Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

Chapter 337 The Human World (Part )

Hearing this, Lin Huan fell into a brief silence. The moonlight was like a silver yarn, gently falling on her face, carefully outlining the soft and charming outline. In a moment, the corners of her lips seemed to be gently brushed by the spring breeze, slowly rising, and a gentle smile bloomed, just like the first flower that blooms in the spring, warm and touching. Then, she raised her head slightly, her eyes looking at the bright moon that was full of clear light, as if she wanted to confide her heart to this eternal moonlight, and a long sigh, like a misty wind, quietly escaped from her lips. Then, she slowly opened her lips, her voice soft but clearly audible: "Where should this story begin? Perhaps... I should start from the ethereal sound of wind and the roar of dragons that I heard in Jueyun Mountain..."

Once upon a time, there was a little green dragon that leisurely crossed thousands of rivers and mountains, and resolutely rushed to Liyue Harbor from a distant and unreachable place. When it first arrived on this land, everything around it exuded a strange atmosphere, but it was inexplicably filled with a familiar taste. The bustling streets and alleys, the rows of pavilions and terraces, were all the first time it had seen them in its life; however, the breath carried by the wind and the touch of the land under its feet seemed to carry a long-standing memory that traveled through time and space, which made it feel an indescribable sense of intimacy.

Just when Xiaolong was confused and didn't know where to go or where to settle down, an elegant and cheerful gentleman appeared at the right time like a warm dawn. With extremely gentle movements, he gently embraced Xiaolong in his arms, as if it was the most precious and rare treasure in the world. Then, he took Xiaolong all the way back to his world. Since then, the cold and hot seasons have come and gone, and the seasons have changed. The gentleman has presented his whole world to Xiaolong without reservation, and Xiaolong has been dependent on him. The gentleman patiently taught Xiaolong, who once came from the human world, those things that belonged to another world. Xiaolong used his innocence, agility, and a serious and sincere heart to bring endless joy and light to the gentleman. Although Xiaolong and the gentleman are not blood relatives, they are better than the closest family in the world, and have engraved deep marks in each other's lives.

But the years are not always smooth sailing. During this period, there were disasters like ferocious beasts that harassed the world. As an immortal, Xiaolong stood up naturally with his innate mission and responsibility, and resolutely took on the responsibility of protection. It accompanied the army that guarded this land and stood fearlessly at the forefront of the battlefield. On the battlefield full of flames, Xiaolong gained comrades who fought side by side and could be trusted with his back. However, after a fierce battle, Xiaolong had to face the cruel loss. Young soldiers, those lives full of blood; the senior heroes who stood side by side, their heroic figures will always be fixed on the battlefield.

There is also a person who always keeps Xiaolong in his heart, but always likes to pretend to be strong and "bully" Xiaolong by relying on the information gap. He is not only a close friend of Xiaolong's family, but also an extraordinary person with outstanding virtue and sincere respect. In the army guarding Liyue, he is one of the irreplaceable soul pillars. His strategy and courage always inspire every soldier around him and are the key to rallying the army. In that tragic battle, the situation was critical. Xiaolong watched him and another soul pillar step into the desperate situation of life and death without regret. At that moment, fear was like a surging tide, completely drowning her.

When the dust of the final battle settled, Xiaolong tried his best to find him in the battlefield full of corpses and in the abyss full of dangers. At that time, he was weak and dying. Xiaolong used all his strength to barely save him from the jaws of death. At the last moment of the war, for Xiaolong, being able to bring back the only person who had a glimmer of life in the desperate situation was already a blessing in disguise...

After the dark disaster, Xiaolong, as an immortal, did not leave, and remained in the human world for a long time. She accompanied her family and close friends, and spent countless days and nights together, through the years. Every day is fulfilling and beautiful, and it is worth remembering forever in the bottom of my heart. However, time is like a long song, although melodious and beautiful, it will eventually end, just like a grand banquet will always end. That day, the moment when Xiaolong separated from the human world came quietly without any preparation. Xiaolong knew in his heart that the end of the song and the separation of people was an inevitable outcome that all things in the world could not resist. Although his heart was full of attachment and reluctance, he still obediently obeyed the arrangement of fate and slowly loosened the "hand" that was tightly held with that world...

Just like the story that Teacher Wendy recited during the day, the rest of her life was a long journey, and Xiaolong, who was left alone, was determined to move forward. She promised her best friends that no matter if they left the world or belonged to the Jueyun Mountains... she promised them that she would no longer be confined to the past, but would move forward firmly without looking back. She promised them that she would never regret it and would never stop. Even if she missed him, she could not stop moving forward. This was a contract, and since the contract was signed, she had never wavered in the slightest. Missing him was also an escape, and she had promised them.

Finally, Lin Huan raised her lips and smiled softly. A faint blush crept up her cheeks, like a cloud in the spring sky. She lowered her eyes slightly, and whispered softly with a hint of modesty and shyness: "Well, Xiaoying, the story I told may be a little boring. After all, how can it compare to the wonderful writing of Teacher Wendy, who weaves the story like a dream. But this is truly my story."