"That's right! Absolutely, yes, this is it! ”

Ron looked at the familiar look and was sure he was right.

This is the time rune stone he got from Tina earlier!

However, in his hand was a fragment of the Time Rune Stone, only a few hundredths the size of the complete Rune Stone in the picture.

It still wears it on Ron to this day, and while the growth-accelerating effect is weak, it's better than nothing.

For this, Ron was also teased by Tina, saying that this was the first time she had seen a dragon who wanted to grow old quickly.

The young dragon period of the metal dragon is a wonderful time.

Because they have the close care of their elders, they basically don't encounter any danger, and their childhood is happy and fulfilling, and they don't even have to do it themselves to get some treasures given by their parents.

This is far from being like the five-colored dragon next door, where each five-colored dragon wants to get through the weak period and enter the legend as soon as possible.

After saying the name of the artifact, Ron fell silent again.

"I didn't expect this thing to be related to the real time rune, maybe I should try to find it to complete it when I go back."

"I don't know what kind of power will shatter this powerful artifact."

Ron looked at the flickering memory and thought silently in his mind.

In the picture, the function of this artifact is vividly displayed by the alien time dragon.

It can seal the power of time in stone, making the passage of time extremely slow, and even preserving the time of a momentary plane forever!

This can be used not only against enemies, but also for studying the mysteries of time, which has endless uses.

Similarly, in addition to functions such as [Time Pause] and [Time Seal].

Ron's most anticipated permanent [Time Acceleration] Runestone can also do the same!

Ron saw with his own eyes that a starry sky beast was accelerated by this allomorphic time dragon with time rune stones to the point of life exhaustion, and it was wiped out!

If he could put it on himself, I am afraid that in an instant, he would surpass the demigod level and set foot in the realm of true gods!

Just when Ron wanted to see how the big guy fell, and how the true spirit fragments entered the realm of the dead.

The memory image in front of me suddenly disappeared.

The goddess of death, who was resting on Ron's shoulder with her eyes closed, also woke up.

"It's."

Ron and Death looked at each other.

The True Spirit Fragment apparently had no other memories to store.

It feels like chasing a drama halfway through, and when you're about to get to the exciting part, you're suddenly prompted to open a super member.

The key and even more tragic thing is that the two of them don't even know where to open the membership.

Looking at Ron, who looked expectant, the goddess of death waved her hand and said helplessly:

"There are only so many pictures, after all, it's just a fragment of memory, not the whole true spirit."

The memory fragments scattered on the grassland of the past are the most important memory images of their owner's previous life.

It's ridiculous to say that life is so long, and there are only a few truly unforgettable pictures

In fact, the memory picture of a normal true soul should only have a few thin pictures, and they are like photo PPT that keeps circulating back and forth.

It is also commonly known as the pre-dying marquee.

True spirit fragments like the Alien Time Dragon, which has a complete memory picture, can be said to be extremely rare existence, which is also the reason why the goddess of death lamented Ron's good luck.

"Okay."

Ron nodded, not disappointed.

Although he was eager to see the other True Spirit Fragments again, he gave up on the idea after seeing the Goddess of Death's tired appearance.

Moderate desire is pursuit, and excessive pursuit is greed.

Greed is not enough to swallow the elephant - self-destruction, this is the truth.

This time, I have gained a lot from watching the memory fragments of the True Spirit of the Time Dragon, and there is no need to force the Goddess of Death to find other True Spirits for him to filter and watch.

Although, Ron is sure that as long as she speaks, she will definitely agree to her request.

The goddess of death's preference for him can be felt even by a blind person, let alone the sensitive-minded Ron.

It's just that her heart is too heavy.

Staying with her in the realm of the dead forever was something that Ron couldn't accept.

In addition to loving each other, loving and being loved may both hurt.

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An hour later

Afterlife in the grassland

Ron and Death straightened each other's clothes, then sat quietly on the grass filled with white light, watching the black and white sun slowly set.

The hands between the two did not let go of the memory after reading it, but naturally clenched tightly.

The story of the Alien Time Dragon seems to still be in front of Ron's eyes.

"The brain is swollen, and there is an illusion that it wants to grow a brain."

Ron lay down on the black meadow, complaining nonchalantly.

Although there is a filter of the goddess of death, watching other people's memories for tens of thousands of years through the first perspective in a short period of time still makes him a little dizzy.

"It's so brain-consuming just to look at a true spirit fragment, I really don't know"

Suddenly!

