Chapter 1832 Finale [33]

But after a thousand years, he still has no news about Yue'er...

In the vast world, the vast universe, the sun, the moon, the stars, mountains, rivers, and vicissitudes of life, a ray of soul is like a speck of dust, erratic, without any traces to catch. Searching like this is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack.

"Jing, we all know that you have tried your best. If Yue'er was still alive, she would not want to see you so sad..." Looking at the slender and cold figure in front of him full of loneliness and desolation, Mu Rufeng's heart ached. It's not easy.

Nalan Jing still did not speak, but his eyes were fixed on the thousands of stars on the platform, and his brows were tightly frowned like green peaks.

Why a thousand years have passed, and there is still no news of Yue'er...

When the way of heaven disappeared, he clearly told him that Yue'er had a chance to be reborn, and Yue'er had a ray of spirit floating in the world.

But after a thousand years have passed, will that wisp of Yue'er's soul also disappear?

Thinking of this, Nalan Jing's heart was filled with sorrow and sorrow, his whole heart seemed to be filled with sorrow, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable, even a thousand arrows piercing his heart could not compare to the endless sorrow in his heart at this moment...

If it wasn't for that time, when he fell into the tricks of the inner demon, Yue'er wouldn't have died...

The one he would rather die was himself...

Yue'er, where are you?

It has been a thousand years, and Jiujiu's soul has been successfully re-condensed, and his body has been re-cultivated. Yue'er, when will you come back?

We are all waiting for you to come back...

Seeing that Nalan Jing remained silent as usual, Mu Rufeng sighed softly. His only sister disappeared to save everyone, and his heart was filled with grief. Whenever he thought of Yue'er's voice, With a smile, his heart hurts like a knife.

"Is he still like that?" Pan Zhijun stepped forward, looking at Mu Rufeng in front of him and asked, she didn't dare to disturb Nalan Jing.

"En." Mu Rufeng nodded, his dark eyes were full of worry, he was really worried that Jing would go crazy if he continued like this.

Perhaps Jing has already gone crazy, and now he can still maintain his belief in living because of Yue'er's ray of spirit...

But a thousand years have passed, if Yue'er's spirit is not there at all, it is really hard for him to imagine whether Jing will go crazy in an instant.

"Hey... It hurts to look at me, husband, you said Yue'er and Jing, the two of them have gone through so much, why can't they be together in the end?" Tong Xiaoxiao's eyes were flushed, and there was a sparkle in her eyes. Shui Wu, looking at Mu Rufeng with a sad face, asked softly, as if asking about the injustice of the heavens.

But now the scene is already heavenly...

As the Dao of Heaven, he still can't save the woman he once loved the most...

"Hey..." Mu Rufeng let out a long sigh, he put his arms around Tong Xiaoxiao's shoulders, his eyes were also full of sadness.

"Mother, I will definitely come back..." Nalan Xueling's beautiful face like an elf showed a trace of faith, but she didn't know how long this faith could support her.

She raised her head and looked at the man dressed in red like fire beside her. For a thousand years, she had never seen a smile on his face.

In Huo Xi's heart, in his eyes, there is really no trace of himself, even a trace is fine...

She lowered her eyes slightly, and let out a faint sigh. When she couldn't find her mother's soul, she was not qualified nor in the mood to think about these things...

Just as she was about to turn around and leave, a silver light suddenly lit up on the star-leading platform. Although the silver light disappeared in a flash, everyone still caught a trace of something unusual.

"That's..." Nalan Xueling opened his eyes as clear as autumn water in shock, and a trace of surprise slowly overflowed in his eyes.

"Yue'er..."

Finally, the man who hadn't spoken for a thousand years opened his sexy thin lips slightly, and a hoarse voice full of excitement escaped from his lips.

Finally, there was another expression on that indifferent face like a glacier, and a trace of excitement gradually appeared in the depths of his purple eyes.

There was only a flash of white clothes in the air, and he disappeared on the star-leading platform in an instant, rushed into the thousands of stars on the star-leading platform, looking for a trace that had disappeared long ago.

Everyone looked slightly surprised, and there was a trace of excitement and excitement on their faces.

"My lord, have you found your master's soul?" Bai Xue's face couldn't help showing excitement, her vermilion lips parted slightly, and her clear, song-like voice was trembling because of the excitement.

"Yes, it must be!" Xiao Xuan'er's face was also full of excitement, and she clasped her hands tightly together. For a thousand years, the lord has been guarding the Yinxing Platform day and night, Finally found the wisp of master's soul!

Very good!

"Master..." Tong Ling's eyes were full of mist, and his delicate and handsome face was full of unstoppable joy. His black eyes were full of frightening light, and he stretched out his hand to hold the woman beside him. hand, "Xuan'er, when master comes back, let master and master officiate the wedding for us, okay?"

"Okay!" Xiao Xuan'er looked shyly at the man in front of her, and nodded heavily. In the past thousand years, although she and Tong Ling communicated with each other, they were not married, because the passing of their master made them grieve endlessly. With the intention of getting married, they made an agreement that when the master came back, the master would officiate the wedding for them...

So Tong Ling waited for her for a thousand years...

So affectionate, how to live up to it?

The woman's slender arms wrapped around Tong Ling's neck, she tiptoed lightly, and kissed Tong Ling's lips, a shallow kiss like a dragonfly's touch, a flowery smile bloomed on her delicate and gorgeous face: " Thank you for keeping you waiting for so long, Xiao Lingzi."

"Silly girl, for you, even if I waited ten thousand years, I have no regrets." Tong Ling put his arms around her slender waist, with a happy and sincere smile on his face, not to mention that it was his master.

Master treated him so well, and his heart was filled with grief, and he couldn't sleep all night.

"That's great." Looking at the scene in front of her, Meng Ximo couldn't help but take Tianshuo's arm, leaning her head lightly on his shoulder, with a slight smile on her lips.

"En." Tianshuo nodded with a smile on his lips.

...

On the ancient streets of Chang'an, it was cold and quiet, and the pale moonlight sprinkled from the sky, like a layer of silver frost.

At the end of the street, a person dressed in white walks slowly, like an elf stepping out of the dark night, the white clothes are like snow, not stained with dust.

The girl is wearing a tight-fitting white dress. The collar, sleeves, and hem of the skirt are embroidered with silver silk flowers, delicate and lifelike.

As the girl walked, she fluttered gently, as if she had come to life.