As night fell, the lilac forests plunged into a chilly cold wind after the last rays of sunlight fell. A black figure cut through the fog and easily walked out of the confusing woods and into the realm inhabited by the mountain ghost clan.

Zhao Han bypassed the route of Xumo to attack the Mountain Ghost Clan, and the sword took a sideways, using an almost bizarre tortuous route, climbing the cliff in a serpentine shape from the foot of the mountain, and passing through the barrier set by the Mountain Ghost Clan before entering the forest and finally coming to this place.

He came alone to an abandoned thatched hut on the mountainside, dressed in black and almost melting into the night.

He carefully pushed open the broken wooden door, and the falling dust made him subconsciously take a step back. He swept away the smoke and dust in the air and looked inside, the room was so dark that he couldn't see anything but the uneven mud beneath his feet.

He leaned into the room and dug up a palm-length plant root in the corner of the room. It was a tree root that he had secretly cut off from the body a day ago, just waiting to come in handy today.

After only one day in the ground, the surface of the short root system is covered with thick bark. Zhao Han drew a short knife and cut open the bark, revealing the tender green new skin. He buried the roots in the ground again, and he stood by and watched the land, waiting for the roots to grow.

After a while, the roots of the tree reacted, and several tiny roots grew on the new green skin, and the roots regenerated the root system. In a short time, a large network of roots centered on the grass hut stretched out in all directions.

And through the eyes of Zhaohan, you can clearly see that the white roots are swimming underground, bending and spreading in all directions.

After a moment, the pale light dimmed and the roots stopped growing.

Zhao Han's eyes lit up and he found it.

He searched for the roots of the trees underground, and after leaving the realm of the Mountain Ghost Clan, he found that the extension of the root system was the woods south of Tongshan Mountain, and that place had the weakest force a few hours ago, but now it was the strongest.

After hesitating for a moment, he decided to check it out. Whatever the outcome, he must see her.

Because he was very familiar with the road conditions of Tongshan, Zhao Han easily came to the forest in the south.

It is on the edge of Tong Mountain, overgrown with weeds, and in some places there are only a few small trees. A few steps to the right is a narrow mountain stream, which is not suitable for people to walk, let alone hide. The men set by Xumo were all guarding the intersection, most of them hiding in the shadows, and now he couldn't even find out where they were hiding.

The only thing he could pray for now was that she didn't run too far, at least not by those people.

There are too many wild mountain spirits in this place, and because of the stimulation of the golden fire before, they are now extremely sensitive and irritable.

Along the way, he was either entangled in vines on the side of the road or cut by the weeds under his feet.

The frightened mountain spirit itself will secrete a venom to protect itself, which is not heavy, but it will cause people to fall unconscious.

Zhao Han wiped the sweat from his forehead and squeezed out the poisonous blood from the wound. He can't fall now, or ...... He looked around, and countless spirits in the shadows were watching him with faint eyes, waiting for him to divide up his body when he was unable to move.

He is the most inferior puppet, not only in terms of spiritual power, but also the wound is not easy to heal after being injured. Along the way, he was already unkempt and embarrassed.

He couldn't go any further, he sensed that it wasn't too far away that there was a limited surveillance area for Xumo, and once he got closer, he would definitely be discovered by them.

The person he was looking for hadn't left yet, and he didn't want to give up, hesitating, and he had to choose to wait in a dilemma.

Zhao Han climbed a large tree and sat on a branch with his back against the trunk. The whole body is hidden in the branches and leaves that are not luxuriant, and it seems to be completely integrated with the tree, making it difficult to notice.

His body temperature gradually began to drop, and he knew that this meant that he had to return to Xumo to replenish his blood, but he finally found a chance to find her, and this may be the only chance, and he didn't want to give up.

Just as Zhao Han was about to fall asleep, a voice woke him up instantly.

"Kiri-kun?"

Zhao Han was surprised, this name ...... Are you calling him?

He hurriedly leaned on the trunk of the tree and looked down. Not far away, Ah Hui, who was also embarrassed and seriously injured, was walking towards him through a withered yellow place, and the poisonous spirits of the plants and trees around her quickly retreated, as if they were afraid of the blood on her body.

The night was so dark that Zhao Han could barely see Ah Hui's appearance. But his bond with Ah Hui's soul let him know that this is what he is looking for, the companion god puppet who has accompanied him for nearly a thousand years - Bai Hua.

