It's better to fall in love

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What happened later, Jing Ling didn't remember very clearly.There will always be a moment of blurring in the memory after great joy and sorrow.After the death of Shangshen, he was devastated, and only revenge was the only thought in his heart. In the first period of time, the desire for revenge supported him to move forward. He frantically dug out Shangshen's collection of books on Kunlun Mountains, and studied various forbidden techniques. , until he saw the Phaseless Umbrella.

All appearances in the world are false; if you see all appearances without appearances, you will see the Tathagata.

It is recorded in the book that the Wuxiang Umbrella specializes in collecting illusory things in the world and refining the ethereal souls.The Witch Clan has long established a contract with the God of War Xing Tian, ​​giving up their own lives in exchange for infinite combat power, so the entire Witch Clan is an invisible, bodyless, immortal soul, and the Phaseless Umbrella can be said to be the nemesis of the Witch Clan.

And such a thing, he happened to have.Ling took out a scarlet bead from her sleeve pocket. This bead was neither gold nor jade, and its whole body exuded a bloodthirsty cold light. It was exactly the same as the Wuxiang Umbrella painted in the book collection.

When he met his mother that day in the forbidden area of ​​the underground witch clan, after he took the short knife from his mother's hand, he found something extra in her hand.He didn't know what it was at the time, but now that he thought about it, his mother might have expected that he would not be able to attack God in the end, or she knew that something bad would happen to her, so she left this sacred artifact to him in advance.The heavens can learn from the heart of a loving mother. Is there any mother in this world who would be cruel enough to force her child into a situation where there is no way out?

Luo Fu's blood curse only sealed the Wu people, but it didn't take effect on him.With the Wuxiang Umbrella, he broke into the wilderness, met gods and killed gods, met ghosts and expelled ghosts, and killed all directions with one stroke, and finally collected the souls of the Witch King and Ying Ying in the Wuxiang Umbrella.Although they will not die, the pain of their souls being burned by the fire of the red lotus forever makes Ling feel more satisfied than killing them directly.

Revenge was originally a strong belief that supported his survival. Once the great revenge was avenged, all the pillars disappeared, and he spent many years in a daze on Kunlun Mountain.Finally, it was Lu Wu who had returned from his travels in the world who woke him up from Qianqiu's dream.

Lu Wu was pinched by the God himself, and has been accompanying Luofu all this time, in charge of the capital under the emperor, the Nine Divisions of Heaven, and he is very familiar with the God.It told Ling that God had used a blood curse to seal his two souls and six souls, so that the witch clan would be sealed in the wilderness forever, while the other soul turned into aura and scattered in the queen's land. If you can find this soul from all things, God may be able to reincarnate and be reborn as a human being.

After that, he spent thousands of years collecting Luo Fu's soul bit by bit from the heaven and the earth with the Wuxiang Umbrella, and then protected the soul with his own heart and blood, and sent it to the underworld for reincarnation.

For thousands of years, in order to find Luo Fu's soul, he left Kunlun and kept changing identities with Lu Wu, hiding in the world. From the Song Dynasty in the world to the end of the Qing Dynasty, he collected his soul and searched for hundreds of years. Only then did I learn that Shang Shen was reincarnated in Xincheng.

Jing Ling looked at the baby-faced boy who was still deeply asleep.

This is the person he has been looking for and waiting for thousands of years. Originally, he just wanted to protect him from a distance, but from the moment he was designed to meet A Luo, he knew that their fate would inevitably become entangled. Intertwined.His heart was mixed with joy and sorrow, he really wanted to make up for the guilt and debt of the millennium at once, but now this god was once again implicated by him, and was once again involved in those sinister and dirty ghost tricks.

He Wanluo's index finger moved, the slender eyelashes fluttered a few times, and the upper eyelids that had been drooping for many days finally opened slowly.His eyes were a little confused, his big eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, as if he had thought for a long time, and then turned his head to look at Jing Ling in bewilderment.

"Allo!"

"Little...Ling." Probably because he had been in a coma for a long time and didn't speak, something seemed to be stuck in his throat, and He Wanluo felt that he was making a hoarse voice that didn't belong to him.

Jing Ling, who was about to hug He Wanluo into her arms, froze suddenly when she heard this subconscious address.This is what God called him, he remembered.Facing He Wanluo, he could be Jing Ling who was as tender as water and made no secret of his love, but facing God Luo Fu, he didn't dare to make a mistake, and forcibly retracted his half-stretched hand.

He Wanluo just came out of the thousand-year-old memories, and she was still a little confused, and didn't notice Jing Ling's series of small movements for a while.He just felt as if he had watched a super long movie. Those memories seemed to be his own, but it didn't look like he could make them.

Even though he was so powerful in his previous life, why is he such a waste in this life?

And Brother Jing...

Having just learned so much about the past, he suddenly doesn't know what identity he should use to face Jing Ling. Is he He Wanluo or Luo Fu?

