Splash Monkey, I will accompany you against the heavens!

"Good..." All the movements and expressions of the monster were so gentle, the young man pressed against his chest, and yawned wearily, as usual, without vigilance.

He has been suppressing Hongmang this month, and he was drowsy in front of the bronze mirror... He didn't even look at the monster a few times, and now being hugged tightly like this has made him more satisfied.

Shui Wufeng followed behind and looked at the little guy's satisfied look, and couldn't help but secretly speculate... If the Taoist companion had a small tail, he would probably be happy to curl it up now.

The increasingly solemn mood was relieved a little, and the thoughts of parting stirred his heart. The little guy's breath fell on him at this moment, and the monster couldn't bear the ups and downs. body fluid.

The little guy was panting from being kissed, rubbed the tip of his nose against his face, and yawned lazily.

"Are you tired?" Shui Wufeng frowned. Even if the little guy deliberately concealed the frequency of Hongmang's loss of control, he couldn't be unaware. Every time he consumed more, he would notice it... and so on. , the result is no need to guess, sooner or later, this person will not come back.

The young man pursed his lips and smiled obediently, wanting to change the topic: "Wufeng, I want to eat Nanchan's crisp cake, shall we eat it in a few days?"

Shui Wufeng saw that he didn't want to say anything, and didn't force him, so he hugged him tightly with a smile: "You don't need to go to Nanchan Buzhou to eat the crispy cakes there, I have them here, how about getting drunk with peach blossoms?"

"Well, two pots..."

"You can drink as much as you like, I have prepared a lot for you..."

After being separated for a month, the little guy who said he wanted to eat shortbread didn't eat shortbread in the end, but got tired of drinking a whole pot of peach blossom drunk in his arms. After getting drunk, he hugged the monster's waist tightly and gently rubbed I shed tears several times... I didn't cry out, but my whole face was red from crying.

...Is Yang Ye afraid that one day he will be trapped in the mysterious realm?

Why...he can't stay by my side safely?

life?If this is life... then what does this life give him?Is there only loneliness and pain?Are all good things just foreshadowing?Why... why would you treat him like this...

Seeing that all-too-familiar face quietly choked up, Shui Wufeng's headache started to ache, and his thoughts were mixed with his former self...

How fair is this world?The loneliness and pain that Yang Ye suffered...isn't it enough for him to have a peaceful life?

As a spirit master, I can't protect him, only being promoted to the spirit master... Only becoming the spirit master can this person not feel sad... But being promoted to the spirit master... is easier said than done?

It is not easy for all living beings to cultivate the Tao. It is a thousand times easier for spiritual objects to understand the Tao than other races, and there are few obstacles to enter the Tao and cultivate the Buddha. Endless Spring and Autumn... and the position of the Spirit Lord... is illusory...

The Taoist companion controls the heavenly punishment, and the monsters have no robbery to take over... It seems that it is easier to become a spirit master, but his cultivation base has not improved for hundreds of years, and his realm has stagnated.

The realm of the spirit master seems to be just a rumor. No one has ever reached the sky-reaching mirror world in cultivation. Even after all the punishments from heaven... No one knows whether he will become a spirit master...

What I cultivate is yin and yang mutual assistance... All living beings, all phenomena... Spirit master... The way of all beings... The opportunity to become a spirit master...

He had a severe headache. At that time, he had realized something...but the part of enlightenment...it was difficult for him to recall.

The divine sense could not be controlled and scattered... When Shui Wufeng wanted to take back the divine sense, he suddenly realized that the person who released the divine sense was not himself...

The memory is a bit confused, and the years have also become chaotic... He vaguely saw that he was retreating, and the little guy was not by his side. He was sitting alone in a closed room, his long hair covered his face, only revealing his deep eyes, staring at him like a madman. Looking forward, with deep and cold eyes...

He could feel the fusion of magic and Buddha's spiritual consciousness constantly pouring out from his body, and the whole room was filled with chaotic and unknown atmosphere... The divine consciousness spread out very slowly, constantly penetrating into the sky and the earth, It's like wanting to merge into this world...