A hundred years ago, Zhao Han's memories went back and reminded him of some things before he became a puppet.

He was originally the god of Tongshan Mountain, and the locust tree in the cave was his body. The locust tree is the ghost in the wood, and the yin qi is extremely heavy. After he was used by the human race as an introduction to refining the god puppet and threw it into the alchemy furnace, he relied on the yin qi of the body to support the divine yuan. But the fire in the furnace was the fire of the Protoss, and his Divine Yuan was damaged and mutilated. That's why it was mistaken for a living soul by the people of Shudan Temple.

For a hundred years, his body has been replenishing his spiritual power, and his divine element is slowly recovering, but he is too seriously injured and recovers too slowly, even if he has memories, he can't do anything, and he no longer has the power of God.

Others thought that the recovery of his lowest-grade soul was due to the elixir of Xumo, but only he knew the reason best.

When he was captured by the Terrans, he lost contact with Bai Hua. At that time, Bai Hua's situation was very bad, she was not as good as Zhao Han, Zhao Han had a divine body, and she was still not surrounded and intercepted by the enemy clan day and night, not to mention a companion god puppet.

Bai Hua was seriously injured by the king of people at that time, and was withdrawn from the soul and robbed of the body of the god. But even without a body, she still guarded the mountain god and was reluctant to leave, and the mountain god was about to run out of spiritual power at that time, hiding Bai Hua in a green grass and avoiding the search of the human race.

Later, Bai Hua was found by the mountain lord He Nujun and brought back to the mountain ghost clan to raise himself with various elixir supplements before he turned into a form.

Zhao Han couldn't land at this time, so he could only lean on the tree and wait for Bai Hua to come over.

Bai Hua gradually approached, she was no longer the same as before, and the mountain god had also changed into the trick at this time, and she could no longer find the elegant shadow of the past.

The mountain spirit emitted a glowing green light, and as Bai Hua approached, it slowly receded, leaving the residual fluorescent light flickering slightly.

After reshaping his body, Bai Hua was a little wooden, and his memory and strength had deteriorated. But the only thing that remains constant is that she still has a spirit. As long as she still has this attribute, she will be able to help the mountain god and restore him.

"Kiri-kun, I finally saw you. "The spirit has better sight at night than man. Bai Hua stopped under the tree and looked up at Zhao Han, there was starlight in his eyes, and his excitement could not be calmed down.

She was finally able to call herself Bai Hua in front of him again, and she was finally able to get close to him again. Each god is born with an affinity to God, God created them, and God is all they are to them.

For hundreds of years, she had wanted to return to him. But neither the mountain god nor herself had any way to escape from the shadow of the human race, and she couldn't leave Tongshan because she wanted to keep the mountain god's body. Only by guarding his body could she sense his breath and make her feel a little comforted.

She is his companion puppet, and her life's mission is to accompany him and keep him at peace for a moment. Bai Hua was waiting for him in Tongshan, even if he no longer had strong spiritual power, he still wanted to do something for him with all his strength.

Now that she had seen him and understood what he wanted, her mission would be accomplished.

Zhao Han adjusted his posture and sat on the tree, his legs hanging in the air. Bai Hua's voice at this time was different from the clear female voice in his memory, and it seemed to be a little more hoarse because of the burn.

He couldn't see her clearly, but he could vaguely tell that it was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl.

They are only connected by that distant memory, but they are so strange when they meet each other.

Zhao Han has mixed feelings in his heart, which is a mood that wants to be close but also does not want to be close. But the involvement of the soul made them more familiar, and the cold wind blew, and in a few breaths they became familiar with each other.

Zhao Han's body has long been devoid of the elegant demeanor of a handsome son in the mountain god period, and some are only light eyebrows as a puppet and a slightly gloomy pale cyan brand on the forehead.

Bai Hua seemed to notice the faint strangeness in Zhao Han's eyes, she looked up at him, and said with some eagerness: "Tongjun, I am Bai Hua." ”

Zhao Han was stunned for a moment, realizing that he had made her uneasy. He struggled to make his voice appear gentle and calm, and nodded, "I know." ”

He hid his stiff expression through the darkness of the night, but he still couldn't say the words that made her the material to repair his spirit. The momentary crampedness made him nervous and speechless.

