Emperor’s Domination

The time stopped when the two men clasped their necks.

Finally, the woman raised her head, softly comforted her arms, held Li Qi's neck and kissed Li Qi Night.

Li Qinight also had to close his arms, hug the woman tightly, and kiss the woman with a fierce kiss. No one wanted to let go. As such, the time was like millions of years passed.

And finally, the two of us just loosened up and looked at each other as if nobody wanted time to pass.

“If you will…” Ultimately, Li Qi Night opened his mouth, his voice was gentle and full of rhythm, which was a very big decision.

The woman's fingers gently pressed Li Qinight's lips and shook her head gently. “That's it, just right. ”

Li Qi sighed softly at night and stopped pushing himself. He nodded softly.

“Goodbye.” Finally, Li Qi Night gently said that this seemed to echo between heaven and earth. Li Qi Night's heart was echoing for a long time.

“Goodbye, my love.” The woman looked deeply at Li Qi Night and finally said seriously: "Perhaps never again, this is the best ending, don't you think? ”

Li Qinight was silent and did not answer the woman's words, he just chose to be silent.

“Goodbye.” Finally, the woman still couldn't help but kiss Li Qi Night deeply, and as the light grew dimmer on her.

Finally, when the sound of a "bang” was heard, only the woman's entire body was glowed and then swayed with the wind, falling between the heavens and the earth.

Watching countless particles of light fall between the heavens and the earth, Li Qi watched in a dazed manner and watched in a demented manner. He sat there, motionless, as if he had become a fossil and a statue.

“Goodbye -” I don't know how long it took for Li Qi Night to whisper. At this time, unconsciously, a drop of tear was drawn from the corner of Li Qi Night's eyes. It seems that there is nothing brighter than this drop of tear. It seems that there is nothing more beautiful than this drop of tear. In this world, nothing is more precious than this tear.

Unfortunately, no one in the world can see the tears of Li Qi Night.

Outside the ancient temple, the old slaves waited quietly with Van Bai. They didn't dare to disturb Li Qi Night. They didn't even dare to cough, afraid to disturb the two people in the ancient temple.

It's amazing how curious it is to have a single woman suddenly come down from the wall. What does she have to do with the Young Master? Curiosity makes Van Bai look again and again into the ancient temple.

Compared to Van Bai, the old slave was still angry. However, he was still curious in his heart. He also wanted to know what the story was of this woman. Of course, Li Qi did not speak at night, and he dared not ask.

I don't know how long it took before Li Qi came out of the ancient temple, and old slaves and Van Bai greeted him up.

Wherever she goes behind Li Qi's back from time to time, but the woman doesn't show up, it makes her wonder, why is this woman missing?

Of course, the old slave knew what was going on. He was calm, but he didn't dare to ask Li Qi Night.

“Come on, let's get out of here.” That's just what Li Qi Night said.

Li Qinight suddenly said she was leaving, but she thought they would stay here all the time.

For Fanbai, she has lived in a wilderness like Mount Wan, and she is willing, as long as Li Qi Night is here, Mount Wan is still so beautiful.

Old Slave wasn't surprised, he just nodded softly.

“Me, me, I'll go pack.” Anyone who returns to God in vain is busy saying to Li Qi Night.

“No need.” Li Qi shook his head gently at night, one big hand, heard a "buzzing” sound, only the ancient temple blew out the light, appeared an ancient symbol, each of which seemed to mold the same space.

At this time, only ancient temples have been shrinking. They have been shrinking. Finally, they have become palm-sized models and fall into the hands of Li Qinight.

When she couldn't help but look at the scene, she didn't think that this huge temple would shrink into slaps. No wonder the young master said not to pack the ceremony, the whole temple could be taken away, and what else to pack.

The old slave looked at the scene very calmly. When Li Qinight took over the ancient temple, he asked: “Master, where are we going? ”

Li Qi looked up at the distance at night and finally said softly: “Yunmu College, go to Yunmu College.” Speaking of which, his eyes seemed a little lost.

The old slave couldn't understand the meaning of Li Qi's night vision, but when he heard "Cloud Mud College," he couldn't help but look far away. Some things came to mind.

“What--” Li Qi took a look at it at night, and the old slave smiled slightly and said, “Is there something wrong with you?” “Where the master wants to go, what's wrong with the old slave?" ”The old slave couldn't help but smile and shook his head gently." The old slave was just sentimental. The years were so exciting, he blinked and passed away. ”

“So many people want to live forever.” Li Qi Night smiled lightly and said: “To be immortal, everything has become eternal. ”

“I became eternal, but the people around me left one by one.” The old slave couldn't help but sigh.

