[Quick Transmigration] White-eyed Wolf Cultivation System
Chapter 87 Snow Covered Lamp
They stayed in southern Xinjiang for a long time, during which Jiuyi went through a molt period, which lasted for half a month, and the situation was extremely dangerous.
Xie Ci almost thought that this was the end of Jiuyi's time. He was sitting under a waterfall in a cold pool in Shiwanda Mountain, looking at the whitebait swimming in the bottom of the water. People's life and death, tossing and turning, the heart is aching.
He couldn't remember who that person was, and he couldn't remember that person's face.He knew that there was a missing piece of the jigsaw puzzle in his already messed up memory, perhaps important, and that person must be in that jigsaw puzzle.
The boy's face reflected the sparkling light in the water, his long hair flowed away with the waves, and blue scales spread from behind his ears to his closed eyes.In the next second, he suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were as bright as flowing gold, and he blinked lightly at him.
He showed a mischievous smile, a string of transparent bubbles escaped from his pale rose-coloured lips, and popped beside Xie Ci's fingers hanging on the water.
Xie Ci smiled and stretched out his hand to him, and was held by cold fingers, splashing water droplets.
"I'm back."
Jiuyi smiled triumphantly, his eyelashes were filled with water mist, and his long cyan snake tail swayed comfortably in the water, startling countless whitebait in the water.
Xie Ci stretched out his hand to help him brush away the hair sticking to his face, Jiuyi's fingertips gathered green light, and the surrounding water mist gathered in strands, entwined with a faint light.
A cocoon, again, Xie Ci stretched out his palm, and let the little thing that looked like life fall into his palm.
There is less rain and less snow in southern Xinjiang, and the four seasons are warm like spring. When Xie Ci set off to go north, a new snowfall had just fallen on Wuji Mountain.
It was the fourth year, Xie Ci received a letter, something happened in the temple, Xue Ting called him back.
Xie Ci was living in a Han village at the time, and Jiuyi would come to see him several times a month, or he would go to the mountains to look for him.The monster race is naturally close to the mountains and fields, and Jiuyi settled there after going through a moulting period in the cold pool, living a very carefree life.
It took Xie Ci more than half a day to reach the cold pool, the surface of the water was shrouded in mist, and it was hard to see if there was anyone inside.
"Ajiu—"
The shout of thank you was sent far away, echoed in the sound of the waterfall, the birds in the forest fluttered their wings, and there was a "crash" in the mist, and a young man in a green shirt walked out of the mist. When he came out, his brows and eyes were filled with steam.
"Why are you here at this time?" Jiuyi caught the pine nut candy Xie Ci threw in the past, threw it into his mouth, chewed it, and said vaguely, "The evil spirit is the heaviest on the day of the new moon, and the inside of the mountain is not clean. I'll take you out later."
Xie Ci wiped away a huge boulder by the pool, sat down on the stone, and said, "It doesn't matter. I came today to tell you that I have to go back to Mount Wuji."
"Oh," Jiuyi nodded, swallowed the candy in his mouth, and licked his lips, "When will you come back? If it's not long, I won't go with you."
Xie Ci gave him another piece of candy, shook his head and said, "I don't know yet. Maybe I won't come here again."
Jiuyi was taken aback, holding the piece of candy with his fingertips, looking a little at a loss, "What?"
"Master is getting old, and he is increasingly unable to manage the affairs of the temple," Xie Ci explained, "If I guess correctly, Master probably wants me to go back and take over his mantle."
"Then you... aren't coming back?" Jiuyi blinked helplessly, the syrup gradually melted between his fingers, sticky like his brain at the moment, "Then what should I do?"
Xie Ci clenched his hands under his wide sleeves, and he smiled slightly: "The environment in this mountain is very good, you can go to Wuji Mountain to find me when you have time...Of course, if you want to go back with me, I will come tomorrow Departure at Chen hour."
Jiuyi fell silent, holding the candy and not speaking.
"Fine, the icing is almost melting," Xie Ci stood up, and tapped his forehead, "I'll just go out by myself, the mountains are shaking, you have to guard this place, didn't you still Said that he is the leader of the monster clan on this mountain?"
