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Text Chapter 893 The Sorrow of Flowers

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    Zhaoming knew that he was not Pangu, and Xue Yuhua also knew that he was not her young master.  It¡¯s just that the two of them looked exactly the same. During these days, Xue Yuhua always regarded him as her young master unknowingly.  Traveling together, resting together, drinking tea together, chatting about certain things together, bit by bit, bit by bit, they are all ordinary and simple, but they are exactly doing what Xue Yuhua and his young master once did.  She knew clearly that this was Zhao Ming, not the young master, but Xue Yuhua always regarded him as her young master inadvertently and did everything for him without any regrets.  She couldn¡¯t accept the young master dying in front of her, nor could she accept Zhao Ming dying in front of her.  He has no fighting ability, the only thing he can do is to give everything he has.  She doesn¡¯t know if she can save Zhao Ming, but what she can do is let herself die in front of Zhao Ming.  After that poignant smile, Xue Yuhua's body went limp and she fell down.  Zhaoming didn't know where he got the strength, so he stepped forward and held Xue Yuhua in his arms.  "Miss Axue, Miss Axue!" With tears streaming down his face and silence, Zhaoming once again experienced what regret was.  If possible, he hoped to go back decades ago, to Mount Tai, and firmly reject Xue Yuhua's decision to come out together.  The mysterious light on Xue Yuhua began to slowly dissipate, like ice and snow melting, turning into a dusty light like smoke and fog, which was heartbreakingly beautiful. ? Stretched out a hand, white and almost transparent, and gently pressed it on Zhao Ming's face.  "I know you are not my young master, but I also like the feeling of being by your side, especially when you need me." "I have been waiting for my young master in Taishan for too many years. I am lonely, lonely, and so  It¡¯s such a chilling feeling. I¡¯m so glad I met you, and I¡¯ve been very happy these years. I¡¯m very sorry that I lied to you. Actually, my name is not Xue Yuhua, my name is A Cao!  If you are born like grass, let¡¯s call it Acao. That¡¯s how the young master named me that year.¡± As she spoke, Xue Yuhua¡¯s eyes were filled with a divine light.  It was as if she had traveled through time and returned to that era that she missed.  With her young master, that's the whole world.  "I think I need to rest, Zhao Ming, if you meet a person named Chen Pan, please tell him: Ah Cao has been waiting for him for a long time and is tired of waiting. Find a place to rest first." "  I think he will definitely be able to find me" His face turned pale.  Exuding bursts of empty light, it faded little by little, and a slight smile appeared on Xue Yuhua's face.  No matter how hard your life is, there will always be times when you just think of some people or things, and you will smile involuntarily, and missing them makes you feel heartache.  "Ah Cao. Ah Cao!" Zhao Ming just hugged Xue Yuhua, and the woman in his eyes seemed to have merged into the same person as the woman who turned into flames in the Demon Garden.     this moment.  He was afraid, afraid, afraid of the so-called irresistible forces of fate.  The pain in the world is when you lose it, then you will know how to cherish and miss what you have.  And even more painful.  It is the gain and loss after the loss and recovery.  It turns out that Ah Cao has come back!  A little bit of clear light flew up from Xue Yuhua, flew into the sky, flew into the sky, and flew into the boundless starry sky of the universe.  That already delicate figure.  Thinner and lighter, looming.  The divine light in his eyes quickly dissipated and gradually became blank.  "The Snow Flower in Taishanshould be blooming!" The voice was soft, like mumbling to oneself. The moment it slipped, the hand caressing Zhaoming's face fell weakly.  The whole body dissipated like frost, turning into morning mist and flying quickly.  "A-Cao, A-Cao! Ah!" Zhaoming screamed in pain, then screamed in pain.  He was powerless to save himself, and he couldn't even treat himself. He could only watch the pretty figure disappear.  Heaven and earth were in mourning, the wind howled, and countless thunder and lightning crashed down on the ruins of the Eastern Palace like a torrential rain, drowning everything.  "Ah!" That roar disappeared in the thunder and lightning, but it carried the news here and spread throughout the world like a violent wind and thunder.  Donghuang Taiyi died. He died in the Donghuang Palace in Buzhou Mountain on the eighth level.  No one knows who spread the news in the first place, and no one knows what happened in the East Palace of Buzhou Mountain in the Eighth Heaven at that time, and no one knows why the nearly invincible East Emperor Taiyi died.  The only thing I know is that in the East Palace, thunder roars from the sky in an endless stream.Some people speculated that perhaps it was Donghuang Taiyi who caused the Emperor's Tribulation, but in the end he failed to overcome the Tribulation.  Some people also speculate that Donghuang Taiyi was too violent, killed too many people, and did things in his life that went against nature. Now he finally attracted the punishment from heaven and reduced the Donghuang Palace to rubble.  Too much uncertainty makes people feel nervous.  The things in the prehistoric times are so strange, like a huge whirlpool. Once you enter it, no one knows when they will disappear.  An era like this is always frightening.  Those who are powerful often die faster.  