Fu Chi's pupil color gradually changed.

It was the silver of ice and snow, and the gleaming purple, and the hair gradually elongated, turning into a dreamy snow-like silver hair, which was gently spread down and sprinkled on the bed.

His face has also undergone slight changes, as cold and gentle as ice and snow, without the strong Ling Ran in his breath.

There was no expression on his face, he lightly put his hand on Luo Ci's hair, lowered his head, his voice was low, with an indescribable tenderness, "Don't be unhappy."

In front of others, he is the sovereign **** who is cold and distant, leaving her tenderness alone.

This is their first time on the small plane, with all their memories together.

The **** in the completed form gently put his hand on the head of the little **** in the unfinished form, which is to appease, but it is more pity.

Before she could truly grow into a **** who could take responsibility, she was forced to carry the power bestowed by heaven and earth, like a fruit that was forcibly ripened.

Stumblingly controlling the power that was instilled in him, he must come out of the pain of losing his relatives and be a fair and just heir of the heavenly way, and maintain the light and dark of the plane.

An identity like the Dao of Heaven may be supreme, but it cannot be biased. If it loses justice and destroys the norms of the plane, it will be backlashed by the rules.

He even had to endure the negative aura from the three thousand planes with his own body.

If the shadow value of a plane is too high, the plane will collapse, and the way of heaven is equivalent to the container in it, loading those shadow values, and purifying it little by little.

So she endured the pain of the heart all the time, until the flower of life was taken away.

Once all the dark values ​​cannot be purified and accumulated to the extreme value that can be tolerated, the gods will also fall.

Luo Shui had been surrounded by dark aura for a long time, and that person collected those things and injected them into the body, so Luo Ci was affected by it.

Otherwise, what can hurt the way of heaven itself.

...

Rong Qing stretched out his hand to hold her face lightly, and the heterochromatic pupil looked at her quietly, his voice was very soft, "Can I hug you?"

Obviously it is already the fourth plane, but he is still inquiring with some nervousness, and he is not afraid of anything, just afraid that she will reject him.

After all, he made up his own mind and didn't explain anything to her. He left out that system. I didn't expect it to be so... stupid.

Just with it, she'll be better anyway.

In fact, he never thought that she would be willing to do the task before he suffered the erosion of the dark value for her.

He rarely showed up in front of her, but only refined a pair of wings for her when they first met, and they never met again.

He was just... just guarding her unilaterally.

These, he himself knows.

Rong Qing didn't recognize his feelings before. For millions of years, he has been alone, ignoring all living beings.

His spiritual sense is powerful, and with a swipe, he can know what is going on around him.

When Luoshui first appeared a small and weak flower bone, he knew it.

The flower bones are very small, pure white, and very beautiful before they bloom, exuding a pure and soft atmosphere.

Luoshui is very exclusive and will burn all external factors, but it carefully guards the flower bones and strives to absorb spiritual energy to nourish it.

At that time, it was just a glimpse of consciousness, until she was born, a small one, stumbled over, and he couldn't help reaching out and gently catching her.

This is the first time I have moved my sympathy.

He thought it was just that.

Because the Lord God's breath is strong, other gods dare not approach, and he does not want the little guy to be afraid, so he rarely appears in front of her.

Just an occasional silent stare.