Jiuyi then stood up, grabbed his sleeves as he did in Ganghuaxing, shook his head, "I'll accompany you out."
Seeing his insistence, he didn't say much thanks, and the two went down the mountain one after the other, without saying a word. When they walked out of the mountain forest, it was already night, the moon was as cold as water, and Jiuyi stood silently behind him.
"Go back, Ah Jiu." Xie Ci waved to him, then turned and walked into the brightly lit village.
Shemales have different paths.He remembered what he had warned another great demon many years ago, and shook his head with a smile.
He is just a passer-by in this world, and his life is only a few dozen years, but he just happens to be the object of a simple little monster's fledgling complex.
Regardless of whether Ah Jiu is the person in the missing piece of the puzzle, but Xie Ci knows that people who are too close to him will always die well. This is the case in every life, so why should we hope that there will be an exception this time?
He has more and more a strong premonition: Ah Jiu's downfall may be related to him.
Before entering the village, Xie Ci still couldn't help but glance back - that figure was still there.
In the early morning of the second day, Xie resigned and set off to return north, but Jiuyi did not show up, so he returned to Wuji Mountain alone.
Snow has accumulated on the mountain, and every night, the faint fragrance of the plum blossom forest outside the temple can be seen through the windows.
The aged Master Xueting did not survive this year, Xie Ci took over the mantle of Master and became the new abbot of Xuanbei Temple.
After eating New Year's Eve dinner with the monks in the temple on New Year's Eve, he warmed a pot of wine and took him to the Demon Suo Pagoda under the cliff.
Su Jiming was building a snowman outside the pagoda. He blatantly said that he wanted to carve a dragon, but he still couldn't make it after a whole day, so he thanked him for his help, and at least he managed to stand the shape of the "snow dragon".
"Little master, where's your little snake demon?" Su Zhen leaned on the couch, swinging the wine cup, with an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth.
Xie Ci took a sip of Kudingcha, put his palm on the cup to keep warm, and said with a smile: "He has his own creation."
Su Zhen raised her head and swallowed the wine, shook her head and sighed, "Little master, your heart is still so hard."
It was late at night when he returned to the mountain, and it was snowing again in the mountains. The stone lamp in front of the porch was covered with a thick layer of snow, and the candlelight flickered weakly.
Xie Ci brushed off the snow, poured some oil into the lamp, the fire was burning hot, and there was a warm feeling in front of him.
He got up and was about to go back to his room, but he saw a young man in green shirt with his legs crossed sitting on the window sill in the corridor.
"It's freezing in the north." The young man tilted his head and complained, his long black hair was covered with a thin layer of snowflakes.
Xie Ci walked over slowly and sat down beside him, putting down the oil pot in his hand.
"Yeah," he said with a smile, and helped Ah Jiu brush off the thin snow on his head, "It's like passing a new year, it's another new year."
Snow covered in front of the lamp, new plum blossoms by the window, lively firecrackers sounded from all over the temple, the wind and snow swept away the smoke and fallen flowers, leaving only the long and short ice edges under the corridor, ticking deep on the snow layer on the ground. Deep and shallow pits.
Xie Ci has been in this world for 60 years, and this is the first time he has experienced life, old age, sickness and death like an ordinary person after so many mission worlds, turning into an old monk with a snow-white beard.
His health has always been good, and he passed away smoothly in the end.As early as half a year before his death, he had felt something, and calmly handed over the affairs of the temple to the next abbot one by one, and chose a place for himself to be buried in the plum blossom forest on the mountain.
It was in the depths of the plum grove, a place that few people stepped on, under an old plum tree that was nearly a thousand years old.
"It's snowing, master," Su Jiming walked into the door and patted the falling snow on his body, squatting next to the charcoal basin to stir the charcoal fire to make it burn brighter, "Do you want to open the window to have a look?"
Su Zhen's child has the body of a half-demon. Although his actual age is 60 years old, he still looks like a young man in his early twenties.He was born with a pair of yin and yang eyes, and he still has half of the blood of the fox demon on his body. After he was five years old, he followed Xie Ci to learn the art of subduing demons and eliminating demons, and became his only lay disciple.
