Rubbing his frowning brows, Murong threw the book he was reading a second ago on the table.

That old and tattered book was one of the books about the "White Beast God of the Temple" that Murong collected during his wanderings when he was still a "Night Knife".

It tells the sad story of the love affair between the God of Creation and the girl that took place about 100 years ago.

"No matter where you want to escape......

Murong whispered, twisted the corners of his mouth, and a dark smile appeared on his upright face, "There is only one place where you will go back, and there is not much time left......"

"Naranlu, are you there?" He was facing the darkness of no one, and suddenly he spoke.

"Yes, master." Someone's voice responded as if it were taken for granted.

Nalan Lu, who had no body and no breath, appeared in the center of the room out of thin air.

"Head to the island now, wait for those guys at the Temple of Silence, and I'll be there later."

"Yes."

"Isn't it quite interesting to say that the god of creation, who is said to be feared by the gods, will end in the same place as the temple that has been sealed by him?"

Facing Murong's sneer, the black-cloaked figure finally bowed deeply and disappeared like mist.

In the end, the room fell into complete silence......

Isolated the noise of the banquet outside the door, in the room, Murong pressed his heart tightly.

Although he had been almost completely healed by spells, there were still wounds left on Fang Jizhou's blades that had condensed in excitement and anger.

"Beloved of Reincarnation...... Not being able to give up her weakness will be your fatal wound, and the despair of having to lose her again because of that weakness...... I'll teach you! ”

In the cold room as if it was about to freeze, in the dark place, Murong smiled gloomily.

The glitter in those eyes was an unreservedly cold and murderous madness...... Mad.

Once upon a time, there was a deity.

Legend has it that in order to keep the "it" that was born as the standard of all things, it is not given a dual, so it is a unique existence.

However, the so-called absolute power and absolute existence mean that those who have no connection around it are eternally alone.

Therefore, the gods, who sealed it in the temple and left, finally left the following long words:

In pursuit of justice, you do not have a spouse. This is so that you do not neglect your original responsibilities because your mind is disturbed, and please keep it in mind.

But in that case, you don't need to have a soul to fight in the first place...... The existence that created us will inevitably go through a cruel test of fate.

And your soul and your heart will surely cause many sacrifices in the future, some of whom have angered you, some of whom have approached the Temple, and some of whom have despised the Spirit of God...... and important ...... Accept someone you care about.

Stream-and-drain ......

The raindrops that fell like fog moistened the forest, making the green sparkle with vivid colors.

In the humid air, with the smell of green forests, it feels very fresh and comfortable when you breathe.

Among them, Mousse loves the rain of this season the most.

Although the continuous drizzle has affected daily livelihoods, it is also the rain that brings life to the forest.

It is truly refreshing to see the bright greenery of the plants and trees thriving, and to feel the bloom of life everywhere.

But...... For Mousse on this day, those dazzling scenery were very far away from her, like a veil.

terrified, because she knew the terrible oracle last night......

Ignoring the rain, Mousse looked up at the sky.

Looking at the gloomy sky and the raindrops from the shade of the green trees, she looked at it, and there was a faint sound from the branches beside her.

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