All the way to the shores of the South China Sea, considering the storyteller's situation, I did not lead the two of them into the sea of fog. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although Rong Rong was unwilling, he still nodded honestly and agreed to me to stay outside, and then went to the sea to play, I instructed sixteen sentences, "Look after him." Then he entered the sea of fog.

I heard the sound of waking wood from afar, and saw the old man's injury up close.

I saw the storyteller raise his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, then looked at me and said, "Old friend, don't come unharmed." ”

I took out the wine I had bought on the road and handed it over to myself, saying, "It's not a good wine, but it's still drinkable." ”

"The wine that my old friend takes, what he drinks is not the taste of wine, but what he drinks is love." The storyteller opened the wine seal as he spoke, and after taking a large sip of wine, he praised, "Good wine! ”

I smiled, "I'm here this time, I still have something to ask you about." ”

"Oh~ what's the matter?" The storyteller put down the jar in his hand as he spoke.

"I want to ask you about the wandering flower fairy and the heavenly monarch, all you know, can you tell me."

The storyteller narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard me mention the Flower Fairy, rubbing his fingers against the waking wood on the table, and asked, "Why do you want to know about them?" ”

"Something has something to do with them." I replied without elaborating.

The storyteller, who never wanted to ask too much, asked carefully this time, "What's the matter?" What's involved? ”

I was a little surprised, and it was the first time I had seen the storyteller look so long and slender as he looked at me.

His eyes swept down, and he held Xingmu's hand with such force that his fingertips even turned white.

"What does he care?" I wondered, but without saying a word, I reached out my left hand, and raised my hand to roll up the sleeve of my coat, revealing the Soul Eater Spell on it.

The storyteller watched the Soul Eater Spell pupils on my arm shrink suddenly, and his hand moved uncontrollably, and the waking wood moved from the table, making a slight sound, and the storyteller followed the sound for a while, and when he turned his eyes back, he was already calm.

"Whose curse is this?"

"Me."

The storyteller looked at me with some surprise, in addition to the accident, there were puzzles and doubts, and then he sighed, and there was some distress in his eyes, "Then have you ever thought about how to solve this curse?" ”

"It's not the most important thing for me." I said and lowered my hand.

The storyteller looked at me for a while, and even I could see the tangled knots in the black pupils clearly, only to see him lower his head and say a little inexplicably, "That's it... ”

After finishing speaking, he raised his eyes and looked at the white mist in front of him, and even his tone followed the white mist, "The Heavenly Monarch is crazy to get rid of the demon of the world, in order to save the son of his best friend, he will seal the demon with his body, bury the reincarnation, leave the heavenly way, and disappear from the world." ”

I was a little shocked in my heart, if a Heavenly Monarch needs to pay such a price, how powerful the demon of the world will be, after all, the previous Heavenly Monarch is different from the current Heavenly Monarch, the previous Heavenly Monarch has really relied on his own strength to lay this name, and the current Heavenly Monarch is passed down from the previous generation.

"What kind of demon is it?" I asked, a little curious.

The storyteller squinted at me, and I don't know if it was because the fog was so thick today or why, but I always felt that there were many words hidden in the eyes of today's storyteller.

"Demon King!" The storyteller looked at me and replied.

"Demon King!" I couldn't help but repeat it, it's really because I'm too shocked in my heart, isn't it that since the third generation of the demon king stopped, the demon king order is missing the most important part, so there is no demon king in this world!

"Is it Zhige that the Heavenly Monarch is crazy to seal?"

The storyteller shook his head, "No, it's the fourth generation of demon kings, demon kings who haven't reached their peak yet." ”

No wonder... I nodded, no wonder there was no demon king since then, it turned out that he was sealed.

It's sealed... That's when I noticed the key to this!

"The Demon King is not dead?" I asked.

"Not dead." The storyteller's tone is not heavy but also not brisk, and it feels complicated.

Even the Heavenly Monarch didn't kill him, although this demon king has not yet reached the peak, but it is also very powerful.

"So, the Flower Fairy?"

"After the death of the Heavenly Monarch, the Joyful Flower Fairy was heartbroken, and privately thanked the Joyful Flower in this world to send the funeral for the Heavenly Monarch, for which the Jade Emperor was furious, so he condemned his crime."

"What crime? Is it life or death now? If so, where is it? I asked a little anxiously, mainly because this free flower fairy has too much to do with me.

The storyteller looked at me again, and said silently, "There is a river in the underworld, there is a bridge on the river, and there is an old woman on the bridge, known as Meng Po, however, Meng Po is not a person, this generation of Meng Po, its name is called... Get away! ”

"What?" I asked again in disbelief, but my foot took a step back uncontrollably.

The storyteller didn't say anything more, just looked at me quietly.

"Meng Po is the Flower Fairy!" I read the words of the storyteller, Meng Po is actually a free flower fairy! The Flower Fairy has always been in the house!

"I'll go first." I said hurriedly, turning to leave.

"Old friend." The storyteller shouted, and I had to stop, turn, and just as I was about to ask, I heard the storyteller say, "After that, don't come again." ”

"Why?" I was puzzled, and I stepped forward to ask, stood in front of the table, raised my hand and pressed it on the table, I don't know what I did wrong, why it was so sudden.

The storyteller looked at the vast white mist, and even his eyes were dyed clearly, but he heard a little helplessness when he opened his mouth, "Just when I have my own difficulties." “

As he spoke, he turned around and faced me across the table, just as he did every time he sent me away, but this time he said, "Go well, life and death from now on." ”

The hand holding the table was so hard that the bones bulged, and I looked at him with a serious expression.

As he had said that, I took a step back and bowed over with my fists folded, thanking him for all these years of help to me.

"Farewell, may one day, the fog here will disappear and people will return home." I never said this to him, and we rarely talked about ourselves, let alone comforted each other about our sad past, so we never had a chance to say it.

Although it is difficult to see him again from now on, he is still an old friend of mine, an old friend I have not seen for many years, and this is my most sincere wish for this old friend.

Get up, turn around, and walk out of the white mist without stopping, this time there was no sound of waking wood behind him, he didn't pat the waking wood as usual after he left, and told the story that had been repeated thousands of times. (To be continued.) )