Zhao Ziyun was born in nothingness.

In the long slumber, he seemed to come to his senses, and slowly opened his eyes, finding himself floating in the void, and there were many people floating around him.

These people, old and young, men and women, were all wrapped in a transparent circular film.

After a long time, Zhao Ziyun knew that these people were all automatically condensed by this world, and they were powerful and had the ability to destroy the world.

That old man is the Longkong Dao man.

That woman is the glamorous female owner of the inn.

That middle-aged man is the guide on the Onijima ship.

And there's many, much more.

But among them, in the end, only one person can really survive and become the assistant of the Heavenly Dao, helping the Heavenly Dao to protect this world.

It's just that Zhao Ziyun only learned later, at the beginning, if he was a newborn ignorant child, he didn't know anything about the world.

He didn't know how long he had been wandering in the void, but suddenly he felt himself being pulled by a huge force, flying towards a cloud of light.

In addition to this, clusters of light appeared out of the void, and everyone flew towards them.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself sitting in what appeared to be a haunted room, with a string of wind chimes hanging from the door, and the wind chimes were decorated with skulls.

On the couch across from him sat several puppet dolls, life-size puppets, with round eyes, a strange smile on their faces, and two red blushes on their cheeks.

At first glance, they look like they're smiling and glaring.

Zhao Ziyun still couldn't understand what fear was.

He sat behind the counter, like the owner of a haunted house.

He stood up and moved his body, after all, he had been floating in the void for so many years, he had not moved, and his bones seemed to be stiff.

Gradually, he realized that it was better to stay in this haunted house than to stay in nothingness.

He was trapped in a haunted house.

He also wanted to go out, but as soon as he opened the door, there was a forest with no end in sight, and he had also walked into the forest to see what was at the end of the forest, but in the end he found that no matter which way he went, he would eventually return to the haunted house.

The haunted house was a cage, and he was destined to wait quietly here.

Waiting for their fate.

There is nothing else to eat in the haunted house, only instant noodles, so he eats instant noodles at every meal, even if there are many flavors of instant noodles, it makes people want to vomit after eating.

But he had nothing else to do but eat instant noodles.

For the first time, fear arose in his heart, and he was scared, afraid that he would be trapped here for the rest of his life.

He will not die unless the world perishes.

This life is eternal.

He waited for a long time, and finally waited for a group of players.

These players have golden eyes and don't know which planet they're from.

Among them was a teenager, >

They're here to farm dungeons to complete tasks.

Zhao Ziyun talks and smiles like a set machine, allowing them to enter the haunted house for adventure.

When they were gone, he reverted to his expressionless appearance, bowing his head and eating instant noodles silently.

Only two of this group of players came out alive, covered in blood, and left the dungeon.

After they left, after a while, the copy went back to its original state, and of course, the contents of the haunted house seemed to have changed somewhat.

Then, the second and third batches came.

He didn't know how many WeChat public account users there were in the universe, in short, those people came batch after batch, some survived, and some died.

A little girl once said to him, covered in blood, "My brother is dead." ”

Zhao Ziyun's eyes were full of confusion, and he couldn't understand what family affection was.

The little girl burst into tears, pointed at him and said, "Murderer! You're all murderers! ”

Zhao Ziyun watched her figure disappear from the copy, and he was even more dazed.

Her brother died to save her, so why did she say he was a murderer?

So, in his long and boring time, in addition to eating instant noodles, there was one more thing.

That is to think about what human feelings really are.

I don't know how many years have passed since such a day, and there is no time to pass in the copy anyway.

Until one day, a young girl came, and with her came some people who looked very bad.

When he saw the girl, his heart suddenly moved.

At that moment, he suddenly had a hint of understanding.

This teenage girl is different.

She was nothing like the players, her identity was noble and special, and he had to help him if he wanted to get out of this eternal cage.

So, he made up his mind and wrote a cry for help on her ticket.

When facing the player, he can only speak according to the content set by the system, as if he is acting out a script.

If he behaves beyond the script, it will hurt him.

The act of writing on the ticket made his entire right arm ache as if it had been pricked by a needle.

But he gritted his teeth and endured.

This is his only chance, and he must take it.

Otherwise, he will stay in this dark place forever, and eventually slowly decay.

After the girl entered the haunted house, Zhao Ziyun suddenly became a little nervous.

