He was a great king, and whenever his people mentioned his name, their eyes glistened with unparalleled pride, and yet,

However.

—Epigraph

With the rustle of the wind, puffy clouds pass through your fingertips. Sometimes they spread their wings, sometimes they fold it. Stopping and falling, the light envelops them, and the interwoven picture is dim and gentle. Accompanied by the sound of beige wind flowers, people have the illusion of stepping into heaven.

The world seems to be an overlap of illusion and illusion.

Scattered and late, they just walked silently.

Chenche was extremely curious.

As they entered, the bone plates and spirit plates that passed by all cast curious glances.

"It's the old patriarch. ”

"It's really!"

"He's back......"

“......”

The crowd was whispering.

However, no one saw that Bai Suo was still scattered around him.

"Your Highness, they don't seem to be able to see us. ”

"Only the 'destined people' can see us. Zero explained.

The wind is still blowing in this quiet world.

It's like there are hundreds of billions of little bells hanging from the branches.

Bai Suo took a deep breath. Smile at every pair of transparent eyes.

Everyone's eyes are bare with expectations and nostalgia.

"Old Patriarch. ”

......

"Old Patriarch. ”

One after another, people began to call him.

At this moment, he has faded away from the kind of talk and laughter just now, and every glance and smile reveals the arrogance of being an emperor.

"I heard that the Butterfly Clan can't survive anymore if they lose their wings......" Haruka Chi stared at Bai Suo hidden in his hood.

"Ah, I guess it has something to do with my mother. My mother was born of an intermarriage between the Wu and the Ling. And I'm a combination of witch, spirit, and bone blood......" he said without thinking. Even he doesn't remember how many times he has answered such a question.

"It must have something to do with the flower of the other side. Two thousand years ago......" answered for him very abruptly. The reality that has been escaped by Bai Suo for two thousand years.

Two thousand years ago again.

In the dark days of Bai Suo, the air was filled with despair and fishy smell a thousand years ago.

He was captured and imprisoned in the ruins of the "other side".

Countless chains ran through his thin body. Blood watered those beautiful, bloodthirsty flowers along the chains.

As long as he is not careful, the flower bag will bloom in his flesh......

A whole thousand years. He is atoning for his sins. You can't redeem it, you can't die.

Bai Suo closed his eyes. Mixed tastes.

He's not dead yet. This unfair, and desperate world, does not intend to let him go.

"Speaking of 2,000 years ago. I actually have two people who are very sorry. Bai Suo looked directly at Yaochi, pretending not to escape, pretending that he had been relieved. Pretend that you still have hope.

"One should be Lianli. What about the other one?" Scatter raised his eyes and looked at him against the light.

"As I remember, she seemed to be a messenger of time. Bai Suo continued to walk forward, "By the way, I don't seem to know her name......

"A messenger of time?" Scatter looked at the flowers and leaves in this space. It's the color she loves so much, like light, that has this longing charm," I heard my father say. She called time ......", but the language stopped.

"Two thousand years ago, a thunder fell from heaven and destroyed the entire other shore that was established at the end of time. The city was built on the ruins of the other side. So, is she living there now?" Bai Suo walked in a humble manner, "I heard that it is a happier place than the other side of the past. ”

"Indeed, I have seen it. Below here is the other side. Scattered looked at the light in Bai Suo's eyes.

A lonely soul who has been desperate and lives in this world. But because he believes in the happiness of the people he cares about, he holds on to hope.

However.

Scatter followed his steps, "Father said that the people who smuggled the gate of reincarnation will be doomed. Even gods. So a hundred years ago, the god who embraced happiness has completely disappeared from this world because all thoughts have been lost. ”

Bai Suo lived. It was as if there were countless ghosts scratching at his heart with their slender nails.