Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love.

Chapter 624: People Who Should Not Survive

"As long as you are willing to."

In An Ming's opinion, Sakura's ascension to the throne would surely involve a lot of interference, and he could just prevent some unexpected situations for Sakura.

After Sakura successfully builds the throne, there will be enough time to take her back to the train. Although the room has not been renovated yet, it will not take much time to decorate it together with Yomi Hanabi's bedroom.

Anyway, the Starry Sky Train has a lot of space. If there is a second floor, there will be a third floor of carriages. Don’t ask, the answer is the power of pioneering.

This is the Star Train, isn’t it magical?

Ying pursed her lips and smiled. As expected...she really caught up with the past in the future. As long as she met An Ming again, she would no longer need a moment of happiness.

It’s really great to meet An Ming again.

Although there seemed to be many strange women behind him, it didn't matter. After all, she was already...

It’s good that I won’t be lonely with them in Anming.

Ying didn't know the girls in her dreams, but as she knew about reincarnation, she naturally understood that they were also the heroines in An Ming's respective reincarnation simulations, and they must have profound stories with An Ming.

Sakura wouldn't care what the story was, but seeing that Hanabi and Yomi were both living well now, she was genuinely happy for them.

Huahuo always looks optimistic and cheerful, but she has a gentle heart. The same goes for Huang Quan. Although he rarely speaks, he can bring a sense of security to Anming through his actions.

With them around, Ying is assured of Anming's future; they are all trustworthy friends.

"cherry?"

"It's okay, let's go back to the house," Ying woke up from her thoughts and gave An Ming a faint smile, but for some reason she saw some restrained heartache in An Ming's eyes.

An Ming just held Ying's hand and said, "Okay."

Ying was forcing herself and didn't need any reasons or evidence. An Ming understood it at a glance.

He had many conversations with Sakura, whether in the training room of Edo Star or Lotus Heart Lake in Izumo, Sakura's expression was always so gentle. She listened to his words quietly and only provided An Ming with some help at critical moments.

How could a cherry blossom like that have such an expression? It was like a cherry blossom that had sunk to the bottom of the lake, never to float in the wind again.

Inside the wooden house, Fei, who had been eavesdropping by the window with her ears perked up, heard the footsteps getting closer outside the door, and hurriedly retreated and lay down, sliding smoothly back into the quilt, breathing evenly.

It was not until the door was pushed open by Ying that she saw Fei pretending to be asleep on the bed that a smile appeared in her eyes. She sat on the edge of the bed and gently lifted the quilt that was not covered.

After adjusting the temperature of the stove, An Ming sat down at the table. In the small wooden house, he and Ying looked into each other's eyes. A rare faint blush appeared on Ying's fair cheeks, as beautiful as the last ray of sunlight falling into the sea at dusk.

At first, Ying just felt her cheeks a little hot. She was clearly in the cold snowy field, but why did her body feel so warm and even a little hot after meeting An Ming?

After seeing An Ming's eyes, Ying didn't know what to do. The young girl just closed her eyes nervously, her long eyelashes still trembling slightly. Her hands were pressed on her knees, pinching the sides of her eyes nervously.

Dozens of seconds passed, and Sakura still felt nothing. She just opened her eyes in confusion.

At that moment, An Ming kissed her lips deeply, and the warmth flowed from her lips into her heart like water. Without any teaching, Ying subconsciously hugged An Ming.

The two of them still looked into each other's eyes, but this time they were closer to each other, not just physically, but more importantly, in their hearts.

The eyes are the windows to the soul, so An Ming will not let Ying close her eyes and escape. He wants Ying to see the feelings clearly, and he will never let go again.

There seemed to be mist from melting snow in those violet eyes, as if it was also melted by the warmth of the kiss. The two of them hugged each other tightly for a long time without letting go.

Fortunately, An Ming and Ying's physical fitness are different from ordinary people, otherwise a normal person would have been suffocated to death, let alone maintaining sanity while kissing for such a long time.

Fei, who originally wanted to continue pretending to sleep, could no longer suppress her curiosity and quietly opened one eye, and immediately saw such an inappropriate scene for children.

