When Wang Yuan said this, he sighed slightly, as if he was laughing, and as if he was helpless. He glanced at Aoka Yaya, who had an indifferent look in his eyes, and smiled: "As you can see, I am an ordinary person who will grow old and die. ”

Qingqiu Yaya's eyebrows frowned, and she didn't believe it in her heart.

Even if the powerful and powerful people of the Yuan God Realm are trapped in the void, there is basically no possibility of survival. An ordinary person can exist in the void, that's a joke.

Wang Yuan seemed to see Qingqiu Yaya's doubts, and said with emotion: "Perhaps the only difference is that I made a bet with a great being, betting that I could get out of here alive. Of course, although this small space is a little lonely, as long as you dare to imagine, you can have any food you want, even a leisurely little world! ”

The doubts in Qingqiu Yaya's eyes became thicker and thicker, and she looked at Wang Yuan as if she was looking at a madman.

A dying man who tells himself that he made a bet with the Great Being that he would come out of the void alive!?

This man is either sick in the brain or sick in the head, right?

The divine light in Wang Yuan's eyes gradually dimmed, and his breathing became weak. As if he was about to die, and as if he was in a half-asleep state, he said weakly, "Although I can practice here, it doesn't mean anything to me.

Every hundred years is a cycle of reincarnation, from birth to death. Every hundred years is a new beginning, forgetting all kinds of memories of the past, and re-experiencing the despair and loneliness again and again. ”

As he spoke, he looked sideways at Qingqiu Yaya and said with a smile: "And you, the little girl who is lucky enough to come here, will compose the 129,600th Little Yellow Book with me!" ”

Qingqiu Yaya's face was full of confusion, and she couldn't understand what Wang Yuan was talking about.

This man is sick, right!?

Just when Qingqiu Yaya was puzzled, Wang Yuan swallowed his last breath with a smug smile on his face.

Then an unprecedented white divine light suddenly bloomed on his body, and a strong spiritual power like a vast sea of stars surged out, making Qingqiu Yaya only feel as if she was in a boundless sea of stars, perceiving her own insignificance and insignificance.

Her face turned red and she was a little breathless, and her heart was full of horror and disbelief.

This old guy who is disrespectful is really just an ordinary person. With such a vast and powerful spiritual power, even if the power of the primordial god is compared to it, it is just an ant and the sky, right?

At this moment, a chuckle suddenly came: "Although I am just an ordinary person, but after living for a long time, there will always be something to be desired." ”

Qingqiu Yaya was slightly stunned when she heard this, and saw a figure completely condensed by spiritual power appear on Wang Yuan's old skin. The figure was as frightened as the sun, exuding a terrifying power that could only be looked up to. The dazzling divine light shines on the heavens and the earth, and people can't peek into its true face.

Wang Yuan stood in the void, glanced at Qingqiu Yaya's surprised look, and smiled: "Don't be so surprised, if you live to my age, you will also have such a strong spiritual power." ”

As he spoke, countless books appeared around him, enveloping him like a sea of stars. Those books were like gold cast, exuding a faint golden glow, revealing endless mystery.

Wang Yuan caressed the books and sighed: "These books are all my memory. Every reincarnation is a new birth. Only when I store the memories of my previous life in my life before I am reborn in each life, will I not be erased by that great being. ”

Hearing this, Qingqiu Yaya looked at the vast sea of books, and couldn't help but swallow with difficulty.

It turned out that he had meant this before. But every book, if it represents the memory of his life. How many years has this unlucky guy been trapped here?

Wang Yuan smiled and said, "Here, there are 129,599 memories of mine. And you will compose with me the last book, the 129,600th memory. ”

One hundred and twenty-nine thousand five hundred and ninety-nine copies!

Doesn't that mean that this guy has been trapped here for at least tens of millions of years!

Thinking of this, Qingqiu Yaya couldn't help but feel dizzy in front of her, and she had an understanding of Wang Yuan's vast spiritual power like a sea of stars.

Even if a pig lives for so long, I'm afraid it will become a god, right?

Qingqiu Yaya's heart was shocked, and she glanced at Wang Yuan carefully, but saw a golden book gradually emerging in his hand. There was a little curiosity on her face, and a little bit of understanding.

Perhaps, as he said before, each book represents a lifetime of memory.

She was puzzled, and with some curiosity, she looked into the vast tome. It's just that she casually glanced at it a few times, and her pretty face suddenly turned red.

But I saw that there were "The Story I Had to Tell with the Empress", "Three Hundred and Sixty-Five Postures of the Goddess", "Fairy Jiaopan Series", "Dragon Girl Cultivation Plan", "White Paper on the Training of the Female Demon King Who Destroyed the World", "The Old King Hidden in the Next Space", "One Hundred and Eight Ways to Use My Little Goblin" and so on!

Aoqiu Yaya's face was crimson, her heart was full of shame and indignation, and she was a little curious.

What the hell is going on in the head of this bastard!

Qingqiu Yaya looked at the one hundred and eight ways to use the so-called little goblin in my family, and suddenly made up countless pictures that were inappropriate for children. Just when she was ashamed and a little curious, the book seemed to be pulled and slowly flew in front of her.

Qingqiu Yaya was stunned for a moment, and then carefully glanced at Wang Yuan, who was closing his eyes and concentrating, with a look of intention on his face.

I'll just take a look, it should be fine, right?

yes, I just want to see how bad he really is, not curious.

Qingqiu Yaya thought about it, and her mind moved slightly, and she opened the one hundred and eight ways to use my little goblin. But she saw that the book suddenly exploded, turning into a sky of golden light and merging into her mind.

At that moment, Aooka Yaya only felt as if she had become another person, no, it was a strange divine beast.

It was born with incredible powers and was able to transform into anything it saw. Even the legendary divine beast has no secrets in front of it. In its long life, it has been in contact with countless divine beasts such as the Divine Dragon, the Phoenix, the Nine-Tailed Sky Fox, and so on. But such a supernatural power against the sky has brought it not a beautiful future, but endless pursuit.

From the moment it was born, flight became an inescapable fate.

Until, by accident, it came here and met this man.

At that moment, Aooka Yaya seemed to be one with it, and felt the unprecedented warmth, the happiness of being understood and cared for.

I don't know when, there were two more tears in the corners of Qingqiu Yaya's eyes, and a happy smile appeared on her cold face.

Wang Yuan glanced at Qingqiu Yaya lightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly to reveal a smile.

One hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred lifetimes!

Time and Space Master, our pact is finally coming to an end. It's a pity that my nascent body is too weak to withstand the accumulation of tens of millions of years, otherwise I wouldn't have had to be so troublesome. Although this little fox's cultivation is a little weaker, a little training is enough to protect my path.

With this little fox with you for the last hundred years, I think it will be more interesting to live, right?

Wang Yuan sighed and slowly melted into the aging skin. But I saw that the Shenhua on his body was circulating, and the aging skin gradually became younger, but in a few breaths, he became a teenager. And Qingqiu Yaya, who was lying beside him, was also completely injured under the shroud of divine light, and she no longer had the miserable appearance she had before.

"Who doesn't have a past that can't be told?"

A burst of slightly sad music woke Aooka Yaya from her memories. She looked at Wang Yuan's lost look, and there was a little more tenderness in her eyes.

One day, you'll remember the 100 years of our solitude!