"She's forgotten that I existed. With a lonely sigh, the figure stood up, her eyes didn't leave Shi Ji for a moment, but her gaze was not on Shi Ji, she was looking at another person through Shi Ji, her hand stretched out to Shi Ji kept stopping there, she was waiting...... Wait for a contact in 10,000 years.

The footsteps that touched everyone's hearts walked in front of her one by one, Shi Ji looked at her quietly for a while, slowly raised his hand, his fingers approached inch by inch, and at the moment when his fingertips touched her fingertips, her hand merged into her hand, like water seeping into ice, and like ice into water.

"It's warm......," she smiled, and she took a step forward, turning into a rain of light, and a little rain of light rushed down on the rock, which was the destination she had given herself.

A grateful voice sounded in Shi Ji's heart: "Thank you!"

She put an end to herself.

An ancient imprint is her final gift, an imprint of origin, in the endless darkness, a ball of blood and a mass of evil blend, a faint consciousness jumps lightly, a life is born, she is very weak and weak, so it jumps very slowly and slowly, maybe a hundred years, maybe a thousand years will beat a little, every time it moves, the blood and the evil are close to a point, and the consciousness is also strengthened a little, a very small point, a very small and very small ......

A very boring imprint, an imprint that has remained motionless for thousands of years.

A very, very long imprint, so long that time loses its meaning and time no longer flies.

Shi Ji finished reading it little by little, because it was her life, a life of imprints, she never left this hall from birth to death, all her memories happened in this hall, she was just Xuan Ming's imprint in this hall, like a person's footprints, once left in a certain place, it can't be moved.

The wind cuts through the sand, and the sand marks are the marks of the wind, the water flows through the earth, and the ravines are the marks of the water, the insects eat the grass, and the tooth marks are the marks of the insects, and the fish swims through the water, and the water marks are the marks of the fish.

The wind is gone, the water is gone, the worms are gone, the fish are gone, leaving only the traces waiting in the same place stupidly, waiting for a wind, a shower of rain...... They will be erased in waiting, maybe worms, maybe fish, maybe merciless time, they won't linger long, because they are just the traces of ordinary people.

The mark of a dragon and half a claw can become a great ze, a phoenix can fall into a place of feathers, a treasure land, a Taoist can spit out, can become a spiritual mountain, a place where the saint settles, can become a holy land, this is the mark of the extraordinary, but it is only the most shallow and lifeless trace.

Profound imprints are in depth but not in breadth, and profound imprints have their own meaning and life.

The imprint of a tree is a circle of annual rings, which meticulously record its rain and weather every year from birth to death.

The imprint of a mountain is a piece of fossils that write the vicissitudes of life, from the most decrepit piece at the bottom to the latest piece on the outside, each piece is criss-crossed to record the ups and downs it has experienced, if the mountain does not fall, the burning continues.

The imprint of a river is the layers of sediment on the riverbed, which is different from year to year, one layer of new and one layer of old, layer upon layer, until the river dries up and the sediment does not come.

A person's imprint is a broken and unforgettable memory, one's own, others', what has been done, seen, and thought about until the end of life, the end of memory, and the end of imprint.

All profound imprints will end with the end of life, and all imprints left after death will only be blown away by the wind and rain.

The light and rain fell, the imprint ended, and she went from a deep imprint of life to a shallow imprint of death, which was not an impulse, but an inevitable choice.

Because 10,000 years of space and so on exhausted all her mental strength, the deity forgot, making her at a loss, she couldn't find the meaning of her existence, 10,000 years ago she was interrupted by the departure of Xuan Ming, since then there is no new addition except for the old memory, she has been living in the past, even if 10,000 years have passed, she is still the same as she was 10,000 years ago, maybe she died 10,000 years ago, and now it is just a draw.

"You, come up!"

A majestic voice broke the silence of the hall, and Shi Ji, who was standing in front of the frozen throne, opened her eyes, and her aura was the same as that of Xuan Ming.

"You...... You...... You say me?" the boy stammered in disbelief, pointing to his nose.

"Hmm!"

The young man's scalp was numb and he swallowed violently, his legs trembled and he walked towards Shiji with his hands and feet, he was very afraid, but he was even more afraid of making her angry.

The boy used all his strength to climb the last ice staircase.

"Want to sit?"

Shi Ji threw out another question that almost caused the boy to roll down.

"Boom...... Gurg...... ......" the boy opened his mouth wide, but could not say a word.

"Come here, what are you afraid of?"

The boy shook his head wildly, Shi Ji didn't laugh It's okay, Shi Ji smiled, and the boy was scared and cried.

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