When the power was absorbed by the mirror, even their bodies were sucked into the mirror.

Three thousand worlds, in an inconspicuous small world, an ordinary baby was born.

Nian Xi walked out from behind the mirror, a crystal teardrop slipped down, and on the road of death, there was another gorgeous red flower.

"I'm here too."

As soon as Nian Xi sent Feng Ze away, he heard a familiar voice.

Before her eyes were dry, she saw him.

"Zhong Twilight?" Jumping wildly, she immediately rolled over to him and pushed him out hard.

"What are you here to do? Who asked you to come? Who allowed you to come? ”

The huge suction force bound his hands and feet, and they couldn't break free or push them off.

Zhong Wei only hugged her and looked at the golden temple around her.

"Do you like this palace?"

Nian Xi's whole body shook.

Seeing that the golden light from the palace was the same as his body, she suddenly understood something.

"You...... What did you do? She was shocked and heartbroken.

"With bones as the backbone and scales as the windows, this city ...... This city is your body? ”

He looked at her, smiling, just smiling.

He had always been taciturn, and he rarely smiled, and he hoped that after he left, the last thing she remembered about him was the way he smiled.

The mana around his body was sucked away by the mirror and returned to the earth.

His body will soon be gone.

"Zhong Xi, don't, at least, don't ...... so soon" Nianxi hugged him tightly and didn't let him leave.

A piece of dragon scales fell into her hand, and above her head, his voice came: "After Yao'er becomes an immortal monarch, give him this dragon scale." This is the inheritance token of the Candle Dragon Clan, and at that time, he can become the real Candle Nine Yin. ”

As soon as the words fell, she could no longer grasp his body.

Bean-sized tears flowed out of her eyes, and on that road, bewitching red flowers grew again.

……

Zhongshan.

Many years have passed, and the mortal realm of this small world has rapidly developed to an end, and this civilization will soon become the so-called pre-historic culture, true or false, and not known to future generations.

It is said that the world is ignorant, and does not understand the principle of being rigid and easy to fold and soft, and they used to be the same, but for a longer time.

Murong Yao finally grew up, as the only descendant of the God Clan, he finally lived up to expectations, and at a young age, he reached the cultivation of the Immortal Monarch.

Become the youngest Immortal Monarch ever.

Now no one talks about the mismatch between his strength and identity.

Nianxi looked at him and was very pleased.

"Yao'er, in the future, this Zhongshan will be handed over to you. From this day forward, you are the Lord of Zhongshan. ”

He has grown into a person like Zhong Hui.

Silent, indifferent, can keep Zhongshan, easy to keep the world.

"After my father left, you have been the master of Zhongshan and Danxue Mountain." He said.

Nianxi said with a smile: "It is the right thing for the son to inherit the father's business, the tree must be branched, and the child must be divided, can I still keep guarding you?" Now that you are the lord of Zhongshan, it is time for me to go back to my own home. ”

With that, she gave Murong Yao a black scale glowing red.

And confessed to him: "This is the token of the Lord of Zhongshan, the dragon scale of the candle dragon, you keep it well." ”

Murong Yao held the dragon scales in his hand and felt extremely heavy.

"It's something your father left you, you've always had with you, and it's not just a token for you."

Nian Xi smiled faintly and said, "Can I still hold him to remember him for a long time?" ”

Murong Yao was stunned.

yes, it's been so many years, and it's time for her to let go.

"Okay."