Chapter 1678: It’s better to accept it

Wang Lin was cross-legged inside the wheel formation and looked at the scene outside the formation from afar. A roaring sound came from his ears. The Miaoyin and the other two did not choose to leave. They believed that the three of them should be able to fight Lan Meng with their joint efforts.

Li Qianmei looked nervous and looked at her father fighting the three people, with concern in her eyes.

The starry sky outside the formation was shaken, and Lan Meng Daozun fought against the three of them with the power of his own. His expression was calm and there was no change at all. When he took action, the blue light surging, turning into supreme magical powers and whistling.

After watching for a while, Wang Lin closed his eyes and ignored all this.

The roar was driven away from Wang Lin's ears when he closed his eyes. He was trapped in meditation, but his soul was separated from his body. If there was any movement, he would know immediately.

During the two years of cross-legged healing, Wang Lin's injury has recovered most of the time. He spends more time fusion of the sky-torming technique in the eight drops of blood between his eyebrows.

He must learn and use this technique freely. Wang Lin personally experienced the power of the magical power of tearing the sky and knew its power.

As for fusing the eight drops of blood into the power of increasing the stars of Taoism, it took more time, and the environment at this moment did not allow Wang Lin to immerse himself in full, so he delayed it.

Three days passed in a flash, and Wang Lin seemed to have noticed something. He opened his eyes, but saw the starry sky outside the formation, and the broken fragments of the starry sky everywhere. There were many collapsed black holes in the large-scale starry sky. They were caused by Lan Meng and others, and the battle was caused.

In this starry sky, countless dead incense souls were faintly dissipated, like invisible wolf smoke, floating away slowly.

After just a few glances, Wang Lin could feel the fierceness of the battle that took place in the past three days. He did not see Miaoyin and the other two, but only saw Lan Meng Daozun, and walked into the circular aperture of the formation in one step and came to Wang Lin in front of him.

Lan Meng Daozun's expression was a little tired, and it was obviously not very easy for him to fight those three people.

"Miaoyin is seriously injured and cannot recover from her peak cultivation for a hundred years. She has fallen to the ethereal world. Next time you encounter it, you can kill him!"

"The Nine Heavens' injuries were slightly more mild than Miaoyin, but his incense world was destroyed by me, which hurt his mind. When he met in the future, he would not be your opponent!"

"Master of the Great Wilderness is the worst injured. He escapes with secret techniques and will not survive for ten years!" After saying these three sentences, Lan Meng Daozun sat cross-legged and meditated with closed eyes.

Li Qianmei had a complicated expression. She witnessed the three days of battle and saw her father's fight and the dangers again and again.

Wang Lin was silent and spoke slowly after a long time.

"I have a wife in my life..."

Lan Meng Daozun suddenly opened his eyes while crossing his knees, staring at Wang Lin, and his expression became gloomy.

"Even if I help you, can't let you change your mind... I didn't let you give up your wife, but asked you to give my daughter a promise!

This matter should not be difficult for you! If it weren't for my daughter, even if you had the Taoist heritage and could kill the early stage cultivator of Kongxuan, what would you do in my Lan Meng's eyes!

You can shoot this bone with Li Guangbing! Even if you die, I will definitely not bring my Blue Silk Clan to the world!

I, Lan Meng, was born in the ancient times and was one of the five ancient gods. Now that I have made this decision, do you think I will deceive you, this younger generation? What can I do to deceive you? Even if I have it, I will not surrender to this for countless years!

That day, the beads in your hands. If I were greedy, I would have taken them away! Your cultivation level was not the third step back then. If I wanted to kill you, I would have killed you long ago. If it weren't for your affairs with Qianmei, how could I have delayed it until now!

If you and the Palm Master, the battle between inside and outside the world, or the battle between Qicai and the old ghost, if I, Lan Meng, don’t want to participate and protect my Blue Silk Clan, no matter who wins in the end, I will not be involved in it, and it is even very likely that I will win with kindness!

Now I have given up all this and just give my daughter a promise. Wang Lin, don’t force people too much!!” Lan Meng Daozun stared at Wang Lin, and anger rose in his eyes.

He did everything, as he said, all for his daughter!

Li Qianmei shed tears. She only now understood what her father gave up and sacrificed for herself...

Wang Lin's expression showed complicated expression. He stood up and bowed to Lan Meng Daozun.

"I have no doubt about what I have done..."

"Don't say anything more, you..." Lan Mengdaozun felt soft when he saw Li Qianmei's tears, stared at Wang Lin, and swallowed what he had originally wanted to say.

"I can take another step back. I want you a promise. If your wife is resurrected, you and my daughter will become brothers and sisters of the opposite sex. But if your wife is not resurrected in the end, you will become a partner with my daughter! This is my bottom line. Wang Lin, you must make a good choice!!" Lan Meng Daozun looked cold.