At this time, Xie Ci's five senses were getting weaker and weaker. He lay on the couch, turned his head and glanced at the closed window, thought for a while and said, "Open the window, is the plum grove outside the temple blooming?"
"It's open early." Su Jiming got up and opened the window. The snowflakes rolled up the plum blossoms and blew away the dull air in the room, which lifted people's spirits. "Master, can you smell the plum blossoms?"
Xie Ci couldn't smell it, but he still nodded and said with a smile: "I can smell it."
Jiuyi came in one night.Xie Ci was half-leaning on the head of the bed in a drowsy state, with a few oil lamps lit in the room, and he could only vaguely see large patches of color in front of his eyes, like an abstract painting.
It wasn't until a person came to the side of the bed and knelt down slowly that Xie Ci didn't know that he was coming.
"You're here." Xie Ci smiled with difficulty, he couldn't see the other person's appearance clearly, he could only feel the slight weight on his shoulders.
Jiuyi rested his forehead lightly on his clear shoulder, and asked softly, "Sikong, are you going to die?"
"Yeah," Xie Ci tremblingly raised his hand, wanting to touch him, "People are born, old, sick, and dying, and it's time for me too."
After experiencing a life of natural aging, now that it has come to an end naturally, his mood at this time is extremely peaceful.Just like the constant morning bell and evening drum of Xuanbei Temple, the never-melting snow on the top of Wuji Mountain, the ancient Buddhist scriptures in the Tibetan scripture building, the ever-burning lamp in the Daxiong Hall, and the thousand-year-old Demon Locking Tower standing under the cliff.
Jiuyi stretched out his hand and held the skinny and slightly cold hand with weak and shallow breath.
The moment the skin touched, Xie Ci suddenly froze.
The dying man suddenly began to pant rapidly and violently, and the old man grabbed the young man's hand firmly with all his strength.
Blood, heads, bones...
White hair, cinnabar, gradually disappearing dots of stars...
The city is full of fireworks, the eyes of the golden light...
What is this, these are—
"Sikong, what's wrong with you?" Jiuyi asked in a panic, trying in vain to relieve his stagnant blood and breathing with demon power.
It's...it's him...
"Live well, Rong Zheng."
"Rong Zheng." He called him softly, there seemed to be something flickering in his golden eyes.
"Thank...resignation."
……
"Next time we meet, don't forget about me... Ah Jiu."
He seemed to have had a long, long dream.
He struggled to wake up from the suffocation, and when he recalled the dream again, he found that he could not remember the content of the dream.
He felt lost.
Now he remembered.
Xie Ci grasped Jiuyi's hand desperately, his whole body hunched over, gasping for dying gasps, growling in despair in the interlaced images.
I remembered... Ah Jiu, I remembered!
Ah Jiu will live well until 2000 years later, and because he died without a whole body, and his soul is scattered, he will meet him again after time passes, they will recognize each other, and then separate...
separated again and again—
Muddy tears meandered down the wrinkles, Xie Ci's eyes widened in vain, but he couldn't see him clearly, he couldn't even see the last side of him clearly.
no, do not want.don't want!
"Sikong, don't cry," Jiuyi jumped up and hugged him helplessly, stroking his bony back over and over while trembling, "Old monk, don't, don't cry, okay? Please, please." is you……"
"Ah, Ah Jiu..." Xie Ci struggled to whisper with the last of his strength, his hoarse voice was about to dissipate in the air, "Remember, my next words..."
"Okay, I'm listening, I'm listening." Ah Jiu choked up and nodded.
"Don't go to Yunmengze..." Xie Ci closed his eyes, hot tears kept falling, "After 2000...if you meet a man named Rong Zheng...kill, kill him...you will die because of him And die...kill him...kill..."
"... old monk?"
The icy night wind brought fresh snow and a faint fragrance of plum, and the stone lamp under the porch was covered with a thin layer of silver snow.
It's almost dawn.
