Ah Han looked at it in a daze, in a daze.

In fact, a long, long time ago, when he heard Di Jiu and tell the legendary story of seven hundred years ago, he already vaguely felt that perhaps, Di Fei would leave Bai Jinghong for him.

However, he never wanted Di Fei to be unhappy because of him, and he never believed that the world could treat him not only exclusively and possessively, but really value and really give up some people and things that are highly valued for him.

Therefore, although he asked blankly, he would never think in this direction again after not getting an answer.

Now, in the face of such a truth, he still can't think.

Tired, weak, sick. He doubted that he was still capable enough to accept all external information and think about all possibilities normally.

Seven hundred years ago, the man was gone, and seven hundred years later, he was speechless.

He couldn't be happy because of Di Fei's sadness and despair, but he couldn't be sad because Di Fei finally left Bai Jinghong for him.

He just stared blankly, his body hurting, his heart hurting, his brain hurting, his chest hurting, every bit of consciousness was pain.

That's only because he's injured...... It definitely doesn't feel touched or hurt......

One day in the sky, ten years on earth. Many years of time have flowed easily through the changing screen in the depths of this small building.

That man has been practicing martial arts frantically, and that man has been walking in all directions by himself in a chic manner.

Nothing can bind him, nothing can bind him, but. But he didn't seem to have any more pursuits.

Lazily facing the world, calmly responding to all hostilities. He doesn't think about gains and losses, he doesn't care about profits, everything he does seems to be purely for his own pleasure.

He watched in amazement, his mind dazed because of his mental injury. It takes a long, long time to look at the people in the fantasy world, and after going through the wind and frost in a blink of an eye, you will slowly remember.

Ah, many, many years ago, he had been urging his master to practice well.

Many, many years ago, he had innocently asked his master, what is a happy life?

The pursuit of the overlord, the story of the hero. What's the fun to talk about?

Many, many years later...... Is his master working so hard, so hard, to be a man according to the life that a little boy wants to live......

He didn't know. His little male pet is worried that his martial arts are not good, but he is afraid that no one will support him in the future. His little male pet's view of life is very different from that of ordinary people, just because, that guy, is selfish. Cold, numb, and lazy to the extreme, he doesn't know what an ideal is or what a pursuit is.

And he, he doesn't know anything, so he works so hard, so hard, to do what he thinks Han will like. The one who would agree?

Isn't it? Isn't that so?

Han thought dizzily, not sure, unwilling to be sure, not sure.

Di Fei never cried, Di Fei never confided. Di Fei never paid tribute to him, even after he was drunk. His name won't be called either.

And he. Always stupid. He is so stupid, and he can be self-righteous. What is the result?

He opened his dry eyes and looked at the illusion above.

There, there is clear water, peach blossoms, sunshine, and light boats.

On the light boat, between the blue water, among the falling peach blossom petals, the god-like man suddenly curled up all over his body, trembling.

Why he was sad, he didn't know. Don't want to know either.

He didn't know why he was vulnerable. I don't dare to know.

He just watched and watched and watched for seven hundred years.

The man lived in seclusion in the mountains, and the man passed on his art. That person still loves to drink, or uses the greatest energy to practice, that person often unconsciously plays with a brilliant pearl in the palm of his hand, Ah Han recognizes, it is the Heavenly Demon Bead of the Shura Sect.

He has never had the best memory in the world, how could he forget that the jewel of later generations was his little toy for playing marbles. Once, his master, smiling in the sun, promised to play with him, but ......

The head hurts more and more, and it hurts more and more. Why is he so injured and tired, he still has to look at these meaningless things that have passed away seven hundred years ago?

However, he felt as if he didn't even have the strength to close his eyes and stop looking at the ground.

The man's disciples received more and more, and when everyone entered, they were all children, and the man would often stare into the clear eyes of those children, and there was a moment of distraction.

He treated his disciples wonderful, wonderful. I never care if the other party has a talent for martial arts, and whether the progress of learning martial arts is very fast. He cared for them, tolerated them, and treated them well. When they grew up one by one, when they gradually became ambitious, he smiled and waved his hand, and then let the grown eagle fly to his heart's content, and then continued to stay in the mountains alone, alone, drinking and practicing.

He looked at him, at him as he grew old a little, as he fell silent, as he watched him, at the marks carved by the Wind Knife between his brows, as the Frost Sword left an imprint on his long hair.

He always stayed alone in the lonely mountains, back then, the front and back hugging in the Qingtian Village, majestic and majestic, has become the past dust, incomparable. However, Han has the most hateful and powerful memory in the world, and he remembers everything so clearly and clearly.

The Shura Sect was established, the rivers and lakes, the ups and downs, the disciples were grateful, the overtures of the old department of Qingtianzhuang, and even Bai Jinghong's repeated visits were not available, and in Di Fei's heart, there was no wave, and in the eyes of Han, it was also irrelevant. On that day, it seemed very ordinary, he lazily went down the mountain to buy wine, but he happened to meet the old department, he asked very casually, and then the man replied to the old story of saving him many years ago.

Han didn't deliberately want to look at him fixedly, Han didn't deliberately want to pay attention to the change in his expression at this moment, he was just so tired that he didn't even have the strength to close his eyes, but his observation and memory were the strongest.

He kept his eyes open, watched, watched.

At this moment, even if you put your face on Di Feidi's face, you can't see any change in his facial expression and the brilliance in his eyes.

However, Ah Han can clearly see that at this moment, many, many things have changed.

Even after 700 years, he could feel that the sun was so bright and brilliant that it was suddenly dim and cold, making people feel cold.

Di Fei on the screen was still calm, he was still smiling, still talking, smiling and talking to the old ministry about the cause and effect of three lives, the cycle of life and death, smiling and taking the wine, turning back and leaving calmly.

Han's lips moved off-screen, and he suddenly wanted to tell him that those things were not important, and that he was just saving him...... He saved him...... But it's just a requirement for the system...... Computer Reminder ......

But after a long time of 700 years, no matter how strong his spiritual power is, no matter how hoarse he is shouting in his heart, that person will never be heard.

Nonsense divider - Secretary Brown: Please look forward to tomorrow, tomorrow's chapter, very good, very good.