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A year flies by in a blink of an eye, and ten years pass in a flash.

Chunchun, who will never grow up, follows the old naughty boy who likes to be in a daze more and more, and seems to have traveled all over the world, as if he was looking for someone.

The memories in front of me are passing by quickly, as if consciously ignoring unimportant things, this neglect is a hundred years later!

As an extraordinary monk, the old urchin seems to have come to the end of his life, and it is difficult to go any further.

The old urchin and Chunchun are like the old grandfather with his little granddaughter, they have been full, they have been hungry, happy, and sad. Basking in the sun, raining, blowing through the cold wind, building snowmen.

In the past 100 years, it has been the happiest time for Chunchun, and it is also the happiest time for this old urchin.

In the past hundred years, the chaos and the war between the monks have caused the world to be miserable and intensified.

There is no banquet in the world, and the old naughty boy can't wait for the day when Chunchun grows up, he can look down on the red dust and look down on everything and die proudly. But I can't bear to leave the pure and ignorant who is still pure and ignorant.

On this night, the old urchin seemed to remember that there was still something to be done. He sighed secretly, looking into the distance day after day, year after year, but he never waited for that person, and he couldn't see hope.

Time is running out.

Teng Yu looked at it, and had already guessed that what this old urchin was waiting for should be said to be the appearance of the human emperor. This made his initial guess more certain. I am sure that the human emperor in this mortal world should be reincarnated, and the old urchin is waiting, waiting for the appearance of the emperor in this life!

He wanted to find something faintly, but it was so vague that it was difficult to say it directly.

A few more years have passed, and in these years, the old naughty boy has become more and more depressed, and Chunchun has become more and more sensible and well-behaved.

Of course, in terms of eating, as always, there is more.

It was a dim night sky again, without the light of the stars, without the silver moon.

Yes, it was just a steep mountain, and Chun Chun fell asleep on the top of the mountain, and the old urchin covered her with a quilt and sat cross-legged on the edge of the cliff. He looked down, and finally a long-awaited glint appeared in his eyes.

When the night dissipated, the sun hung high.

Chun Chun slept like a dead pig, and he didn't wake up when the sun was on his buttocks. The old urchin was still sitting cross-legged, and he did not wake up the little one, but silently looked into the distance.

This mountain, extremely tall, overlooks the earth. It was he who had chosen it on purpose, and he was going to wait here for someone to show up, alternating day and night, and hurrying by.

"It's coming, it's coming soon......"

One night a few days later, Chun Chun woke up hungry, and she seemed to hear the old urchin's laughter. She walked over and noticed that the other party seemed to be much older all of a sudden.

"Grandpa, you... What's wrong with you?"

"You and I are exhausted, and the old Dao's life is not long, so I can't implicate you. ”

"What, you're gray-faced," Chun Chun didn't understand anything as always.

In the eyes of the old naughty boy, there was a smile and a sadness, he was really about to die. Fortunately, hope has appeared, and the last thing he has to do is to deliver Chunchun into the hands of the other party.

He looked at Chun Chun and was hungry, raised his bloodless hand, just like a hundred years ago when he took the other party's hand, and said slowly: "I'm hungry again, right." ”

"Well, hungry. Pure and pure is not ambiguous, and the answer is very simple.

The old naughty boy smiled, grabbed a fat pheasant in his sleeve, built a fire in front of Chunchun, and meticulously made the favorite roast chicken for a hundred years step by step.

Soon, a familiar aroma came to his nose, but the old urchin was even older, as if he had died a few years ago.

But I couldn't let go of something, so I survived until now, until the moment when hope appeared.

That man, already on his way, will cross this mountain tonight!

In this way, he also died without regrets.

Chunchun just looked at it so stupidly, looking at the fragrant roast chicken drooling, she looked at the old naughty boy's hair and didn't know when it turned gray, and the wrinkles on her face were too many to count.

No more rosy, no more energetic, as if years had passed in an instant.

"Eat, and you won't be hungry if you eat. The old urchin picked up the roasted brown and oily pheasant and handed it to Chunchun.

His hands were shaking, as if he had exhausted all his strength, and his mouth was panting, as if he could no longer breathe. The gaze is dim, and the vitality dissipates.

Watching Chunchun swallow it heavily, the old urchin's hand fell heavily, like a fire that burned out firewood, gradually extinguished.

What is extinguished is his vitality.

It's just that until he died, he was smiling.

Half a day.

After Chunchun finished eating, she found that the old naughty boy who had passed away, no matter how ignorant she was, she couldn't understand it, and she could more or less see the difference.

The old man who was attentive to her in front of her never spoke again, motionless, and the cold temperature on her skin made her cry out continuously.

But even if you shout out your throat, it won't help.

Chunchun began to be scared, and she pushed hard, pulling the corpse of the old urchin who had all his life destroyed. After a while, he began to cry, not loudly, but on this silent mountain, it was very obvious.

"You speak... Why don't you speak... I haven't eaten enough... What's wrong with you... Speak...... "Pure crying and crying, it seems that he has lost everything and everything at once.

There is no one to talk to her anymore, no one to take her to eat delicious food, no more to cover her with a quilt, no more to accompany her in a daze.

There is no one to accompany her on her journey around the world anymore!

I don't know when, a young man appeared at the foot of the mountain, a handsome young man with eyebrows like a sword and a face like a knife.

The young man exuded a touch of innate arrogance, his eyes were like lightning, few people dared to look at him, and he was followed by several strange people.

Teng Desire's eyes froze, of course he knew that this young man was the human emperor when he was young, and in addition, he also saw the shadow of Akatsuki.

A red-haired, flamboyant youth.

This young human emperor, cultivation has already become extraordinary, extremely talented, and at a young age, he has attained the most holy!

His side, including Akatsuki and several others, are all at the level of a half-saint, and they are incredible.

"Young master, there seems to be a cry on the mountain. Akatsuki grinned, although he spoke to the Human Emperor, his body had already flown up the mountain one step in advance.

"Hey, there is a white and tender little doll here, Yo Yo Yo, why are you crying so pitifully, hey. Akatsuki appeared not far from Chunchun, and then he saw the dead old urchin, so he didn't speak again.

The Emperor of the People followed, looking at the crying Chunchun with a flushed face, and at the old naughty boy who had long since died, and was equally silent.

However, his eyes still shrank imperceptibly, and he felt that the flowers and plants around Pure Pure were withering and even rotting.

Not only him, but several other young people also noticed it.

"Tsk, I didn't see that this little doll actually has its own corrupt power, you say, this old man, was she crying to death. "When she was young, Akatsuki seemed to talk a lot. (To be continued.) )