"Thank you, thank you."

Yun Ruoxi smiled slightly: "In the future, you are all heroes of the realm of the gods. When I board the supreme position, I will not forget everyone."

Everyone waited for the words of Yun Ruo. After hearing this, they laughed a few times and they were happy.

"Well, I hope the Yun girl will not forget today's words, and then come back to find you after we have destroyed the demon world."

The middle-aged man smiled and turned and rushed toward the night.

Not a moment, everyone else has disappeared, and only one of her is left in the night sky, independent of the evening wind.

Yun Ruoxi was about to turn and leave, and suddenly she stopped.

I saw the man in the void, the handsome and unparalleled face reveals the isolation and isolation.

His beauty is like that of the moon, and a white hair is extremely dazzling in this moonlight.

The face of "you" Yun Ruo’s face changed from the initial shock to the joy, and the tender-eyed eyes stared at the man standing in the void. "Are you back?"

He is finally back!

Excited in the heart of the cloud, her face also became puffy, like an 18-year-old girl, shyly looking at her beloved man.

"You go back to the shrine.

The first words of the opening of the wind glass slammed the heart of the cloud.

"Why," her throat was a little dry. "Why should I let me go back? The demon world has killed the gods. Shouldn't I take care of it?"

"go back."

The voice of the man, as always, carries the order.

The heart of Yun Ruo’s heart gradually calmed down. She clenched her fists tightly and closed her eyes lightly.

On the day of the first encounter, the man was glaring at the removal of the peach blossom on her hair for a woman.

His smile is so gentle, his eyes are so loved.

Maybe the glaze never knows. At first glance, she sinks into his gentle smile, and then she can no longer extricate herself.

But why is there only that woman in his eyes, never paying attention to her?

Even if the woman is dead, he never forgot her.

More for her, white hair overnight.

"Glass," Yun Ruoxi held the powder fist tightly, and walked slowly toward the glass. Her voice was soft, but her eyes were filled with pain. "Is she still not dead?"

The wind glaze is still calm, with one hand on the back and a light dust.

From his expression, he could not conclude his thoughts.

"Because she is still alive, so you don't want me to go to the demon world, can you?" Yun Ruoxi smiled.

Her smile was mad, tears flowed from her eyes, gazing sadly and sadly at this beautiful face.

"Why have I loved you for so many years, I have waited for you for a thousand years, but you have treated me like this? What is the place that I am not as good as her? Just because the person you know first is her?"

The wind glazed in the light and looked at it.

This eye, but let the cloud if it falls like a hail, it is cold.

Yun Ruoxi closed his eyes in pain.

She knew that she would work harder, and her position in his heart was still not as good as that woman.

"I know it," Yun Ruoxi said with a bitter smile. "I won't go to the trouble of the demon world, but I will not go. The few honors of the Jingu will also go."