***
[Welcome back, thank you. 】
[I remember it all. 】
【I know. 】
[So, are you going to erase my memory again? 】
【... There is one last world left.All the answers are up to you to find, Overlord. 】
【Six · Snow Covered Light · End】
The author has something to say:
Hmm...don't hit me.
Xiao Xie was aggrieved with 30 words, the last world will definitely let him have a good time, otherwise how can he...
Originally, there were two extra episodes, about Su Zhen and Su Jiming, which can be regarded as a better connection with the third world, but I don’t think it’s necessary now, so I’ll just post the outline here, and everyone can take a look. :
Extra Story One (Su Zhen)
Su Zhen was injured the first time she escaped from the Demon Locking Tower and couldn't transform into a human form. She was saved by Prince Wen Renmin in the royal hunting ground, and she came to repay him after recovering.Those who come and go are together.
After Su Zhen was locked in the Demon Locking Tower again, Wen Renmin would go to Wuji Mountain once a year and put a bunch of candied haws outside the Demon Locking Tower.
Su Zhen kept the bamboo sticks after eating the candied haws with a magic method, and counted them every day. After counting to No. 30, the candied haws were gone six years later, so she knew that Wen Renmin had died.
Su Zhen decides to leave to find Wen Renmin's reincarnation.
Extra episode [-] (Su Jiming)
After the death of Xie Ci, Su Jiming, who became a demon master, left the Wuji Mountain to go down the mountain to practice. After wandering in the world for more than a hundred years, he met the witch Fei Qiong of the Sky Demon Clan.
The two became happy friends, and another 200 years later they gave birth to a son named Cang Wu.
*I don’t know if there are any little angels who remember that the Demon Lord Cangwu of the third world was suppressed under Wuji Mountain before he appeared on the stage.
Alright, the nonsensical episode is over, tomorrow will open the last world, the story of the university campus.It's about to end!mwah!
Seven: Overbearing male god falls in love with me
Xie Ci almost thought that this was the end of Jiuyi's time. He was sitting under a waterfall in a cold pool in Shiwanda Mountain, looking at the whitebait swimming in the bottom of the water. People's life and death, tossing and turning, the heart is aching.
He couldn't remember who that person was, and he couldn't remember that person's face.He knew that there was a missing piece of the jigsaw puzzle in his already messed up memory, perhaps important, and that person must be in that jigsaw puzzle.
The boy's face reflected the sparkling light in the water, his long hair flowed away with the waves, and blue scales spread from behind his ears to his closed eyes.In the next second, he suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were as bright as flowing gold, and he blinked lightly at him.
He showed a mischievous smile, a string of transparent bubbles escaped from his pale rose-coloured lips, and popped beside Xie Ci's fingers hanging on the water.
Xie Ci smiled and stretched out his hand to him, and was held by cold fingers, splashing water droplets.
"I'm back."
Jiuyi smiled triumphantly, his eyelashes were filled with water mist, and his long cyan snake tail swayed comfortably in the water, startling countless whitebait in the water.
Xie Ci stretched out his hand to help him brush away the hair sticking to his face, Jiuyi's fingertips gathered green light, and the surrounding water mist gathered in strands, entwined with a faint light.
A cocoon, again, Xie Ci stretched out his palm, and let the little thing that looked like life fall into his palm.
There is less rain and less snow in southern Xinjiang, and the four seasons are warm like spring. When Xie Ci set off to go north, a new snowfall had just fallen on Wuji Mountain.
It was the fourth year, Xie Ci received a letter, something happened in the temple, Xue Ting called him back.
Xie Ci was living in a Han village at the time, and Jiuyi would come to see him several times a month, or he would go to the mountains to look for him.The monster race is naturally close to the mountains and fields, and Jiuyi settled there after going through a moulting period in the cold pool, living a very carefree life.
It took Xie Ci more than half a day to reach the cold pool, the surface of the water was shrouded in mist, and it was hard to see if there was anyone inside.
"Ajiu—"
The shout of thank you was sent far away, echoed in the sound of the waterfall, the birds in the forest fluttered their wings, and there was a "crash" in the mist, and a young man in a green shirt walked out of the mist. When he came out, his brows and eyes were filled with steam.
