"Actually, what you expect me to bring is the answer at all, it is that you also want to be liberated, and you also want to be liberated, this is what you really want, have you forgotten?"

Prodigal Ziyu keeps up his efforts, Yanyang may really forget and indulge in it.

Did she forget? Maybe she really forgot, she forgot the original intention, she just wanted to stand in front of her, tell her really, tell her the answer with a smile.

She should be able to feel the weakness of Wu Xiang, so she was in a hurry and wanted to ask Fu Xi for help, she couldn't see Wu Xiang, but time made her forget, she was intoxicated and didn't want to wake up.

It's a dream, she's dreaming, a long, long dream, a dream that will never wake up, but she can't do it anymore, she really doesn't want to wake up, but she has to wake up.

The two thoughts were entangled in Yan Yang's mind, and she was afraid that she would wake up from a dream, just like a mirror and turn into nothing, but reason told her that the prodigal son was right, and the minister couldn't hold on for long.

"You have all suffered too much misfortune, fate is fair, I will not want to embarrass you anymore, and no matter how bad it is, now, you must also want to end it completely, it should be over, for better or worse. ”

The prodigal son Yu does not allow Yanyang to be entangled, he wants to fight quickly, the dream is terrible, the dream is even more terrifying, no one wants to wake up.

"I can feel his presence, but I can't see it, I can't hear it, I can't touch it, it's really over, I want to take a good look at him again, touch him, listen to his voice, everything should really be over, he can't hold on, I can't help him, I can only look at you, Fu Xi said you can do it, I hope don't let me down." ”

Yan Yang slowly closed his eyes, his pale face showed a relaxed, long arrow through his chest, slowly shortening, dissipating, until there was no trace, the hole in his chest was slowly closing, clean, white, not a trace of red.

It seems to be let go, but there are still grievances, only grievances that can be resolved by the minister, just an answer.

"I have come as promised, bringing not only the corpse of the minister, but also his responsibility, he is very good, he is a hero, he has fulfilled the promise he made, guarding. ”

The prodigal son feather rarely got solemn, raised his hand, and his body slowly fell into his hands, hugged horizontally, with a solemn face, and walked forward slowly.

Walking very slowly, he slowly came to the edge of the yang stone, and looked up at the constantly wandering figure, which was so powerful, the pace was very big, and it was very heroic.

It has no feelings, it hides its feelings deeply, it becomes smaller, it becomes infinitely small, it hides in an unknown place, it turns into obsession, only a trace of obsession remains, and it stubbornly walks around.

"Yanyang is in front of you, you can't see her, she can't see you, you owe her, you still owe her an explanation, a life, it's time to give it back to her. ”

The phantom is still touring, there is no slightest intention for the words of the prodigal son, it is still expressionless, the figure is ethereal, the surrounding black cloud, if it is not a body of cloth, shining silver, a blood-stained cloak swinging, the blood stained by years of battle, even if he is dead, he is still there, in the depths of his soul, I am afraid that the prodigal son Yu will not be able to see his existence.

"This is your body, your body is here, you came, the small world disappeared, Bashan City disappeared, he is at your feet, and I also brought it next to Bashan. ”

It can be seen that his footsteps have stopped a little, and his breath has become unstable, obviously it is just a phantom, but it can also be terrifying, the phantom is shaking incessantly, and the ripples are appearing above the soul of the minister, like the surrounding space.

He's still there, but he's hiding, ashamed, guilty, and tired.

"Bashan City is being rebuilt, next to Yishui, Fu Xi is looking for, he is already the emperor of the people, Nuwa has stepped down, it is a happy land, there is a vast and fertile land, there are millions of miles around, there are big rivers, there are forests of mountains and forests, the wind and rain are smooth, the four seasons are like spring, very livable.

The new Emperor of Bashan Wubu is Xiang Yang, the Xiang Yang who has been competing with you, he has done a good job, and now he is leading the people of the Five Divisions to rebuild Bashan City, Bashan Wubu's new home, a livable home, will be very happy and multiply.

Haha, the five departments of Bashan have finally found a home, and the responsibility on your body has been relieved, Xiang Yang has done a good job, better than you, what you bring is only war, it is drifting, it is overcoming thorns and thorns, and what Xiang Yang brings is to live and work in peace and contentment, and it is endless.

Your mission has ended, and now the five parts of Bashan belong to Xiangyang's mission, and Xiangyang ......"

The prodigal son feather seemed to be chattering, and before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted.

"Di Jun is just the Minister of Affairs, the leader of the five departments of Bashan, the leader of Bashan City, no longer the Emperor of Xia, the name of Di Jun only belongs to the Minister of Affairs, and the leader of Bashan City has a new title, Bashan Clan.

Thousands of miles down the river, the five departments of Bashan not only found a place to rebuild, but also ushered in the edict of the emperor.

In just one month, the human emperor Fuxi clan sent people to all parts of the flood famine, five clans and eleven cities, three ** departments, seventy-two middle, one hundred and eight small departments, collected 227 letters of push from all over the human race, a total of five Bashan departments, the leader of Bashan City is the Bashan clan, the sixth clan of the human race, Bashan City is the twelfth city of the human race, and Xiang Yang is the first Bashan clan.

My Ministry of Public Affairs is the old generation of the city clan signed, Fuxi clan stamped with the seal of the emperor, on the day of the reconstruction of Bashan, sent the edict, and has been sent to the Chengtian Division.

The position of the emperor will be offered to the high pavilion, and it will always be honored by the minister of Bashan, and the human race will worship it. ”

Xuan Ming interrupted the words of the prodigal son, and he also had a lot of words today, more than the usual years, decades combined.

"You heard, everything is new, a new beginning, Bashan City has started anew, the minister only belongs to the past, the glory of the past, everything in the five parts has nothing to do with you anymore, you are tired, it's time to rest, live for yourself, even if it's just for a moment. ”

The prodigal son Yu then persuaded, sincere and eager.

Maybe today's Bashan Wubu is no longer strong, and even the bear department can't be compared, but the Bashan clan deserves its name, this is a spirit, an endless spirit, and the five tribes have become a myth, the myth of the human race, endlessly.

The human race has been able to come to this day by virtue of this spirit, fighting with the sky, the earth, and all things, overcoming thorns and thorns, and being able to sweep away all obstacles in front of them, just to live.

Bashan clan, Bashan god.

The phantom held his head in pain, and slowly squatted down, relieved, although his face was already painfully tangled together, but his eyes were relieved.

"This is, Bashan, Mountain, Zheng Mountain, Xiangshan, Fan Mountain, the land of Fan Mountain, accompanied you through the long migration road, when you came, the five elders asked me to hand it over to you, there is the breath of the five parts, do you remember?

Yanyang is right in front of you, waiting for your answer, you should give her the answer, and let her be liberated, she has been complaining for hundreds of years, she shouldn't be complaining, dust is dust, dust is back to earth, you should also have a new beginning, a beginning that is no longer responsible, no longer resentful. ”

The prodigal son feather waved his hand, and five blanks of black soil floated in front of him.

With the breath of the five parts, the former responsibility of the prime minister.