It seems that just yesterday, the words that the man said when he left were still as clear as usual in his ears.

"When I get back, would I like to dance with you again?" she smiled.

Yes, she loves to dance the jade waist with his flute the most.

"I didn't sleep all night last night, and I thought of a new dance that I thought you would like, but you have to compose a new tune. She whispered, a warm breath lingering in her ears.

"Good. ”

That was the last thing I said to her.

The tea in the house had cooled, and she didn't come back. Re-boiled the water, made new tea, and put it on the stove to warm, she didn't like to drink cold tea.

I turned over the soil under the small peach sapling in the yard.

This peach sapling was plucked by her from the garden of the immortal who was high up.

"This peach is delicious, you have to find a way to feed it, I know you have a way, right? The tone of affirmation was irrefutable, like her wanton laughter in the wind.

She's always been so troublesome.

But she always has a way to put all the trouble in check.

Just like this time.

After hearing from her, he couldn't find her anymore.

The soul is gone, and she will never be found again.

Leaving no room for anything, it just dissipated between heaven and earth wantonly, and disappeared without a trace.

gave up him so chicly, gave up the small courtyard, gave up the peach tree, gave up the cup of warm tea, and gave up the words she promised to dance for him.

For the first time, he felt pain, heartache, a knife.

So he shed his first tears in pain.

Should he hate?

Hating that since she was so ruthlessly gone, why did she find him in the abyss of the Polar Sea and wake him up.

Hate why she is so ruthless, abandon this world, and let herself settle down.

Maybe it shouldn't have been done to her then.

"I like you so much, can't you like me?"

"Don't dare. ”

"What dare you do, I like you, you like me, then we'll be together, it's as simple as that!"

"You are my master. ”

He was an immortal beast, a fairy beast found in the abyss where she was surrounded by the middle of the extreme sea.

She is a noble immortal, before he transforms into a human form, he is her fairy pet, her mount, her guardian.

There has never been an immortal and his own immortal beast, and it is not okay.

He ignored the pain in her eyes as he said that.

Now, she doubled that pain on his heart.

He wants to pay it back.

So, he went and asked the Buddha who lived in the Brahma temple in the west.

The Buddha summoned back the soul and soul that was struck by the burning thunder before her soul flew away, and used the forbidden method of ten thousand spirits to restrain the remaining soul and soul, and threw it into the path of reincarnation.

The Buddha said that she would have to go through eternal reincarnation before she could come back, and that she would not be able to be a human until the last life.

She is going through the cycle of all souls that bind her soul and soul.

For grass, for flowers, for trees, for insects, for livestock......

The Buddha gave her mother, the Mussel Mother, a grain of ashes left behind by the ancient creator god, to give her a pearl......

Four thousand years have passed, the flowers have bloomed, and the wounds in his heart do not seem to have faded with time, but have formed scars, reminding him all the time.

The peach tree in the yard bloomed and bore fruit, but she still didn't come back.

He is a fairy beast, an immortal beast that should follow in the footsteps of his master and live.

Now, he's like an outcast beast, uncared for.

An immortal once approached him, but he refused.

In this life, he has only one master.

He knew she would come back, come back to drink the tea he had made, come back to see the peach tree he had planted, come back to finish what she had said before leaving.

It was one day, four thousand years later, and he had a dream that he hadn't dreamed in a long, long time.

In the dream, a baby girl was born, her eyes closed, motionless.

For the first time, he left the small courtyard, entered the mortal world, and found the baby girl in his dream.

As in the dream, she lay motionless, so petite, her faint breathing intermittent.

In her arms, she was so light, like a feather.

A living stillborn child, who can't eat or drink, just falls asleep motionless.

A thousand years later, on that sunny day, she appeared in front of her eyes, and her fawn-like eyes looked at him so cautiously.

Meng Po's bowl of tea made her lose too many things.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Mu Fan. ”