You Are Too Ugly, I Refuse - Chapter 133

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When the branches of the peach blossom branches that had withered for a long time in the fairy world first had new buds climbing, Xiaolu Shangxian was removed from the fairy bone and broke into the lower realm. In this world, he can no longer re-enter the nine days as a fairy.

On the day she left, all the flowers in the fairyland withered, and even the peach buds were withered. It seems that this year, the fairyland will not see a little brighter colors-everywhere is dead and dead.

“…Have Xiaolu gone?” Junjun stood by the Tianchi and looked up at the withered peach branch.

Yu Wen slammed his head and replied: “Yes, Lizheng Demon King has been waiting for her at the entrance of Xianjie.”

Before execution, he went to Xiaolu’s last look and asked her if she regretted it. How did Xiaolu answer him?

——”No regrets, he is waiting for me.”

“It’s great,” Huo Jun murmured. “The teacher is not waiting for me. Even if I’m waiting for him, he won’t come.”

Yu Wen slammed his hand, silently wondering how to answer the call.

But Junjun did not seem to want him to speak, let go of his right hand, revealing the ink ball that he had been holding in his palm. The ink ball was heated and turned into ink in one hand, dripping down the fingers. He folded a dead branch from the peach blossom tree and asked Yu Wenmeng: “Will the peach blossom still bloom?”

Yu Wenmeng thought that he was asking the peach blossoms on the sky road of Fairyland, and he answered: “Yes.”

Jun Jun nodded stunnedly, said: “After I leave, you can choose a new jun from Yunminghai royal family.”

Yu Wenmeng heard his words, and his pupils shrank suddenly, kneeling down on one knee and saying, “Emperor!”

Bound Jun untied the emperor’s crown on his head and threw it into the water as soon as he raised his hand: “Sister Huang is actually right, I am not qualified to be in the supreme position of this fairyland as soon as I am born. Heavy, I hope the new emperor will not regret it.”

After saying this, he turned around and walked towards the imperial palace, turning his back to Yu Wenmeng, saying: “Call the old immortals to the imperial palace.”

Yu Wen hesitated for a moment, frowning, but he did as he did.

Then, the palace was full of blood.

Yu Wenmeng stood like this outside the door, watching silently as Junjun killed the last fairy in the temple. He still splashed Yu Wen’s blood on his face, but he just twitched his eyelashes, raised his hand to wipe off the blood beads, and waited for Junjun to continue to give orders.

Bianjun was covered with blood at this time, and the ink on his right hand was mottled by the blood, and hung down on his fingertips, like a little cinnabar between the eyebrows after the ink fell.

He dropped the sword in his hand and sat in a **** hall like a child, laughing happily: “I want the teacher to pick me up.”

Yuwen whispered, turned around without saying a word, and immediately walked towards the town demon tower.

So Fuyunzhi had the second chance to go out of the tower, but after he heard Yuwen Meng’s words, he never had the thought to admire the fairy tales of the fairy tales for many years, and the mountains and rivers.

When he saw that besides the emperor’s clothes, he sat on the stairs covered with blood and waited for his **** king, Fuyunzhi didn’t know whether he hated him more or felt more distressed-maybe he didn’t go to the beginning In front of him, hug the powder dumplings, now he will not become like this.

Fuyunzhi spoke again and called his name: “Junjun…”

“Teacher…” Junjun smiled happily, “I’m waiting for you.”

Fuyunzhi walked in front of him, raised his hands to wipe away the blood on his face, and then pulled out a red string from his arms and tied it carefully in his hands.

Junjun asked him, “What is this?”

“Red thread… The red thread that binds the two of us together forever.” Fu Yunzhi replied slowly. He raised his head and stared at the eyes of Jun Jun. “Shall we go back?”

Hujun grabbed his clothes: “Okay…”

After that?

Sitting on the cold stone floor of the town demon tower, Junjun recalled those past events.

After that, it was 40,000 years that we never met.

Fuyunzhi lied to him.

He didn’t want to be with him anymore. He would rather cut a piece of meat from himself, and use pen and ink to outline a girl who would never grow up to accompany him, rather than look at him who was always waiting for him.

He was so jealous of falling leaves.

He has been wondering why Fuyunzhi refused to forgive him. After thinking for tens of thousands of years, he still can’t understand it. He sometimes even thinks that Fuyunzhi has knitted a illusion that almost has growth for him as he had originally. He is also the student who sits at the desk and listens to the teacher’s instruction every day.

However, all this is true.

Because the piece of peach blossom he had folded before he left was never blooming.

Until the apprentice of Yun Caiye came to him, he had little hope.

He knew Yun Caiye-that talent is extremely high Jianxiu, he also knows that his apprentice likes him.

If not, why should his apprentice be so nervous?

Is Xu Yunzhi annoying that he forced him?

So Junjun told Zhu Yuan to let him try it too—forcing him to respect his master.

However, Yun Caiye forgave his apprentice.

When Zhu Yuanyuan promised to send the most colorful piece of peach blossom in the fairyland, he suddenly awoke, why in the end did Fuyunzhi refuse to forgive him.

He worshipped Fuyunzhi as a teacher, but he wanted to rely on the control of the old school fairy, and Fuyunzhi recognized him as a student, but he was seriously teaching him. Teach him to be a man, and teach him to be a wise king, even if he cannot benefit all beings, he cannot harm the Six Realms.

But he lived up to his expectations.

He first forced Jingyuan away, and then made a bet on the two realms of Immortal and Demon. Countless soldiers, thousands of miles bones.

He hasn’t done a business that Heavenly Emperor should do for ten thousand years. He called Linghang Shangxiande unworthy of his position. Why not?

How good would it be to wake up early…

When Luo Xiye came to play with him as usual, Lijun raised her hand and grabbed her sleeve corner: “Xi Ye, can you do a favor for Brother Nine?”

Luo Xiye frowned for a moment and thought, “I have to ask Dad.”

Junjun nodded her nib: “Can’t your dad know about this.”

Luo Xiye heard the words more hesitantly.

But Jun Jun said: “Remember the string of candied fruit your dad gave you before?”

“Remember!” Luo Xiye’s eyes lit up suddenly, “Sweet and sour, but delicious!”

“There is something more delicious than it, called Peach Blossom Cake.” Junjun said, taking a white jade bottle from his sleeve, which contained a dead piece of peach branch, “You put this piece of peach branch on your father’s On the table, then Cai Ye Shang Xian will come to pick you up for peach blossom cake.”

“Really?” Luo Xiye was excited first and then languished. “But Dad said I can’t go out of the tower.”

“It’s okay, you can still come back.”

When Luo Xiye heard this from him, he immediately grabbed it from him, grabbed the white jade bottle, and ran downstairs: “Go to that night!”

Looking at her leaving back, Junjun smiled slowly, and pulled out a full bloom of peach blossoms from his arms-this was brought by Zhu Yuan, and the branch he used to illusion was the one he followed. Brought by the floating cloud branch into the tower that day.

After 40,000 years, it finally opened.

Yuwen Meng did not lie to him.

Bound Jun clenched the peach branch in his hand and said softly:

“Teacher, I haven’t seen you for a long time. The students miss you.”