Chapter 1014 : Extra Story: Tragedy of Shemale Love 2
"My mother started to listen to my father's thoughts and gradually fell in love with him."
"So one day, my mother turned into a human figure and came to my father."
"Dad is an open-minded person. He loves peonies to the extreme throughout his life. When he saw my mother turning into a human form, he was not surprised at all. Instead, he accepted her calmly."
Listening to him say all this in a calm and calm tone, a beautiful picture appeared in Tiantian's eyes.
On the top of Kunlun Mountain, amid the mist, a beautiful woman dressed in gauze fell in love with an aloof and extremely handsome man.[
The two ignored the secular world and the laws of heaven, and lived a secular life on the top of the mountain, looking at the clouds in the morning and the clouds at dusk, with men farming and women weaving. Although they were dull, they were very happy.
This kind of beauty makes people yearn for and envy it. That's what it means to not envy mandarin ducks or immortals.
"What happened next?" she couldn't help but ask.
His eyes darkened, he sighed quietly, and said: "My mother is a peony flower fairy, and she married a mortal privately, which offended the laws of heaven. But my father is a mortal, and being with my mother is contrary to the laws of nature and humanity."
"They are damned!"
When he said this, his body slowly trembled and his voice became extremely low and hoarse.
The boxers clenched tightly and looked at the sky with sad and angry eyes: "I was struck by five thunders!"
Tiantian's heart felt like it had been hit hard by a heavy hammer.
Although the story of Sikong Changqin’s father and mother has long been circulated in the world, hearing it from his mouth was even more shocking.
In fact, for Tiantian, she doesn't care that the two people who love each other must be a good match.
She believes that as long as she falls in love, age, family background, identity, and ethics can all be overcome.
Just like her feelings for Uncle Yu, although she still can't tell whether it is love or not, she wants to stay with him, regardless of rumors, use her fingers to relax the sadness between his brows, and make him happy.
So now that she heard the love story of Sikong Changqin's father and mother, she felt even more sad and admired their courage.
She suddenly walked up to him and raised her head to look at him.
His evil eyes, obsidian-like eyes, looked as calm as water at this time, with traces of sadness surrounding him like an ocean.