She holds her head, with painful and complicated expression, as if experiencing a fierce struggle.

"You killed everyone in Zongmen for your Taoist couple, and had you ever thought that they also have their own lover?!"

Lu Xuan asked.

"No, not like this!"

The fantasy fairy suddenly raised his head, his eyes were red, hysterical:

"I am for him, for him ..."

"You are just for yourself."

Lu Xuan's voice is bland.

He lowered his head slightly and looked at the fantasy fairy in front of him:

"People die like a lamp, and the soul is not allowed to return. An ordinary monk is no matter how talented, it is impossible to have the soul, and there will be souls in disability."

"You are a red dust, you should know this truth than anyone."

"You insist on resurrected your husband, but in your heart, in fact, you have already been clear. Even if something is born from the body, he also decides that it is not that person."

Lu Xuan looked at her and said slowly:

"You are deceiving yourself, what you want to be resurrected, but the bunch of white moonlight in your heart, the young man who lives in your memory.

The body of the fantasy fairy stiffened.

She looked at Lottery Xuan in a stunned way.

The expression was dull, as if he was drawn away with the soul, and sat on the ground.
Chapter completed!