Fei's cheeks turned red instantly as she huddled in the quilt, but she couldn't resist her curiosity and planned to secretly watch for a while longer.

After all, it was the first time she saw Sister Ying with such a happy expression, as if she was about to melt in Brother An Ming's embrace... What exactly does that feel like?

I couldn't help but want to look at the little red face a few more times, as if I could feel the warm happiness just by doing so, until the little one was gently touched on the head by Sakura.

"Eh?"

Fei blinked stupidly, and only then realized that An Ming and Fei had been smiling at her since some time.

"It's very late," Sakura's cheeks still had a blush that had not faded. It was her first time being kissed and she felt her heart was about to burst out of her chest. The beating sound was like a drum echoing in her ears.

The cold Sakura would feel a little shy at this moment, but perhaps more of it was the heartbeat of happiness.

Of course Fei didn't know that her poor acting skills had long been seen through, and Ying would not take the initiative to expose it, but it was very late, and it would not be good for Fei to continue staying up late.

"Then Fei wants sister to hold her!" Fei smiled naively. She hadn't slept with Ying for a long time.

The cute little one thought that there were no further steps after his brother and sister kissed, and he was completely unaware that there was a light bulb shining like the sun above his head.

Ying sat back on the edge of the bed and gently stroked Fei's hair, "Good night, Fei."

At Fei's request, Ying lay on her side on the edge of the bed and gently hugged Fei's body. After noticing the lingering chill, she hugged her tighter.

An Ming sat on the chair and looked at Ying who was hugging Fei's head with a smile. They looked more like mother and daughter than sisters.

Sakura is indeed gentle in nature, and now she has even more maternal radiance.

"Brother isn't coming?" Fei blinked in confusion, and considerately moved closer to the bed against the wall, leaving as much space as possible.

"Just rest, I'll watch the stove."

An Ming smiled back. For someone at his level, he wouldn't feel tired even if he didn't sleep for a few days.

But this time, before Fei could speak, Ying took the lead and said, "It's okay." She paused for a few seconds, a serious look in her beautiful eyes, "I won't feel cold as long as you are here."

An Ming was slightly stunned. It was the first time he saw Ying express her feelings so directly. How could he refuse such a kind invitation?

On the not-so-big bed, An Ming leaned on the outermost edge, while Fei lay in the middle, looking at Sakura and An Ming beside her with a happy smile.

Somehow, the always cold nights became warm. Fei thought that if every night could be this warm, that would be the happiest future for her.

Ying leaned against the wall, her beautiful violet eyes staring at An Ming quietly. There was no verbal communication, just a silent stare, as if she wanted to engrave the image of the person in front of her into her soul and never forget it.

Never separate again...it would be great if that was the future.

The pistil is about to bloom, but before that, let her be willful for the last time and look at her beloved one more time.

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"Mei, let her talk to Da Ri!"

In the witch plane.

San Yueqi was too lazy to continue talking nonsense. Since God asked her to join Huang Quan, what strategies and tactics were needed?

Attack! Attack directly!

What kind of intelligence envoy? Just kick him to death!

Let Ah Xing bear the heavy burden alone. She will now enjoy the aesthetics of strength. No matter who the messenger is, even if it is a Star God, she will continue to attack!

Olivia was really scared. Using this kind of thing to torture her, a little loli who was thousands of years old, every day was really going to cost her half her life.

Before Ying came, she didn't tell him that she would be assigned the Void Order Envoy. Could it be that just because Fu Li was already strong enough, she was assigned the easy opponent of the Fu family's descendant?

Who will speak up for her? Why?!

Alivia: I'm already honest. Please let me go.

"You can leave directly when you get back to the train, eh... wait," Olivia was silent for a few seconds and then looked at March Seven again. Although this guy looked very stupid and fake, she always felt that he was an acquaintance she had seen somewhere.

Thinking of this, Olivia felt more and more that something was wrong, but she couldn't tell what was wrong for a while.

"Why are you looking at me?" San Yueqi raised her eyebrows. If the situation was not right, she would just go behind Huang Quan. Although Tao Yao was not a problem, she had no experience in killing the envoys.

