Indifference was actually not Lingzixiu's intention, but she had become accustomed to alienation over the years, and she was used to using this to protect herself and disguise herself. Master's death hit her too hard, she was like a silkworm, weaving a tight web around herself, and her indifference was this net. She thought that as long as this was the case, as long as there was this layer of protection, she would not give her heart to others again, and she would no longer taste the pain of separating her heart and bones.

But it turns out that even if she is like this, she still can't be hard-hearted. She's still that kind after all.

In the face of the apprentices she has carefully taught for many years, how can she be without a trace of emotion.

Quietly waiting for the apprentice's answer, I have to say that this disciple, Lingzi Xiu is still very satisfied. Excellent, upright, kind, and have a beautiful heart.

Several layers of fine sweat spread out on his forehead, and he hesitated for a long time, and finally sighed softly: "Master, the stone of life and death is burning! So saying, he fell to his knees on one knee, bowed his head, and waited for punishment like a child who had done something wrong.

When Ling Zixiu heard the news of the burning of the Stone of Life and Death, Rao was as calm as her, and she was also slightly shocked. The Stone of Life and Death is the guardian stone of every god in the world. The vision of the Stone of Life and Death means that there will be a catastrophe for the owner, and the Stone of Life and Death burns in a way that has never occurred since the beginning of the world. Unknown disasters are the most terrible.

But at worst, what can it be? It's nothing more than death.

Death, 100,000 years ago, Lingzi Xiu was already not afraid.

Her life was given by the master, and the master and the senior brother exchanged their lives for it. In other words, I should have died 100,000 years ago.

I am the master of this temple, and it is my duty to keep everything in order here. What have I been for, and what have I begged for? I have no self, and I am more like a machine that only keeps working. My life has never been my decision, it was, and it still is. As the head god, my every move is implicated in too much, every step I take, every order I give, I have to think deeply, think about it, think about it, and be responsible for all people. But he has never lived a day for himself, even if it is only for a moment.

If you can't escape this catastrophe after all, if you will die, if you can still save your master with such a death, why not?

Death, what's so terrible?