Xumo sat on the stone steps with one hand on his forehead and his back to Jialan. He couldn't help but laugh, it wasn't like him to hesitate like this.

Xumo is the same as Jialan, from the beginning, he regarded Qingtongjun and Xumo as two completely independent individuals with the same soul, he only regarded Qingtongjun as the previous him, but he never wanted to inherit Qingtongjun's emotions. Even if his mind was confused because of Jialan, he didn't want to admit that it was his feelings.

After he saw Jialan, he became more and more sure that it was Qingtongjun's residual love, and his sadness and hesitation were all illusions caused by memory.

He began to deny his emotions.

He should be crazy and reckless, how can he be messed up because of a Jialan.

And after a short period of chaos, Xumo is still Xumo, and he will not look at Jialan differently because of a special memory.

However, he obviously didn't know that when he was confused, his soul subconsciously wanted to get close to Jialan, no matter where Jialan was, he could always sense Jialan's breath.

It can be seen that Qingtong Jun's love for Jialan is unswerving.

Now Xu Mo doesn't have many memories of Jialan in his mind, but he remembers that Qingtongjun likes Jialan very much, and he likes it very much. Even with him, he has a good impression of Jialan.

The candlelight flickered, the potion in the pool began to boil, and Jialan's breathing changed, from shallow to deep, and the ups and downs of her chest gradually accelerated. The rising water vapor half covered Jialan's body, and the sound of Jialan's heavy breathing in the empty stone room slowly echoed in his ears.

Xu Mo didn't care about Jialan's strange appearance, he blinked, ignored it, his palm slid down to cover his eyes, and he still smiled evilly.

Oh, maybe, maybe after today, he will never come to meet her without scruples like now, so it is better to let him untie this knot and say goodbye to that past.

Xumo thought it through, he just separated himself from Qingtongjun too clearly, so he felt that it was just a love, and there was nothing to be sad about.

He is also chic and casual, thinking that it is just a past love of Qingtongjun, Qingtongjun has picked it up and put it down, why should he bother.

He only thought that Qingtong and Jialan had never been together and let go, but he didn't want to get it, so he couldn't let it go, so he carved lovesickness and love into his soul and brought it to Xumo.

Or is it because I don't understand it, so I can assert it like this.

Xumo straightened his right leg and stretched his waist, lying down on the cold stone steps, he put his hand on his forehead, and remained in this position for a moment.

Above his head was a pool of steaming juice, which grew thicker and stretched out like a living being, slowly climbing up the ground and sinking down the stairs. Touching the strands of hair on the top of Xumo's head brought his face into the mist. Tiny gases burrowed into his pores, and as his breath entered his body, something was slowly changing......

Whether it is a memory or a soul, he will not be able to get the complete truth in the end.

Shaodian asked him to remember his mission, and this time she hoped that he could remember the last thing he could put down before, and it was up to him to choose how to remember it, after all, she didn't want him to regret it.

His brows furrowed fiercely, and the sudden pain made Xu Mo's soul tremble, and his eyes widened and he was stunned.

He sat up with his arms folded, stared blankly ahead for a moment, then chuckled lowly, and then turned into a presumptuous laugh.

His eyes narrowed, and there was light flickering in his eyes, and the dark lines at the corners of his eyes loomed in the echoing laughter, and his eyes trembled slightly, describing madness.

But soon he controlled his slightly suppressed and crazy laughter, and lay down again as if he had suddenly lost his breath, and his heavy eyes looked at the long red rope.

Scold. As if self-deprecating, he clenched his fists and pounded the ground as if he were venting.

Qingtong-kun! What do you want him to do!

Xumo didn't want to be entangled anymore, but the memory always shattered the building's good defense when he was caught off guard. The only thing Qingtong Jun didn't want to think of, and what he didn't want to mention, actually appeared at this time, disturbing his mind.

That kind of picture is too tragic, so it was engraved in the depths of his memory by Qingtongjun, so that Qingtongjun never dared to see her again.