He stopped talking, quickly got up and turned his head to look at the goddess of death sitting beside him, holding the true spirit tea in her hand and her face was serene.

In a flash

Ron remembered what the Goddess of Death had said to him when he first arrived in the realm of the dead:

"These are all dissipated souls in the teacup, and only when I drink them and absorb those superfluous emotions can I make them newborns who have no feelings in their previous lives at all, and return to their respective worlds to be reincarnated."

A large number of other people's true spirit memory fragments were instantly crammed into his mind, and the number of them was measured in universe!

That feeling

Ron reacted suddenly, he looked at the goddess of death and said in a lost voice:

"Wait, then you're drinking this stuff every day, and you're going to watch all the pain and good memories of the universe?"

When the goddess of death heard his question, her body suddenly stiffened as she leaned on Ron.

The wind blew through the meadows, and the temperature of the entire realm of the dead seemed to drop slightly.

Ron stared at Death, waiting for her answer.

"Well, of course, I'll look at all those things, so I just fell asleep, little Ron, don't be angry."

The goddess of death only stiffened for a moment, and then regained her lightness.

"And let me tell you, most of the broken true spirits leave behind painful memories, after all, ordinary normal souls can't reach me."

She replied with a relaxed face and as a matter of course, as if there was nothing wrong with it.

Yes, how can ordinary souls be scattered, I think it is the soul of the evil camp that suffers more from this kind of fate, right?

Ron was silent and looked at the goddess in front of him with a nonchalant face.

To her, it seemed that the pain of purifying the true soul was more important to her than the fact that Ron would not be angry with himself.

A gentle breeze blows through the meadow

Treebells swaying and rattling.

Ron opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

It was the true spirit of the entire multiverse, and it was unknown how many evil and painful memories it contained.

One or two are fine, but on such a huge basis with the universe as a unit of measurement, the goddess of death is constantly absorbing and purifying these memory fragments

Won't she be polluted or crumbled?

The thought of the way she was always smiling at himself made Ron feel strangely awkward.

His ears seemed to suddenly ring the words "this madman" spoken by the gods, and the picture of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood that the death rune had shown him once again appeared in his mind.

Smiling goddess of death.

A goddess of death with bloody hands

Goddess of death in chains.

Ron was suddenly at a loss.

What would she be like when it came to other people or gods?

"Won't you feel pain? Absorb these things every day? ”

After thinking about it again and again, Ron still said the biggest doubt in his heart, and he couldn't hold back this doubt.

The Goddess of Death tilted her head and thought about it carefully, then replied with a smile:

"Of course, I felt sad at first, but then I got used to it."

"And I have two secret weapons!"

"Two secret weapons?"

"Well, one of them is the one you see in the mirror."

Ron thought back to the little girl in the mirror, in metal shackles.

At first, I thought it was some secret hobby of the goddess of death.

And now she actually said that the little girl was a secret weapon?

Ron asked, somewhat confused:

"She? Could she help you avoid the contamination of memory fragments? ”

"Of course it can't be, if you had that kind of power, it wouldn't be like this"

The goddess of death shook her head, and said no more about the little death, but said with a smile:

"She can just help me erase all emotions and memories when I feel like I can't hold on, so that the new 'me' who has not experienced pain can start purifying my true spirit again."

Ron looked at the goddess in front of him in a daze, who had tasted the pain of the world but was still smiling.

Erase all emotions and memories?

Is that still yourself?

"You"

Ron was about to say something when he was covered by the goddess of death.

She looked at Ron with soft pupils, and there was endless tenderness in her eyes:

"Little Ron, don't expect me to become, don't tell me what I should be, I know what I'm going to be, even if it's what I don't like."

Probably the wind was too strong, blowing away all his previous gentleness.

Ron wasn't dissuaded this time.

He looked at the smiling goddess of death, forcefully pulled away her hand, and said with a serious face:

"But what's the difference between that and death?"

The wind stopped at this moment, and time seemed to stand still.

The goddess of death tilted her head and thought carefully for a moment, then nodded:

"That seems to be the case."

Then she seemed to think of something happy, and said with a smile:

"So, even if it's death, it's going to die."

"Little Ron, don't forget your oath~~"

For a moment, Ron was a little speechless, not knowing what to say.

"What about you. Wouldn't it be nice not to do this? ”

He whispered

Despite his early speculation, Ron couldn't help but bring it up, he didn't want the clingy goddess of death to disappear.

