"You can do it yourself, can't you?"

Yang Muqing said in a low voice, he didn't have insight into everything in advance like Bodhizi, and his mind was instantly filled with so much information, and his heart was inevitably a little shocked, but the shock was shock, although he felt that Mr. Ziwu was reckless, but he didn't think he was heinous. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Bodhizi saw him ask a serious question, and felt funny in his heart, but he couldn't bear to say it.

What's there to ask about this?

A man has spent decades, carrying a grudge that no one understands, sacrificing his soul to the devil, using a handful of quicksand stained with blood to build a mirage that will eventually trap him deeply, even if in the end he already hates this mirage more than he loves, but how can he bear to destroy it with his own hands?

If it is because of external forces, such as a sandstorm that destroys the mirage, he can also comfort himself and say that this is just a temporary oversight, and he has not fulfilled his duty to defend, and if this sandstorm even takes him in, then there is nothing to worry about, no matter how much he owes or how much he repays, all of them are cleared.

Yang Muqing's soul background color is almost pure white and transparent, although there are faint traces of black qi flowing, but it does not hinder the proof that he is a rare inner pure soul, but the purity of the soul is not necessarily a good thing.

If you are easy to trust, you will be easily deceived, and you will be easily hurt.

Sure enough, Mr. Ziwu pursed his lips and did not answer.

"Have you figured it out?"

Bodhi Zi is much more straightforward, since Mr. Ziwu has made a choice, he is like an old monk in the temple, holding a razor to the sad young man who is crying and wanting to become a monk, and repeatedly confirmed: Have you thought clearly?

Although both in terms of age and temperament, he is more suitable than Mr. Ziwu to play the role of "emotional teenager".

"Everything is ready, only one is missing."

Mr. Ziwu's soul was dressed in a long robe, and the end of his long black hair was buttoned with a white and transparent jade ring, and his expression looked a little sorrowful, but it looked more vivid and natural, and it was a little different from the modern skin he wore in reality, and it was even more handsome and picturesque, and it was estimated that the real immortals above the Nine Heavens were just like this.

"Don't you want to know why Gan Yuan's 'Longevity Borrowing Technique' didn't succeed?"

Gan Yuan's soul was trapped in the petals of the camellia, and once it was snatched out, her soul would be scattered, so she was still floating in the pavilion at this time, and she didn't know if she had found that the three of them had wandered into the world.

With the passage of these years, her soul power has become weaker and weaker, and I am afraid that in another year or two, even if there is no emergency, she will naturally dissipate one day. This is the great law of heaven and earth.

Mr. Ziwu is not a real god, and he can't do his best for Gan Yuan, but later he also discovered that the reason why Gan Yuan can't be reborn smoothly is mostly her own problem.

And in the face of a half-soul who has weakened to this point, even if it is a true god, I am afraid that there is nothing that can be done, in this world, there are always some things that you can't stop, and in the end you can only watch the things you don't want to see happen, even if it is terrible, you can only endure it.

"God will never let people do everything as they wish, isn't there a saying in the world, life is unsatisfactory nine times out of ten? Gan Yuan is the person I want to be resurrected the most, but everyone else has succeeded, but she can't, she must have been cursed by heaven and refused to let me be perfect. ”

Mr. Ziwu became emotional as he spoke, and the dark red soul patterns kept jumping out like boiling water, making him look full of evil, like a god of killing gods and killing demons.

"Did you ask her?"

Yang Muqing's intuition was not like that, although he couldn't see the petal man's expression "Yuan Yuan" clearly-I am afraid that no one could distinguish her expression except Mr. Ziwu himself, but he just knew that "Yuan Yuan" was a kind of guardian gesture for Mr. Ziwu.

Who protects whom, sometimes really can't be asserted by force alone.

Bodhizi caught the stunned look in Mr. Ziwu's eyes, and knew that he hadn't asked.

When you feel that you don't need to ask for reasons, and you think that it is all in your own speculation, often at this time, you should calm down and ask, is there any other reason? If you meet someone with a different reason, and the other party is an idiot who never asks and never asks, and may not be able to confess if you ask, it is likely that both parties will be killed by their own assumptions.

Does he really love Gan Yuan as much as he thinks he does?

Why does it feel not much different from mentioning Yin Jian?

"Don't you want to die? Before we die, let's ask you to find out. ”

Yang Muqing's heart was stirred up, from the moment he first saw the petal man, he inexplicably felt that there was a similar atmosphere between himself and Gan Yuan, in this story, Gan Yuan really played just a troubled and weak image?

Not necessarily......

"How do you ask?"

Mr. Ziwu rolled his beautiful eyes, unable to hide the curiosity that came out of his heart, after all, the matter of Ganyuan has always been a thorn in his heart, and if he can't pull it out, he will die with this pain.

"After asking, she will die immediately, is it okay?"

Mr. Ziwu lowered his head and thought about it, feeling that since he planned to end it, even if Gan Yuan did not go with him like Qiuyun Town, he was still lonely in the world, and he could no longer protect her soul, it was better to let her enter the afterlife and escape from the 100,000 square sea of suffering, so he nodded his head slightly, which was already a little frozen.

"Then let's go back to the body first and find another secluded place, it is difficult to operate the virtual body."

Yang Muqing planned to use a bone flute that he brought out from the spirit to collect all the three souls and seven spirits of Ganyuan, but the bone flute was in the backpack he carried, and he couldn't conjure a bone flute made of the bones of the giant spirit elephant in his soul state, and he asked himself if he didn't have the ability to take things from the air.

"Am I still here? What holy vessels do you need to find? Everything depends on your employer, when will you be able to make a profit? ”

Bodhi Zi glared at Yang Muqing fiercely, looking like a worried father who hated iron but could not become steel.