Although I believe that he can recognize me even if I am unrecognizable, I want to meet him beautifully. Watermark Ad Test Watermark Ad Test" said the boy, "If he looks too ugly, I won't dare to see him." “

Manshu asked, "And what do you remember him like?"

The boy thought for a moment: "I don't remember. “

Manshu: "??"

"But if I had seen him, I would have recognized him. The boy's tone was firm.

Manshu didn't know where he got his confidence.

She is just a flower, she doesn't even have a heart, and she really doesn't understand mortal love.

Is there really a relationship in this world that can even be recognized as ashes?

If it really exists, then whether it is love or hate, it is a very strong obsession.

Manshu was able to speak, which was a happy event for both Manshu and the boy, at least neither of them would be bored.

It's been a long time again.

In the 800th year of Manshu's fall into the Yellow Spring, the boy jumped off the Lethe River. Ten million years.

Above the nine heavens, the barren god realm.

A stunningly beautiful man sleeping in an ice coffin. Quietly opened her eyes.

Now it's only been since he was saved by Manshu??

Eight days.

Manshu has already determined that the person who the young man is waiting for must be a feather ascending immortal, otherwise after such a long time, the one in the world should also die of old age and enter reincarnation, and there is no reason why he will not come to Huangquan. As for the possibility of coming but not recognizing it, Manshu ruled it out.

A person who can survive even 10 million years without losing his will. I will not forget my lover.

After witnessing the boy become the lord of Lethe step by step, Manshu has completely succumbed to the boy's strong and tenacious willpower.

As the lord of Lethe, the young man still did something practical. For example, with the increasing population, there are more and more undead spirits every day, and a small Nai He bridge can no longer be crowded, and a long queue has to be lined up in front of Meng Po every time, which seriously delays the time of reincarnation. The boy cast a spell to turn into a ferryboat, and by the way, he fished out a ghost in Lethe River and asked him to be a ferryman, which was regarded as relieving the pressure of traffic.

Occasionally, the boy would sit on the bow of the boat and play the bone flute, dressed in red. Looks stunning. He can completely leave the water, but he still can't leave Lethe River and can't go to the other side.

Ten million years is enough to turn an undead into an extremely powerful one. Today's young man, even if the king of the ten halls of Hades is here. I can't beat him.

To be precise, no one in the Six Realms could fight him except for the Night. No race or individual dares to say that they can survive in Lethe for 10 million years, and only those who are qualified to say this are Ye Jue.

Before opening up Hongmeng, Ye Jue had been in the chaotic fog for thousands of years, and the battle between clear qi and turbid qi was more cruel than the devouring bite of ten thousand ghosts in Lethe.

Although they are different races and different lives, they both have a terrible will comparable to the heavens, the earth, the sun and the moon.

Only eight hundred years have passed, and she has not yet been transformed. Back then, she was fundamentally injured to save the night, and if it weren't for the fact that the young man was nourished by the water of Lechuan every day, she couldn't even speak.

Her relationship with the teenager was already excellent. For 800 years, the boy was the only one to talk to her, and for the boy, Manshu was the only companion for thousands of years.

They each have their own loves, but in each other's minds, each other's status is irreplaceable.

Ten million years is enough to forget many things, to forget who you are, why you are here, and no matter how deep your emotions are, they will fade away. The teenager often doesn't remember who Huai is and who Yun Qian is. Manshu took the trouble to repeat the two names to him, and the boy didn't feel anything anymore.

In Huangquan Lechuan, I am used to seeing the cycle of life and death, and the longer I live, the more I understand that the name is just the code name of a certain life. Other than that, there is no point. If you call that name in this life, you will change it in the next life, so why bother remembering it. All he had to do was remember the soul he loved so much.

Albeit?? I don't remember what happened to them, why he loved him.

Only the word love goes deep into the bone marrow, integrates into the soul, and becomes instinct.

Teenagers are like that.

The same is true of Manshu.

She didn't remember anything, she didn't even have a heart, but the more time passed. The more you can understand the persistence of teenagers.

She once thought of someone like that.

But that guy?? Who exactly?

Above the nine heavens, the barren god realm.

The beautiful man sleeping in the ice coffin quietly opened his eyes.

Those spiritual powers circulated in his body, and it took eight days to repair the large and small wounds on his body, and even half of the strength in his body was restored.

The remaining half can only be cultivated slowly.

Ye Jue sat up from the ice coffin.

There is nothing around them, and there is no life.

What about Manshu?

Ye Jue remembered that before he fell unconscious, he tried his best to seal Bai Lu, and Bai Lu made a big move in the moment before he was sealed, causing all the gods in the God Realm to die of divine disorder.

Is Manshu also dead?

Nightfall tried to sense Manshu's spirit, but couldn't sense anything.

His eyes twitched.

Manshu has returned his divine power to the Night, and now he no longer has a divine soul, but a demon soul. The night is naturally incomprehensible.

But Ye never knew this, he only knew the greatest possibility. It's that she's dead. Just like every Protoss.

Except for him, the entire Protoss has been destroyed, and it is false to say that it is not uncomfortable, but it is not unacceptable.

Ye Jue was born as a god, and all living beings were just born from a painting he painted. It's like a dollhouse that a child has worked so hard to build collapses, and he will be sad for a while, but he will not be pained by it.

