Chapter 49: That Year and That Moon (9) [Finale Novella]

"Great, this is the game!"

Mi Qian glanced at the chessboard and unhurriedly put the black chess pieces in his hand into the chessboard.

After so many thousands of years, this game of chess is finally complete.

Under her feet, a rune flashed, and her whole person had disappeared into the red dust crossing.

"Hongchendu, Du Fusheng, I am inseparable from you. Emperor Ye, you must wait for me. ”

The lips opened lightly, and at this moment, he finally understood the meaning of Hongchendu.

I don't know when, Mi Qian came to a white world, it was really blank, there was nothing.

With an empty head, she suddenly remembered that in the fourth life, her encounter with Emperor Ye seemed to have peach blossoms.

That year, when the peach was dying, she smiled and said to him:

"Of course, don't you think the peach blossoms are beautiful? It represents opportunity, luck, and eternal love. ”

That's all true, she thought.

She loves peach blossoms.

She had an opportunity, and that was why she became the supreme goddess; She was lucky, so she met him; She loved him, but it was eternal.

Perhaps, as the former Emperor Ye said, compared to the eternal life of the sky, the desolation is eternal.

Maybe time will change, maybe destiny will change, but the love between the two of them has never changed.

Death.

In this white world, Mi Qian was a little confused, and she suddenly didn't know where to go.

In a trance, I seemed to see a figure in front of me, walking slowly, somewhat familiar.

"Little girl, long time no see."

It's Bloodgreed, the Bloodgreed who was only imprisoned by her after the Great War.

At this moment, the aura of evil has faded from the blood greed, and it looks very beautiful.

"Blood......

has experienced so many things, so many identities, and the overlapping of lies, Mi Qian no longer knows who she should believe.

"Little girl, perhaps, you can call me big brother.

Except for the word Lord, at this time, I am just a white lonely, a person who is willing to protect you. ”

Blood greed, no, it was Bai Silent who smiled, like rubbing his shallow head, but she avoided it.

But Bai Lin withdrew his hand as if he was embarrassed, still smiling, but sighed slightly:

"Little girl, I know what your purpose is here, come with me, I'll take you to Yunyao Divine Venerable."

"Thank you, Brother Bai Lone."

Everything was set by fate, and she couldn't blame anyone, such as Bai Lone.

Just like if there is no white silence, she and Emperor Ye's robbery, I'm afraid she can't avoid it.

"To tell you the truth, little girl, I thought you would hate me, you would hate me.

But I didn't guess that you would be so kind to me, in fact, I was satisfied. ”

As Tan Yue said, he lost to Bai Lonely hundreds of millions of years ago, and he also lost to himself hundreds of millions of years later.

"Actually, I know very well, I can't blame anyone, maybe the person who should be blamed is myself, all, the people who have died, they are all for me......"

Mi shallow smiled with relief, pure and beautiful.

Bai Silent flickered his head, and at that moment, he seemed to see the Qianyu Xinnu hundreds of millions of years ago again.

"You can see it very thoroughly, and it's not a shame that you are the daughter of Yunyao Divine Venerable."

White Silence quipped.

Under the leadership of Bai Lone, it didn't take long to reach the exit.

"Go in, Divine Venerable Yunyao is waiting for you."

Bai Lin stood by the exit, and it seemed that he was not going to go in.

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Thinking of this life, the wind and smoke flow through the years, holding the red dust, the morning and twilight, and the words are love. The two depend on each other, like a flower attachment, you are my only warmth, not negative, prosperous lips lingering. On that day, the sky was cloudy, as I was in the mood. Stepping on the broken sentimentality, closing my eyes, I can't remember your complete smile, thousands of years of red dust, at this moment, there is a lingering sadness, and my world begins to snow.

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