"System, you already knew about it, didn't you?" Dill asked sullenly.

"Hmm" Although there was no doubt or anger in the host's tone, the melancholy and sadness in it made Nanzhi's heart palpitate.

"Hehe" Dill curled the corners of her lips and smiled sarcastically, "That's why you told me so 'generously' that Ye Tingxi is Ah Cheng." ”

"What's the use?" Dill muttered to herself, "I know what a dead man's name does"

In this small world, the longest lifespan of human beings is only two thousand years.

Two thousand years old is a limit, even if you are a magic saint, or a god-level magician on it, you can't break through this limit.

Therefore, as early as a thousand years ago, when the Bright Temple in Baishui Town was established, Ye Tingxi passed away.

As for the wind kite and Mu Shen beside him, they were actually not Ye Tingxi's servants or apprentices as the world suspected.

They are the products of Ye Tingxi himself, puppets with his heart's blood.

Blood is the most precious thing for human beings.

Because it is precious, it is extremely rare.

Only a thousand years of life can be condensed into a drop of heart blood, and Ye Tingxi's life is two thousand years, so naturally only two drops of heart blood are condensed.

The body of the wind kite is made of warm white jade, so she is white and translucent, delicate and clear.

Mu Shen was carved from light ink jade, so he wore a black robe all year round and covered his face with a black cloak.

Perhaps, from the moment he came into this world, he already knew.

He won't be able to meet her in his lifetime, so he left these two puppets behind, hoping to let these two objects that have been incorporated into his heart and blood continue to wait in the world in his place.

It's just that two thousand years of loneliness are so long.

Even though they are accompanied by two puppets, they are just living dead creatures after all.

To live, to be able to walk and move, to die is because you don't have a soul of your own.

The blood of the heart gives them only the act of being a person, but it cannot create a true heart out of thin air.

At the age of twenty, he broke through the realm of the magic master, and in another ten years, he entered the realm of the magic saint. Later, he may have broken through the realm of god-level magicians, or even higher realms

It's just that none of this will be known.

The sun rises and sets, spring goes to autumn, day by day, year by year, for Ye Tingxi, it is a boundless and lonely cultivation time.

Every day he waited, all he could do was cultivate. In the boundless loneliness, the only way for him to escape is this.

Sometimes, there are people who you know will never come, but you still choose to wait for him persistently and clumsily.

Day after day, year after year, flowers bloom and fall, clouds roll up, let the years carve the rings on the cheeks, let the time drag down the body, become faltering, slow to move.

Until the end of the years, at the end of his life, you still haven't seen his belated figure.

At that time, you will let out a deep sigh, do not say regrets, do not complain of sadness, only hide your heart in the bottom of your heart, bring it into the coffin, and bury it deep in the loess.

Dill sat silently for a long time before slowly standing up and continuing to walk inside.

Originally, I came here just for Ye Tingxi's news. As for the plans of the people behind the temple, Dill did not intend to interfere even if he knew about it