Qin Ming looked at the familiar charming face in front of him, but what echoed in his mind was the abruptness and sadness before the death of the buried flower. If they fail to succeed, the tragedy of that moment will always be fixed in the long river of time and space, waiting for annihilation. The woman who has been entangled with her love and hate for 20 years will disappear forever, including their children, and will not leave any chance to remedy herself.


    It''s a pleasure. He succeeded! He went against the current and found her again!


    He must seize the second chance!


    Qin Ming''s fingers gently slid across the buried flower''s cheek. His delicate skin and warm feeling reminded him of the cold body sleeping in the eternal kingdom. A smile appeared on his face, but his eyes gradually blurred. No one can understand his mood at the moment.


    Here he "touched vigorously", but his eyes almost burst out fire. This bastard even molested her in front of her disciples. But the whole body could not move, and even the spiritual power was solidified in the meridians.


    All the disciples in the cabin were furious, but they couldn''t even make a sound, so they had to shake their eyes. Who is this bastard? Who is this beast? Dare to flirt with their temple Lord!


    Qin Ming''s fingers hooked the delicate chin of the funeral flower and gradually laughed: "you didn''t bully me in your last life. Take advantage of it before you wake up."


    Burying Hua was a little calm in her anger, her eyes narrowed, carefully explored her body and looked for a way to get out, but at this time... The man in front of her was getting closer... Closer... Even... Kissed her delicate red lips directly.


    There was a dead silence in the cabin. Everyone''s eyes didn''t turn. They stared at the scene in front of them and kissed? Kiss! The beast was so brazen and reckless that he kissed their noble Temple Lord?


    Qin Ming smiled at the corners of his mouth. He not only kissed, but also stretched out his tongue and licked it gently along the gap between his lips.


    No matter how calm the mood of burying flowers is, let alone kissing, few men have seen their face! The beast... Unexpectedly


    "We even have children. It''s nothing to kiss." Qin Ming kissed again and licked his lips, aftertaste the wanton taste. But he chuckled twice and stopped teasing the funeral flowers, so as not to settle accounts with him when he was sober. He stepped back two steps and took out a body from the eternal palace. Due to the strong power of life in the palace, although the body died for a long time, it still seemed to be sleeping. Even the wound was healed by Qin life, but the body was very cold.


    Burying as like as two peas, she was forced to calm down and find the way, but immediately noticed the body, which was exactly the same as her...


    Who is that? Lin Yunhan, Shui Mei and others looked at the body strangely. Why are they so like the hall Lord? no That''s the temple Lord!


    Qin Ming gently held the cold body and looked at the burial flowers in front of him: "this is you, the future you."


    Burying flowers looked at the body and Qin Ming. Suddenly they found that they could speak: "who are you?"


    "Before he died, you said that if there was an afterlife, you would be my wife. I... succeeded, I came back to you." Qin Ming smiled, but his voice trembled slightly because of the fluctuating emotion. "In this life, we no longer make trouble, love and live well. I am willing to accompany you forever."


    Burying flower opened her mouth slightly. Although she could speak, she didn''t know what to say. Her usual composure and indifference became chaotic because of the incredible scene in front of her.


    The body in Qin Ming''s hand gradually "melted", turned into pieces of scarlet petals, and floated into the body of the buried flowers. Although the corpse died and the soul dissipated due to the integration with the heaven, there was still weak soul power in the body. These soul powers were protected by the eternal palace and carried weak memories. Although they might be incomplete and vague, they were not much better than those of demons, Qin Ming believed that some special and important experiences should be preserved in it.


    The body of the buried flower is out of control. It can''t resist the petals gradually infiltrating into the body. The consciousness begins to be confused gradually, like what memory to force into it.


    What''s he doing? What did he do to the temple Lord! Shuimei and others madly urged their spiritual power and wanted to explode to save the hall Lord, but it was clearly their own body, but they were no longer under their own control. They could only watch their hall Lord be violated. They dominate the inland sea and go all the way. At this moment, they deeply feel what powerlessness is, and it happened so suddenly that it was like a nightmare.


    Qin Ming carefully controlled the body of the buried flower and regulated the flow of soul force and energy. The burial flower is now only in the holy martial arts realm and can''t bear the gift of this Huangwu corpse. However, with the control of Qin''s life, it can be temporarily suppressed in the depths of her body like Heifeng and gradually released. Moreover, Qin Ming specially injected the seeds of the profound meaning of the yuan spirit into the buried flower body. One day in the future, the buried flower will begin to understand the profound meaning of the yuan spirit and take over the order of the yuan spirit.


    She deserves it!


    Qin Ming hugged the unconscious burial flower, sat on the ground and looked at the angry and ignorant people in the cabin. "With the blessing of the Lord of your temple, you can follow me back."


    They could not move, let alone speak. They could only stand there and watch this strange man continue to ''molest'' their temple Lord.


    Qin Ming didn''t care. He gently held the unconscious burial flower, felt the temperature of her body, and enjoyed the silence at the moment. In the future, when the buried flowers find themselves, there may not be such a gentle time.


    The flower burial boat has been floating outside the thunder ancient city for three days and three nights until the strongmen of Qingyun sect came from a distance, but they all entered the thunder ancient city to be vigilant and dare not easily challenge the legendary flower burial ghost boat.


    After sleeping for three days, the funeral flower integrated that strength and accepted the incomplete memory. Before she fully opened her eyes, she weakly shouted out the name of "nian''er".


    "Only miss the children, not me?" Qin Ming smiled and stroked the beautiful hair along the temples for the funeral flower.


    "Mother?" there were waves around Qin Ming, and a boy jumped out of it.


    Mother? The eyes of Lin Yunhan and others who had calmed down suddenly stared round!


    Burying Hua was in a trance. She woke up safely from her coma and looked at the familiar and strange boy in front of her: "nian''er?"


    "Mother!" the boy didn''t know the death of the buried flower, let alone the outside things. He was just practicing spiritual power and came here for no reason. However, he was very happy to see his mother and naturally saluted.


    "Nian''er!" although the consciousness of the buried flower was very confused, the subconscious maternal love still made her love for the boy.


    Nianer? Mother? I''ll wipe it. When did the temple Lord secretly give birth to a child? Lin Yunhan and his disciples were shocked to the utmost. The temple Lord in their hearts was high above the world, and they looked at men all over the world like grass mustard. When... Did they do such a thing?


    Qin Ming brought the boy on purpose. Firstly, this moment is really memorable and should be brought. Secondly... The boy should be able to better help bury flowers and stabilize those memories of forced integration.


    Burying flowers found that lying in a man''s arms, subconsciously had to break away.


    Qin Ming hugged hard: "in this life, I won''t let you go."


    "Who are you?" although the burial flower integrates the memory, it has not been held so wantonly in previous life and this life. The arrogant temperament gushes a sense of resistance from the bottom of my heart.


    "Really don''t know?"


    "What is this place?" the head of the buried flower was suddenly very painful. For a moment, it was himself now, and for a moment, it was himself before.


    "This is the flower burial boat more than 30 years ago. Do you still know them?" Qin Ming pointed to Lin Yunhan in front of them.


    "I......" burying flowers have a strong headache and send out subtle pain chants.


    "Let''s go home."