And Qingtong Jun is exhausted, afraid that he will change too much after "rebirth", and in the end even Jialan doesn't want to like it anymore, if even he no longer loves Jialan, then what should Jialan do? So, Qingtongjun engraved the memory formation into his soul, so that Xumo could feel his feelings and love at that time.

The night was bleak, starless and moonless. A thin drizzle of rain fell and formed very fine droplets on everyone's hair. It was the height of summer, and the insects in the mountains and forests were noisy, but at this moment they were all quiet.

On the empty grass stood one hundred and ten people motionless, the black iron armor almost melted into the night, making it difficult to distinguish clearly, and the previously restless and active puppet beast was now quietly prostrate at the feet of its master.

The woman at the head sat lazily on the wooden chair, playing with two small shark beads in her hands, she was petite, the chair was wide enough to hold her all, she bent her feet on the chair, leaned back on the chair, and waited for someone in the most comfortable posture. The two attendants standing straight behind her held umbrellas to cover the drizzle, enclosing a world for her.

The light blue and bright light of the shark beads illuminated the outline of the woman's facial features very clearly. The crimson lip makeup turned into a deep purple under the blue light, and the bright face looked eerie. A pair of beautiful eyes flowed like water, and then half-lowered eyes, indifferent and with undissipated anger, and when he raised his eyes to look at the road in the dark, the resentment and pride in his eyes could not be hidden at all.

Darkness is a good thing, and all dangers can lurk in the shadows, waiting for their prey.

He was dragged to the woman's feet, and felt something press on his back. He lay on the ground, the fragrance of grass and trees between his snorts. The scent of grass mixed with the smell of blood in his chest went straight to his head with his snort, making it impossible for him to tell if it was a dream or not.

He hadn't dreamed for a long time, and he didn't know what was wrong with him, the blackness in front of him and the pain woke him up, but it also made his already chaotic thoughts even more confusing. His chest was stuffy, and there was something fermenting about it, and he seemed to feel such a mood for the first time, and a trace of doubt flashed in his mind, and then he gradually forgot about it.

The woman seemed to be waiting impatiently, and his dyed nails slammed on the armrests one by one, more like knocks on his heart, and he began to tremble uncontrollably.

The woman felt something strange under her feet, glanced down her eyes, and let out a chuckle, which was hoarse and unpleasant because of the damage to her vocal cords: "It's a mountain god, it's so useless." ”

The puppet beast's ears trembled suddenly, and then immediately stood up and made a posture of preparation.

The woman raised her eyes and the corners of her mouth hooked, and immediately put down her feet and leaned forward: "Heh, here it is." ”

She lifted her foot and hooked his chin, forcing his face to turn to the darkness hidden behind the forest.

Who is it? Who is he waiting for?

...... Who will come and save him?

"Look at it, this time this palace will definitely call her to come and go!"

A woman in blue flashed to her mind, and she smiled and stepped out of the darkness to hug him gently.

She will come.

No, no, don't come!

He wanted to shout, and for some reason, he wanted to say something. But he was in so much pain that he couldn't say anything, he couldn't remember anything.

The woman stumbled down the hill with her body in pain, and the darkness around her was so bright that she could easily find their place.

The darkness ahead hid the dormant man, and only allowed her to see the woman in the circle chair clearly.

She calmed her hurried breath, and slowly approached them with her unsheathed sword, a loose and messy blue dress, her long hair was scattered, there was no pendant between her hair, and her wet hair stuck to her cheeks, outlining her delicate face.

The woman, pale, stopped a hundred paces away from him.

She was so far away from him, he shouldn't have seen the look on her face, but for some reason, he always felt like she was crying.

He hadn't seen her for a long time, she avoided him to recuperate, and didn't go to Tongshan, he was really worried about her, so he sent mountain ghosts down the mountain to find her many times, and after many years, there was no news.

He couldn't find her, and he couldn't contact Arin, so he thought she had gone to the Terran palace again. He deliberately supported the patriarch to secretly go down the mountain, and after becoming the mountain god for so many years, he was only willful once, but he didn't know that once she became what she is now, so that she couldn't go back.

