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After a while, the elder, who was still panting, broke the silence, touched his neck, and coughed twice: "...you need me too?"

Fang Shiyi didn't answer, and frowned: "Xiao Mingchao, why are you here looking for the elder?"

"...Ask about the essence of green wood." Meng Mingchao blinked, "I don't worry about something that senior brother values ​​so much."

When did this kid learn such nonsense?

Fang Shiyi was amused and helpless, raised his chin: "Be careful not to grow tall if you stay up so late, go down, I will have a few words with the elder."

Meng Mingchao stared at him without blinking, his glass-like eyes clearly reflected his shadow, fell silent for a moment, nodded and went out.

But he didn't go back to the house, his eyes fell on a horizontal branch below, and he jumped on it, looking up at the indigo night sky.

He came up to ask the elder about his identity and Fang Shiyi.

The elder hesitated at first, but under the coercion, he still said: "You are a big man of the Yaozu." After a pause, he looked at Meng Mingchao, and said slowly, "Although your body has become a boy , but I have a deep impression on you, and I knew it was you at a glance."

The elders don't know who the big shot is.

He said that on a night of lightning and thunder 2000 years ago, Meng Mingchao came here suddenly, with a remnant soul, and asked the elders of the clan at that time to repair it with secret methods.

The warlock family has studied this area for thousands of years, and their skills are superb. At that time, occasionally some powerful people who knew the way would come to them.

The remnant soul was torn apart alive, but it was carefully protected so that it would not be scattered.The pain of physical torture is not the most terrible, it is the wounds imposed on the soul that teach people that they cannot survive or die.

But under this kind of extreme pain, the remnant soul, whose consciousness has long been unconscious, can still grit his teeth and scream without pain. He only gasps occasionally, opens his chaotic eyes, and utters an indistinct sound. Whispering: "...Obviously..."

The indifferent man in black would lean over at that time, afraid of blowing away the remnant soul, he didn't dare to breathe too hard, and hummed softly.

It took more than a year to repair this remnant soul.

There was chaos outside, and it was rumored that the Fang family was attacked by the demon clan, causing heavy casualties.The conflict between the human race and the monster race has become acute to the extreme, and the atmosphere is tense and tense, and it will break at any time, setting off a final battle.

And in the depths of this dark forest, the warlock clan still seems to be living in a paradise—this is the condition for repairing that person's remnant soul. Excuse me, and don't get drawn into that feud either.

After the remnant soul was repaired, Meng Mingchao used the found spiritual objects to carve out a body that fit him, made flesh and blood, and let him attach to it.It's just that he couldn't remember many things because his soul was hit hard.

Meng Mingchao was not in a hurry, he seemed to wish that he could not remember, and stayed with him in the warlock clan.

For a long time, both of them would sit on a branch of an old tree, quietly looking into the distance, but no one spoke.

The young elders at that time had no idea what they were looking at.

It took him a long time to understand that they were looking at Zhongzhou.

In the third month of the person's recovery, the person who was sitting on the horizontal branch as usual opened his mouth.The elder sat far away, but his hearing was tied to an ancient tree, so he could hear clearly.

The man said: "It's time to go after stealing for so long."

Meng Mingchao stood beside him, was silent for a while, and said, "They all thought you were dead."

"It's dead, but it's alive again. People, as long as they're alive, they can't escape, don't you think so?" The man laughed beautifully, "You may not understand, after all, you are a demon."

The moonlight slanted towards him coldly, and Meng Mingchao leaned down and stared into his eyes: "You have done too much, isn't it enough to bring down the catastrophe and almost lose your soul... You also know that you can't get it back, why bother... ..."

"Isn't this soulless?"

——The person who was probably Fang Shiyi turned his head and looked at him, "So I have to go back."

The atmosphere was stagnant for a long time, and the elder heard him say: "When I return to Yungu this time, I will probably never come back again. I was born here and grew up here. Even if I die there, I will die well. Even if you are blind, you have to work hard." Saved me, sorry."

"You know I'm always pushy, so promise me one more thing?"

"..."