With the help of fluorescence, Bai Hua could see Zhao Han's face clearly. There are no delicate eyebrows and eyes like jade, no dusty and elegant temperament, no slender and straight figure, only a slightly stiff shell and a pair of dull eyes. The skin glowing with blue light under the fluorescence is like a mountain sprite, gloomy and ghostly. As long as he is in the night, he will become like this, and this is what the puppet really looks like.

The change in Zhaohan surprised her, but it was followed by heartache. In the past, she would never have imagined that her God would be what he is today.

Today's summoning made her ecstatic, she wanted to escape from Tongshan to find the mountain god, but when she was about to run out of Tongshan, she received a message from the underground.

She had thought that the mountain god might be embarrassed, that he might be incomplete, that he might be deficient, but it didn't matter, she would help him and let him recover. But she never expected that the mountain god would be devastated by the human race.

The people who refined him thought that his divine soul had already been devoured by other souls, but they did not expect that he had become a god as a locust tree spirit for nearly five hundred years, and he had long been not afraid of all kinds of souls of the human race. But this is also something that Zhao Han didn't expect.

There were tears glinking in Bai Hua's eyes, and she stepped forward and looked up at him in a daze.

"Kiri-kun. She called him.

"Hmm. Contact with Bai Hua still made Zhao Han a little unfamiliar, and he nodded stiffly, which was regarded as a response.

"Do you remember the past?"

"Remember some. Zhao Han said after thinking about it.

Bai Hua looked at him and smiled, but because she rarely smiled for hundreds of years, it seemed very strange to smile suddenly, but fortunately, Zhao Han couldn't see it.

Although the injuries on Bai Hua's body have been treated by Jialan, they still have not healed, and the body after being burned by the golden fire cannot be healed. She wanted to escape and then use the method of dead wood to reshape her body, but now it seems that it is no longer necessary. She had waited for the mountain god and no longer had to worry about her death.

Looking at Zhao Han, Bai Hua suddenly remembered that hundreds of years ago, when the mountain god was leaving, he didn't forget to remind her that if he forgot everything when they met in the future, he must tell him the name of the person he was waiting for, it was very important to him.

Although Bai Hua didn't want to mention that person, it was an agreement between her and the mountain god, and if it was agreed, it must be obeyed.

"Kiri-kun remembers...... Who are you waiting for?" Bai Hua asked cautiously.

"I ......" Zhao Han wanted to say, wasn't she what he was waiting for. But listening to Bai Hua's tone, it shouldn't be her. He always knew what he was waiting for, and after recalling his memory, he thought that he was waiting for Bai Hua, but after seeing Bai Hua, he didn't have that kind of eagerness. So it seems that he is waiting for someone else.

"I don't remember. He shook his head.

"You told Bai Hua, let Bai Hua remind you. She also forgot the man's appearance, and vaguely remembered only the man's bloodshot red eyes of terror.

Bai Hua remembered that in the past, he followed the mountain god every day, and the mountain god guarded that person every day, that person killed, the mountain god saved people, that person was crazy, and the mountain god was worried. Most of the mountain god's energy was spent on that person, but when that man fell into madness, he even killed the mountain god.

Bai Hua, as a god puppet, has never understood why the mountain god is so good to that person, although she is indeed the only one in the human race who has such a powerful power, but this does not become the reason why the mountain god is unprincipled and good to her.

Although Bai Hua didn't want him to think of her, he still told Zhao Han as agreed.

"Jialan. Bai Hua said. "Her name is Jialan. ”

"Jialan ......" Zhao Han silently recited Jialan's name on his lips, but he searched carefully in his mind but still didn't find it. “...... I don't remember. ”

He couldn't remember why he was waiting for her, and he didn't understand why he could remember Bai Hualai but couldn't remember the person he was waiting for.

"She seems to be a Terran. Tongjun, if you calculate it carefully, it has been more than 800 years, and Jialan has long since disappeared. Bai Hua hoped that the mountain god would stop thinking about that person, but the mountain god's thoughts were not something she could control.

"I'm not going to wait for someone to disappear. Zhao Han said affirmatively. "Jialan must still be there. Otherwise, he wouldn't have specifically asked Bai Hua to remind her.

