Di Jiu closed his eyes that were too sour, but he couldn't hide the flowing water of the past, and it was trickling.

All the changes that followed, he knew better than anyone else. In the future, every action of Ah Han, every change in his expression, and every word he said, he never forgot it for a moment.

He didn't need this immortal artifact to remind him to think about the past, he just vaguely knew that this scene of seeing all the worlds was finally coming to an end.

In order to save him, he used the last bit of strength in his life, he was in his arms, and whispered that he had always been there, he was not afraid of the cold, he was just afraid of him being cold.

He silently shed a tear as he asked softly. It was the only time in this life, or rather, in all the lives of the world, that he wept.

However, he once again indifferently handed him over to others, knowing that what awaited him was torture and humiliation, and he was helpless. At this moment, his strength can't save him.

Finally regained a little strength, and finally could regain his combat strength, he tried this life, really did something for him, but found that the snake-like eyes of the Yaksha had been watching him coldly.

So, he covered up all his true feelings with an expressionless face, so he calmly played a vicious and ruthless betrayer, and ......

The strange and familiar voice suddenly heard in his ears made Di Jiu stunned and opened his eyes suddenly.

He would never mistake Han's voice, but the anger, hatred, and injustice in that voice ...... But it can't belong to someone like Ahan. ==

"Why, we give so much, but we don't get a trace of trust. A little respect, why, hurts us. Have you always said that you love our people? ”

"I'm tired, I'm really tired......"

He stared blankly at the illusion, which was still the torture chamber. It was still the one who was bound, but it turned out that at this moment, Ah Han was actually communicating with Xiaolou with his divine thoughts.

That anger, that hatred.

Han, you hate me so much.

Han, you finally hate me so far.

It is my blessing to be able to make you hate like this.

Generations and eons. You are obsessed, I am angry, you hate you, angry and resentful of you. However, you have finally learned to hate, and I can no longer be happy for you.

Han, I hope you are sober, and I hope that you will no longer be stupid, and you will no longer be so stupid that you don't know how to protect yourself. I even hope that you can hate me, but this one, you already hate me...... but I have nothing but sorrow in my heart.

Di Jiu looked at the illusion fixedly, and recalled every word of Ah Handi over and over again in his ears.

He knew his heart was aching, however. It hurts so much. But he was still surprisingly calm.

He still sat quietly, and he could still vividly recall every scene of the day. He could still clearly judge everything in front of him. Why, when people are in such pain, they are not crazy, they are not angry, they are not standing up and shouting.

After that, his crazy luck, his almost madness, and his desperate sacrifice were no longer important.

It turned out that at the end, at the last moment, Han looked at him and then closed his eyes.

At that time, he thought that he was too lazy to look at him again, but he didn't know that he was, in fact, on the verge of an outbreak.

In the last moment, his companion, his teacher, had been calling out to him, comforting him, telling him that he didn't have to struggle with the illusion of the flesh.

However, people who are outside the situation can speak so easily, so simply, and the pain in the heart and chest of the suffering person has never been understood only by himself.

However, why, hurt in that situation, hated so madly, but still refused to kill him?

At that time, he thought that he was here to save him, but he didn't know that it turned out that he was so weak and trapped that he still had the power to wipe him out in the snap of his fingers.

But in the end, he didn't hurt him at all.

That desperate battle ended in his victory. He took a wound all the way, shed blood all the way, hugged him and left, naively thinking that he would wake up soon, naively believing that in this life, after all, one thing is done, and such a life is not completely meaningless after all.

However, in the depths of the small building, the teacher, frowning, was explaining to his students the situation in Ahandi.

"No matter how much he hated him, he didn't want to kill him, so he treated himself in the most cruel way."

He invoked his powerful spiritual power and turned around to hurt himself. It's like a sane person who, when he finds himself going berserk, picks up a stick and knocks himself unconscious. ”

Why, why?

Han, after several lifetimes, why, you are still so stupid. Why, I was sad physically and mentally, but in the end you would rather destroy yourself than hurt me in the slightest.

Why...... Why, I thought you were smart, I thought you understood, I thought you could open your eyes to the world, but in your bones, you are still that ridiculous idiot.

Di Jiu laughed lowly, his voice was hoarse and jerky, and he didn't look like a living person.

He wanted to laugh at Han and laugh at himself as hard as he could, but he felt that he couldn't even do such a simple thing.

The teacher in the fantasy world is making the final summary.

"Where can the medical skills of the world awaken his spiritual body. Unless our Xiaolou's power intervenes, but whether he is in the physical body or in the Xiaolou, the healing effect of mental sleep is the same, why should we wake him up and let him suffer again......

I see!

Di Jiu wanted to sigh deeply, but in the end he just smiled.

In the past few years, all the hard work, all the dedication, can really be regarded as a joke.

It's ridiculous that Xia Worm doesn't know ice, and all those who want to talk and stop, but those high-ranking immortals, don't know how to explain it at all.

But even if it's a joke, even if it's false, even if everything is superfluous, so what?

He sat quietly for an unknown amount of time, he thought quietly for a long time, for a long time, he didn't move a finger, made a sound, and when Fang Qingchen's call sounded in his ears, he looked up a little dazedly, only to realize that even such an action felt a little jerky and difficult.

He looked at Fang Qingchen and asked softly, "You, actually, aren't you immortals?" ”

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Secretary Brown: After all, caesarean section is more hurtful, in order to allow Nalan to recuperate with peace of mind, Xiaolou will no longer add updates from today, and the number of updated words every day will also be reduced to words. In this way, the current manuscript should be able to be updated for 3 weeks. Originally, if the little guy had come out to make trouble in the evening, Nalan would have really been able to finish writing. Right now...... I think it's better to slow down than to add more updates every day and then run out of manuscripts and wait for her to come back and finish the tail. If she knew that she was going to break off, she would definitely feel uneasy and want to write in a hurry.