Fusion?No...not Fusion...

Shui Wufeng frowned, thinking of something, the spirit master is above the rules, the rules are the way of heaven, the way of heaven is the will of the four continents and eight seas, the will of heaven and earth...

I want to - seize the house? !Yes, seize this world...

The unruliness and restlessness from the depths of the soul quickly occupied the will of Shui Wufeng's two souls when thoughts appeared, and he was completely withdrawn from the years... It seemed that the coercion that could swallow all living beings flashed by, interrupting the retrospective ...

The will of the year was rolling in his heart, reflecting the full of rebelliousness.

The birth of heaven and earth, all things contend, right?

...If this is the rule...then fight to the end!

Run over all things and all spirits, fight out this fateful catastrophe, if you want to fight - then fight against this world!

Hmph... robbery and punishment?It's just a pretense...

The spirit master is not given by heaven and earth, but fights for the only supreme position with the will of heaven and earth.

If he can win, he is the spirit master, the heaven and the earth, and the rules!It is the existence that all things need to surrender!

Only by fighting, must fight, win the world, can protect that person, give him this world that makes him happy, let him always look like that boy, and keep smiling carefree...

"Hiss..." Shui Wufeng had a headache, his will was emptied, and his heart seemed to be hurting...

There was a voice roaring in his heart, just like the day when he was sealed in the West Pole, watching his Taoist companions being killed and drowned, it was heart-piercing, screaming as if it wanted to tear his heart apart.

The roar lingered... His heart hurts so much that his breathing is blocked, and his blood flow is still.

Shui Wufeng clutched the clothes around his heart, his mind was in chaos, and the premonition that flashed when he formed the bond reappeared in the sea of ​​consciousness.Feng Yangye lay on his lap, muttering something in a low voice, his expression was full of obsession, as if he wanted to reach out and touch his face, but he didn't have much strength, the cloud seemed to be dissipating at any time...

"Don't! Don't leave me..." Shui Wufeng shouted hoarsely, opened his scarlet eyes, and saw the blank bronze mirror in front of Zhuju and a pale face looking up at him in front of the bronze mirror.

"Yangye..." Shui Wufeng raised his hand in a daze, and when he touched this person, he laughed and hugged him tightly, "You're awake..."

"Twelve," Feng Yangye hugged his Taoist companion wearily, raised his arms and rubbed his hair vigorously: "Did you have a nightmare? Don't be afraid, you woke up too... I also made one Dream, long, long dream, but I can't remember clearly... I seem to have dreamed of you..."

"I'm awake, I'm not afraid anymore, it's just a dream, if Yang Ye can't remember it, don't think about it, be obedient..." Shui Wufeng suddenly realized that the picture was not a premonition, but a memory... His heart died in his arms Memories... just in front of this bamboo house... the previous memories must be very painful in the end, it's good for him to remember alone, Yang Ye doesn't want to remember.

"Hmm..." Feng Yangye nodded his head, his stomach growled softly, and Shui Wufeng smiled loosely between his brows. Although the time of backtracking is different from that of the outside world, it should be a long time since his darling Even if you keep sending spiritual power to warm and nourish your body, you will still be hungry after such a long time.

Thinking about these things, Shui Wufeng said gently, "What do you want to eat?"

Feng Yangye licked his lips and thought for a while, then raised his head and smiled slightly, a little silly: "I want to eat twelve..."

Seeing that the Taoist companion is much more energetic than before, and can still make glib jokes, Shui Wufeng's heart calms down temporarily, although he still doesn't know the reason for it, but luckily it was not a premonition.

After eating a few pieces of small cakes and a piece of fruit, and finally drank a few sips of water, Feng Yangye couldn't eat anymore, probably because he was sleepy and hungry all the time, and he didn't eat much.

Shui Wufeng fed the head master by himself throughout the whole process, not willing to let others touch a single finger, and finally wiped the Taoist companion's mouth carefully, and kissed him lightly.