After a mont of silence, Lu Chengfeng did not choose to say much, as any words were pale and powerless at this mont.
He simply walked slowly, reaching out to hold Chang’e’s jade-like hand, which, though rely a manifestation of residual thoughts, felt warm to the touch, as if carved from white jade.
Chang’e’s eyelashes quivered lightly, her lips pursed, yet ultimately she did not speak, nor did she refuse.
Since she had already agreed to him, there was no need to feign coyness, now that her life was already in a countdown.
It might as well be indulgent, perhaps this will be the last mory and experience of this lifeti.
"Don’t worry, and don’t overthink it; perhaps all of this is destined. If it were just you alone, you would inevitably fall in this Chaos Celestial Abyss, and if I hadn’t encountered you, I too would have been trapped in this Reincarnation Space-Ti," Lu Chengfeng grasped her fragrant shoulder.
"But now that fate has brought us together, everything will change."
Chang’e revealed a faint smile, "I believe in you."
At this mont, she was incredibly captivating, her eyes like two pools of water, gentle enough to lt the finest steel.
Lu Chengfeng summoned his mana, and imdiately a mist of water surrounded them, a hot spring appeared out of thin air in the void beneath his fingertips, gurgling and soon forming a pool ahead, steaming like an Immortal Lake.
"Fairy Chang’e, let bathe and dress you!"
Chang’e bit her lip slightly, her large eyes lively, her skin like congealed fat, her neck as white as a swan, as if a fairy under the moonlight, her beauty was breathtaking, yet now she seed sowhat shy.
"You truly are shaless!"
She had been imrsed in past mories, sowhat mournful, but now she was a little uncomfortable under this man’s slightly shaless words and fervent gaze, whereupon she could no longer rember sorrow.
Lu Chengfeng was also carefully admiring this beauty; he saw this Female Immortal with a graceful curve, her white sheer dress barely concealing her full bosom, with a waist that could be held with a single hand, her long and slender legs, imbued with the coolness and elegance of Ming Yue, absolutely stunning.
Untainted by the mundane world, a single smile captivating the masses.
Such a woman could not be born of the common world, so stunning she was, flawless in beauty, a perfect being created by the Spirit of Heaven and Earth.
Lu Chengfeng embraced her waist; they were pressed together under the cinnamon tree by the steaming hot spring, surrounded by mist and fragrant air.
...
Before long, a flower blood in the hot spring, exuding a fragrance that intoxicated, a delicate bloom in Ming Yue, its fragrance spreading, elegant and extraordinary.
At this mont, the blossom in the pool shed its Immortal Flower Robe, sparkling under the moon’s glow, each inch flowing with brilliance, incomparably sacred.
With Lu Chengfeng’s entry, the pool water rippled, and imdiately the immortal flower trembled violently, even as if shedding tears, dripping into the pool water, rippling away with the waves.
In the dark chaos, ti passed unnoticed, and it was unknown how long had passed when the hot spring pool cald down.
Lu Chengfeng gently embraced Chang’e, the two just leaned against each other, feeling each other’s presence.
After a long ti, Chang’e’s entire body shone with crystal clarity, holy and flawless, with a light and agile turn, and she flew into the air, her snow-white long dress falling, covering that jade-like body.
"My ti has co..."
Lu Chengfeng also rose, quietly watching her, though they were very close, it felt as if they were worlds apart.
The laurel tree that originally stood in the courtyard gradually withered, the laurel flowers falling, landing on Chang’e’s slender jade fingers, making her appear even more ethereal and transcendent, noble yet distant.
A faint light condensed at her fingertips, it was the mark of the Celestial Emperor’s Path Formation Map, which she condensed into a laurel petal.
"The flower will bloom again; as long as you can walk out from the Celestial Emperor’s Path Formation Map, there will be a day when we et again."
"Then I’ll invite you to drink under the laurel tree..."
Chang’e smiled with the rain of flowers, carefree and natural, then her form gradually dissipated, like a dream, and not long after she completely vanished, as if everything that happened before was just a dream.
Lu Chengfeng was montarily dazed, and when he ca to his senses, he found himself back in the ancient hall within the bronze coffin.
Thinking of the woman just now, his heart involuntarily trembled.
She was truly too beautiful, far surpassing any woman he had ever seen, though they knew each other for only a short ti, she was forever engraved in his heart.
The charming scene in the hot spring, the captivating monts, beca an indelible painting in his mory.
Lu Chengfeng sighed softly, his sowhat low voice echoed in the ancient hall. He looked around, seeing the deep hall, a half-dead white dog lying on the ground, which he had beaten into submission, still unconscious.
Not far away, a bronze ancient lamp had fallen, its wick flickering on and off, as if it could go out at any mont.
At this mont, divine light burst from Lu Chengfeng’s brow, the Bright Pearl Dharma Form established a cause and effect with Chang’e, imdiately connecting an extrely ancient mark in past ti-space.
Countless ancient mories unfolded like a scroll; the first thing he saw was a majestic figure, holding a jade bow, looking up at the sun with a terrifying aura flowing, an invisible sharpness startling both heaven and earth.
This person seed capable of tearing apart the heavens and the earth, possessing an astonishing sharpness.
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