"Why are you here at this time?" Jiuyi caught the pine nut candy Xie Ci threw in the past, threw it into his mouth, chewed it, and said vaguely, "The evil spirit is the heaviest on the day of the new moon, and the inside of the mountain is not clean. I'll take you out later."
Xie Ci wiped away a huge boulder by the pool, sat down on the stone, and said, "It doesn't matter. I came today to tell you that I have to go back to Mount Wuji."
"Oh," Jiuyi nodded, swallowed the candy in his mouth, and licked his lips, "When will you come back? If it's not long, I won't go with you."
Xie Ci gave him another piece of candy, shook his head and said, "I don't know yet. Maybe I won't come here again."
Jiuyi was taken aback, holding the piece of candy with his fingertips, looking a little at a loss, "What?"
"Master is getting old, and he is increasingly unable to manage the affairs of the temple," Xie Ci explained, "If I guess correctly, Master probably wants me to go back and take over his mantle."
"Then you... aren't coming back?" Jiuyi blinked helplessly, the syrup gradually melted between his fingers, sticky like his brain at the moment, "Then what should I do?"
Xie Ci clenched his hands under his wide sleeves, and he smiled slightly: "The environment in this mountain is very good, you can go to Wuji Mountain to find me when you have time...Of course, if you want to go back with me, I will come tomorrow Departure at Chen hour."
Jiuyi fell silent, holding the candy and not speaking.
"Fine, the icing is almost melting," Xie Ci stood up, and tapped his forehead, "I'll just go out by myself, the mountains are shaking, you have to guard this place, didn't you still Said that he is the leader of the monster clan on this mountain?"
Jiuyi then stood up, grabbed his sleeves as he did in Ganghuaxing, shook his head, "I'll accompany you out."
Seeing his insistence, he didn't say much thanks, and the two went down the mountain one after the other, without saying a word. When they walked out of the mountain forest, it was already night, the moon was as cold as water, and Jiuyi stood silently behind him.
"Go back, Ah Jiu." Xie Ci waved to him, then turned and walked into the brightly lit village.
Shemales have different paths.He remembered what he had warned another great demon many years ago, and shook his head with a smile.
He is just a passer-by in this world, and his life is only a few dozen years, but he just happens to be the object of a simple little monster's fledgling complex.
Regardless of whether Ah Jiu is the person in the missing piece of the puzzle, but Xie Ci knows that people who are too close to him will always die well. This is the case in every life, so why should we hope that there will be an exception this time?
He has more and more a strong premonition: Ah Jiu's downfall may be related to him.
Before entering the village, Xie Ci still couldn't help but glance back - that figure was still there.
In the early morning of the second day, Xie resigned and set off to return north, but Jiuyi did not show up, so he returned to Wuji Mountain alone.
Snow has accumulated on the mountain, and every night, the faint fragrance of the plum blossom forest outside the temple can be seen through the windows.
The aged Master Xueting did not survive this year, Xie Ci took over the mantle of Master and became the new abbot of Xuanbei Temple.
After eating New Year's Eve dinner with the monks in the temple on New Year's Eve, he warmed a pot of wine and took him to the Demon Suo Pagoda under the cliff.
Su Jiming was building a snowman outside the pagoda. He blatantly said that he wanted to carve a dragon, but he still couldn't make it after a whole day, so he thanked him for his help, and at least he managed to stand the shape of the "snow dragon".
"Little master, where's your little snake demon?" Su Zhen leaned on the couch, swinging the wine cup, with an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth.
Xie Ci took a sip of Kudingcha, put his palm on the cup to keep warm, and said with a smile: "He has his own creation."
Su Zhen raised her head and swallowed the wine, shook her head and sighed, "Little master, your heart is still so hard."
It was late at night when he returned to the mountain, and it was snowing again in the mountains. The stone lamp in front of the porch was covered with a thick layer of snow, and the candlelight flickered weakly.
Xie Ci brushed off the snow, poured some oil into the lamp, the fire was burning hot, and there was a warm feeling in front of him.