It was all because Huanlong was too mean in the spiritual world, which caused Sanyueqi to become a little inflated for a while. Until he practiced with Fu Xuan, Robin Bird, and Huangquan Liuying on the train, he became quiet.

It turns out that it wasn't that she was very strong, but that Teacher Dahuan was weakened too much in the spiritual world.

The silly Ms. March 7th never discovered the truth from beginning to end. It was not that she was weak, nor that the illusion was bad, but that the girls in her dream were too strong.

This is equivalent to An Ming facing the God Bird at the beginning without any simulation. He naturally cannot win at all and can only rely on the "Qin" strategy to delay time.

"Wait a minute..." Olivia hissed, and the little loli jumped off the chair. She fiddled with the storage space of the staff beside her for a long time and took out a wig. Without saying a word, she jumped around and dunked it on March Seven's head.

"No, what are you doing!"

San Yueqi smoothed down her wig to see the road clearly, but found that Olivia was looking at her with a look of astonishment.

"White hair, not bad," Huang Quan who was watching gave a reliable comment. At this time, March Seven was wearing a white wig, which made her look quite special.

"Is that right? No...right, right, no!" After seeing the white-haired version of March Seventh, Olivia finally realized what the previous sense of incongruity was. That person looked exactly like March Seventh, the only difference was the hair color.

March 7: "?"

What's wrong with this guy? His left and right brains are fighting each other so hard that the computer crashes, right?

The transparent dome of the Sage Tower suddenly darkened, and the originally clear sky suddenly turned dark, as if the early morning turned into late night in just an instant.

"March, stand back."

The imperial sword was unsheathed in an instant, and the terrifying pressure of the Void Order was revealed without a doubt. Huang Quan was still calm, but also a little more solemn.

"You are... someone who shouldn't be alive," Olivia said softly, her clear eyes filled with majesty at this moment, and the staff in her hand continuously superimposed layers of elemental halos, and from the visual effect it looked like a Feng*Douluo.

A long, long time ago, she had a master named Aini.

The master had beautiful white hair like snow. He taught her a lot of knowledge and told her to believe in the path she believed in. However, he also had obsessions that she could not understand, until one day... her master touched the deepest taboo in the universe.

For one person, touch the sea.

That day, Olivia witnessed the boundary of the sea with her own eyes. The sea that brought all things together had no end. Human thinking has its limits, but the sea is endless.

The sea has existed since the beginning, but few people know where it is because it is impossible to be discovered.

Just like the pioneering star god who had gone to search for the world tree at the end of the universe, no one had ever seen him since then. The same was true for her master, who had never returned after entering the sea.

Olivia knew clearly what her master wanted to do. The sea of ​​trees connected...When the world and will met again, the universe would return to its original state.

That will be the end of the entire universe and the day of destruction for all mankind.

Compared to this, Nanook might not even be worthy of being the Star God of Destruction, which is a more extreme form of destruction than destruction itself.

Olivia knew Aini's character too well, so she had no doubt that her master would be able to return from the end of the sea. No wonder she felt inexplicably familiar with March 7 when she first saw him.

Rather than his hair color, the reason why Olivia failed to recognize him at first was San Yue Qi's personality. The contrast between his silly personality and Annie was too strong, and they didn't seem like the same person at all.

Olivia never thought that she would see a silly smile like "hehehehe" on Annie's face, so she didn't even think about it.

It was not until she put a wig on San Yue Qi that that face suddenly awakened her long-forgotten memories. If her master appeared again, he would undoubtedly be ready to connect with the sea of ​​trees.

That would bring an irreversible disaster to the entire universe, so even if she guessed wrong, Olivia could not let March 7 leave here.

"Forbidden spell - all things are destroyed!"

When the halos surrounding the staff shattered one after another, the energy torrent that was almost the essence of elements gathered at one point, and the origin crystal at the end of the staff suddenly shattered and violently gushed out all the energy towards March 7.

Wherever the energy torrent passed, a twisted elemental storm like a black hole was created. March 7's wig flew up like a petal and was swept into the torrent and annihilated in an instant.

All that San Yueqi could see was Huang Quan's unmoved back in the storm, and the imperial sword that was drawn out like thunder.

I sleep!