Hearing this, the goddess of death turned her head and looked at Ron deeply, then shook her head and said:

"Should. Yes, but I'm not sure if He exists. ”

"That"

A plain white finger suddenly stood in front of his lips, blocking Ron's mouth as he was about to continue talking,

The goddess of death looked at him with a smile:

"Little Ron, you've already asked two questions, oh, what do you want to pay for the extra questions?"

The fair, slender fingertips gently crossed Ron's lips, and a hint of charm spread between the two of them.

Ron glanced at the fingers on the side of his mouth, forcibly resisted the instinct to take a bite, pouted and pretended to be disdainful and said:

"If you don't say it, you won't say it, you still want to lie to my body, when I'm stupid and sweet!"

"If little Ron is so smart, it will be difficult to find a partner in the future~"

"Hehe, with my appearance, the dragon chasing me can be lined up from the astral realm to the realm of the dead!"

"But in that case, I'll be very jealous~"

"I don't !!"

The familiar warmth made the clouds in the sky hide shyly.

The shadows of the two quietly merged into one at this moment.

Like

The light falls into the dust and blends with the dust.

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Time always passes inadvertently.

In the blink of an eye, Ron had been in the realm of the dead for four days.

In these few days, he lived a life of "working at sunrise and resting at sunset" with the goddess of death in this vast grassland.

"I'm leaving in three days, are we going to 'waste' time on this grassland these days?"

Ron was lying on the prairie, his whole person in a "wooden" shape, his eyes staring blankly at the black and white sky.

The white sea of true spirits was constantly surging in the sky, like the tides of the sea.

It made him a little nostalgic for what life had just come to Oracle Town.

At that time, I was full of food and sleep every day, and occasionally manipulated the vice principal trio and Gandalf to do some small things behind the scenes

For example, adding some new dishes such as rat head duck neck to the school cafeteria. (That's right, there are ducks with rat heads in this magical fantasy.) ）

There is no need to "work hard" every day to do physical work as it is now.

"I'll have to ask Gandalf where he got that red fruit from when I get it, and I'll have to make some of it myself."

Ron thought silently to himself.

"What's wrong? Is little Ron tired of being here? ”

The goddess of death appeared in front of him silently, sat down next to Ron, chuckled and put her arms around his shoulders.

Then, she lowered her body and whispered in Ron's ear:

"Still. Tired of me? ”

The warm and soft breath tickles the ears.

At this time, the two of them were lying in a quiet corner of the meadow, and the white sunlight was shining on them through the leaves.

Not warm, but bright enough.

Just like the love of death, it goes straight to the source.

A few bellflowers around were chirping happily, as if they had become witnesses to the emotions of the two.

In the pure black sky, the white true spirit clouds floated leisurely like sheep, and the flowers around them exuded a faint fragrance, filled with a quiet and warm atmosphere.

"You know I didn't mean that."

Ron turned his head away from the fiery gaze to keep her from teasing herself.

This level of stimulation no longer works for him.

Dragons always grow, and this iridescent baby dragon has managed to learn a lot of strange new things in the space of a few days.

Now Ron can talk to the goddess of death about "Jackie Chan" without changing his face.

A strand of silver-white silky hair fluttered in the wind.

Today, the goddess of death wears a black robe, and her hair is still the "trendy double-whip hairstyle" that Ron has woven for her.

She looked at the black and white border in the distance, holding a white porcelain teacup and taking small sips of true spirit tea, and did not continue to tease Ron.

Around her were clusters of white true aura.

They seem to be attracted by some kind of gravitational pull, constantly floating up and down around the body of the goddess of death.

"What the hell are these things? Why don't you let me touch it? ”

Ron straightened up, looked at the white light in the distance, and couldn't help but ask curiously.

In the past few days, he had also wanted to try to catch a cluster of light that was all over the [Afterlife Grassland] and see what it was up close.

It's a pity that this behavior has been interfered with by the goddess of death and has not been successful.

With a gentle wave of her hand, the goddess of death gently dispersed the surrounding light.

"This place is called the Grassland of the Dead, just like its name, legend has it that you can see the memories of your past life here."

Hearing this, Ron's eyes lit up, and he said with some excitement:

"Is there my past life here?"

If there is a chance to look at the memories of your past life, everyone must choose to take a sneak look, right?

After all, no matter who everyone has imagined when they were young, in their previous life, they may have been some generals who defended their families and the country, or the immortals of the fourteen states of a sword.

The goddess of death looked at Ron with an excited face, and the corners of her mouth raised slightly:

"Haven't you heard a word?"

"What?"

"Legends have it that they all deceive three-year-olds."

