A pair of gentle and jade-like hands gently pressed Yang Zheng's shoulders. After a while, the palm slowly moved forward from the shoulders and wrapped around Yang Zheng's neck from behind.

With a hint of sweet breath, it lingers softly on Yang Zheng's earlobes, and two round and soft balls of soft jade press on his back, with elasticity that makes people feel rippling.

Yang Zheng gently pulled the woman leaning against his back to the front and stared at her gentle silver eyes full of love and pity.

I felt warm in my heart, and gently kissed her lips, sucked and tasted it lightly on the soft and soft touch.

The cheeks that were rubbed together became hotter, and the heat in her breath became more and more rapid. The silver eyes closed and quietly opened a gap. Seeing the fatigue on the man's face and the Sichuan character with his brows tightly twisted, her heart ached again.

She reached out to hold his face, her head retreated, and separated the lips that dissolved in one place.

"What's wrong? Not happy..."

Yang Zheng shook his head gently.

"That girl is..."

The woman's intuition was the most terrifying. Yang Zheng brought the girl back and hid in this study alone for the whole night.

So she had reasons to ask.

Yang Zheng's body stiffened and he hugged her tightly.

"I don't know her, don't ask me, don't ask me..."

Rachel could even feel his body trembling slightly. This was something that had never been done before. This strong man, even if he encountered any dangerous and difficult situation, even if his life was threatened, seemed to be weak. From everything he did, he could see his perseverance. Even if he was a godlike existence like Yunzhongcheng, he dared to challenge him.

What kind of painful and intense emotions do such a man need to make him so out of control, so confused and so helpless?

Rachel's heart was so painful.

It is precisely because Yang Zheng is tenacious, strong and smart that he can hold a shelter for her, for Sidi'an, for the people of the Guard Rong Kingdom, and even countless humans in the North and South Continents. This man who has been deified is looked at by everyone with respect, and the man in awe almost makes people forget that he actually has human emotions.

Apart from his strength and perseverance, who would experience the seven emotions and six desires of a "god" high above?

Almost even Rachel, the woman who knows him best, has become accustomed to his protection, his strength, and living under his wings, and has forgotten to understand his mood, his pain and sorrow. I have forgotten to understand the inner world of this man.

What a sorrow this is? It is not until such a man who has worked hard to survive and die for the survival of mankind that he can't bear too much pressure and tremble like a collapse in his arms. He realized that he is also a human being and will be in pain. He has no obligation to work hard for so many irrelevant people.

Is that true? Yang Zheng.

Rachel's heart was in tears, and she hated her carelessness and her incompetence.

He is the man she loves.

I had long believed in my heart that it was his woman and his wife, but have I ever had the duty of being a wife besides giving him a body? Have I ever learned about his past and shouldered the pain and pressure in his heart with him?

He hurriedly rushed from the desert to the Northern Continent, and worked in Taoyuan for so long. He rushed back to the Southern Continent because of a letter containing complaints. He had complained about him not coming to see him immediately, and knew that he usually didn't like to mention his own affairs and made him worry. But he was so at ease that he never asked a question.

I don't even want to think about his past and his origin.

Rachel hugged him, not knowing how to relieve the inner pain of his beloved man.

"A Zheng, you have to tell me any pain you have. I will not be able to stand it and let you suffer alone."

She gently stroked his back, like comforting her child.

After a long time of silence, Yang Zheng said sternly: "I'm fine, don't worry about me."

Rachel didn't believe it, she knew that Yang Zheng must have many secrets in his heart.

But he didn't say it. She didn't want to force him.

She put her hand on the back of Yang Zheng's head, gently following his black hair, and murmured gently in his ear: "Okay, as long as you are fine, A Zheng. I want you to promise me something?"

"What's the matter?" In Rachel's warm embrace, Yang Zheng felt that his physical fatigue and inner pain were flowing away like water, without the undepressed pain just now.

"No matter what, you have to let me accompany you. Even if you go to hell, don't abandon me..."

Yang Zheng was shocked all over. He gently held Rachel's head and stared at the faint perseverance in her eyes. He felt that no matter how strong his heart was, he would be melted by her eyes. He blurted out: "Fool! How could he have such an idea? I'm not worthy of you. I just want you to live well."

Rachel smiled faintly, her tender fingers slowly smeared on Yang Zheng's lips, and murmured: "With you, to me, where isn't hell?"

Yang Zheng's disguised strength collapsed, and in front of this woman, he could never be cold and calm, or calm. However, what's wrong with this? Two men and women in love would do everything they could do and do many stupid things that people in the world could not understand.

Tears slowly dripped from the corners of his eyes.

I forgot how long it took for me to cry, but now, facing the powerful sea tribe and the omnipotent Father God standing behind them, Yang Zheng, who could not even frown at all, finally burst into tears in the face of death.

"Rachel, let's get married after the sea tribe is destroyed."

His gentle words were as shocked as thunder.

Rachel fell in Yang Zheng's arms with a red face and nodded desperately. At this moment, she was so happy that she fainted. "Was that girl awake?" Yang Zheng asked a maid outside the flower garden in Weirong Palace.

The maid nodded.

Yang Zheng stood in a daze for a moment, then raised his foot and walked towards the flower garden.

I saw the arrow-leaf clover blooming in the yard of the flower garden, and the green and tender banana leaves. The yard was full of green. Some flowers appeared trembling after the rain. Summer is coming.

I have forgotten the changes in the four seasons and I have no free time to stop and appreciate the beauty of the four seasons.

Yang Zhengliu walked through the yard in a daze and walked through a corridor. He saw a petite figure by the rockery lake, put on a white dress, sitting quietly by the corridor, staring at the duckweed on the water.

