Chapter 2640 (1/2)

Ye Chen frowned and did not know who she was in Chu Xuan's mouth. However, seeing the people's expressions, they were all full of sorrow, and Ye Ling was no exception.

Suddenly, he turned and walked to the bamboo grove.

After him, no one followed him, only watched him pass. This night should be ye Chen and Bei Sheng. No one would disturb him. He would just pray silently in his heart, hoping that the infatuated woman would have a spirit in heaven and could see the man named Ye Chen.

Far away, ye Chen can see, fox fairy son's grave, there is a small grave, surrounded by flowers.

Reflecting the moonlight, the tombstone is more peaceful than the years, and the name engraved on the tombstone is more purplish than blood, which stings his mind.

His body trembled, his arms trembled and his eyes filled with muddy tears. Finally he knew who she was, the northern sage of xuanhuang and the princess of Jiuli nationality.

”How can you be here?”

Ye Chen settled down and gently stroked the tombstone. His voice became hoarse.

Along with the vicissitudes of life, there was a pure light in his body, which flowed out without being called. The incomparable pure power surrounded the small tomb, which was unwilling to disperse for a long time, as if to sleep with her.

At this moment, the tears in his eyes finally came out.

Hazy, he seems to see a beautiful picture: a woman in a wedding dress, full of ancient tenderness, gently brushing his face.

Under the moon, he is still like a stone statue.

His face was full of tears, and the corners of his mouth were overflowing with unstoppable blood. Tears mingled with blood and fell on her grave. A kind of heartrending pain was also torturing his sordid memory.

Oh!

There is a sigh in the dark, which is passed down from the tianxuanmen gate, and all the quasi emperors are watching.

On that day, he should rob her and bury her. The whole world knows that only he is in the dark. If he had not borrowed the Dharma, he would not have known the jade girl peak, and there was a spoony woman buried, guarding the vicissitudes of life, waiting for him to return quietly.

Chu Xuan and they were still silent. Even the little yaochi in Chu Ling's arms were dazed and aware of their sadness.

Late at night, only see ye Chen move.

He may have been too tired, maybe he was hurt too much. He sat down, buried his head, and sat between the two tombstones, one was fox fairy, the other was Beisheng; one used the blessing of fox, the other used Jingshi Xianli; one sacrificed the ninth reincarnation for him, the other buried the first generation of Fanghua for him.

His life, which should have been humble, was more precious than he had imagined.

Only because it carries too many women's feelings, it is bought by too many women's lives, such as Chu linger's, Ji ningshuang's, Liu Ruyan's, Lin's, Nanming's, Shangguan's, Shangguan's and Beisheng's.

The night is so quiet.

His long hair, like a waterfall, turns white at the speed of the naked eye, swaying with the wind, and white with emotion.

I don't know when, just see him, light blooming.

When the time came to borrow Dharma, an irresistible force pulled him into the heaven, leaving behind tears and love.

Chu Xuan and they all look up and watch ye Chen disappear. They still don't know where ye Chen should be robbed and why he should be robbed with memory.

Heaven, crape myrtle road house purple bamboo forest.

Ye Chen showed up, maintaining the action in the human world. He sat there quietly, with his long snow-white hair, which was the most dazzling. He was like a stone statue, motionless and speechless, like a puppet.

Sima Xingjun looks at her eyebrows. What's the matter? She once borrowed the Dharma and got hurt all over her body. Now it's even more weird. Her hair is white and she doesn't speak. Is she stimulated by what? Or is her daughter-in-law running away with others.