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It seems that everything is like ink, silently bleed into the lake water.

Consciousness drifted along, unable to find a foothold.

He forgot who he was, and how many years he had wandered in this boundless darkness.

After an unknown amount of time, Fang Shiyi suddenly woke up.

He seemed to be sleeping in the gap between time and space. He was dragged out by someone many years ago, and the moment his heart was shattered by Xuan Mu, his soul quickly pulled out and returned to that gap.

Vaguely, he remembered many things.

Meng Mingchao was indeed the little golden dragon he had rescued on a whim. He had been raising a snake for several years, and the little golden dragon disappeared shortly after his parents died in battle.

When they met again, Meng Mingchao became one of the demon kings of the demon clan.

Had fights and entanglements, Meng Mingchao was obviously stronger than him at first, but he always kept three points and sent him back when he was exhausted.

When they became friends unknowingly, Fang Suyi still resisted.

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The Fang family has stood guard at the junction of the human and monster clans since ancient times, and they can be called sworn enemies. His parents also died because of the monster.

But when Meng Mingchao led him for a long time in the demon clan, he was a little shaken when he saw those weak monsters, friendly monsters, and demons who helped the human race.

Are the monster race really evil, heinous, bloodthirsty and terrifying?

It took him hundreds of years to shake his faith since he was a child. Finally, Meng Mingchao shook his hand and told him that he wanted the two races to reconcile.

Fang picked up the lost letter.

He and Meng Mingchao lobbied everywhere, but there were very few human races and monster races who were willing to listen to them.In the end, certain human races and monster races reached a certain consensus, pretended to agree to them, and then killed bloody rivers on the day of the negotiation.

It was also on that day that Fang Suyi's friend calculated for him that the Fang family was exhausted and would wipe out the whole family.

Fang Shiyi tried to reverse the destiny and lure away the family's weak luck, but failed in the end. He was almost knocked out of his wits by the thunder. Desperate to see him resurrected.

That was the first time.

Fang Shiyi squinted his eyes in the darkness and thought.

After he was resurrected, he went back to preside over the last human-monster war. He beheaded a few big monsters and died on the bloody battlefield. Hui Hui was really out of his wits, so he made an appointment with Meng Mingchao before going, and asked Meng Mingchao not to go.

However, he did not lose his soul after all, and was once again picked up and pieced together, and brought to his side to be warmed up.

That was the only time in his life when he felt safe.

At that time, his consciousness was already confused, and he only remembered that the man often held the jade that he was wearing, and said something to him with a smile. There was a fiery red pattern between his brows, and his eyes were golden.

Then one day, the man was seriously injured in a sneak attack and was almost dying.He turned into a child, his consciousness was confused in the wandering, and he gradually forgot who he was.

He fell into a deep sleep, until he was recalled by some ancient sacrificial forbidden technique, and lost contact with the child.

He opened his eyes and returned to the world.

Everything came to mind.

Fang Shiyi raised his hand blankly, looking at his own hand in the dark, he was called back again and again and should not exist.

It's useless to be rescued. It can't save Meng Mingchao, can't save the third junior brother, can't save the master, can't save Shanhaimen and countless human races.

Fang Shiyi felt sore in his heart, and the moment when Wen Xiuyue died of poison was still clearly engraved in front of his eyes.He put down his hand and murmured: "The so-called 'things are not more than three', if I am resurrected again, God will probably cry."

But he still has concerns.

Whether it's Shanhaimen or...Meng Mingchao.

Fang Shiyi didn't know how long he had been in a coma this trip, and he didn't know where he was. After struggling for a long time, he drifted far away in the darkness, and finally saw a ray of light.

He was overjoyed and rushed over.

His body suddenly became lighter, and his eyes became pitch black.Fang Shiyi thought that he could not escape the darkness, but when he lowered his head, he saw the familiar blue stone steps, it was night, without stars and moon.

It was the bluestone steps leading to the peak of sword practice. Meng Mingchao had carried him on his back many times when he was young.

When he died, the monster clan had already surrounded Shanhaimen. At this moment, he saw that there were two disciples of Shanhaimen guarding the mountain.

Fang Shiyi patted his forehead, wondering which illusion he had fallen into again, leaned forward and asked, "Two junior brothers, may I ask..."

Those two people were clearly facing him, but they didn't seem to hear his voice.

Fang Shiyi paused, and waved his hand in front of the two of them.

The two disciples still didn't see him, they walked straight through his body without noticing.

"..." Fang Shiyi said, "He's really dead."

