Chapter 342

Unwilling to end the Original match (25) {Unedited}

"Zhou Min, what's wrong with you?" After feeling Zhou Min's abnormal mood fluctuation, 484 asked.

"I dreamed of a man who couldn't see his appearance clearly. I called him Lord Min."

"Master Min? What is that?" 484 was confused. It has been floating in the sky for so long, but the name is so strange, but I don't know why it gives it an extremely terrible feeling.

"I don't know." Zhou Min shook her head subconsciously and was very confused. "He wants me to die." Zhou Min muttered, but she didn't know why there was a faint sense of sadness and sadness in her tone.

484 was silent for a while, "Do you remember what happened in your dream?"

Zhou Min was slightly stunned, and her face suddenly turned pale, and her tone seemed to become solemn. "No, I don't remember. Except for the name and the sentence that lingered in my heart, and those eyes, I seem to have forgotten the rest..."

Zhou Min suddenly felt a little more irritable in her heart. She casually put on a red shirt and walked to the window.

Open the window and look up. The bright moon is in the sky, and the stars are dim.

The spring breeze is blowing and waking up from a dream, slightly cold.

The cherry lips with water light gently raised the cool arc. Zhou Min looked at the cold moon and seemed to feel the extremely indifferent eyes in the dream, "Min!? Who is it? Does it have anything to do with me?"

This is not the first time she saw the man with the purple bell. At the moment of promotion to the demon god, she also saw the man and the purple bell.

When Zhou Min got up, Di Simo had already woken up, or when she woke up, he woke up and had no action, because he felt the strong emotional fluctuation on Zhou Min's body and the sudden strange airflow and strong magic around her. That kind of magic was supposed to be under the pressure of his original magic weapon. Under the system, it should not appear wantonly, but at that time, he felt the intensity of the magic again.

For the first time, he felt that Zhou Min, a woman, was not only troublesome, but also mysterious and dangerous.

The man lying on the bed on his side lay quietly on the bed at this time, with cold eyes like a deep well, staring at the faint shadow staring at the moon in front of the window.

It suddenly occurred to me that my father once said that although he had been transformed by heaven and earth, he had carried a mysterious force since his birth. He seemed to have been sealed. He could not find out what power was, but he was destined to be extremely close to the extreme of heaven. If he could fly to Hongmeng to achieve the road and become a new heaven, it would be the blessing of the three worlds. If not, he might achieve a vastness. Robbery.

And whether it is a catastrophe or the ultimate way, it seems that there will be a person in his destiny, and the success or failure is this person.

I don't know why, at this moment, the heart that has never fluctuated for things outside the fairy realm actually faintly feels that this person is her, the woman who pulled him into the abyss of desire.

A faint smile came from the window.

Di Simo suddenly came to his senses and looked away.

Zhou Minruo rose with a touch of red smoke and floated out of the window and stood on the thousand-year-old green vine tree in the courtyard of the inn.

Green vine, green vine, perennial charm, undefeated all year round, only this appearance has not changed for thousands of years.

Unchanged!

Di Simo's heart suffocated, and his body was conscious. He reached out and picked up a pure white shirt, put it on, and jumped out of the window.

She stood there, at the top of the tree.

The night wind blew up her red robe and floated, as if the next moment, she dissipated with the wind and no longer existed in the whole world.

In his heart, a feeling of discomfort suddenly rose, which was a little strange, but he couldn't catch the clue.

Di Simo frowned slightly and consciously pressed the position of his heart. There, he knew that it was his heart, which had always been quiet and calm. However, it seemed that, I don't know when, the first clear and shallow beating appeared there, as if it was moving and not still.

But when did it start?!

In retrspect, it seems that after getting a good out with Zhou Minhuan, he should never beat. The heart that lives should not live on the heartbeat of the fairy. It seems that he began to have a light but real beating on him.

Moreover, he found that his divine power began to be suppressed and began to regress, but there were more and more cracks in the barrier of the impact of cultivation.

Why?! Will there be two opposite situations?

Di Simo's mind was full of doubts, and Zhou Min's eyes seemed to be more entangled and complicated.

Zhou Min didn't know about Di Simo's entanglements, complexities and contradictions. At this time, she looked at the place outside the boundary of the fairyland, where there was a vast gray and vast withering, despair and breathlessness, struggle and sin, the territory of the demon world, the territory of the demons struggling to survive, all the demons, young. After opening his parents, he grew up cruelly on the edge of life and death, just wanting to lead the demon world to regain the stubbornness of a new life.

There... is the place where the commissioner once lived for a lifetime and several generations of reincarnation, and it was also her oneness and her fate.

The arms are raised, the sleeves of the robe are dancing, and the clouds are chasing the wind.

She suddenly wanted to dance. She danced in the devil's palace in her previous life. The danced her favorite dance, danced all the grievances and unwillingness in her heart, jumped out of her inner roar and compassion, and danced the dance on earth to celebrate his thirty-seventh birthday. She spent several months arranged and performed the dance, just for his birthday, and poured his heart.

But because of his intentional indulgence and the enemy's intention, she was taken away, and the dance that belonged to him never danced for him.

That's a pity, and it's also her deep affection that goes deep into the bone marrow.

The full-hearted dance seems to dance to the fullest and exhaust the life of life.

It's like a blooming flower, and it's like an illusory slender cloud.

The ink hair is flying, the beautiful face is smiling, the flower is burning, and the dark fragrance is lingering. Darken the stars day and night, and shame hundreds of flowers.

Di Simo was shocked by such a dance. In that dance, he saw compassion and dedication, suddenness and determination, deep affection and no regret, determination and gentleness, her attachment and struggle to the world, and her extreme attachment and extravagance to him!

Her enchanting expression is, but her eyes are holy. She is extremely contradictory, but she is extremely shocked. She is extremely beautiful. Although she is already a god, she has to admit that this woman, if she wants to, is enough to disturb the three worlds!

Not only because of beauty, but also because of the holy but charming source of evil in those eyes.

Di Simo suddenly closed his eyes and had never been afraid of him. Facing Zhou Min at this time, he suddenly had a fear. He did not dare to see the graceful dance, as if he was waiting for his lover to turn back.

He was afraid that once again, he, who had never been disturbed by things other than cultivation, would eventually be sent by her to entangle in his mind, unable to erase or lose...

However, sometimes, once the cause and effect of fate begins, it is too late.

The desperate and struggling person, the affectionate and unregretful person, the person who is obviously sad but pretends to be happy, is like smoke and fog, lingering in the darkness of his mind.