Chapter 2004 Tribulation Fruit (8)
A pair of narrow, thin and cool phoenix eyes raised slightly, not angry, but extremely indifferent.
It seemed that nothing could shake his emotions.
"I hope Your Majesty will keep my promise."
His voice is cold, neither tight nor slow.
The tone was calm, without a hint of humility.
It seemed to remind him.
His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven laughed and met his gaze, which was meaningful.
"Ah Chen, are you sure... Are you really doing this just to break the world?"
Instead, want to continue the leading edge?
The cold and gorgeous noble man raised his eyes, and the phoenix eyes were extremely indifferent.
His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven picked up the teacup, nodded, and his tone gradually deepened.
"For a three-thousand-year-old fox demon, letting her escape the punishment of heaven is already considered the greatest gift. Why do you have to do this and force her to become a fairy?"
Said it was Duan Chen Yuan?
How can he believe this?
The man stood up slowly, his voice was cold and indifferent.
"She has never hurt me, and she has saved my life in the mortal world."
"Such a gift is naturally acceptable."
He returned to his position, regained his divine power, and possessed the memory of a **** for tens of thousands of years.
For this brief period of mortal love, it seems that it is really just an understatement, a few hasty words.
Give gifts freely, repay favors freely.
His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven didn't say a word, but put down the teacup and let out an indisputable snort.
It seems that I believe it, but it seems that I don’t believe it.
After the man left, his gaze turned and landed on the space mirror suspended in mid-air.
After pondering for a moment, he waved his sleeves.
The Taixu mirror immediately appeared on the screen.
slowly appearing...
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On the day Su Chen left, the weather was very bad.
There was a strong wind and thunder.
Among the dark leaves flying all over the sky, there is only the bright and warm red under the window of the eaves, which is the brightest color and also the loneliest color.
Lonely, hugging her dead lover.
She hugged him, didn't cry, but her eyes were red uncontrollably.
As if she had already expected such a day, she hugged her for a long, long time.
It was so long that the body became cold and stiff, but she didn't let go.
until day and night.
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The next day, the rain outside became heavier and heavier, with a violent storm and no intention of stopping.
In the warm room, the girl who just lost her partner was extremely silent.
Quietly called hot water, got clean towels, and bathed her dead husband.
Wipe the whole body, and then change into clean clothes.
On this day, instead of wearing the red dress she loved most in the past, she changed into the plainest and whitest mourning dress.
Quietly, in the endless rainstorm, in a deserted room, hang up white silk and paste mourning characters.
A lonely person, carefully holding the cold and stiff corpse, put it into the shroud of the coffin.
Long day, she alone, a home.
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The third day.
The torrential rain has become lighter.
But still big.
The girl in plain mourning was still handling the funeral alone.
She hasn't said a word since her husband left.
Quietly, clean the house, and put all the chickens and ducks raised in the house back into the forest.
She became a widow, but never shed a tear.
When she had nothing to do, she turned into a soft little fox, leaning against the dead body motionless.
Watch over him and lick him from time to time.
Never leave.
(end of this chapter)