He got up and was about to go back to his room, but he saw a young man in green shirt with his legs crossed sitting on the window sill in the corridor.
"It's freezing in the north." The young man tilted his head and complained, his long black hair was covered with a thin layer of snowflakes.
Xie Ci walked over slowly and sat down beside him, putting down the oil pot in his hand.
"Yeah," he said with a smile, and helped Ah Jiu brush off the thin snow on his head, "It's like passing a new year, it's another new year."
Snow covered in front of the lamp, new plum blossoms by the window, lively firecrackers sounded from all over the temple, the wind and snow swept away the smoke and fallen flowers, leaving only the long and short ice edges under the corridor, ticking deep on the snow layer on the ground. Deep and shallow pits.
Xie Ci has been in this world for 60 years, and this is the first time he has experienced life, old age, sickness and death like an ordinary person after so many mission worlds, turning into an old monk with a snow-white beard.
His health has always been good, and he passed away smoothly in the end.As early as half a year before his death, he had felt something, and calmly handed over the affairs of the temple to the next abbot one by one, and chose a place for himself to be buried in the plum blossom forest on the mountain.
It was in the depths of the plum grove, a place that few people stepped on, under an old plum tree that was nearly a thousand years old.
"It's snowing, master," Su Jiming walked into the door and patted the falling snow on his body, squatting next to the charcoal basin to stir the charcoal fire to make it burn brighter, "Do you want to open the window to have a look?"
Su Zhen's child has the body of a half-demon. Although his actual age is 60 years old, he still looks like a young man in his early twenties.He was born with a pair of yin and yang eyes, and he still has half of the blood of the fox demon on his body. After he was five years old, he followed Xie Ci to learn the art of subduing demons and eliminating demons, and became his only lay disciple.
At this time, Xie Ci's five senses were getting weaker and weaker. He lay on the couch, turned his head and glanced at the closed window, thought for a while and said, "Open the window, is the plum grove outside the temple blooming?"
"It's open early." Su Jiming got up and opened the window. The snowflakes rolled up the plum blossoms and blew away the dull air in the room, which lifted people's spirits. "Master, can you smell the plum blossoms?"
Xie Ci couldn't smell it, but he still nodded and said with a smile: "I can smell it."
Jiuyi came in one night.Xie Ci was half-leaning on the head of the bed in a drowsy state, with a few oil lamps lit in the room, and he could only vaguely see large patches of color in front of his eyes, like an abstract painting.
It wasn't until a person came to the side of the bed and knelt down slowly that Xie Ci didn't know that he was coming.
"You're here." Xie Ci smiled with difficulty, he couldn't see the other person's appearance clearly, he could only feel the slight weight on his shoulders.
Jiuyi rested his forehead lightly on his clear shoulder, and asked softly, "Sikong, are you going to die?"
"Yeah," Xie Ci tremblingly raised his hand, wanting to touch him, "People are born, old, sick, and dying, and it's time for me too."
After experiencing a life of natural aging, now that it has come to an end naturally, his mood at this time is extremely peaceful.Just like the constant morning bell and evening drum of Xuanbei Temple, the never-melting snow on the top of Wuji Mountain, the ancient Buddhist scriptures in the Tibetan scripture building, the ever-burning lamp in the Daxiong Hall, and the thousand-year-old Demon Locking Tower standing under the cliff.
Jiuyi stretched out his hand and held the skinny and slightly cold hand with weak and shallow breath.
The moment the skin touched, Xie Ci suddenly froze.
The dying man suddenly began to pant rapidly and violently, and the old man grabbed the young man's hand firmly with all his strength.
Blood, heads, bones...
White hair, cinnabar, gradually disappearing dots of stars...
The city is full of fireworks, the eyes of the golden light...
What is this, these are—
"Sikong, what's wrong with you?" Jiuyi asked in a panic, trying in vain to relieve his stagnant blood and breathing with demon power.
It's...it's him...
"Live well, Rong Zheng."
"Rong Zheng." He called him softly, there seemed to be something flickering in his golden eyes.
"Thank...resignation."
