far away

All kinds of unknown creatures flitted through the airspace of Land of the Haunted or ran in low voices, forming a strange and ridiculous silence and harmony at this moment.

"Your Highness... what are you talking about? Although I don't know why you are stuck in this place, I heard that Hebai is not a good person... Ugh!" Hui Ran, who appeared from time to time, covered his mouth and dragged it down. "Okay, ancestor, you haven't changed your big mouth yet, don't make any more trouble!" Desperately and helplessly, he dragged on, expressing that he would not disturb He Bai and the others, and said "you continue".

"Do you know what liking is?" He Bai's tone was cold and persuasive.

"I..." Wuji staggered back subconsciously.

"If you don't know, why did you go to such lengths to save my life? Why did you keep me by your side, waiting for this heart of admiration to grow wantonly and evil thoughts spread everywhere, but you turned a blind eye and did nothing to stop you? Why did you let me read all the sweetest books in the world? Obsessed but pushed into the abyss with your own hands? Do you know what it’s like for a person to wait for him with hope all the time? Do you know the pain where there is no heart to bleed because of lovesickness? Do you know how to be locked in the heart? What's his neighing like?" He Bai approached, grabbed Wuji's hand and put it on his heart, the whole process can be described as gentle and completely different from the indifferent person just now.

Under the heart, what is locked is the deep affection of thousands of years, the name that I want to call but can't.

Unconscious feelings pervade the surroundings of the two of them, and a world that belongs to them is separated in the huge forest.

"Yao Zhao, how could you be so cruel to me?"

This heart is far away, this feeling is far away, I love Zhaozhao.

In an instant, the memory that had been dusty for a long time was ruthlessly scratched away.

Haruaki...

Haruaki...

Phoenix...

Do not!

I do not have!

He won't do this, why should the Emperor of Heaven embarrass an unknown person? !

Scenes of scenes are like floods that break the embankment, seeping into the plains of memory, scrambling to be the first, as if they will be steamed and licked clean in the next second.

Hahaha, Phoenix has a big heart, so naturally he wouldn't call these real children.

But we are different.

Now the demons are invading...Phoenix is ​​a member of the Celestial Clan...whether...

What should be done about it?

Fragmentary memories continued to be staged, the desolation and bleakness everywhere, the stench and the stumps rolled away with the man's inhuman robes in the smoke.

In the depths, Yaozhao hugged Hebai who hadn't shed all its fluff.The young crane exposed to the fresh air raised its head and poked around, smelling the unique smell of the phoenix

It seems that he has found a way to rely on the unexpected Xiang Yaozhao.

The slight swing of the robe concealed his daze.

The origins of the past and the past were opened, and time passed by quickly, stopping quietly, and fixed on the figure of the young Hebai.

The red mole between the eyebrows became brighter because of its energy, and it glowed with a soft red light.He lay on Yaozhao's body in a childish and milky manner, as if he was well-behaved and sensible, but the sly and quick-witted eyes betrayed him.He lowered his head on purpose, whispering softly that Yaozhao could hear, "Master is so pretty."

Yaozhao seemed to chuckle lightly, but said nothing.

"Well, what are you laughing at, Master?" He Bai twisted a bit, and moved closer.

"It's nothing."

This answer obviously didn't satisfy He Bai, he grunted.

"If master forgets everything one day, remember to call me by my name..." Yao Zhao changed the subject without a trace, and He Bai was stunned for a moment.

"...Then will the master also forget about Abai?"

"..."

"master?"

"Yes."

For some reason, Hebai was immersed in the joy of eating the master's tofu one second ago, although he didn't understand what the tofu those fairy sisters were talking about, he fell into annoying depression the next second.

Enough!

Every experience has added a strong stroke to the experiencer, and when it is touched, it will recede quietly like a whirlpool.

The coincidence of the previous wound and the memory at just the right time, successfully tore the scar, and it was dripping with blood again.