It¡¯s like the former King of the Immortal Clan, Prince Dong, became a thing of the past overnight, using his reputation to become the new emperor of the Demon Clan.  It seems that the high priest of the Wu clan, who was once the first person in the world, died in Zhao Ming's hands inadvertently, causing the name of Donghuang Taiyi to be pushed down from the pinnacle of the world.  And when the first person in the prehistoric times accidentally fell on Zhaoming's head, before he could wear it securely, the new first person in the prehistoric times went like this again, disappearing in the endless thunder.  Amidst the commotion rumors, there is one thing that everyone knows: a war in the ancient continent is about to begin.  When Donghuang Taiyi killed the high priest of the Wu clan, the cloud of war had already enveloped the world.  The Witch Clan, this warlike race, is indeed afraid of Donghuang Taiyi's overwhelming strength, but it will never be afraid or intimidated by it.  They have been waiting for the birth of the last ancestral witch. Perhaps only then can they truly suppress Donghuang Taiyi.  But now, Donghuang Taiyi suddenly died, and everything has changed.  Without this powerful man who is feared by heroes all over the world, the strength of Heavenly Court seems to have dropped sharply in an instant.  The witch clan may not need the twelve ancestral witches to attack heaven.  Ninth Heaven, Lingxiao Palace.  Emperor Jun clapped his hands and melted the golden table into water vapor. He shouted angrily: "Who can tell me what happened and why it happened?" When he arrived at the eighth level, he saw the countless sky thunders bombarding the people.  When he arrived at the East Palace, he felt completely confused.  Unlike others, he knew that Zhao Ming did not suffer misfortune because of the so-called heavenly catastrophe and punishment.  There is no doubt that someone must have taken action secretly.  He didn¡¯t know what the man in the dark had done to actually bring disaster to his invincible brother.  All the soldiers in Lingxiao Palace looked at each other, not knowing what to say.  Bai Ze shook his fan and frowned in deep thought. After a while, Bi Tie came forward and said: "Based on the situation reported by the Eighth Heavenly Soldiers, there must have been a big battle in the East Palace at that time, which caused an imbalance in the vitality of heaven and earth and caused a series of strange noises.  But the battle was over before anyone arrived, so there was no way to know what happened. " Bai Ze also took a step forward and said, "It has been a long time since the incident happened, and the ninth level genius got the news. It was not because the guards were negligent, but because someone with great supernatural powers took action to seal it.  At the entrance to the Tianmen, people cannot feel what is happening outside, and no news can be passed in from the outside. " This is the thing that makes Di Jun the most angry. The East Palace of the Eighth Heaven is right under the Heavenly Palace, right in front of you.  ¡°But such a big thing happened, and the entire prehistoric continent knew about it, but he, Emperor Jun, only received the news just now.  This is simply ridiculous, but it has become a fact, which makes people feel depressed and unable to dissipate.  "Who is it, who is it! You must find out for me who did it!" Di Jun shouted loudly.  Everyone had solemn expressions on their faces. The Emperor Jun at this moment was extremely different from usual, almost violent.  The death of the prince, Shura's dethronement, and the successive blows had made his mind wander.  Now that his best brother has been robbed, he has lost his normalcy and become violent.  "Emperor of Heaven! Now that Donghuang is dead, we will wait" Taoist Kunpeng, the national preceptor on the side, was about to say something, but was violently interrupted by Di Jun: "Nonsense, my brother is not dead, he will definitely not die.  " "But that day of thunder" Taoist Kunpeng looked confused. After the incident in the East Palace, the thunder bombardment never stopped.  The violent and terrifying thunder and lightning did not affect other places, but even with his cultivation level, he did not dare to mess with it.  From there, I couldn¡¯t feel any breath of life, and I couldn¡¯t believe that Zhao Ming could still survive.  Di Jun yelled: "Stop talking nonsense, go and check, check them all for me, see who it is, who did it!" "Follow your orders!" All the officers and soldiers in Lingxiao Palace took orders and retreated one by one.  Got out.  The West Sea.  The sea where the Witch Island once stood is now bare, with only one statue left. She looks like a goddess, looking into the sky, and she is one of the twelve ancestral witches.??The unborn statue of Houtu.  Two stone tears condensed on the face, as if pitying the vicissitudes of the world.  A figure slowly flew over and stopped in front of the statue of Hou Tu. It was Zuwu Emperor Jiang.  Looking up at the statue of Hou Tu, Di Jiang said softly: "Aren't you willing to come out? There's no use in escaping." "I'm here today, not to urge you, but to tell you. Donghuang Taiyi is dead, although I  I don¡¯t know how he died, but I have gone to the Eighth Heaven to see it secretly, and the rumors are true.¡± ¡°Without him, our Witch Clan can defeat the Demon Clan even if we don¡¯t need twelve ancestral witches.  , three days later, I will declare war on the heaven. The entire demon clan will be buried with him when he dies." "Twelve sisters, just stay alive." After Di Jiang said this, he turned around and was about to leave.  There was a sound of stones peeling off from behind.  "I, let's go together!" (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
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