"What did you say?" the transparent head of the Infinite Universe approached me.

I wanted to focus my eyes on his face, but I couldn't, because he was transparent—without the support of his soul, his whole body was hollow and loose, and the dark blue cold light looked so vulnerable.

"Don't pretend, from the moment I entered your heart, I saw the traces of that person's coming, and now, that person is buried here, the only pure land you can give, isn't it good to leave a piece of peace, why do you have to let me be buried here?" I steadied my voice and decided to take a gamble.

"What the hell are you talking about?'That person', who is it?This is the bottom of my heart, and the only people I can see are you and me, don't forget that I have walked with you on Luoying, and your little tricks can't coax me!" Wuya was a little annoyed, and there was a conceit in his voice that couldn't be concealed.

Well, PUBG's instinct for survival has given me the ability to connect fragments of information - Wuyan, even if you become an outlier, you don't dare to say that you have no weakness, I will definitely find it and hold it in my hand. I'm going to catch you off guard before you erode me.

"The person I saw was a woman. I slowed my voice down, my eyes steady.

There was a slight jolt in Wuya's hand, and although it was light, I felt it—a good sign.

"The woman was thin, with long hair braided over her shoulders, white clothes, and a penchant for the wind. You see, she is standing not far away, the wind blows her robe and pops, she is like a white bird, trying to flutter her wings and fly...... "I stared at the back of the boundless, with a focused expression, vividly depicted.

Album. Woman. Back. My own recurring dreams. The narrative of the firefly elf tweed. Boundless faced the tears left behind by the back of the woman in the album...... Putting it all together, I think I've pretty much found the answer I'm looking for.

"Go on...... Why do you keep staring behind me?"

"Because, that woman is standing right behind you. I chuckled.

"Really?" Wuya seemed to hear the most ridiculous thing in the world, and his voice couldn't help but laugh.

"Yes. I answered in the affirmative.

"It's starting to get interesting now, I knew you had a fickle and complex soul, but I didn't expect your imagination to be so rich. The woman stood behind me, and then?" Wuya gradually let go of the hand that was holding me, but his body remained motionless, and he had no intention of turning back.

Then she came over and was approaching ...... You. I said, my ethereal eyes froze.

"For so many years, the world in my heart has never been as lively as it is now!" Wu Ya sneered.

"Really?" I suddenly changed my complexion, my voice trembled, and I stared at the back of Wuya's head, feeling my cheeks tremble uncontrollably: "...... Don't come near, I know you're dead and buried here......"

Wuya suddenly burst out laughing, and his loud voice didn't match his small body: "Meiyi, Meiyi, I'm really hesitating, you're so funny, do I let you live, or do I simply erode your soul and imprison you forever?"

"Holy King, are you laughing so loudly to hide your panic?" I asked softly, looking behind him, and then at his face, his eyes evasive.

"Why should I panic?"

"Because you want to go back and confirm very much, but you don't have the courage to confirm whether this woman who is dead, clinging to you, standing behind you, is your most beloved person. My voice trembled, but it was incredibly affirmative.

"Are you enough!" Wuya suddenly became angry, reached over, grabbed me, and turned his body back with mine, but still turned his head and questioned my face: "My patience is limited, and the thousands of generations of my holy clan are not inevitable!"

I looked at his embarrassed and frantic appearance, and my heart became more and more determined, and my voice was cold and hard, striking while the iron was hot: "No wonder she lingers in your heart, because she used to be your favorite person, right? It's a pity that you killed her." She has a grudge in her heart, and she has nowhere to go, but to worry about her relatives and linger here. And you should have regretted it, but what's the use of regretting? You can only put her in the depths of your heart, always remember, and can't bear to give it up. No wonder I keep seeing a white figure, it turns out to be her, she hides here, and you will never be at peace!"

God knows, I put a lot of thought into it when I said this set of arguments without any words!

In the study room of the Holy King of the Holy Star Castle, the picture album on the shelf, the small scroll in the corner of the book, must have been rubbed by the owner for a long time; the whole picture album is just a woman's back, and nothing else; the uncontrollable tears of the Holy King when facing the picture album described by Xiao Da; all this shows that this woman who only has her back and refuses to show up in front must be inextricably linked with Wuying. I still remember Xiao Yi said: "There is no doubt that he will never forget this woman, but it is a pity that he only ends up painting alone and thinking about it, thinking about it, this woman must be a ...... that he can't get."

What kind of woman can't even get the Holy King?

