The No. 1 Sword Cultivator in History [Transmigration Book]

Ten thousand years later, Desolate Star X-42.

A very tall building rose on the ground.Clouds and mist shrouded the extremely high building, and there were hundreds of layers of barriers.Su Shisan sat peacefully in front of the desks, the windows were bright and clean, and the spring was blooming outside.His long hair hangs down, his snow-colored cloud robe is half open, with a white jade pen dangling from his mouth, he is tilting his head thinking about something.

Qingliu Dalang hurriedly pushed the door in from the outside.

"Baby!"

The voice was high-pitched and high-pitched.

Su Shisan surprised him, the pen holder fell from his mouth, splashed on the rice paper, and blossomed ink flowers.

"It's been more than 1 years, why are you still so frizzy!"

Su Shisan gave him an angry look.

Qingliu Dalang originally wanted to say something when he opened the door, but now he forgot.All I could see was a large expanse of white snow.In an instant, his head buzzed, his eyes were dark red, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Baby, you..."

"No promise!"

Su Shisan lazily stood up, simply stopped writing, and walked barefoot across the floor paved with gold bricks.When he was five or six steps away from Qingliu Dalang, he stood still.

"Simply have nothing to do, I want to sort out the things you and I have experienced in the past."

"You want to write a book?" Qingliu Dalang was surprised.

"Why, is there a better way to pass the time?"

Qingliu Dalang swallowed, then pressed his hand to his nose, his voice hoarse. "Of course there is, it's just..."

"It's just that I don't want to right now!"

Su Shisan sneered, cutting off Qingliu Dalang's intentions. "You only remember this all day long, and you don't get tired of panic!"

"Of course I'm not tired of being with you!" Qingliu Dalang hastily confessed. "Even if there are another ten million years, I will never get tired of it!"

"You're not tired, I'm tired!" Su Shisan was angry and funny.

"It's not like it used to be outside now. There are hundreds of thousands more living beings on Desolate Star X-42. They live at home outside and offer a temple. They treat you and me as gods, but if they see what we are doing inside," Su Shisan couldn't continue. "You don't feel ashamed!"

"Doing it with your own wife, what's there to be ashamed of!"

Qingliu Dalang laughed loudly, and then leaned over with a sneer. "Do you want?"

"do not want!"

Su Shisan glanced out. "It's still daytime!"

"Then, at night?"

Su Shisan didn't say a word, his eyes turned, and there was radiance in them.

Qingliu Dalang was overjoyed immediately, grabbed his hand and clasped his fingers.

The two stood side by side. From their point of view, the mountains outside the extremely high building stretched beyond sight. There were four deep seas, two oceans, and dozens of small countries.People in all countries live and work in peace and contentment, enjoying themselves in harmony.

Now this is no longer a desolate star, but a planet that is truly capable of breeding all living things.

"I never thought that you and I would have today!" Su Shisan sighed slightly.

"Why didn't you think of that?" Qingliu Dalang stood close to him. "From the first time I saw you, I've been thinking about this day!"

"Tsk!" Su Shisan sneered. "It turns out that in previous lifetimes, the extremely tall buildings I dreamed of are now! The timelines are criss-crossed, it's really disappointing!"

"Confused?" Qingliu Dalang was stunned. "Don't you have any shortcomings, baby?"

The next moment, the voice became hoarse.

"Do you think I'm not working hard enough? I can still improve! Seven times a night, double! Go hand in hand!"

"Get out!" Su Shisan cursed with a smile.

The bright light in the room was shining brightly, and the pupils of the two reflected each other.

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Thousands of years, ten thousand years—immortal!

Thousands of mountains, ten thousand mountains—endless!

I only wish to live forever with you.