Bai Hua was stunned for a moment, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

The nights are getting deeper and colder. Zhao Han's face was already extremely ugly at this time, his blood was about to run out, and his body was so stiff that he could barely move. He looked through the night at Bai Hua below, but still couldn't speak.

Bai Hua heard the weakness in Zhao Han's voice, and also felt the coldness on his body. Their souls had a special connection, and how could she not know about him.

"Kiri-kun. Bai Hua raised his voice to call him, with a hint of choked in his voice.

"Hmm. Zhao Han responded weakly.

That "Tongjun" sounded to him more like calling someone else. He has never recovered from being a puppet, and his past name seems to exist only in his memory, making him unable to feel a sense of substitution. Just like Bai Hua in front of her, even if she felt familiar and close, she was just a person who existed in her memory, and he couldn't even feel sorry for her when he smelled the blood and burning breath on her body.

She stretched out her hands upwards and said with a smile, "Can Tongjun hold hands with Bai Hua?"

The fluorescence in front of Zhao Han's eyes gradually dissipated, and he fell into complete darkness. He carefully identified her position, vaguely seeing the scars on it as she stretched out her hand. Zhao Han stretched out his stiff hand and held it gently.

They all understood the purpose of meeting at this moment, but they tacitly did not mention it.

The memory gradually became clearer.

On that day, when the primary god puppet was selected, the sun was just right. He stretched out his hands under the tree and said with a light smile: "After the long wind, if any of you falls into my hands, he will form a contract with me, live and die with me, and be accompanied by the gods." ”

The trees were full of white flowers swaying in the wind, his eyes were closed, and the corners of his mouth were smiling. With his hands slightly clasped together, he sincerely waited for the white flower.

In the next second, a remnant flower that had been eaten by insects fluttered and fell, and it tried to fly towards his hand, but it could only look at it from afar.

Just as it was desperate, a gust of wind blew, and it landed right in his palm. The mountain god caught the white flower, and when he opened his eyes, his dark green eyes were full of smiles, and he said, "Thank you for being willing to be by my side." ”

As everyone knows, for her, it is not an extravagant thing to be able to have her own body, express her emotions, and tell her feelings.

What a glorious thing it is to be a puppet of God, and he said to her, "Thank you for being by my side."

At that moment, she, who had just become a spirit, accepted his divine power in a warm sun, turned into a spirit body, and held his hand. She didn't know what her expression was, but she thought she must be smiling, smiling happily.

With the strength of his hand, Bai Huafei was at eye level with him in the air. She leaned over and hugged him, but she didn't dare to use force, just hugged him gently.

The timing of their meeting was too bad, one was physically damaged, and the other had no tomorrow.

"Bai Hua. Zhao Han put his arm on her weakly, resisting slightly, and Bai Hua's sudden intimate action made him a little uncomfortable.

"My God. Bai Hua whispered in Zhao Han's ear.

Zhao Han was stunned for a moment, and the hand that took her arm paused for a moment.

"Thank you for choosing me among thousands of flowers. This is what she has always wanted to say to him, she didn't have a chance to say it before, and now she can finally say it.

Without the mountain god, she would only rot and disappear in the mud like many fallen flowers, instead of experiencing joys, sorrows, and sorrows like she does now, trying the delicacies of the world. He will not follow the mountain god through thousands of mountains and rivers, watch the flowers bloom, and the leaves fall and the birds return.

There is a little love in the human world, love one person, spoil one person, and have one heart.

There is a small love in the human world, love one person, miss one person, and pay one heart.

Bai Hua has seen many people, and has seen the love of husband and wife, the love of father and daughter, and the love of brothers and sisters. I have also seen husbands and wives separate, and relatives turned against each other. It's just that she doesn't understand these, she only has the mountain god in her eyes, and she only knows that she is the god puppet of the mountain god.

The spirits that grow up in the human world will always be tainted with love, the taste of love. She didn't know if she had love for the mountain god, but as long as she was still concerned about him, she counted it as love.

What kind of love is this love? She often asked herself this question, and she also asked the mountain spirit. The Spirit said that her love was like the love of a maiden to her father. She didn't dare to answer it, just because the other party was a mountain god, so she didn't dare to expect extravagance, afraid of the answer.

Bai Hua has always looked up to the mountain god, worshiped the mountain god, and regarded him as his own. That kind of affection is like the adoration of daughters in the world for their fathers and the love that is implicated in their blood.

