On the nine-layer sky, a fairyland surrounded by clouds and mist.
There is no trace of dust in purity.
Everyone knows that this is where the **** of heaven lives.
But for thousands of years, there have been very few people who have been able to step into this area.
...
Time and space still look back.
Go back a million years ago, before they met.
The **** sitting quietly in Yunqingtian Palace, with picturesque eyebrows, a silver hair hanging down from his shoulders, winding straight to the ground to reflect a beautiful luster.
The man's thin lips curled up with a shallow arc, which was slightly bitter.
He stayed here for 100,000 years.
Paint the ground as a prison.
Never took a half step out of this nine-layered heaven, never saw her.
Jun Heng didn't know how he held it back.
A bit of confusion flashed in his painted eyes, and he didn't know what he was afraid of. The bushy eyelashes kept trembling, exposing the restlessness in his heart.
What Jun Heng didn't expect was that in the near future.
He met his lover whom he had been thinking of for many years.
Although, in a not very beautiful way.
***
Jun Heng lowered his eyes to look at the long sword resting on his neck, then raised his eyes to the snow-clothed woman holding the sword, his eyes were stunned, and at this moment, he stared at her without blinking. Look.
"God, fight with me."
The woman with a tall ponytail raised her long eyebrows slightly, and looked at Jun Heng's eyes with an undisguised fighting spirit.
And faint excitement.
Because she can feel that this **** of heaven is too strong.
Yes, Fu Yue still couldn't help it, sneaking up to the Nine Heavens... Looking for Jun Heng to single out.
Only she can do this.
Fu Yue was born warlike, and among the people of the Protoss, there were almost no ten moves that could pick her up. She also really couldn't find anyone, so she got the idea of heaven.
If the old-fashioned group of heaven knows about it, he will probably blow his beard and stare again, and loudly reprimand Fu Yue for acting absurdly.
That is the way of heaven, the way of heaven!
As a **** of law enforcement in the heavens, she was disrespectful to the way of heaven.
Glancing at the long sword resting on his neck, Jun Heng sighed quietly.
Still met, still in this way.
It seems that everything is moving towards what it was many years ago.
The slender fingers lifted and pressed against Fu Yue's sword, and the cold jade-like fingertips did not cut a bit.
"I'm hard to fight."
The voice of the **** is gentle and indifferent.
"God of law enforcement, you have exceeded this."
Jun Heng listened to himself saying exactly the same words as before.
However, Fu Yue's red lips were also one and the other, and the words she uttered were very heart-stirring.
"God is really boring."
"If life is without the joy of fighting, it is dull."
After a sneer, Fu Yue retracted the sword on Junheng's neck, and once again said boringly towards the beauty in white clothes and white hair in front of him.
After receiving the sword, he was ready to go.
When she reached the door in a flash, she vaguely touched a transparent barrier, and Fu Yue guessed who did it in an instant.
The meaning of heaven cannot be disobeyed.
Fu Yue turned around.
A pair of pitch-black eyes looked at her so fixedly, the expressions under them were so complicated that she couldn't understand them.
"..."
Fu Yue squeezed the long sword subconsciously, then Shi Shiran turned his head, looked towards Junheng, and said, "How?"
"Heavenly Dao changed his mind to accept my challenge."
But fleeting.
As soon as the silver-haired beauty's footsteps turned, she broke through and came to her.
The door behind it closed automatically.
Fu Yue: "..."
Why close the door for singles?
He is not afraid to fight at that time, he can tear down Yun Qingtian Palace for her.
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Don't worry, babies, geese, the hostess will restore her memory, in the end.