He was a little scared, what if the girl died inside? What if she doesn't find the words on it?

What if she doesn't want to help him?

Ever since I saw that girl, my heart, which had been silent, seemed to suddenly have emotions.

The wait is long.

The girl is back.

She was the only one who came back alive.

His heart lifted again.

Will she help herself?

The girl held out her hand to him, and this time, he was right.

The first time he came out into the outside world, he was stunned.

Although he was a facial paralyzed and couldn't see what was going on in his heart, he was really frozen.

In his most beautiful dreams, he had never seen such a prosperous and beautiful world.

He finds himself in love with the world.

At the same time, he is grateful to the girl who brought him into this world.

When the girl called him Master, he gladly accepted.

He wanted to protect her and repay her kindness.

After coming to this world, he was very happy every day, there are so many fun things in the world, he was obsessed with playing games at the beginning, and then he became obsessed with acting.

However, he found that the happiest thing about seeing her every day was to find her the happiest.

He didn't know what kind of relationship this was, at first he thought it was a father-daughter relationship, but it wasn't until he saw it in the book later that he knew that it was a relationship between a man and a woman.

A teacher for one day and a father for life.

This sentence became a shackle on him.

From Ning Ruoyu's eyes, he understood that from the day she called him Master, he and her would never be possible.

But he still stood silently by her side, protecting her and helping her.

As if that was his life's calling.

In fact, he knew that Ning Ruoyu liked Yang Zenan, and the way she looked at him was completely different.

It was a woman, looking into the eyes of a man.

At the beginning, she looked at him with hatred in her eyes, but without love, where would there be hate?

Whenever he saw her and Yang Zenan together, his heart would have a sour taste, more sour than the lemons he had eaten.

He was glad that he was a facial paralyzed so that she wouldn't see his sad expression.

Later, he knew that Ning Ruoyu was the Heavenly Dao of this world, and he was her chosen assistant.

In the midst of that nothingness, there were thousands of people, and he was only the most inconspicuous of them.

But she chose him and gave him the opportunity to live freely in this world.

Others, on the other hand, can only stay in those dungeons, waiting for new players, saying the same things, doing the same things, year after year.

Later, Yang Zenan died.

After coming back, Ning Ruoyu seemed to have lost her soul, and her whole person was empty, he often saw her sitting under the osmanthus tree in Yang Zenan's villa in a daze, and her eyes made him feel distressed.

At this time, he would make a pot of osmanthus tea for her next to him, or heat a pot of osmanthus wine, and then silently put it next to her, and then quietly retreated.

The book says that time will bury everything, and as long enough, she will forget about that man.

Regardless of whether he has a chance or not, as long as she forgets Yang Zenan, she will have a chance to get new happiness.

And he, as long as he silently guards her as a master, it is enough.

However, he didn't expect Ning Ruoyu's love for Yang Zenan to be so long.

Even An Xuan persuaded her countless times to let go of the past, live in the present, and don't torture herself.

But where does love mean that you can let go and let go?

If he could really let go, he and Yun Ziang would have let it go a long time ago.

It is precisely because he has been silent and does not fight or rob that he has been by Ning Ruoyu's side for the longest time.

Six hundred years have passed, and Ning Ruoyu has cultivated a large army of monks and led them to the underworld.

And he, left behind on Earth.

This is hundreds of years.

At this time, he tasted the taste of waiting.

Three hundred years later, Ning Ruoyu returned.

She returned with a young man and didn't tell anyone, but he found out anyway.

Since she didn't tell him, she must not want him to know, so he did not appear, but looked at her from afar.

She took the man with her and went away again.

He had a hunch that maybe this time, she would not come back if she was gone.

He suddenly had an urge to rush up and tell her not to go, he could take care of her.

However, he still couldn't say that sentence, and could only watch her rise towards the sky.

An even longer wait began.

Waiting is like a glass of bitter wine, and after drinking it, it lingers between your lips and teeth.

I don't know how many years have passed, the earth has become a high-level cultivation planet, and there will be people who will fly to the immortal realm and go to the immortal realm.

Yun Ziang soared two hundred years ago.

And he, who belongs to this world, can never soar.

Wait, long wait.

He stood under the osmanthus tree and quietly looked at the sky.

She may be back tomorrow, or she may never be back.