Old state

At this time, Yang Zigui was already waiting for him on Wuhui Mountain.

The bitter wind on the top of the mountain lingered over his thin body. It seemed that after knowing those cruel facts, he could no longer connect this place with the warm home he remembered.

He didn't even want to think about that memory again.

When he found out that the patriarch was missing, he was also in such despair, and even driven by this despair, he searched for him for many years.

But now, what should he do?

Yang Zigui looked at the whistling mountain wind in Wuhui Mountain, and at the rustling branches and leaves in the forest. Every plant and tree here was so familiar that it broke his heart.

Not just like his "memory", but also like the small building where he was locked up by the patriarch.

Perhaps at that time, the patriarch had already known about this matter.I also know that Yang Zigui must have difficulty accepting the truth, so he chose to lock him up.The small building outside the mountain left him a peaceful corner.

However, he was eventually pushed by fate, step by step to today.

He asked Zhou Shiyi to accommodate the five of Ye Qinghua. After all, Zhou Shiyi was the god of war, and it was easy to protect these people. However, the little monk Zihui whose position was a mystery had disappeared.Before leaving, I only left a word through Gu Ziyan's mouth, saying that he should wait here to return to the ruins.

In fact, he has already saved all the people he wanted to save, and the people he cares about already have their destinations, so he can leave now.

However, he couldn't help thinking about the little boy who was forced to face these turmoil.

Let's meet again, no matter what, that is the patriarch he cares most about, and the only bond between him and this world.

On the other side, Guixu is coming.

Although the lives of those five people were used as a threat, Guixu was still uneasy. He was not sure whether Yang Zigui would come, whether he would see him, whether he would wait for him... He was unwilling to force him, although he did. Such a round, but Yang Zigui can leave at any time.

He is like that little child back then, with a cold face and a cruel heart, he put all his last tenderness in the palm of others, waiting for him to crush it, or put it in his heart.

He can accept any result, Guixu thought in his heart when driving the clouds, he is a sinner, he is the incarnation of the last days, he is the dusk of the gods, no matter what the consequences are, he deserves to bear them, he can accept them .

However, it would be great if I could see my little master again.

And what made him even happier was that the desire he dared not ask for was right in front of his eyes.

The two stood facing each other, the cold wind bypassed the two trembling and longing bodies, and blew into the fiery and timid heart, as if to convey the most true thoughts in the heart to the other heart.

The whole mountain held its breath in anticipation for them.

Guixu blinked uneasily: "I already knew about that matter, sorry." He spoke slowly, as if every word and sentence contained extreme apology and reluctance and a deep chill in his heart.

Yang Zigui looked at him, just smiled and didn't answer this sentence.

In other words, what he wants to say now is not this.

He also thought about it and said: "I used to think that you had something to do with me, so I wanted to treat you well regardless of your wishes. You don't have to feel guilty about these things, and you don't have to have any other thoughts. To this day, you are my favorite in this world. Yes, the last..." Yang Zigui paused, as if he was thinking about how to describe it, after a long silence, he seemed to have finally found a suitable word: "fetter."

Bondage, seems to be the most beautiful word in the world, it is implicated, entangled, trapped, cannot break free, and cannot be forgotten. Having a bond represents an intimate and unique relationship, and even connects for the rest of your life.

Guixu only felt that his every word was thunderous, like the rare wind and thunder formation that he encountered years ago, which made him dizzy and numb.

He wanted to talk right now, wanted to talk about his feelings, wanted to say that the king's heart was like mine, and he opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything.

Yang Zigui looked at him with a gentle smile, and continued: "Everything has been turned into flying smoke for half my life, and I am just a lonely soul now," he said with a wry smile and shook his head: "No, I just count Yipo, I can't trace the past, you are the only bond, no matter what, I hope you will travel thousands of miles against the wind and look across the millennium."

"Be sure to take care."

He spoke the last four words very emphatically, revealing the decadence of a person in his twilight years.

Guixu was keenly aware that perhaps Yang Zigui's words were not to confess his feelings to him, but to do something dangerous, perhaps, life and death would never see each other again.

He eagerly stepped forward, trying to grab the person in front of him.If you want him to stay, stay, no matter what storms arise in the future, he will take care of them for him. He won't make any mistakes this time. Those people are all dead, aren't they?He can protect himself well, his sweetheart.

And his sweetheart knew nothing about the turmoil in his heart, Yang Zigui just smiled and looked at him longingly with a gentle smile in his eyes, staring at him with a look that has today but no tomorrow .

Goodbye.

Guixu pounced on him, caught nothing, and the figure of Yang Zigui slowly disappeared on Wuhui Mountain.

That is a formation.