Though he said he could not live forever, he was stronger than many of the strong brothers, like him, and he lived longer, and he lived through life and death.

“Yeah.” Li Qi nodded softly and said: “It can only be said that time will dilute everything. After living long enough, whoever it is, will become a prince.” The old slave nodded softly, and his heart could not help but be very emotional.

“Let's go.” Li Qi rode the black pig at night and said with a smile.

“Old Slave leads the way.” The old slave walked with a white hand. He walked with a white hand. He walked with a white hand. He walked a thousand miles. He was fast.

“Wang--" the old yellow dog was uncomfortable, barking, spreading his legs and running, lightning, caught up with the old slave at once.

“Okay, look who's fast.” When the old yellow dog caught up with him, the old slave took a good victory. He couldn't help laughing and walking like lightning.

How can an old yellow dog obey an old slave? He shouted, took four hooves, jumped away, and was fast and unparalleled, rushing into the sky like a real dragon in an instant.

When the old slave and the old yellow dog competed, Li Qi Night was riding Black slowly walking behind him.

Blackie didn't rush the road either. It was a three-step hum, and it seemed like it would take a lot of effort to walk.

In fact, Blackie's slow speed, which is just a comparison of the old yellow dog and the old slave, is actually very fast, and it's a step by step, and a mountain peak at the foot flies away.

So, three people, a dog, a pig, all the way to Cloud Mud College.

Yunnan Mud College, in Buddhist Empire, and in the capital of Buddhist Empire.

Dusha, arguably the most prosperous place of the whole Buddha Empire and even the whole Buddha's Holy Land, where the red dust rolls, is the furnace of the great world, where hundreds of millions of people live.

The Buddhist ministry, which is fertile ground, is home to hundreds of millions of people, and it is precisely because of its many children that the foundations of the Holy Land of the Buddha are laid.

In the Buddha's Holy Land, there is nothing more, the most abundant is the Buddha's Temple, and in the Buddha's Holy Land, it is not exaggerated to say that every house has a Buddha's Temple and every household has a Buddha's statue.

So, in Buddha's Holiness, you can see cigarettes everywhere, and the whole Buddha's Holy Land is covered in the Buddha's atmosphere, which is the very foundation of the whole Buddha's Holy Land.

The Buddha's Holy Land is not only the greatest Buddhist inheritance of the Nanxi Emperor, but even, arguably, one of the largest of the entire Eight Wilderness.

The Buddha's Holy Land was created by the hands of the Buddha's Daoist monarch, but one of the most powerful Daoist monarchs in millions of years, with no Buddha's treasure in his hand, who had entered the restricted area of life.

Rumor has it that when he was a young man, the Buddha Daoist was once preached by the Vajra. This myth of the Vajra comes from an ancient and unparalleled Buddhist soil that survived in that distant and unparalleled era, known as Veda.

As a young man, Buddha Daojun was given the Watanabe of Vedic Vajra. He was adopted as a disciple and passed on his lack of Buddhist law.

Thereafter, the Buddha Daojun walked through the world, the infinite Buddha's Law spread to the world, the Purity of life, the achievement of Daojun, eventually took root in the Nanxi Emperor, and created a powerful and unmatched Buddha's Holy Land.

It can be said that for a very long time, the Buddha's Holy Land was flourishing with incense, generations with countless children, countless men and women of faith.

A long time later, a man crossed the South and landed on the Holy Land of the Buddha, gazing at the Holy Land of the Buddha, which covered the sky with incense fire.

This man said a loud and ancient word - 80,000 Holy Buddhas are muddy, and the gods are the floating pings.

His words fell, his hands swept away, starting with his foothold, the statue of the Buddha of the earth crumbled, the incense extinguished, and all the high priests of the Holy Buddha who believed in Buddhism retreated from the sanctuary and dared not approach.

His foundations, the golden springs rising, the heavens and the earth roaring, the architecture pulling up, a multi-million-year-old college pulling up like this - the Cloud Mud College.

And this southbound man is the one who will make all future generations happy —— the people on the clouds.

Eighty thousand Holy Buddhas are mud people, and the gods and demons are floating pings. The words of the people on the cloud clay also sounded all nine days and ten places, and shook the demons of the gods.

But no matter how powerful or invincible, no matter how fierce the Demon King is, he will remain silent only after the words of the man on the cloud.

At that time, the Holy Land of the Buddha was also mighty, as in the heavens of the day, and it was called having 80,000 Holy Buddha and a million high priests.

However, the people on the cloud clay wiped out the Buddha's fire and built the Cloud Mud Academy.

In the face of this situation, the Holy Land of the Buddha is silent.

Today even more.