He is like the old man, not the old man

Yingran's gaze was too direct, and Fu Yin couldn't bear it for a while, so she turned her head and walked away.

He spent a few days busy in the Immortal Palace, devoting all his attention to the handover between the Heavenly Emperor and him, and he didn't dare to think about the people who had gradually become strangers to him these days.

It was clearly only a few days of sobriety, but it seemed that hundreds of years had passed. The emperor father and Chang Chu were no longer kind, and they did not hesitate to attack him in order to get rid of Yingran, treating the lives of thousands of immortal soldiers as nothing; In order to survive, he knew that he liked Tai Heng, but he still ruthlessly took Tai Heng away.

These relatives who are extremely close to him gather together, slashing his heart with sharp knives, forcing him to face the facts, hundreds of years of hard work, there are not as many traces left on him as these few days.

More and more fairy families gathered in the fairy world, waiting happily for the day when the throne will change. Fu Yin met many people one after another, and was so busy that the sky was dark. Mu Xijun stayed behind him, reminding him a few words from time to time, Teach him to deal with people gracefully.

There were too many things, and he forgot his promise to the Emperor of Heaven.

On the day when the Heaven Swallowing Sword was delivered, Fu Yin's smile froze on his face. Seeing his dazed look, the Heavenly Emperor helplessly supported the purple gold crown on his head, and said softly, "I know this is too much for you. It's difficult, but it's really good for you only if you go."

Fu Yin's complexion was difficult to distinguish, and it took a long time to answer in a low voice: "I understand."

On the day Yingran died, Fu Yin recalled some past events.

"I always cry."

"It's cute to cry."

"I want to get rid of this problem."

Yingran thought for a while, "Okay, I have a solution."

Later, when her husband cried out angry or frightened, Yingran would always conjure up thin feathers to tickle him.

He was crying, laughing and struggling, scolding Yingran loudly: "You bastard!"

Yingran cast a spell to stabilize his hands and feet, and laughed loudly: "Are you still crying? Are you still crying?"

"Don't cry, don't cry, hahahahahaha, stop scratching, you bastard hahahahahaha!"

Later, Fu Yin cried less.

This day, he hugged Yingran, whose body was getting lighter, and wept uncontrollably. Yingran raised his hand to wipe his tears, and asked him with a smile: "Why are you crying again, be careful that I will tickle you."

Fu Yin cried with her head down, unable to speak.

He knew that what he did was right, if he let Yingran go, Yingran would kill without distinction of good and evil in order to survive, even if Yingran was willing to stop hurting the innocent for him, he could not forget that he had died in Yingran If those people under his command were to discover Yingran's identity in the future, his throne would also be threatened.

Yingran hugged him tightly, buried her face in his arms, and sighed softly, "I can't accompany you anymore, so don't cry anymore."

Fu Yin shook his head.

Yingran sighed falsely, "I've been with you for so long, why don't you even give me a promise?"

Fu Yin looked at the blood all over his body, and squeezed out a sentence with difficulty, "I promise you, I will never cry for anyone or anything in the future, no more, Yingran, no more .”

His voice was very unpleasant, and Piansheng Yingran laughed when he heard it.

Yingran pursed her lips, her eyes gleamed with satisfaction and coldness, as if thinking of someone, a hint of arrogance gradually appeared on her face.

He rubbed against Fu Yin's arms, changed into a comfortable position, closed his eyes, and prepared to step into the gate of the end of death.

Suddenly, two words floated above.

"elder brother."