"If you don't do it, the entire multiverse will fall into chaos and finally be completely destroyed, and then the people and things that little Ron is familiar with will disappear forever."

The goddess of death looked up at Ron and said with a smile.

"Do you really want me to do that?"

She looked at Ron, as if she could ignore the entire multiverse as long as he said that word.

Ron bowed his head and was silent.

Suddenly, he remembered what the goddess of death had said before, if it was two secret weapons, what would the other one be.

He raised his head, his eyes a little evasive:

"What's the other secret weapon besides that mirror?"

"The other one."

A breeze brushes the delicate strands of Death's hair.

The braids, which Ron had braided with clumsy skill, slowly unraveled.

Her long white hair fluttered in the air in the light like a pure white ribbon, gently lingering around her.

"I won't forget little Ron."

The familiar scent of bellflower came flooding in, but Ron didn't refuse this time.

He probably knew what the other secret weapon was.

Faced with the approach of the goddess of death, he took the initiative to take her hand and took her into his arms.

"As long as you can spend a little more time with me, it will be great"

The goddess of death let Ron hold her tight, and she leaned lightly against Ron, looking at everything in front of her.

She gave all her tenderness to Ron, but she never asked him to give her anything.

Perhaps, as long as she can watch him regain his life, it is her greatest wish.

As the sun gradually set, the backs of the two slowly merged together.

Same view

Because different people accompany and appreciate, it will glow with a completely different scene.

now

Her beauty and calmness overshadow everything around her.

The entire grassland of the afterlife has become no longer ordinary because of the presence of the goddess of death, as if her body exudes a divine light, making all darkness and haze disappear.

"Little Ron, you know what."

"In fact, death is not the end of life, it is forgotten by all beings in the world."

Her eyes were misty, and her white fingers gently caressed his face.

"The real death is that no one in the world remembers you, and all traces of your existence have dissipated silently."

The goddess of death leaned on Ron's shoulder and slowly closed her eyes, her quiet face full of tenderness.

"As long as little Ron doesn't forget me, I'm happy."

Ron looked at her and said seriously:

"I don't have a good memory, but at least I won't forget you, the bad woman who took my first time."

Whether it is in his past life or now, Ron has indeed not had an official girlfriend due to various circumstances, let alone the goddess with whom he has befriended.

So no matter what point of view, one of his blood was indeed taken by the goddess of death.

The goddess of death smiled lightly, as if she had expected him to say this.

She tilted her head slightly, glancing at Ron out of the corner of her eye, and her smile was full of indescribable tenderness and warmth.

"Oh, is it? That's great. ”

The corners of Death's mouth were slightly upturned, with a bit of playfulness and relief, and her voice was loud and clear.

No matter how many repetitions, how many reincarnations.

As long as it is what he says, she is always willing to believe it unreservedly.

Even if she has heard this sentence thousands of times, she is willing to eat it.

"The stars in the sky often make me dream, and death is nothing but the way to the stars"

She leaned over Ron, humming a nameless ballad.

The staccato singing echoed throughout the meadow, and the soft voice was filled with a deep sadness and pain, and the song seemed to be the cry and sustenance in her heart, containing endless emotions and thoughts.

On the vast black grass, circles of white true spirits converged into a ring around the bodies of the two of them, slowly floating.

In her singing, Ron seems to be awakened to his long-dormant soul, inspired by his inner strength and wisdom, and perceives an emotion and existence that transcends time and space.

Eternal Fall Canyon, Underworld, Upside-Down Stone Realm.

At this moment, the existence of countless reincarnation planes in the multiverse heard that vague sound.

With the true spirit as the audience, the world dances for it

It was as if the whole universe was listening to her singing, as if to pay tribute to her beauty and gentleness.

This goddess not only has infinite strength and wisdom, but also a kind, warm, and human heart.

She will not only know how to give honor and punishment, as some gods do, but more like a loving mother, always protecting the person she wants to protect.

Obviously the embodiment of death.

But at this moment, Ron saw the source of life in her.

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"In the abyss of life, I have witnessed the tenderness of death."

"In the arms of death, I felt the true meaning of life."

"The stars in the sky often make me dream, and death is nothing but the road to the stars."

"Time is like a candle that burns with a flame, igniting the dance of our lives."

"It's like a river that flows endlessly, in which life and death are intertwined."

"My love, death is not the end of life, forgetting is."

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