Time flies, and the four seasons are reincarnated.

Another year has come in a blink of an eye.

The candlelight had been in the town for five years, and he was too lazy to go to the cultivation market again. He realized the clear sound of his feelings and changed out of monk's clothes for the man who had been with her for five years and raised long hair.

"Brother Qianhao, if I return to secular life, will the master be unhappy? Will the Buddha be unhappy?"

Qingyin often says this sentence. Although she still lives in Qingquan Temple, her heart has already been devoted to the world.

"Of course not"

At this time, Qianhao would always pat his chest and say, "Your master said that Buddha does not imprison people. As long as you are happy, your master and Buddha will be happy. Of course, Brother Qianhao will be happier."

Holding the girl's jade hand, Qianhao looked satisfied and pointed at a wasteland outside the town on the hill, saying, "This place is big enough. We built a manor. A small river was dug in front of the door, and peach forests were planted all over the mountains in the backyard. The house in the town was too frustrating, and it was still bright here. Then he hired three hundred servants and three hundred maids. By the way, he also had to look at the good guardians of the house, the chef and the groom who feeds horses. No matter how many people needed a thousand eight hundred people to be lively."

Let the other party hold his little hand, Qingyin covered her mouth and giggled, "I want so many people, does Brother Qianhao want to be the master?"

"I was born to be a master, gaga," Qianhao said with a strange smile: "When we become a relative, we will give birth to many babies. At that time, the nurse will also find a group of babies. It is even more troublesome when the baby grows up. How can we not have enough staff in the family?"

Every time I talk about this, Qingyin's little face turns red, pursing the corners of her lips, pinching her clothes, shyly with a hint of yearning. This charming look makes Qianhao drunk every time

When you are drunk, you will dream, and when you dream, you will finally wake up.

Gradually, Qian Hao, who was lively and active, and his rascal voice became much quieter. The manor he yearned for was still a wasteland, and he himself often sat on the hills and stared at the direction of the wasteland in a daze, sometimes it took a day and a night to see it.

Qianhao's strangeness gradually became clear about Qingyin. She had asked, but the other party shook his head and said nothing.

On this day, the girl in blue put her head on Qianhao's shoulders, and the two sat silently on the hills, looking at the wasteland in the distance, as if it didn't matter if she saw the world.

"Qingyin, I will teach you how to practice."

Qianhao, who was silent, finally spoke, his voice a little hoarse, but his eyes were filled with hope.

He is not a mortal, nor is he a mortal in Changning Domain. He is a monster, a powerful monster with prehistoric bloodline. In fact, he is a human or a monster. Qianhao doesn't care. What he cares about is that he will eventually leave this world and return to the Qinghuan. What he cares more is his body.

That is the body of Zhulong Wanpo. He is Zhuhuo Qianhao. He is just a wisp of accompanying spirit flame.

The humbleness that I have never experienced before is most likely to appear in front of the person I love the most. Qianhao found his favorite in his life, but found that he was not qualified to fall in love with others.

It seemed like a cold joke made by heaven. Qianhao looked at the deep sky and felt confused for the first time.

"My brother Qianhao and I practice, and we are not afraid of being hard and clear."

Perhaps it was a ray of sparks bursting out in the cold winter, and the firm whispers of clear voices diluted the confusion in Qianhao's heart a little, but only a few.

"Actually, I'm not Mr. Bai, I'm just a servant."

"Qingyin doesn't care."

"I'm not a human race. If I show up, you will be frightened."

"Not afraid of clear voice."

"There is a soul in my body. If he appears, I will disappear."

"Qingyin will wait."

Qingyin pinched Qianhao's hand, used the best strength to pinch it, and said firmly: "Wait for Brother Qianhao to come back."

There seemed to be a rain in front of me. After revealing the truth that was suppressed in my heart, Qianhao felt much more happy, but why did the girl in front of me become blurred

Oh, it turns out that the eyes will flow

He stood up suddenly, Qianhao regained his heroic spirit again and said happily: "My master is a very good person. Although he sometimes scolds me, he treats me as his younger brother. A long time ago, I stole a lot of precious fruits from my master. My master was so angry that his face turned blue, and he just scolded me. Hehe, my master is very powerful and he will not let me disappear. At that time, I beg my master to help me reshape my body. Even if Wanpo wakes up, it doesn't matter."

Thinking of his master, Zhuhuo's confusion was truly fading.

Indeed, as he said, Zhulong's position in Bai Yi's heart is no different from that of brothers and sisters. Even his tyrannical companion spirit flame is still very important in the eyes of his master.

Xiaoyao Immortal Lord values ​​love, and this candlelight is very certain. As long as his master knows about him and Qingyin, there will definitely be a solution.

Abandoning the confusion in his heart, Qianhao returned to his original appearance again. The next day he happily went to the town to hire craftsmen and laborers to build a huge manor on the wasteland outside the town. Watching the progress of the manor construction every day became the happiest time for Qianhao and Qingyin.

With the construction of the craftsmen, the outline of this huge manor has appeared in January. In the beautiful time when we were supposed to be looking forward to the new home, a ray of cloud gradually appeared.

Qianhao began to become more and more sleepy. Sometimes he slept for three days and three nights. When he woke up, he was not very energetic.

For Qianhao's illness, Qingyin went to the clinics in the town. Almost all the doctors had visited them, saying that it was nothing serious, but no one could tell the truth.

Qianhao was sick, Qingyin became more and more anxious and became thinner. Even a strange cultivation method that Qianhao gave her before was stopped. He stayed by the other party all day long. Every night, the girl would make a vow to the stars in the sky, begging the Buddha to bless her brother Qianhao to recover as soon as possible.

Monsters will not get sick, and at least level seven monsters will never be plagued by illness.

Qianhao couldn't understand why he was so sleepy, but he always had an ominous premonition. He wanted to go to the cave far away to find his master, but his strength became less and less, and finally it became difficult to walk. And even if he returned to the cave now, he might not even have the power to open the restrictions outside the cave.

As if he was old, Qianhao, who was powerless, forced out of the town after waking up, helped Qingyin to help him into the unbuilt manor.

He wanted to take a look and see when the most important wish in his life will be realized.

He wanted to see if this place called home could belong to his humble companion fire

"Brother Qianhao, let's worship the heaven and earth."

The whisper beside him was light and determined, and a trace of vitality burst out from Qianhao's unswerving eyes. He nodded with all his might.

In the ruined manor, a young man and woman stood in hand, and Qianhao laughed. This moment was probably the happiest memory in the long river of his life.

"Worship in heaven and earth"

The weak Qianhao pulled the girl to bow deeply to the world. When he got up, he needed the other party to support him.

"Here, my master is in seclusion in the east, and your master's tomb is also in the east. We worship the east and the second worship the high hall."

Qianhao's figure who was bowing down swayed slightly, and then was supported by Qingyin. The girl's eyes were covered with tears, but there was no regret in her expression.

"Don't cry, your brother Qianhao, you can't die." Zhuhuo stretched out his hand with difficulty, wiped away the other party's tears, and said weakly: "House and wife bow to each other"

After three bows, Li Cheng, from then on, the two of them were going to be the name of husband and wife. However, Qingyin, who raised her body, found that the other party could not get up. No matter how she helped her, she could not help Qianhao's body.

Just as the girl was anxiously trying to help the other party, a stream of light appeared in Qianhao's eyes, which had already become empty, and then it was replaced by a layer of indifference like eternal ice. At the same time, a strange and powerful aura of level 8 monsters suddenly burst into pieces on this home that Candlelight Qianhao was looking forward to.
Chapter completed!