The elder didn't hear the rest of the words. He saw Meng Mingchao lowered his head and lightly kissed him on the lips. His eyes seemed to be very painful and calm.It seems that watching the people he desperately rescued go to die again, without much fluctuation.

Meng Mingchao said, "I promise you."

After a few days, the two of them left here together.

Cang Lin hardly had any contact with the outside world, the elders took a lot of effort to know the identity of that person, and also heard that he was buried in Yungu.

This time, he was really out of his wits.

He never saw Meng Mingchao again.

Thousands of years later, they came again.

And the human race and the monster race started a sharp confrontation again.

It seems that everything is repeating itself.

Meng Ming turned his head to look at the empty branches beside him, his eyes were gloomy.

Not to mention who this so-called "big man" is, what he promised back then, and why he has accumulated old wounds, turned into a child, and wandered around for an unknown number of years... Why, the so-called Fang Mantang, who was out of his wits, turned out to be... Reincarnated as Fang Shiyi?

He remembered that when he saw the bone in the Fang family's ancestral house, when he summoned the spirit, he called Fang Shiyi.

The bone responded.

Meng Mingchao thought it was because Fang Shiyi was the reincarnation of Fang Mantang. He was too shocked at the time, and seeing the scene of the bones turning into ashes again, great sadness and pain flooded his mind, and he didn't have time to think about it.But looking back now, thousands of years have passed, even if the soul used to be the same, but with different identities, he summoned Fang Suyi, and Fang Mantang should not have answered.

Unless they are nothing before and after.

The two of them are one person!

Although he couldn't figure out the reason for the time being, Meng Mingchao had an intuition that Fang Shiyi couldn't let Fang Shiyi know about it.

Fang Shiyi is a very emotional person, he can vaguely guess that this matter may have something to do with Shanhaimen, maybe it has something to do with his father who died tragically long ago, let Fang Shiyi know... how sad he should be.

No matter who it is, he will block any conspiracy, as long as Fang Shiyi is happy.

Fang Shiyi stayed in the elder's house for a long time, drinking tea while sitting under the moonlit window, without prying out a single word.

Maybe it was pried out, but the two of them talked about it—the elder didn't know which muscle was wrong, and suddenly he couldn't speak the common language of Zhongzhou. Fang Shiyi asked him what he and Meng Mingchao talked about. Nine out of ten words in a sentence are warlocks, and the remaining word is either "的" or "了".

Saying it is the same as not saying it.

As the night was getting darker, the elder, who had been chattering for a long time, took a sip of tea, pointed to the door, and signaled to Fang Shiyi that it was time to leave.

Fang Shiyi smiled: "Are you always kidding me?"

Following Meng Mingchao's example, the elder opened his innocent eyes wide and pretended not to understand.

Fang Shiyi leaned back lazily, Meng Mingchao's coquettishness was enough, he didn't care about the old man's coquettishness in front of him: "Did my junior brother ask you not to tell me these things?"

Not please.

It was choking his neck like crazy.

The tea in the elder's mouth was not yet bitter in his heart, and he smiled to respond to all changes without change.

Fang Shiyi felt bored.

Isn't it the first time Meng Mingchao and this elder met? Why can't we talk so much?I just asked about getting the essence of emerald wood before, but what did you say here again?

Still leaning so close, kiss me mine.

Take a closer look, you can see that although the elder's face is messed up, it is still pretty.

not……

Fang Shiyi hissed, quickly shook his head, collected himself, and asked, "Then let me ask one last thing."

The elder looked at him and snorted.

Fang Shiyi smiled kindly: "Do you know Fang Mantang?"

The elder held back for a long time, and squeezed out Jingui's two words: "Know."

"Has he been here?"

"came."

"and then?"

The elder looked at him as if he was ill: "Let's go again."

Fang Shiyi clicked his tongue: "What is he doing here?"

The elder felt as if his neck was still being pinched by Meng Mingchao, glanced at him, recalled the scene of the two kissing under the moonlight, and said in a neutral way: "Elope with my little lover for a tryst."

Fang Suyi: "..."

The ancestors were quite romantic.

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