Her long-standing wish was to give her life for the mountain god and die in the warm embrace of the mountain god. Just as she fell into the warm hands of the mountain god that day. But such a wish alone is unspeakable to her.

She can't get rid of her innate inferiority complex, which makes her want to get close but don't want to get close.

And now, she can finally go without saying this unspeakable wish, because it is about to be fulfilled.

Zhao Han's heart jumped violently, and the blood in his body surged. The soul began to struggle in its body, as if it was in a hurry to devour something. The intense pain made him let go of his hand and covered his head hard, and when he struggled, he fell off the branch, but was caught by Bai Hua in the air. Their belts fluttered wildly in the cold wind, and with a muffled grunt of pain, the two of them slowly fell to the ground, hiding among the tall grass.

Zhao Han was too painful to think, but he vaguely knew what she was going to do, but he couldn't stop it, because that was the purpose of his trip.

Bai Hua's body emitted a faint white light, his fingertips were like smoke, and he clasped Zhao Han's hands. They were close to each other, and Bai Hua's divine soul merged into Zhao Han's mutilated soul, repairing his divine element and making it complete.

"Bai ......" Zhao Han struggled to open his eyes to see her clearly, and he wanted to call her name before she disappeared. He didn't want her to leave in such a hurry, he clasped her hands and tried to speak. "I ......" but in an instant, the hand in his palm dispersed into a cloud of smoky blue mist.

After the white light, there is no more Baihua in the world, and there is no more Ah Hui.

The pain disappeared in an instant, just like her, and he didn't even have time to say sorry.

Zhao Han put down his hand that was hanging in the air in a holding position, lowered his head and laughed at himself. The contract between the puppet and the god is not equal in the first place, and if the puppet cannot savior after God's death, he must follow him. But when the puppet dies, the god can still live, but he can no longer have the puppet.

After the gods and souls merged, the scene of choosing a companion god puppet that day came to his mind. Maybe Bai Hua was too obsessed with that day to let him see that scene, or maybe she just didn't want the mountain god to forget her.

The summer cicadas chirped, and a man in a blue robe sat under the stone pavilion and stroked the qin, he had only faded his immature face not long ago and advanced to the god position. The man's face was elegant and dusty, and he was dressed in a blue robe but not cold.

Outside the stone pavilion was a rocking chair, on which lay a woman dressed in blue, who seemed to be taking a nap, with a handkerchief covering her face to block the strong sunlight. The shadows of the trees were mottled and scattered on the woman's body, swaying with the long wind, big and small, bright and dark.

The man stroked the piano and coaxed the woman to sleep, the rocking chair swayed slightly, and the woman fell into a deep sleep.

The huge plane tree obscured their figures under the branches and leaves, and above the stone pavilion, the branches of the plane trees extended to shade the surrounding sunlight, and the white flowers of the tree seemed to awaken and bloom together.

The blue-robed man understood that the time had come to choose a companion puppet. He stepped out of the stone pavilion and stood in the bright sunlight, looking up at the white flowers of the trees, which were all part of him after all.

He smiled and stretched out his hands, the falling petals flew around him, he faced the body, and said sincerely: "After the long wind, whoever of you falls in my hands, who will be born with me, live and die with me, and be accompanied by the gods." ”

At this moment, the woman seemed to be awakened, her hand moved, and then she lifted the handkerchief on her face and looked in the direction of the man.

The man didn't notice the movement, he focused on his inner realm, not realizing that she had woken up. There was confusion in her eyes, she looked around, frowned slightly, and sniffed. Maybe the fragrance of the flowers was too strong, or maybe the branches and leaves blocked the daylight, and the woman sneezed in the direction of the man.

A remnant flower thrust forward along the air flow from the woman's mouth and fell into the man's hand. The man opened his eyes and looked at the white flower in his hand as if he were looking at a newborn child. He smiled and said, "Thank you for being willing to be by my side."

The woman touched her nose and walked over to the man, reaching over to look at the flower in his hand.

"Selected?"

"Hmm. ”

"This, it's hard to raise a broken flower, I'm afraid you'll have to spend a lot of energy to fix it in the future. ”

"Well, then Jialan will help me raise it first. ”

"Hmm...... It's okay to send it to you when I'm ready. ”

"Good. ”