“.”

looked at Ron speechless, as if he had eaten a duck's neck.

The goddess of death smiled and leaned back and forth, and it took a long time before she stopped.

"Okay, okay, no kidding you, little Ron shouldn't be so stingy."

Seeing that Ron, whose face was dark, turned his head away from her again, the goddess of death did not dare to continue teasing him.

She forced a smile and said slowly:

"Actually, this is the area where the fragments of past life memories that fell from the bodies of the true spirits before I purified them converged."

"Because of this, many of them are floating here with the warmth and beauty of the past that many souls have in their lifetime."

After hearing this, Ron's face eased a little, and he turned his head and asked suspiciously:

"Then why don't you let me see it and keep dispersing them?"

The goddess of death pursed her lips and said reluctantly:

"What can come here and be firmly remembered by the true spirit must be the most unforgettable and beautiful memory that I don't want to forget."

"The reason why I don't want you to touch it is also to prevent you from falling into those memories and not wanting to come out."

"It's 'not dangerous', but it's a waste of time, you've only been here for a few days!"

"Okay."

Ron sighed with emotion, and understood what she had done in the past few days.

This goddess of death is so possessive of herself that she doesn't want to be separated from Ron for a minute.

Looking at Ron's helpless expression, the goddess of death suddenly took his hand and asked seriously:

"Little Ron would love to see someone else's true spirit memories?"

"You didn't mean that."

"Do you want to?"

"Yes!"

Ron was honest and spoke his mind.

For the vast majority of intelligent beings, it is instinctive to feel a subtle sense of stimulation and excitement when they peep into someone else's secret.

Not to mention gossip is the nature of the rainbow dragon, and this group of legendary dragons who like to follow dramas like to watch that kind of impressive picture the most.

For the memory picture engraved in the soul floating on the grassland of the past life, it is simply irresistible.

Curiosity can kill a dragon, it's not just an empty word.

After receiving an affirmative answer.

The goddess of death got up, dragged Ron to his feet, and said solemnly:

"Since little Ron wants to see it, then I'll show you!"

"But you have to be careful not to fall into deep memories, the memory fragments of true spirits are different from soul memories, if you are not careful, it is possible that the emotions of true spirits will be completely imprinted on your soul!"

"In other words, once you get addicted to it, there is a good chance that you will feel like you are the person in the fragments of memory, and thus completely change your thinking."

Ron's eyes widened:

"Then you just called it no danger?!"

"Unconsciously becoming another person's personality and memory, this is already a personality modification and a mental seal, right?"

The serious expression on the face of the goddess of death suddenly changed, and she said with a smile:

"But don't worry, I'm here, and if little Ron gets addicted to it, I'll provide you with a "wake-up" service. ”

With that, she took Ron with one hand, and the other casually touched a cloud of white light floating nearby.

The faint fluctuation of the power of death swept by, causing the entire grassland to fall into a state of stillness in an instant.

Looking at the smiling face of the goddess of death, Ron always felt a little bad.

This so-called "wake-up" service can't be a physical wake-up call, right?

Before he could say a few more words, an indescribable sensation slowly entered Ron's mind along the hand of the goddess of death.

It's like diving into an icy pool in the summer, and the thrill goes straight to the sky.

Ron felt his mind be swallowed up in an instant.

A silver-white dragon that controls time, a Möbius ring that represents eternity, a tail like an hour hand, and a scene of ice and snow

He couldn't control his body, and countless fragments of memories appeared in his mind, as if images flashed quickly before his eyes.

"Is this the True Spirit Fragment?"

Ron only had time to let out one last sigh of emotion, and then he completely entered the world of memory fragments.

At the same time, his body fell backwards uncontrollably.

A pair of gentle arms gently wrapped around Ron's limp body and caught him in a princess holding position.

However, unlike in the fairy tale, it was the prince who fainted this time.

The goddess of death looked at the serene face of the man in her arms and gently lowered him to the lawn.

Although Ron had entered the world of memory, his left hand still subconsciously held the right hand of the goddess of death.

She looked at the clenched hands, smiled and backhanded them, and then looked up at the endless sea of True Spirits in the sky.

At this moment, she was a little distracted.

In the boundless grassland of the dead, black and white weave and intertwine.

Gentle souls will meet

The clean spirit will mingle

"If you say, the palm represents the past, and the back of the hand represents the future"

"So what will be the result of the fusion of the past and the future?"

After a long time

The goddess of death, who had come to her senses, shook her head, and then a cup of true spirit tea appeared in front of her.

She grabbed the white porcelain teacup and looked at the sunset in the distance.

"It's like. It's almost time. ”

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