After 10,000 years of silence, Daokong, who kept his hands clasped with both hands, finally began to move.

The eyelashes trembled slightly, and the fragments of ice slag fell a little with this trembling, and under the eyelashes, the red eyes slowly opened.

"It's been 10,000 years, Mo'an, it's time to come back."

As soon as this eye is closed, it is ten thousand years.

The passage of 10,000 years is nothing to him.

She made him and made him a Buddha. He has an infinite life, but he can't have her.

It is said that those who lie in it can be resurrected from the dead after only one reincarnation.

It's been 10,000 years, he's been waiting for her for 10,000 years, and she'll come back.

Just why, she didn't open her eyes to him yet.

He likes her so much, but he can't even talk about this liking.

Daokong's left hand moved slightly, and once again gently brushed Chang Mo'an's face, brushing away the ice slag on Chang Mo'an's face.

"Mo'an, you're back."

Daokong muttered, no matter how long it has been, those red eyes are still doting and loving when they look at Chang Mo'an.

But Chang Mo'an still closed his eyes and lay there quietly, without breathing.

"Mo'an, Mo'an, wake up."

Daokong held Chang Mo'an's face, his eyes began to redden, and his pale face began to moisten a little.

He finally waited for her for ten thousand years, and he thought she had waited.

"I can wait for you for countless years, as long as you can live."

"But how are you going to come back to life?"

The look of pain on Daokong's calm face grew larger and larger.

He really didn't know what to do, he could give everything for her, he didn't mind waiting for tens of thousands of years, hundreds of thousands of years, millions of years, but as long as she could wake up.

But now the only hope is gone.

Moan, wake up.

Daokong couldn't control his trembling hands, but he was afraid of disturbing the people in his dreams, so he took his hand back.

Why, why!

Daokong clenched his fists and slammed them into the sharp edges of the freezer.

If it weren't for him, she should have lived well, and he killed her.

Daokong knelt on the ground weakly, his hands on the edges of the freezer, his head buried between his hands, and he couldn't help crying bitterly.

The bloody battle 10,000 years ago made everyone in the world know that there was a Taoist priest who slaughtered all the demons for the people he loved, and the blood stained the robe on his body, but the blood could not stain his mind.

Because he is the only Taoist priest in the world who has succeeded in becoming a Buddha.

Fight to fame.

And now this Daokong, which is revered by all Taoist priests and even immortal cultivators, is like a young child at the moment, unable to control his emotions and crying loudly.

What if he is a Buddha? Without her, he would be willing to fall into the devil!

Daokong, who was crying bitterly, didn't notice that Chang Mo'an, who had been sleeping with his eyes closed for ten thousand years, slowly opened his eyes in his silent crying.

After 10,000 years, she finally opened her eyes.

Chang Mo'an was in a trance for a long time before remembering the last scene before he died.

Isn't she dead? Why is she still alive?

Then Chang Mo'an heard a burst of crying, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Daokong?

Why did he cry?

Chang Mo'an had never seen Daokong crying, and there was a hint of confusion in those penetrating eyes.

It's just that she didn't have time to think about it, she didn't want to see him cry. She wants him to be happy, and her existence is to make him live better and live more happily.

That's all.

So Daokong, don't cry, okay.

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