"Jialan ......" finally called out her name. He held his breath and called out to the woman opposite, but his voice was so small that even the woman sitting in the chair mocked his "soft voice".

"Jialan, this mountain god is really useless, a little puppet deceived him, you see. The woman stretched out her slender fingers and grabbed his hair, pulling the scattered hair on both sides behind his ears to reveal a complete and handsome face, and she forced him to look up, "Come and see if he is the little mountain god you have been thinking about." ”

Jialan hung her head, the hair falling from her forehead covered her eyes, and a sword was held in her hand as if she had no strength, the darkness twisted behind her, and the cold gradually spread.

Such a shape is indeed like the evil spirit in the darkness, about to devour everything that stands in its way.

He tried to open his eyes to get a good look at her, and she was much thinner, and her body was much taller when she was elongated. She was wearing the Tianyun Gauze Ice Silk Brocade that he brought to her when he returned from Kunlun Mountain, and her jade bones and ice muscles were really suitable, and she was very beautiful when she wore them.

He suddenly laughed.

Jialan walked towards him step by step, slowly but surely.

Tears slipped from his eyes, and he looked at her without blinking.

"Why did you come down the mountain?" Jialan's voice was as clear and clean as ever, and when she spoke to him, she habitually lowered her voice and had a gentle end.

He gasped for breath and could no longer utter a word.

"Why don't you bring more mountain ghosts with you?"

Jialan ...... Jialan ......

His heart hurt so much that he couldn't even breathe.

"Where's Bai Hua, why don't you see her?"

Jialan, Jialan, Jialan.

He recited Jialan's name and watched her walk towards him step by step, behind him was a growing black qi, what was that? He didn't know, but he knew that if Jialan killed someone for him today, she would never be able to become a Buddha again.

As a teenager, he felt scared for the first time. He knew that he had harmed Jialan, and he might never see her again.

A warm red liquid ran down the corner of her eye, and it looked like something was about to burst open, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't see her clearly.

The woman suddenly grabbed his chin and poured the fishy-smelling liquid into his mouth and forced him to swallow. It was so hard to swallow that he almost spit it out but the woman slapped it and swallowed it back.

The pain in his whole body was slowly relieved, and his senses cleared.

It was human blood, and he was suddenly stunned.

The woman smiled and saw that Jialan was surrounded by layers of soldiers, but Jialan still did not stop, and the sword in her hand seemed to be getting heavier and heavier. She had never killed anyone with this sword, and even now, she had never thought of killing with it.

The human blood in his body soon attacked, the temperature of the divine body gradually increased, the black in his eyes spread, his eardrums swelled and hurt, he could only hear the sound of his own blood boiling, which made him gasp in pain, he endured not to make a sound, clenched his teeth tightly, but still leaked a trace of groaning.

He seemed to hear Jialan's sigh, and she was calling him.

"Kirikono. ”

There were more and more puppet beasts lurking in the dark, roaring and staring at her with glowing green eyes.

She gripped the hilt of her sword and slashed at the golems as they attacked......

She still couldn't take him away, and the woman seemed to have a heart for humiliating her, and after she couldn't stand anymore, she stepped on her hand, and the woman chuckled and looked at her condescendingly, holding a black puppet beast in her hand.

He couldn't see them clearly in the darkness, only that the woman had cut off a tuft of her hair and fed it to the puppet beast at hand.

She sneered and said to Jialan, "If you want to save this Tongshan God, bring your jade heart to the royal city in a month, and I will send him to you with my own hands." ”

He couldn't get one last look at her and fell into darkness. He wanted to say to her, leave me Jialan, leave Jialan quickly.

I am God, I am God!

But who is God?

God does not represent absolute power, but is simply a race chosen by the Heavenly Dao.

The darkness faded and the dream awoke.

Xumo exhaled deeply, stood up and patted the dust on his body, as if he hadn't seen everything in his memory. He didn't look at Jialan again and left resolutely.