……
"Next time we meet, don't forget about me... Ah Jiu."
He seemed to have had a long, long dream.
He struggled to wake up from the suffocation, and when he recalled the dream again, he found that he could not remember the content of the dream.
He felt lost.
Now he remembered.
Xie Ci grasped Jiuyi's hand desperately, his whole body hunched over, gasping for dying gasps, growling in despair in the interlaced images.
I remembered... Ah Jiu, I remembered!
Ah Jiu will live well until 2000 years later, and because he died without a whole body, and his soul is scattered, he will meet him again after time passes, they will recognize each other, and then separate...
separated again and again—
Muddy tears meandered down the wrinkles, Xie Ci's eyes widened in vain, but he couldn't see him clearly, he couldn't even see the last side of him clearly.
no, do not want.don't want!
"Sikong, don't cry," Jiuyi jumped up and hugged him helplessly, stroking his bony back over and over while trembling, "Old monk, don't, don't cry, okay? Please, please." is you……"
"Ah, Ah Jiu..." Xie Ci struggled to whisper with the last of his strength, his hoarse voice was about to dissipate in the air, "Remember, my next words..."
"Okay, I'm listening, I'm listening." Ah Jiu choked up and nodded.
"Don't go to Yunmengze..." Xie Ci closed his eyes, hot tears kept falling, "After 2000...if you meet a man named Rong Zheng...kill, kill him...you will die because of him And die...kill him...kill..."
"... old monk?"
The icy night wind brought fresh snow and a faint fragrance of plum, and the stone lamp under the porch was covered with a thin layer of silver snow.
It's almost dawn.
***
[Welcome back, thank you. 】
[I remember it all. 】
【I know. 】
[So, are you going to erase my memory again? 】
【... There is one last world left.All the answers are up to you to find, Overlord. 】
【Six · Snow Covered Light · End】
The author has something to say:
Hmm...don't hit me.
Xiao Xie was aggrieved with 30 words, the last world will definitely let him have a good time, otherwise how can he...
Originally, there were two extra episodes, about Su Zhen and Su Jiming, which can be regarded as a better connection with the third world, but I don’t think it’s necessary now, so I’ll just post the outline here, and everyone can take a look. :
Extra Story One (Su Zhen)
Su Zhen was injured the first time she escaped from the Demon Locking Tower and couldn't transform into a human form. She was saved by Prince Wen Renmin in the royal hunting ground, and she came to repay him after recovering.Those who come and go are together.
After Su Zhen was locked in the Demon Locking Tower again, Wen Renmin would go to Wuji Mountain once a year and put a bunch of candied haws outside the Demon Locking Tower.
Su Zhen kept the bamboo sticks after eating the candied haws with a magic method, and counted them every day. After counting to No. 30, the candied haws were gone six years later, so she knew that Wen Renmin had died.
Su Zhen decides to leave to find Wen Renmin's reincarnation.
Extra episode [-] (Su Jiming)
After the death of Xie Ci, Su Jiming, who became a demon master, left the Wuji Mountain to go down the mountain to practice. After wandering in the world for more than a hundred years, he met the witch Fei Qiong of the Sky Demon Clan.
The two became happy friends, and another 200 years later they gave birth to a son named Cang Wu.
*I don’t know if there are any little angels who remember that the Demon Lord Cangwu of the third world was suppressed under Wuji Mountain before he appeared on the stage.
Alright, the nonsensical episode is over, tomorrow will open the last world, the story of the university campus.It's about to end!mwah!
Seven: Overbearing male god falls in love with me
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O, the popular girl, loves to act like a spoiled child. She is afraid of insects and cold and wants
Chapter 498 1 days ago -
Mind Reading: Koi Cub brings script to save the whole family
Chapter 355 1 days ago -
Mirror World
Chapter 181 1 days ago -
Wow, I can form an NPC in a survival game
Chapter 90 1 days ago -
Supernatural live broadcast: I am a krypton gold boss in the wilderness survival game
Chapter 66 1 days ago -
Instance game: I signed a pact with the gods, and the gods accused me of cheating
Chapter 558 1 days ago