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Chapter one hundred and eighty fifth sword red hatred(2/2)

Women grow old together, their hair turns gray together, and all their teeth fall out, but they still hold my woman’s hand.

At that moment, I really wanted to leave with Ruyan. Really, really, the Great Light Emperor Dynasty and immortality were all fake and just floating clouds. But, in the end, I didn’t leave because, at that moment, I remembered

I love you, although you often have a bad temper, but I never mind, on the contrary, I enjoy it, because I love you too!

For Ruyan, I can even give up my life, for you, I can give up my life again!

Jian Hong! I really love you!

Ruyan's incident has made you jealous. I said you would give me time to forget, but I have to say, I can't forget, and I will never forget. Although the yin and yang are separated, this feeling will never be erased from my heart, you said.

I have used secret methods to seal that memory of mine, but I know that even if the memory is sealed, the relationship cannot be sealed.

I'm going to see Ruyan, and I got my wish. However, at this moment, a desire to live wells up in my heart again. I want to live, I really want to live, because I know that there is someone who loves me in the Sword God Palace.

Yes, the woman I love is waiting for me.

At this moment, a lot of regrets suddenly welled up in my heart. How I wish I had not agreed to the Daguang Emperor and just stayed with you! How I wish that was the case!

I'm sorry, I can't fulfill my original promise! I can't wait for the victory of Emperor Daguang, or even wait to see you again. Why can I only discover when I'm about to lose that I watch you practice swordsmanship every day?

Stroking the ends of your hair is such a beautiful thing.

I want it so much, I want it so much!

Why are you and me, like smoke, separated from each other by the world of yin and yang?

I am going to the underworld, I am going to die, and I want to see Ruyan. Ruyan has been waiting for me for thousands of years. Now that you enter the underworld, you will be a lonely soul. In the underworld, at least our son will accompany you.

Jian Hong! At this moment, I really want to touch your face again! I really want to! The thousand-year-old tree we planted together was cut off when you were angry. Haha, I saved it again.

It! It’s still there, remember to water it from time to time!

You are a strong girl. You said that you will cultivate and become an immortal. Promise me to live well and live my share for me, because you are Jian Hong, the stubborn and cute little girl in my heart.

Sword red!

The voice suddenly stopped, the blood and tears on Jian Hong's face had dried up, and his face was extremely pale. He looked up at the sky and felt sluggish! The breeze blew by, and Jian Hong forgot everything except Xiao Wang's words, 'I really want to

Touch your face again!'.

He gently grabbed Xiao Wang's hand and put it on his face. He kept grabbing his hand and stroking his face. Jian Hong had no expression at all, and his face was extremely hard. All expression seemed to have been lost.

Raise your head and look at the sky.

Jian Hong made an ice coffin with his hands and put Xiao Wang's body into it very carefully. Even Xiao Wang's hair was carefully arranged.

Turning his hands to put away Xiao Wang's corpse, Jian Hong's face showed no trace of hatred, no trace of hatred, only numbness, numb face, and numb eyes.

Numbly, he looked at the corpses of Xiao Yuanfeng and Xiao Yuandeng, grabbed them with his hands, and put them into the storage bracelet.

After finishing everything, Jian Hong looked at the tower, flew up to the tower, and stood on the top of the tower. Jian Hong looked at it emotionlessly, and then chased towards the east!

There are no unnecessary words, no unnecessary feelings. At this moment, Jian Hong seems to have forgotten what emotion is and what is emotion. When Xiao Wang dies, only hatred is left, and what Xiao Wang left before his death is

The words made Jian Hong forget what emotion is. When emotion reaches the extreme, it is forgetfulness!
Chapter completed!
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