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In the nameless sea area of the unknown world in the east, a jade dragon palace at the bottom of the sea reflects a small piece of desolate scenery that has never been wandered by living beings with a unique glimmer.

The Dragon Palace is quiet, and there is not the slightest sound, as if it does not exist here, like a mirage in the deep sea, as if there is nothing.

No one knows when this jade dragon palace appeared here, and no one knows why there is such a palace in such a desolate seabed. It's like a toy abandoned by God, no one cares about it, but no one dares to approach it.

Such a silent jade dragon palace, suddenly one day, it is no longer quiet. A long sigh echoed in the Dragon Palace without warning, with an indescribable deep emotion, poking out a thousand echoes, and waking up the sleeping palace leisurely.

In an instant, the glimmer of light emitted by the Dragon Palace had a wonderful change, and the layer on the cage came from the divine power above the Nine Heavens.

God is as powerful as hell, and God is like the sea.

In the Dragon Palace, above the jade flower, the dragon god with two horns on his forehead gently opened his eyes. In the turquoise quadruple pupils, there was a faint hint of cold tiredness, and it was lonely.

"Ling Jun ......"

A name whispered softly from the mouth of the Qinglong God, carrying an indescribable affection. Her gaze, with a shallow sleepiness, staggered over the mountains of time, and finally landed in the distant world, standing on the two figures of one green and one blue on the Floating Dragon Island.

is as cold as a green dragon god, and after all, he can't help but soften his heart.

In this game, she won, and she could feel that Ao Fei's sense of existence had once again been brushed off a thin layer. It's a pity that this thin layer can't alleviate the slightest hatred in her heart, nor can it relieve the unspeakable pain in her heart.

Now, her only consolation is the shadows that snuggle up to each other. Once upon a time, she also had that kind of tenderness. That kind of warmth, an instant is eternal.

Although it was a short possession, it was enough for her to savor it in the endless years.

The wide sleeves were lightly raised, the cold fragrance was thick, and the green dragon god turned over, and his bare feet were on the slightly cool jade bricks, touching the jade in and out of the light sound. She walked slowly in the Dragon Palace, her thoughts had already drifted to the unknown time, and the blurred blue figure like the sea flashed away in the Dragon Palace with the movement of her gaze.

After all, she still couldn't condense his face in her mind.

In the eyes of the Qinglong God, a layer of loneliness gradually appeared. She finally stopped, sat quietly by the chessboard, her eyes penetrated the layout on the chessboard, and quietly looked at her and his shadow in the other world.

With a soft sigh, the Qinglong God leaned over, leaned lightly on the chessboard, supported himself with one hand, and whispered in a low voice.

"Ling Jun, I'll set them free. Although they are the shadows of you and me, with some memories of you and me, they have long been independent existences. They have their persistence, their destiny, and their own ways of resisting. I have dismantled so many mortal reflections with my own hands, and this time I want to fulfill them. Although, I will be envious and jealous, but I do want to see you and me stay together. Now that you're gone, let the shadows take our place and take a walk through the scenery that we haven't had time to walk together. Just think it's ...... Think of it as a dream I don't want to wake up from. ”

There was a crisp jingling sound, and the green dragon god had already shed tears at some point. The transparent pale cyan tears slid into beads and collided with the copper bell hanging from the waist of the Qinglong God, playing a heavy sound, telling a heavy longing.

Just like the incarnated dragon emperor named Ao Lingjun, he was silently responding to his beloved Qinglong God's longing for him.

Dragon's ......

The Qinglong God seemed to hear the familiar call again in a trance. She looked up suddenly, and the steps on the snail shook for a while, overlapping with the collision sound of the turn in the other world, like an echo from the other end of the overlapping ridge. It's just that when she looked back, she could reflect the blue jade tree in her eyes, but now there is only the empty Dragon Palace as a response to her.

He won't come back after all.

The sound of jingle bells was endless, echoing in the Dragon Palace, and the heart-rending loneliness echoed. The Qinglong God is already like tears raining down, cold and cold like her by nature, and there is also a warm and soft heart in her heart, which hurts when she touches it, but she can't help but tear it again and again like a masochistic one.

She could no longer remember his voice and smile, and how could she tolerate that past to fade away! Even if the memory slashed at her like a knife, she kept repeating it as if she was addicted.

Without you, I'm just wandering. It is better to remember you with this pain.

I don't know how much time passed, the Qinglong God slowly got up, ignored the teardrops in that place, and walked out of the Dragon Palace and surfaced on the sea. The outside world is still stuck in the four years of Tianbao, the day they first met.

Time is still that time, and the bamboo forest is still that bamboo forest. It's a pity that in this bamboo forest, there is no longer the incarnate dragon emperor who escaped from marriage as the dragon prince of the South China Sea.

But even if only the Qinglong God was left, she still did what she did back then. When she met by chance in the forest, she faced an empty space, repeated what she had said back then, walked the invisible dragon emperor through the road she had traveled back then, drank the wine she had drunk back then, ate the snacks she had eaten back then, played the flute music she played back then, and found the Kunjiao Neidan that she brought to him back then.

Then, after four days of brief reunion, he turned around and was a dazed search that had been haunted for thousands of years, and finally turned into a blood-colored scar, forever imprinted in the primordial spirit of the Qinglong God.

All this is like a vague dream of the Green Dragon God. When I woke up from the dream, the voice and smile of the person in the dream blurred and faded, only the unconscious throbbing in the dream was already engraved in the heart, which people could not forget.

The Jade Dragon Palace, which had awakened for a short time, fell into a deep sleep again. And this time, above the jade flower in the Dragon Palace, there is no longer that suffocating figure.

This game of chess has ended, and the chess pieces have their own happy or sad endings. Then, as the person who holds the victory, it is time to take the winning jackpot and move on to the next round of the game.

In the unknown world, another battle between gods and demons has quietly unfolded unconsciously. And what kind of battle will this next chess game be? What kind of outcome will the chess pieces have? Will the final winner be a god or a demon?

Everything is unknown......

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