Two hours ago.

A small cabin in the middle of the rainforest.

"Lady, I'm leaving. ”

A tall man stooped out of the room and fastened his hunting bow and hide tightly on his back.

And a brightly colored woman dragged the snake's tail and gently pressed her head against his back.

"Be careful. ”

"I know. ”

The man whistled, and a shriveled but still energetic velociraptor ran over and carried him through the trees, disappearing into the greenery.

Looking at the back of the man leaving, the woman sighed softly: "It's time to end ......"

As the words fell, a faint green glow lit up from her.

The snake tail on the lower half of her body faded into the light, turning into a pair of flawless long legs, and she stepped barefoot on the ground.

And she also has a long snake-like whip in her hand.

"When I think about it, I actually remembered it for a long time. ”

The woman muttered to herself, tears slowly flowing from her eyes.

That day, she consumed the Origin to repair the Crack of the Holy Mountain, and she fell into a deep sleep.

The natal magic weapon of sanctification fused with her and turned into a monster that was half human, half snake.

It took thirty years to wake up, thirty years to recover my memory, and another forty years to coil.

A hundred years have passed.

Today, she is finally leaving.

"If I could lose my memory forever, I would always be your wife.

Can I lose my memory?...... No.

So I'm no longer your wife.

If I were just a mortal woman, then I would be able to live, grow old, sickness and die with you.

Am I a mortal woman?...... No.

So I can't grow old with you.

If you put the whole river in a bottle, it won't wash away my memories of you.

Can rivers be bottled?...... OK.

So, yes, I can't forget you......"

The woman's eyes were red, her jade feet lightly touched the ground under her feet, and her light body rose against the wind and slowly floated into the air.

She glanced at the cabin full of memories and was silent for a long time.

After a long time, she opened the bottle of the four seas, and the surging river not far away poured into the bottle like a dragon absorbing water.

......

Peng Keng struggled to raise his hands and rubbed his eyes vigorously.

He thought he might be too old, or maybe he was about to die, and he hallucinated in front of his eyes.

But no matter how you wipe it, the man sitting on the velociraptor who slowly approached from the horizon coincided with the man he remembered.

"Brother Fuxi!" Peng Keng pushed away the young man who was holding him, slowly stood up with half a peachwood cane, and read out the long-lost name in a trembling voice, "Are you back?"

"Oh, and are there any fish that have slipped through the net?"

The Blood Knife Ancestor held the big knife, and his face showed a playful look: "You old and miscellaneous eldest brother, aren't you so old that you knock your teeth?"

He turned his head, first showing a puzzled look, and then laughing: "Old man Peng, you are not crazy, this man is not old enough to be your great-grandson!"

With that, he raised his broadsword, ready to slash the dinosaur knight who appeared behind him inexplicably.

"Old man Ryoma, let's charge!"

Fu Xi bent down and patted the neck of the velociraptor under his crotch, with no sadness or joy on his face.

Although the enemy in front of him did not make him feel pressured, in the dark, Fu Xi always felt that there was something important...... lost.

Over the years, he has also discovered that he is different from ordinary people.

Not only is life longer, but there is always the ability to be an unpredictable prophet.

It seems to be a memory engraved in the bone marrow, with an incomparably sharp intuition.

Just as the velociraptor arched himself and was about to sprint, the sound of waves and water suddenly sounded between heaven and earth.

The Blood Knife Ancestor's Blood Knife Dafa is a sacrifice knife with a living person, and the whole body is full of blood and energy.

This is one of the reasons why he is obsessed with capturing Terrans as slaves.

He smiled and picked up the blood and qi around him, and swept towards Fu Xi.

The strong bloody atmosphere made Fuxi, who hunted every day, feel a little pungent.

He removed the hide from his back, his eyes narrowing into a sharp light.

However, at this moment, a turbulent torrent roared and poured down in the sky, unbiasedly towards the Blood Knife Ancestor.

The Blood Knife Ancestor's proud body protection blood light was as fragile as a bubble in front of that torrent, dissipating and collapsing in an instant.

"Who is the immortal who made a move, Xiaodao will retreat, don't harm my life!"

The Blood Knife Ancestor hurriedly shouted in horror, as a little ant in the wilderness, he was absolutely unambiguous when he should admit it.

"Xiaodao is born with an immortal body, and he didn't worship the teacher, please go to the immortal to receive the supernatural powers, Xiaodao is willing to apprentice!"

Since the human race has not officially started cultivating, at present, the entire flood wilderness is either a demon cultivator, or a nether ascender like the Blood Knife Ancestor, which is the so-called innate immortal human body cultivator.

Obviously, the latter is a very strong hand.

According to the idea of the Blood Knife Ancestor, it should not be such a powerful immortal who plots against himself.

It is estimated that it is either a casual cultivator or a disciple of the third or fourth generation of Xuanmen, and if a natural immortal body like himself is willing to serve, he will definitely be accepted as a core disciple.

However, what awaited him was not an invitation to get started, but a long hairpin that came down the torrent.

When his chest was pierced by a salted fish, the Blood Knife Ancestor remembered the rumors he had heard.

The first saint of the flood wilderness, the female snail Niangniang, the most proficient magic weapon, among which there is a crystal clear long hairpin, called the Dingtian hairpin, known as the impermeable everything.

"Impossible, a salted fish monk like me is not worthy of being killed by such a top-level spiritual treasure, I don't have such a big face......"

This was the only thought that the Blood Knife Ancestor had before he died.

Wash away the Blood Knife Ancestor and all the dirty blood, and the long river that fell from the sky slowly disappeared.

In the clear blue sky, a brilliant rainbow crossed the green mountains on both sides.

"God bless my people!"

"Thank you!"

The Terrans who survived the catastrophe fell to their knees in a large area.

And the female snail stood in the unreachable clouds, but she looked at the only man who stood on her knees.

Just like the first time we met a hundred years ago.

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