His gentleness is always sparse, he is high up, and all beings look up. He sees all beings as equal, but he is never one of them.

So he won't suffer much because of the demise of the Protoss. It is his innate responsibility to protect this world. for he is the God of creation. But it is precisely because the pattern is too big that he always can't understand the delicate feelings that belong to small human beings.

I don't understand what love is and what sorrow is. His pain can only be physical, not spiritual.

But now, he couldn't sense Manshu's spirit.

She could have died.

That moment. The sharp sourness and pain that overwhelmed the night's heart, it was an unprecedented strangeness, more uncomfortable than Bai Lu's attack.

He wasn't suffering for the Protoss.

He was just suffering for her.

"Is she dead?" he asked.

There is no second person in the divine realm except him, but Ye Jue asked such a sentence.

It's been a long time.

--The soul is gone, and the body is torn.

It's not that Tiandao didn't see the price Manshu paid to save the night. It's not that I don't know that Manshu's demon soul is still there, and it is attached to the ontological Manshu Sawa and falls on the bank of the Lethe River, waiting for 800 years.

But this still can't offset the prejudice of Heavenly Dao against the demon race.

No, that's not prejudice in the first place. Chaos and turbidity are from evil to evil. Stand on the opposite side of the night. The monsters born in the turbidity are also inherently evil, and this time they have exhausted the power of the Night, and the Heavenly Dao is even more disgusted with the demons.

It does not allow Nightfall to come into contact with Manshu again.

It felt that the reason why Manshu had a good intention to save the night was because she still had a spirit, so she had a good side. But now that the divine soul has been destroyed, the essence of the demon soul is bloody and murderous, how can such a creature be worthy of being with the night extinction.

Therefore, it chose to hide part of the truth from the night.

But in just 1,000 years, it seems that something has changed. In the previous eons of years, he was not lonely, but only occasionally lonely. He is used to standing alone and can endure it.

But after spending a thousand years with Manshu, she didn't feel anything at the time, she was gone, Fang felt that this life was so empty, and her heart was also emptied.

Uncomfortable.

Nighthale spent two days in the temple.

His divine power is damaged now, and it is the right thing to grasp and cultivate. Bai Lu was only sealed, not obliterated, and if he made a comeback, Ye Jue must make sure that he had enough strength to deal with it.

But he couldn't calm down and cultivate.

He got up from his seat and walked outside the temple, and when he saw a beautiful flower, he couldn't help but want to share it with others, and just opened his mouth to call "Manshu". Only to find out that the person who admired the flowers was no longer there.

Ye Jue was silent for a long time, and with a wave of his hand, a paintbrush appeared in his hand, and a blank picture scroll unfolded in front of him.

He took up his pen and drew a red manjusha flower with a cinnabar pen.

It's Manshu's appearance.

As long as he infuses divine power, the person in the painting can come back to life and come out.

Although his divine power is precious now, it is a waste to spend it on it. But if you can really get her back, it's worth it.

It's just that there are so many what ifs in the world.

The stunning woman with the appearance of Manshu walked down from the painting with a smile and blessed her body: "Meet the gods." “

She has a bright face. The voice is delicate, and no matter where you look at it, it's the same as Manshu, but the night just doesn't feel right.

That's not true.

She's not her.

At that time, a red light flashed, and the flower that was originally rooted in the soil turned into a woman in a red dress, with a gorgeous complexion. The red lips opened lightly and said, "Thank you, Divine Venerable." “

It's not the same as what is in front of you.

She is unique and cannot be replaced by anyone.

An irritability rose in Yeju's heart, and he destroyed the painting with his hand. The woman exclaimed, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Night is the god of creation, and he has never done anything to destroy except against the demons. It was the first time he had destroyed a creature he had created, simply because he didn't want to see anyone else in Manshu's face.

I didn't get anything, and I lost some of my divine power in vain. There was no expression on Yeju's face.

He decided to go to the underworld.

The underworld was full of turbidity, and even if he couldn't help a god as powerful as Night, it would make him feel uncomfortable. If it weren't for the necessity, Ye Jue would never set foot there in his life.

But now he wanted to see it. Because on both sides of the Huangquan Road in the underworld, there are large flowers on the other side. The first seed was planted by her own person.

For the first time since the world was formed, Ye Jue stepped out of the divine realm.

But when he got to the underworld, he didn't see anything.

The river is green, the ghost fire is green, and the flowers and leaves are green.

There are no flowers, not a little red.

The flowers are grateful.

The flowers on the other side, the flowers bloom for a thousand years, the flowers fall for a thousand years, the flowers and leaves are born and wrong, and they can never see each other.

The day when the night came to the underworld happened to be the day of the flowers.

Manshu couldn't speak again. The period of flower appreciation is her slumber, she can no longer see or hear anything. Almost all the flowers in the world are one with flowers and leaves, but Manjush Sawa is not. Her leaves are just ordinary leaves, untainted with her soul, and her breath will not be noticed.

On that day, a man dressed in white appeared in Huangquan.

He was obviously not one of those ghosts, which could be seen from Meng Po's sincere and terrified attitude.

He is God.

Night Jedi appeared in the underworld, and when he saw the large withered Manshu Shahua, he looked at it for a long time.

Meng Po trembled on the side, not understanding which gust of wind blew this great god here.

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