But since he can still show up, his soul has not been shattered and destroyed, and it is impossible for a cultivator to fail to see his soul body.

what happened?

He was a little confused about the situation, so he ran around, and finally found two familiar disciples who were resting after sword practice, sat cross-legged among them, and listened to them with their chin resting.

"...just rest for a quarter of an hour." Left said.

"Half a quarter of an hour." Rubbing his hands on the right, his voice was low and hoarse, "The sect master passed away, and the elder brother died, and now everything is in chaos. Will come back again."

"Fortunately, there is Senior Brother Meng. If Senior Brother Meng hadn't come, Shanhaimen's thousands of years of foundation might have been completely destroyed..."

The face on the right changed: "Did you forget Senior Brother Meng...Meng Mingchao is also a monster? Who knows if he will bite back, that's how monsters are!"

"However, Senior Brother Meng has already done this for the Human Race, so why do you want to bite back?" The left retorts, "After all...for the Monster Race, isn't the Human Race vulnerable now? Without Senior Brother Meng, we Already lost."

The one on the right fell silent.

After being quiet for a long time, someone spoke again: "It's all because of Senior Brother."

"That's right," said the disciple with dim eyes, "Senior brother's spiritual body has been wiped out, and there is no movement in the summoning of souls. Today, senior brother Meng also stayed behind closed doors at Lanyue Peak for a whole day."

Wen Xiuyue has one team, four disciples, including him, a total of five people.

Now three of them died, one was revealed to be a monster by the son of the big monster, and the last one left was Xiao Minghe who was feared by everyone back then.

It's a pity that Xiao Minghe has been brooding for more than ten years, and has been competing with Fang Shiyi for more than ten years, and finally became the acting sect master logically, but it is completely different from what he imagined, his face is more gloomy and indifferent, and he is not happy at all.

After Fang Shiyi finished listening, he was silent for a moment, and drifted towards Lanyue Peak.

He found that all the barriers in Shanhaimen couldn't stop him anymore, probably he wasn't even a normal soul body now, having died so many times and being picked up so many times, God knows what he is now.

The only thing that was certain was that no one could see him now.

What about Meng Mingchao?

Fang Shiyi moved faster, and the familiar scenery of Lanyue Peak fell into his eyes. He rushed over and passed through the barrier outside the yard without any obstacles. Hua, Mingming and Dandan lay under the tree, secretly looking at the people standing by the pool.

It was really Meng Mingchao.

He's fine.

Fang Shiyi heaved a sigh of relief. When he passed by, a gust of wind happened to blow over the flower tree, and the petals fluttered down. Meng Mingchao seemed to feel it, and turned back and called: "Senior brother!"

Then his eyes dimmed again.

Fang Shiyi stood in front of him, watched helplessly as he raised his hand and put it down again, the corners of his mouth flattened a little bit, his heart was so astringent, he yelled Xiao Mingchao several times, but Meng Mingchao didn't hear him.

There was a soul-calling formation in the courtyard, and I don't know how many times Meng Mingchao had tried it before he woke up.

"Senior brother," Meng Mingchao looked through Fang Shiyi and landed on the house where they used to live, and said in a low voice, "I didn't catch up."

When he came, he saw Fang Shiyi's spirit body disintegrating and disappearing. He tried desperately to gather the scattered remnant soul back, but he only found nothing.

Fang Shiyi was trembling for breath, and forced a smile: "It's not your fault, it's all my brother's uselessness, he always wakes up late."

Meng Mingchao smiled suddenly: "I always feel that you are by my side, but you don't show up to see me. You are blaming me for being useless. Can you go back to Master if you can't be saved?"

Fang Shiyi said: "No."

"Don't worry, I've taken away Master's remnant soul and raised it for hundreds of years, and it will wake up one day."

Meng Mingchao said, his eyes turned red: "So can you come back again?"

Fang Shiyi stood with Meng Mingchao until late at night, and when Meng Mingchao said something, he would retort, even though Meng Mingchao could no longer hear him.

When the night was deepest, Meng Mingchao finally moved. He walked into Fang Suyi's room and opened the door.The oil lamp in the room was on, and he smiled slightly at the person beside the bed: "Brother, I've been waiting for a long time, I'm back."

"Fang Shiyi" beside the bed held a book, raised his head and said casually, "Little brother, where did you go? It's time to sleep."

Fang Shiyi's ups and downs since he woke up completely collapsed at this moment.

Looking up from the bedside, the one with the exact same face as him was clearly the one who resembled him that he had drawn to coax Meng Mingchao when he first went down the mountain.