"You."

"What's the trouble?"

"Calculations are everywhere, and every moment is planning for change."

"Even now, even now, there is no real peace in your heart."

"You're still calculating."

"Are you really that uneasy, are you really so afraid?"

"Luo Qinglian, are you really so afraid, are you afraid that you will really die?"

Luo Qinghe felt Luo Zixi's inner thoughts, and lifted Luo Zixi up, his eyes full of anger.

As Luo Zixi's auxiliary soul, Luo Qinghe and Luo Zixi have a heart-to-heart connection, and often when the idea comes out, the other party has already answered.

So in front of him, in the eyes of others, Luo Zixi turned fake into reality with sadness, but Luo Qinghe could feel Luo Zixi's true purpose.

Luo Zixi took the opportunity to leave other things inside the White Bone Thousand Jade Tree, leaving an emergency back door.

There is nothing wrong with this kind of behavior in itself, but what makes Luo Qinghe angry is that Luo Zixi is still calculating and preparing in the process of burying the forest.

Luo Qinghe felt the sadness in Luo Zixi's heart, and he could also feel the coldness in Luo Zixi's heart.

Luo Qinghe was angry about Luo Zixi's coldness, and it was also Luo Zixi's injury.

Wounds in the heart.

"Luo Qinglian, she died a long time ago, and it is Luo Zixi who is alive now."

"And as a mysticist, hasn't it always been like this?"

"And am I afraid, or are you afraid."

"Are you afraid of my death, or are you afraid of your death?"

"What is the cause of your anger?"

"Qinghe, you're scared."

"You're afraid of me, and one day I'll do the same thing to you, right?"

Luo Zixi was carried by Luo Qinghe, and asked Luo Qinghe sentence by sentence.

Luo Qinghe's hands trembled slightly at this moment, and Luo Zixi also fell to the ground.

Because at this moment, Luo Qinghe saw several plans for himself through the hearts of the two of them.

Some of those methods are simply outrageous.

And these are all deliberately shown by Luo Zixi to Luo Qinghe, Luo Qinghe doesn't know if Luo Zixi has hidden himself or how much he has hidden from himself.

Luo Qinghe was afraid, just like Luo Zixi said, he had never trusted anyone, and he was a scumbag who would even deceive himself.

Even though he had known about this a long time ago, Luo Qinghe was still afraid.

"Qinghe, my death has made you worried."

When Luo Qinghe's body was still trembling slightly, when Luo Qinghe's heart was still messing up.

Luo Zixi gently hugged Luo Qinghe and began to hum a nursery rhyme.

It was a nursery rhyme that Aunt Lin sang when she coaxed Luo Qing to sleep when she was a child, it was Luo Qing's memory, and naturally it was also Luo Qinghe's memory.

Luo Qinghe sensed Luo Zixi's heart, and his heart and mouth were one.

Just like Luo Zixi once said, for Luo Zixi, the death of the previous life is already an old thing more than ten years ago.

The so-called shadows and fears have long since subsided.

However, for Luo Qinghe, who has been sleeping in his heart.

The last time I died, it was like yesterday.

It was dark in front of him, and when he woke up again, Luo Qing was already Luo Zixi, and the world was no longer the world it used to be.

The shadow of death still lingered in Luo Qinghe's heart.

Between life and death, there is great terror and great courage.

However, after life and death, there is only endless horror, and there is no courage to sacrifice one's life.

And this fear has also aggravated with Luo Qinghe's recovery, until now he has a body.

Only with the body will there be instinct, and with instinct will there be the idea of being afraid of death.

"Ernie sauce, it's really a perverted sister, even my sister has to do it, beast."

Luo Qinghe, who was appeased by Luo Zixi, also returned to his usual unreliable appearance, his body collapsed, and he once again returned to Luo Zixi's body in the way of the soul of the auxiliary son.

"That's fine."

Luo Zixi felt Luo Qinghe's movements and said to herself.

Then Luo Zixi leaned on the Qianyu tree, felt the breath of life that had turned into reality, and took a nap.

The tree of a thousand jade has green leaves and red flowers, with a blue skin and scaly lines.

The night went by.

Luo Zixi also leaned on the Thousand Jade Tree and spent the night.

The sun appeared.

And when the sun shone on the carcass of the serpent.

Change has happened.

A' something? Entered the corpse of the serpent.

That was Zhou Jinjun's nightmare.

The carrier of the so-called Fifth Apostle has never been Li Haichen or Qi Tan.

It's this one that has a direct connection with Zhou Jinjun and a certain connection with the 'unknown blank', a nightmare.

Li Haichen is just a host of nightmares.

Only an existence connected to the gods like Nightmare can truly summon an apostle.

、、、、

Outside

Cheng Lu, who lost his arms and tongue, sat on the hospital bed and looked at the scenery outside the window.

Severed arms and tongues are not incurable diseases in such a miraculous world.

However, in the face of the proposal of his subordinates, Cheng Lu refused.

Because Cheng Lu knew that in that station, he burned too thoroughly.

It was so complete that his body was full of holes, and his life was not much left.

And because of the rampant cell activity, Cheng Lu has had an unknown number of cancers.

Just like Marvel's Deadpool, the only thing better than Deadpool is probably that it hasn't changed so indescribably.

So Cheng Lu knew that he was going to die soon.

Whether these arms are treated or not is of little significance to Cheng Lu.

And Joan, in the reflection, sees all this in her eyes.

Qiong knew more than Cheng Lu, but couldn't say anything.

Because it is God's will.

I feel so guilty now, so entangled. ’

Isn't that one of the pleasures of the gods? ’

At this time, Joan suddenly had such a thought in her heart.

Immediately after Cheng Lu and Qiong, they saw the sun.

The sun that hangs on the horizon and falls down towards the earth.

The apostles came.

Cheng Lu felt a certain emptiness and despair.

Joan's feeling is that it should come, but it will come after all.

I just hope that the gods are in a better mood and leave a little hope for the world.

、、、、

Look at the familiar light that rises to the sky.

Look at the sun as it falls.

Feel the majestic atmosphere.

Luo Zixi thought quietly.

'What are you hesitating about?' ’

Luo Qinghe looked at Luo Zixi, who had not moved for a while, and asked.

'Mom, the number twenty-seven makes me very concerned. ’

There is no such thing as absolute accident in this world, this is the purpose of the Thousand Peerless School. ’

That being, which has almost no connection with the world, must have something else when it comes suddenly. ’

What the hell was she reminding me? ’

I want to know. ’

The mind turned, and Luo Zixi's thoughts were known by Luo Qinghe.