readx;?“ I'm not sure if I'll ever see Garan again......" said Lao Jun truthfully. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"As a historian, I can tell you for sure that there must be a reason why he came to the fairy world, and you must have the opportunity to see it, which is the experience of recording the formation of history." Chief Shi said.

"Alas, you are really fateful, although the emperor imprisoned the memories of the previous historians, but inherited them into your special body, those memories were activated, you are just right, you wrote all of this, and it is precisely because of the story of Lord Garan that you ended up like this...... Lao Jun said.

"As a historian, I am just adhering to the truth of history, which is the only ethics that I must abide by as a historian. I did it. It also paid a terrible price for it, but I don't regret it. Chief Shi coughed a few more times.

The decadent body, the aging face, this body is far contrary to his actual age, as if he is an old man in his last years, without a few days to live, but in fact he is in the prime of life.

His gaze had been corroded by poisonous gas for many years, and there was basically no light, even almost bright.

The bones, skin, flesh and mind, are all subjected to the deepest and deepest torture here, but the chief historian did not give in, once he gave in, the most authentic history would not be able to let the world know, and the emperor would never be allowed to succeed, which is why he insisted.

Only his unwavering will and fighting spirit have become the driving force for him to survive, until the end of his life, he can vaguely feel the indomitable in his bones, which is what Lao Jun admires the most, if he can't do it.

"You, you are one of the people I remember and admire the most in the fairy world. It's always been that way. Lao Jun patted his thigh, like patting a hollow dead tree, lifeless, silently waiting for death to come.

"You should go, old gentleman, thank you for coming and I'm glad to be able to talk to you, otherwise I would have to talk to the wood and the mist." Chief Shi laughed self-deprecatingly.

"Then I'm leaving...... You, take care. It's a long time coming. After Lao Jun finished speaking, he left and walked away with tears.

Oh, it's a long time coming, I won't have any more days, thank you, my friend...... The chief historian looked at Lao Jun's turbid back, and slowly read it in his mouth.

Coughing a few more times, his back disappearing into the mist.

Waiting for the arrival of death in perseverance, but not taking it to heart, the wish has been fulfilled, and he can die at any time.

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After feeling the breath of the fairy world, Garan immediately left, and on the way to the shrine maiden's palace, his heart was tumbling with a lot of things from the past.

He didn't think much about it, he knew very well the purpose of this trip, which was for the heart of the goddess.

This heart bone was kept by the shrine maiden. It's her last handle.

Garan came here in anticipation that the falling moon would open the seal of the Wizard of Oz, and the goddess needed to be complete in order to regain her powers.

The only one who can compete with the shrine maiden and have a chance to get the heart bone is Garan himself.

Therefore, Garan came, and for the sake of the goddess he was willing to face the shrine maiden who he least wanted to see again.

The night is deepening, the moonlight in the sky is bright and beautiful, Jia Lan looks up, it is still vaguely the moonlight of the year, but it has long been a matter of people, and this fairy world has also been a person who has never existed, at least it is recorded in the history books.

He didn't mind being obliterated......

As long as you can stay with the beginning.

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