Host No. 7749’s Law of Mission Failure

——After all, the price to pay for changing one's fate against nature and reversing time and space is also huge. Your Majesty... are you really ready?

"Sir, are you really ready?"

Qing Wu stood beside Yun Dao.

The slender jade-like fingers held an ink pen and placed it on the paper.

The ink seeped into the rice paper and seemed to sparkle slightly. He slowly wrote his own poems with a flick of his fingers.

Carved jade is attached to the mausoleum, and if you see an old friend, you will be given a last pen.

The gentle and jade-like beauty's rose-colored lips gently pursed, and he put the pen aside. His gentle eyes seemed to be looking at the distant light of dawn through three fingers of silk.

If what Xu Chaochao said is true, sir, are you from the future?

If so, by reversing time and space, can we go to the future?

He spent a year decorating his tomb and hung the beauty painting that he cherished carefully above the coffin.

He put the letter and clothes into the coffin, raised his hand slightly, and untied the silk from his eyes.

A pair of warm and affectionate peach blossom eyes, quietly looking at the paintings on the wall, with a faint smile on the corners of his lips.

Qingwu gradually moved away from him, stood at the door of the main tomb, and pressed the switch. The door of the main tomb slowly moved and began to close.

Qing Wu stood outside the main tomb chamber, his eyes slightly red, looking at the motionless figure in white inside, finally lowered his head, took one last look at him, and then made up his mind to leave.

Son.

Hope you get what you want.

"I've been to a lot of places."

He sat on his coffin, watching the formation under his feet glowing slightly, and still looking at the person in the painting with care.

"There are also many beautiful scenery in Xuchao."

It's a pity that I can't take you to see the apricot blossom rain in the south of the Yangtze River and drink the warm and delicious wine brewed by the world.

If you hadn't left so early, I would have taken you to the south of the city to see the vast tracts of blooming hibiscus flowers.

He lowered his eyes, curled his eyes, raised his rose-colored lips gently, and said warmly, "There is a severe drought in autumn, so I only kept this one."

If you can't see it, I can bring it.

White light surged in his hand, and a hibiscus bud appeared in his hand. It had not yet fully opened, but it could not hide the feeling of beauty and tenderness, like a beauty wrapped in a white dress waiting to bloom.

He placed the flower in the corner and used his spiritual power to nourish its growth.

The shy hibiscus flower holds its buds and refuses to open.

The formation under his feet has completely lit up, and the light shines brightly. He closes his eyes, and his body slowly dissipates with the light, disintegrating into powder. Only his soul remains in this tomb, tightly bound to this land. .

Invisible chains were tied everywhere on his body, and they were deeply rooted in the tomb.

The young man in white lowered his eyes and smiled happily, slowly closed his eyes and fell into a thousand-year sleep.

He was guarding the hibiscus flower in the corner.

……

"There is actually such a big tomb down here!!"

"Holy crap!! Our village is going to be famous!"

"Will our village become a cultural relics scenic spot in the future?!"

There were excited voices, and as Dr. Song and his party were the first to enter the tomb, someone slowly opened their eyes.

His hair has turned from pitch-black as ink to snow-white, almost blending in with the white clothes on his body. His light and transparent eyes are as clear as glass, just like the white snow on the mountains. The snow spirit in front of him is cold and indifferent.

He glanced at his transparent soul body, left the main tomb chamber, and met the archaeological team looking around.

The young master was dressed in white as snow, his eyebrows were completely curved, and the almost uncontrollable tenderness and pleasure overflowed from his beautiful peach blossom eyes.

"Why can't this painting move?" The researcher looked at the painting that the young master was stepping on in confusion.

The young master folded his hands on his chest and turned his head to look away, as if he didn't do it.

I waited for about three quarters of an hour.

His eyes gradually brightened, as if they were filled with stars.

A familiar figure appeared in his sight.

Her thick black hair was tied into a high ponytail. She had one hand in her pocket and was walking slowly behind the staff. She had delicate features and glasses on the bridge of her nose. She looked like a scientific researcher. look.

Even if she was wearing a lab coat and walking over with an expressionless expression, she seemed to look great in his eyes.

The white boots from the painting were missing.

Xu Chaochao suddenly felt very cold, "Hiss..."

The woman squinted her eyes slightly and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

What she didn't see was that a pair of hands, holding their wide white sleeves, hugged her neck from behind, silently without saying a word. Her figure was full of those warm peach blossom eyes.

His long, jade-like fingers tried to touch her cheek, but missed.

The young master was stunned for a moment, then lowered his eyes and smiled indifferently.

I can see you again, how can I dare to ask for more?

……

The young master's soul relies on sleeping to slow down the consumption of his soul. Once he wakes up, it will disappear quickly.

He looked at his arm that was so transparent that it was about to disappear, pursed his lower lip, and used a piece of paper to bring her over.

His hand has completely disappeared.

But he still ran to the door of the tomb obediently, only a thin line away from the sunshine, waiting for her eagerly.

Just seeing her, he felt happy, lowered his eyes and frowned, hugged her gently, and nuzzled her face.

The woman didn't notice at all.

But Xu Chaochao felt even colder, so he moved closer to Lu Jian.

Yun Dao's eyes changed, and Xu Chaochao sneezed immediately and moved farther away from Lu Jian.

As he got closer to the main tomb, he could feel the chains on his body slowly tightening, pulling him towards that side.

The young master was standing next to the painting in the main tomb, looking at her tenderly.

Half of his body has slowly turned into a spot of light, nourishing the hibiscus flowers in the corner.

When Lu Jian's cheek slowly moved closer to the beauty painting, the young master's eyes showed a trace of reluctance. Even though he knew she couldn't see, he still leaned down and kissed the corner of her lips gently.

"I love you." He whispered softly and raised the corners of his lips, "But we have to see you again."

His soul will never be the same again, and there will never be another reincarnation.

But that's fine.

At least he won't fall in love with someone else again.

Just remembering her is enough.

The young master finally disappeared into the painting and saw Lu Jian extending his hand towards him curiously.

He also stretched out his slender fingers, and the moment he reached out of the painting, his hand turned into a physical entity, grasped her hand tightly, and pulled her into the painting.

Just let me...touch you one last time.

His last chuckle still echoed in the main tomb, but his soul had completely dissipated.

Dots of light scattered in the air, which was the last beautiful scene he left to the world.

The hibiscus flower in the corner finally slowly bloomed.

……

I walked through the autumn of dead trees,

I have seen Pingchou leaning against the mountains,

The rain falls into the mist on the river,

It is the tranquility that literati love.

When I looked up, half of the fan was filled with light,

Stepping through the mottled wind,

"This autumn also gives in, letting the red leaves become sparse and the atmosphere thickening."

……

——Yaguan's tunic is named Xuanji, Yushu Zhilan stops the wind.

——Crimson lips and white satin passionate eyes, waiting to return in a thousand years.

The gentle breeze and the bright moon are as gentle as hibiscus.