Those clear Lingling eyes disappeared, and Da Situ couldn't help but stretch out his hand, wanting to keep it, but it was only in vain.

Pale fingers pierced through the air, and the warm sunlight fell on the fingertips, but there was only endless cold.

Da Situ was stunned, but he was depressed for a while.

There is no more him in the world.

A small picture appeared in front of him, and he was the god he hated the most in his life.

The red-clothed god smiled and groaned:

"Crossing others does not cross oneself, and saving the people does not save the country.

The body and soul are gone, and there are no immortals left in the dust. ”

The young man in white was across from him, just laughing and not speaking.

However, his expression acquiesced in the order given to him by the gods.

Da Situ was stunned.

It was a picture he never remembered.

However, he would not admit that it was when the red-clothed god first arrived.

Your Majesty at that time...... He was only 18 years old......

How long ago did he decide his fate? Eighteen years old?

Or ...... Earlier?

The picture continued, and the red-clothed god sighed lightly: "Why bother? ”

The young man in white smiled lightly: "They are my people." ”

The smile is shallow, but it comes from the heart, with a gentle gentleness.

That's something Da Situ has never seen before.

He froze for a moment.

It turns out - did Your Majesty laugh?

In front of the god who has no heart?

The picture is flipped, the red-clothed god still has the same face, but the young man has faded away from his youth, has become a little more mature, and has become a young man, and his expression has become more and more melancholy.

Da Situ recognized that it was the year before His Majesty's death, and it was also the year when the red-clothed god disappeared.

The red-clothed god caressed the young man's chin with pity.

"Come with me. This mortal earth is not worthy of you. ”

The young man shook his head, soft but firm.

"Nope."

He refused so easily.

As if rejecting something as mundane, however, what he rejected was the opportunity to become a god, to eternal life.

Da Situ was completely stunned.

Little did he know that that the pesky god had made such an invitation to His Majesty.

It's a temptation that almost no one can refuse.

However, the red-clothed god showed a look of understanding, as if he had expected this.

He put down the hand that touched the young man with some regret, thought about it, patted the young man's shoulder again, and said, "If you regret it, you can come to me at any time." ”

The young man laughed but did not speak.

The red-clothed god was not angered by the young man's rude behavior, and still smiled:

"Well, I know your ambitions. So be it, if you will come with me, I will give you the highest glory; If you choose to stay, I'll give you a great funeral. ”

The young man said, "Thank you." ”

The red-clothed god narrowed his eyes in pleasure, "I know you're going to like it." Because you don't want anyone to take your body. ”

He seemed to be sure that the youth would die.

But he was not saddened by the result.

The youth was just an interesting enough person he had met to win him some patience and momentary favoritism, but not a little affection.

Da Situ once again felt a chill down his spine.

The god had no heart.

He always knew, but he never thought that he didn't have the heart or lungs to do this.

However, what made him even more cold was that his majesty still smiled so lightly: "Thank you." ”

Just as he had affirmed the red-clothed god's criticism of his fate, he had affirmed the ending that the red-clothed god had written for him.

The red-clothed god said with pity: "Poor boy, I am the only one in this world who understands you." So, why be so polite to me? ”

Da Situ's eyes were black for a while, and he tried his best to hold back so that he didn't let himself faint.

Well, what, the gods don't like His Majesty, he just sees a collection that's interesting and precious enough, and wants to collect it, but he doesn't have any obsession. Your Majesty knows this.

(End of chapter)