[Journey to the West] Those things about me and Master

Have you seen your shadow?

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Stalking is unremarkable, isn't it?

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In fact, you know, they are the most humble existence.

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Because they have no name, no voice, no appearance, no story, and no life.

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But have you ever thought about what would happen if the shadows of the world were taken away?

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All the darkness will come rushing up and overwhelm you like a tidal wave.

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like this.

"Snapped--"

Swearing Bukong snapped his fingers, the already foggy sky darkened again, looking like the eyeballs of a blind person.

Sun Wukong was pressed under him, and the surrounding scenery, which was originally considered fresh and tender, was gradually swallowed up by the darkness, leaving no trace of white space.

Huiming is like a monster that hides its figure, it opens its teeth and claws, making people's heartstrings tense.

"Let go of my father!"

Monkey King was not used to being suppressed like this, he struggled with his hands and feet, his eyes widened, and he yelled in a low voice.

But Xie Bukong went one step further and pressed his forehead against the man's forehead, trembling and caressing, in order to convey a little heat and a half-cool mood.

"Stay, stay with me."

Sun Wukong pursed his lips, his expression froze, "You know...it's impossible."

He still has unfinished business to do, and he still has someone...waiting.

"Why is it impossible?"

Swearing not to be empty, the fierce red eyes in the dark are like phosphorous fires in the underworld, burning everything in the sea of ​​flowers on the other side.

"You know you can't escape, Sun Wukong. I have set up an enchantment in Wutianjie, not to mention you still have a soul-locking nail in your body..."

He gritted his teeth, "I won't allow you to go anywhere except by my side."

"Where am I going, I don't need your permission."

Sun Wukong lowered his voice, but saw the man's complexion tense, his fists clenched tightly, sparks collided in his eyes during the confrontation, as if his mood was surging.Seeing that he swore that Bukong stretched out his fist towards him, he originally thought that the two of them would have a big fight and end it, but unexpectedly, when the hand stretched out in front of him, it stopped for some reason, and relaxed little by little in silence .

Just before he could react, there was a cool touch covering his brows and eyes, covering all the peripheral vision.

"If you don't admit defeat, neither will I."

Sun Wukong was blindfolded because he was startled. He was about to brush that annoying hand away from his eyes, but during the movement, a low and muffled voice sounded beside his ears.

"You know I won't hurt you. Just wait a little longer..."

Wait?What are you waiting for?

Sun Wukong didn't know what kind of tricks Yan Bukong was playing, he frowned, only felt his chest swelled up, it was an indistinct gloomy mood.

"Count to sixty. After counting to sixty, I let go of my hand."

"What the hell do you want to do?"

Sun Wukong was suppressed on the grass at this time, surrounded by gloomy and dark colors, and his eyes were covered, and his figure was covered. Every time he wanted to resist, it was as if he had seen through all the thoughts in his heart. , always one step ahead of him and restrained his movements, which is really irritating.

"one two Three……"

Xie Bukong didn't answer him, but just counted quietly, without any ups and downs in his voice.

In the boundless expanse, a suspended green island was shrouded in darkness. No one saw the two people who were closest to each other on the level lawn.

And in the sky, a round of transfigured clear moon coldly shone on this chaotic world, its halo was as cold as frost, and the thousands of stars shrouded in clouds and mist almost turned into ice balls and turned gray hair.

"Forty, 41, 42..."

Swearing Bukong counted monotonously and stubbornly, as if some secret ritual was going on, with a serious expression, never missing a single number.

Sun Wukong took a few deep breaths, calmed down, and planned to wait for the opportunity to slowly find the flaw.

"58."

Oath Bukong's voice suddenly dropped, and the other hand that had been suppressing Monkey King also let go.

"59."

Sun Wukong blinked, and his slender eyelashes flashed across the palm of the man.

"..." The last sound came, as if it was a wordless game.

"sixty"

At the moment when Xie Bukong let go of the hand covering the man's eyes, Monkey King took the opportunity to jump up and strangle Xie Bukong's neck. In the end, it was a slow step.

In the hazy gloom, everything you look up seems to be covered with a layer of haze.But in this dim darkness, Monkey King caught a glimmer of light from the corner of his eye, and completely froze in place in a daze.

Even the hand holding his neck trembled slightly, as if he had been hit.

Swearing Bukong half-smiled, and raised his right hand with a smile, a little bit of green light leaked out from the clenched fingers.It's as if he didn't care about the hand strangling his neck at all, or maybe he knew that the man couldn't do real harm.

"Sixty is over. This thing...is for you."

He said in a low voice, and slowly let go of his fists, his eyes like ink were shining with brilliance, like obsidian gems.

And what lies in the palm of his hand is exactly a flickering star, glowing with introverted but bright light, flowing with lingering and wordless warmth.

The stars and the moon are an illusory illusion that he swore to smear on the empty sky. He can hang them or take them off.He didn't know how Sun Wukong would be willing to stay, so he could only try his best to please that person in all clumsy ways, or force him to stay and imprison him by any means.

At this time, Monkey King's hands were neither loose nor tight, and his figure just stopped in place.

He looked at the star that he swore to hand in front of him, and he pursed his lips for a moment with a complicated expression, "Why did you give me this?"

"I heard people in the world say that a star is a heart. This star is given to you and entrusted to you for safekeeping to prove my sincerity."

"I do not need."

But Yan Bukong just looked at him quietly like that, without any ups and downs on his face, as if he had expected it in the ordinary way.

"You're going to need it."

He didn't allow Sun Wukong to refuse, and stuffed the slightly pulsating star into Monkey King's hand, his eyes fixed on the man, "You don't want this world, and you don't want anything else, this is the last thing I can give you." Things. Keep it well, and if the mist obscures the starlight one day... then take it out and have a look."

The night is endless, and the darkness is endless.

Life is alive, so it is.

There are too many things that cover the starlight overhead.

Yan Bukong didn't know whether his move was right or wrong, but he thought.