the allure at the beginning, and time has not left a trace on his face.

He gently raised his eyes, looked at his beloved wife, raised his almost transparent fingertips, touched her face, and his cherry-red lips moved.

"Yueyue, I never seem to tell you...I love you."

Just this sentence is enough to make the woman on the opposite side cry like rain.

Shen Yun gently wiped away the tears on her face, and said softly: "Don't cry, I will feel distressed."

When he said this, Shen Yun's faint eyes had already begun to disperse, his lips closed together, and his curled and long eyelashes trembled.

"Yueyue, I seem to be... dying."

The ultimate beauty of death.

Silver-haired, coquettish.

When you see him, you will feel that even death is a gentle process.