Wang Lin was silent, stood up and looked up at the starry sky in the distance. After a long time, he looked confused. His eyes swept over Li Qianmei, saw Li Qianmei's tears, and saw him lowering his head and staggering his eyes.

"You...forget it, I don't want you to answer immediately. After you have thought about it, come to the Lansi tribe to find me!" Lan Meng Daozun stood up and was not ready to heal him here. When he saw his daughter's sad expression, his heart stinged. He came with hope. He thought that all this could make Wang Lin agree, but in the end it was like this.

"Dad, let's go..." Li Qianmei wiped away her tears, stood up gently, and came to Lan Meng Daozun.

"Dad, Meng'er didn't understand before, but now she understands, let's go home... We will never come out in our lives at home..." Li Qianmei took Lan Meng Daozun's hand and felt her father's warmth. She turned around, looked at Wang Lin, and smiled on her face.

"Wang Lin, can you give me the painting of the landscape and lake you gave me back then..."

That painting was forgotten by each other. She finally gave it to Wang Lin and chose not to, but today, she wanted to return this painting.

Wang Lin's heart was shocked. He looked at Li Qianmei, and his eyes showed pain and struggle. His wife was Li Muwan, the woman who had been with him for a few years but had been with him for two thousand years after his death.

However, Li Qianmei and Mu Bingmei are different from Xi Zifeng. She has given a lot to Wang Lin.

How could Wang Lin forget the ten years of blood and those past events? This woman's persistence, her love, and her bright smile and eyes. Wang Lin is not a stern heart, how could he be indifferent?

"Give it back to me, okay..." Li Qianmei bit her lip, her face pale, but she still kept her smile. She could only smile. She didn't want to let herself shed those endless tears in front of Wang Lin.

"Give me the painting back...Wang Lin, after Li Muwan wakes up, you will take her to see me..."

Wang Lin stared at Li Qianmei in a daze. His right hand was trembling and raised. With a wave, a storage crack appeared, and a scroll flew out of it.

There are mountains, rivers and lakes in the painting scroll, which is forgotten by each other. This painting scroll was captured by Wang Lin, and he no longer had the freedom and freedom he had when he first gave this painting.

He couldn't do it as peacefully as he used to give it to the woman in front of him.

Lan Meng Daozun looked at this scene, and the anger in his eyes turned into sorrow. He looked at Li Qianmei. He knew that his daughter had given up.

Give up.

Mu Bingmei also looked at this scene. She was in a complicated mood and showed unbearableness in her eyes. She was not qualified to persuade her, even though she was Wang Ping's mother.

Looking at his child's father and saying goodbye to another woman, this kind of thing made Mu Bingmei feel slight pain in her heart.

"Give it back..." Li Qianmei walked to Wang Lin with a smile, looked at Wang Lin's face deeply, raised her jade hand to sort out her clothes and hair. The tears hidden under the smile could no longer be held back and flowed down.

She hugged Wang Lin gently, and tears fell on Wang Lin's clothes, dyeing the white clothes wet.

"If you don't like me, why did you come to save me in the sea of ​​clouds... Isn't it better to let me die with expectations and stay in your memory... Wang Lin, yes, not love..." Li Qianmei murmured in Wang Lin's ear, left Wang Lin's arms, grabbed the scroll in Wang Lin's hand, and was about to pull it out.

But she grabbed the hand of the scroll and paused suddenly because the scroll was held tightly by Wang Lin!

Wang Lin closed his eyes, and the scroll he held was holding did not let go at all under the pull of Li Qianmei. Li Qianmei's face became paler. She looked back at Wang Lin and saw Wang Lin open his eyes.

"You don't need this painting anymore." Wang Lin pinched his right hand, and the scroll that had forgotten each other in the world collapsed instantly, turning into pieces and dissipated in his hands, hers.

"From now on, you will be my Wang Lin's woman!" Wang Lin looked down at Li Qianmei, speaking firmly and spoke gently.

"Wan'er, it's my wife. When she wakes up, we will get married together..."

Li Qianmei was stunned there. After a long time, tears fell again and she cried in Wang Lin's arms.

Wang Lin hugged Li Qianmei. Since he decided, he would not regret it. This was the first woman he accepted in more than two thousand years, except Li Muwan. Her name was Li Qianmei!

"Brother, I have three questions to ask about, can I solve the problem..."

"When I leave, will you send me..."

"If one day I die, will you still remember me..."

"Wang Lin, I can't hold on anymore. The blood is about to dry up. Will you wake up... I don't regret it."

"Wang Lin, you have to wait for me. When I go to get the medicine, you will definitely wake up..."
Chapter completed!