Xiao Ma gave the answer at that time: "There are only two kinds, one is the one who does not love him, and the other is the dead person." ”

doesn't love him, and can't stop Wuya from putting her in the depths of his heart;

Dead people, that is even more impossible to go anywhere, Wuya is the king of the heavens and the earth, the dead person, as long as Wuya is willing, her soul can only stay in Wuya's heart, forever.

In short, it is absolutely impossible for the bottom of Wuya's heart to be empty, he himself just said, saying that I am "the second person who has come to the bottom of his heart in more than 2,000 years", so who is the first person? Of course, it can only be this mysterious woman with only a back!

"You don't dare to turn back, because her cheek is on your neck, and though she's dead, she still breathes, have you heard her orchid-like breath (God knows what 'orchid-like breath' is, but I've heard the word 'exhale like an orchid', and use it for a while)?" I continued to make up without changing my face, and even my voice became soft, as if a cat had passed through the room silently, not hearing the sound, leaving only a string of wet footprints.

Boundless staring at me, I was pleasantly surprised to find that my words seemed to have an effect: he was slowly changing in front of him!

He's really changed!

The cold light of the glass faded away, and he appeared in front of me in a black robe with a pale face.

He reverted back to the human boy he had been nineteen.

"You're lying...... Lying...... You're just trying to fight me, and you don't see anything at all......" Wuyan's voice was no longer pleasant, as if it was stuck in a narrow hole, and the voice was full of desire to survive.

I looked at him, his usual cold and majestic, condescending expression was gone, I saw him sweating profusely, his face was pale, his eyes were confused and flustered, as if he had been tormented by memory, and suddenly he looked at it, almost unrecognizable.

I found it.

That's his weakness.

This mysterious woman.

Even if I can't erode his soul — God knows I don't want to, but if I can wreak havoc on his heart, his truest and most secret piece of the world, I don't think I'll be relentless.

Only those who have been hurt can appreciate how much it hurts when others are hurt.

I decided to harden my heart and add fuel to the fire.

"I'm not lying, I've seen her face clearly. Don't you want to know what she looks like?I don't have to tell you, her face, for thousands of years, must have made you sleep!" I have the "evil" blood of the Witch Shadow Clan in my blood, and I am very familiar with lies, even with inexplicable pleasure - how did I become like this?

Wuya kept his head pinched, his eyes rolling, and he seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

"Her hair is flying, her eyes are bright, her eyebrows are thick, and her skin is delicate like petals......" I said to myself, staring somewhere. I really don't know what a woman who has such a great influence on the Holy King will look like, but at this point, I can only fuse the appearance of the painting sea, Kazama, and the fairy Xiao Nai, that is, the beautiful girl I have ever seen, pick a few things, and say it very carefully.

Wuya's eyes suddenly straightened, and his neck stiffened, as if he was out of control, and slowly turned his head away.

"Such a beautiful woman, it's a pity, there was a bloody mark on the corner of her mouth, she ...... She was still smiling, she was laughing unwillingly, her face was full of hatred, she hated you! Hate you for taking her life! Hate you for being ruthless and poisoning the world! Hate you for taking away my soul and refusing to lose it......" I complained while carrying private goods.

"Shut up!" Wuya couldn't take it anymore and shouted loudly. At the same time, he turned his head to face the woman I had put on his neck.

His heart was finally shaken.

It's not just the shock. His black robe trembled with his body, but he closed his eyes tightly, and he didn't even have the courage to face the "woman" in front of him!

My heart tightened, and then I relaxed.

Poor Boundless.

He didn't have the courage to face it, in fact, if he could open his eyes, he would find that there was no one in front of him.

I just dug out his hidden demons in the abyss, and "showed" them in front of him in a bloody way, so that he could taste the pain and fear, and let him feel a little compassion when he hurt the killer and hurt others.

I stared at the boundless figure, and the trembling of the black robe gradually subsided.

I saw a piece of snow-white skin on the back of his neck, faintly shadowed by dark blue blood, as if it was a thin little snake raised in his body, ready to move.

I have a bad premonition.

Wu Ya suddenly turned around, his eyes red, his fangs bursting out, his face hideous, and his arms suddenly extended, reeling me into his arms.

"Your soul doesn't matter anymore, now I'm going to drain your blood. Before that, let me tell you, you lying and eloquent wickedness, it wasn't me who took her life! It was I who was killed! She killed me! It was she! She killed me ten thousand times! Did you hear me!" The boundless voice finally stripped away all pleasant embellishments, hard, real, as if the magma that had burst out of the cracks in the rock when a volcano erupted, quiet, hot, and instantly killed.

Before I could react, Boundless teeth were embedded in my neck.