Jing Ling looked at He Wanluo, who was deep in thought, and felt that the back of the Goddess on Kunlun Mountain who seemed to have no seriousness but had righteousness in his heart overlapped indistinctly with the big boy in front of him.For so many years, he hadn't been looking forward to seeing God again, why at this moment He Wanluo remembered all of this, but he felt a sense of loss in his heart.

As a result, neither of them spoke for a long time.

Obviously He Wanluo woke up, but the atmosphere in the whole room was even quieter than when he fell asleep.Both of them were trying to adjust to each other's new identities, but in the end He Wanluo couldn't help it, poked Jing Ling with her index finger, and shouted, "Hey, Brother Jing, are you going to ignore me? "

His opening made Jing Ling regain the sense of reality that the person in front of him is He Wanluo, but the soul in his body and the memory in his mind are still Luo Fu's. Jing Ling was awkward and didn't know how to answer this question. Silent.

"Brother Jing, I really, really miss you." He Wanluo's voice was so gentle that it almost dripped, and finally he truly embraced the flesh and blood Jing Ling in front of him into his arms.After staying in a trance dream for a long time, the body that feels cold no matter the four seasons finally brought him back to reality, and the faint fragrance of sea salt gradually calmed down his turbulent thoughts.

Although he had only been in a coma for a few days, tens of thousands of years had passed in his sleep, and he had gone through life and death. This sleep seemed like an eternity, and he met and separated from Jing Ling again and again. At this moment, he felt that it was good to see Jing Ling. Why continue to struggle with your own identity?Neither Luo Fu nor He Wanluo could change his desire to hold Jing Ling tightly at this moment.

"Me too." Lingering thoughts welled up in her heart together, Jing Ling finally stretched out her hand, and embraced He Wanluo, soft words like Lin Laiquan's rhyme rang in He Wanluo's ears.

"Brother Jing, look at me." He Wanluo held Jing Ling's shoulders and forced him to look directly at himself, "I am not the Lord Luo Fu of the world, I will always be your Al Luo. The dead are like this, you don't have to You have been tormenting yourself with the memories of the past, Luo Fu's death was not your fault, and he would definitely not want to see you like this."

Hearing these words, Jing Ling was as if enlightened.

The onlookers know that he has been deeply stuck in the memory of thousands of years and cannot get rid of it. Subconsciously, he has always blamed Luo Fu's death on himself, but he has forgotten that the God of Luo Fu is the god of the world. People risk their lives.The dead are like this, the figure of the peerless God has already disappeared from the human world for thousands of years, and now it is He Wanluo who is by his side, who will never leave him, life and death.God is to him, he is also a teacher and a friend, but He Wanluo is the love of his heart.

It's time to wake up from a dream that has been intoxicated for thousands of years.

"Alo, thank you."

"Huh? Brother Jing, you don't need to thank me, I'm just telling the truth, but..." He Wanluo suddenly showed a silly smile on his face, "Brother Jing, who was arrogant and charming 1000 years ago, is indeed cuter, next time we drink together Brother Jing, you and Luo Fu have had a drink twice, and I have never had a drink with you."

"..."

Jing Ling was originally full of emotions, with thousands of emotions intertwined in her heart, which was a special feeling, but the feeling of depression in her heart suddenly improved a lot after being interrupted by He Wanluo.This guy is not really stupid, he has love in his heart just like Luo Fu, and there is always an exquisite heart that can see everything hidden under his bluffing appearance.

He watched Luo Fu disappear into the mortal world helplessly, but as time passed, he brought A Luo to him again. For a moment, Jing Ling's heart was filled with some kind of emotion that he hadn't experienced for a long time but was very familiar with. Perhaps God had expected it when he passed away, that's why he said "goodbye" at the end.Thousands of years later, they really met again.

"Where are we now?" It seemed that Jing Ling's thousand-year-old heart knot had finally been untied, and He Wanluo also breathed a sigh of relief, before he began to care about where he was.

He remembered that he was probably ingested with his soul before he fell into a coma, but where he is now is also very different from the warm homestay before he fell into a coma.This was at best a dilapidated dilapidated house, many of the beams had been eaten away by moths, and there were cobwebs hanging everywhere, and the whole room was clean only on the bed he slept on.

"It's blindfolding."

He Wanluo followed Jing Ling to the dilapidated window sill, only to find out that outside the window there was still a village full of cooking smoke. There were lonely graves and mounds along the small river, and each grave was lit with green will-o'-the-wisps in the night. Groups of will-o'-the-wisps flickered up and down in the weedy and uninhabited path, which was eerie and terrifying.

"Are these all traps set by Qin Tian? What should I call him now?"

"He is Rong Di of the Witch Clan, the adopted son of the Witch King."

"Sure enough, it's the Witch Clan. We must find him as soon as possible."

He Wanluo recalled the tragic scene in his memory of the beetle devouring the world, and his eyes dimmed.He is not a god with a heart for the common people, but he cannot allow the homeland he lives on to be destroyed by alien races. Besides, he is now...

He Wanluo looked down at his hands, his naturally drooping hands tightened slightly, and a will-o'-the-wisp on the grave outside the window suddenly went out.

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