The round side face, dark hair, dark eyes, long eyelashes... everything made Yang Zheng completely lost his mind in a daze.

He leaned against a pillar in the corner and looked at the girl.

It was so long that he almost forgot to breathe.

A thousand years at a glance.

For Yang Zheng, it is farther away than a thousand years, as if it was already a matter of his previous life.

"Xiao...Xiaoyan..."

The name echoed in his mind for a long time.

The childhood sweetheart plays, the little girl who hung behind him all day like a little follower, the girl who said she wanted to marry him when she was eight years old, the girl who secretly tasted the forbidden fruit with him when she was sixteen, the fiancée who made him decide to give up his favorite archaeological career and prepare to get married after returning from Amazon...

There are too many memories, too many misses, too many concerns.

In an instant, he rushed into his mind, causing him to breathe.

But all these memories, misses and concerns became chaotic as he got involved in another time and space, and began another life, and were buried in the deepest part of his heart.

There is no Xiao Yan in this world.

There is not even the earthling Yang Zhengdi, an archaeologist or a rich child in this world.

Year by year, the increasingly complex encounters have made the simple and enthusiastic earthling man Yang Zheng have long disappeared. Now Yang Zheng is another person, a famous demon general, a woman he loves deeply, and a bloody hand that controls the north and south continents, admired by countless believers. Yang Zheng is ready to duel with the "God".

How could such a person be Yang Zheng in the past?

But……

Why does my heart still hurt so much?

Why, in an instant, all the past events were about to surge, and he was almost suffocated and almost collapsed.

The collapse in Rachel's arms gradually calmed down under her tenderness. Only then did she have the courage to take a look at this familiar face again, but she clearly made up her mind and felt that she had already walked out of reincarnation. She was about to be defeated again after just one glance.

Yang Zheng closed his eyes tightly.

He covered his face with his hands in pain, and had no courage to talk to this girl with a small face, so he decided to retreat.

Two completely different lives cannot be put into one person. He dares not understand the truth now. He just wants to walk away.

Avoid it. Before he could completely clear his thoughts, he turned around and walked away quietly...

Yang Zheng's back disappeared at the corner.

The girl who had been looking at the lake as if she was lost, slowly raised her head, and looked at the place where Yang Zheng disappeared, a silver light slowly passed through her eyes.

At this moment, she was not as weak as a willow, and she was scared and had just recovered.

The corners of her mouth were slightly bent in a naughty and inexplicable curve, but her eyes were thoughtful. The rain made the sky mist with a layer of mist, and the stars and moon were gone.

The flower garden was pitch black. Except for the suffocating wind lights in the corridor, the entire inner hall was shrouded in the darkness. Several guards were guarding outside the hall, with only two maids inside. This place was at the deepest part of the palace, and there were strict defenses all the way. There were no guards here. After all, it was a house in the royal country, with most of the female relatives, and the flower garden was just a separate courtyard, so the defense was very relaxed.

The occasional worm chirping at night is obviously extremely clear.

It was late at night, and a breeze passed through the flower garden, and the wind lights in the corridor shook twice... and it was gone.

The originally dim flower garden was completely trapped in darkness, and the croaking of insects stopped, as quiet as a deserted grave.

The guard outside the flower hall fell softly in the corner of the wall, and a dark black flame spanned across it.

It seems real and illusory.

The door of the interior of the Shihua Pavilion opened silently.

A girl with bare feet and only a thin white silk skirt appeared at the door. It was the girl rescued by Yang Zheng. She was looking at the black flames in the air with a smile and a little naughty look. She giggled. However, her voice wandered in a narrow space, blocked by the invisible air pressure in the air, and could not be transmitted outside.

"Sister Xiyue, I found you cute and human, why do you have wherever I go?"

The black flames in the void slowly faded away, revealing a stunning and charming face, and smiling silently: "Xiao Yan'er, your old man was furious recently. What kind of tricks are going to destroy civilization? All the destructions are dominated by Yun Zhongjun. Those sea tribes are just numb puppet dead objects. Without Yun Zhongjun's guidance, you, Xiao Yun Zhongjun, have just taken on such a big task and ran around, so you are not afraid of touching the bottom line of your old man. Sister, I'm worried about you, so I'll advise you, don't look at you now. It doesn't matter how you cause trouble. It's because you didn't annoy that old man. Once you touch his bottom line, the old man will not be grateful for a little bit of incense. He can create you and destroy you."

Yan Yu's eyes rolled around, looking extremely playful. "Sister cares about Yan'er so much. It really makes her sister flattered. However, she loves her so much, but she is not afraid that your master will punish you. Sister, you are not very competent in the Temple Black Moon."

Xiyue cursed the little fairy secretly, and her smile remained unchanged: "Xiao Yan'er, you don't know that I'm not good for me to hurt you. Yun Zhongjun has been passed down from so many generations, and each generation fights with our temple envoys to death, but once he can do anything to the other party. Even if there are real casualties, the new messenger and Yun Zhongjun will be created immediately. Over the years, my sister has been tired of fighting. Although we are mortal enemies, they are all the consequences caused by the above. To be honest, is there any difference between us and the sea clan? My sister is tired of using this tool. It is rare to meet you, the only one who is so kind and unique, Yun Zhongjun, who has harmed you. Your old and immortal family has created a Yun Zhongjun who has no humanity to fight and kill with us. My sister will not do such stupid things."

Yan Yuji smiled: "Sister's mouth is really a dead person who can be said to be alive. It's so good, I believe you. I don't plan to make an old guy fight. But others don't know. Doesn't my sister know who made my old man so angry that he insisted on destroying the entire human civilization..."
To be continued...