Of course, the choice is to enchant

Wuming only woke up for a while, and then was dragged back to the endless resentment and painful memories.

Even if he didn't lose consciousness, knowing that these pains were just memories, Wuming still couldn't shake off the influence of this memory.

So much so that when Wuming was tortured to the point of dying, and even his consciousness began to faint, there was a relieved smile on the corner of his mouth.

He didn't know if sleeping at this time would make the original dragon worse, but he could still become nameless to prove that the dragon would not die in this torture.

That being the case, this memory might as well not be remembered.

Just before losing consciousness, Wuming heard a childish dragon chant.

Wuming guessed the source of the dragon's chant in an instant.

Before he and Si Yao separated, in order for Si Yao to find out that he took advantage of the other party's retreat, his words didn't count.

It was agreed to wait for Si Yao to leave the customs before making a decision, but he had already sneaked to the Raven Battlefield, so don't be so angry, and deliberately mixed all the treasured Ni Lin with the pile of natural materials and earth treasures left for Si Yao.

Since he was locked in the Longshan Formation, tormented by both his own resentment and the formation, and almost lost his mind, only things closely related to him could awaken his mind.

In a trance, Wuming felt as if he had tried his best to respond to the dragon chant.

With two dragon chants, the dragon who was about to completely lose consciousness regained a brief sobriety.

He abandoned the dragon body without hesitation, and escaped through the flaws in the formation as the dragon soul dissipated.

After the dragon soul warrior broke his wrist and escaped from Longshan, he did not run around like a headless chicken, but headed in a certain direction with a clear purpose.

Wuming can not only read the original memory, but also feel the original emotion and thought.

The direction of Long's escape was not to find Si Yao, the only one he could trust at this time, but to find the new body he had prepared long ago.

At this time, Wuming didn't care to be surprised why Long would prepare his body.

Could it be that he had expected this day long ago, or had he been reminded by Dragon Ball.

In order not to miss other details in the memory, Wuming can only concentrate on experiencing the feelings of each moment.

Sure enough, Wuming discovered the details that he hadn't noticed at the beginning. Wuming felt the small beads falling on the dragon soul's tail.

Presumably it was the dragon ball that was eaten by the dragon. I predicted something or was simply afraid that it was also sacrificed to Longshan, so I chose to leave with the dragon.

However, Long finally failed to escape from the scope of Longyin Battlefield, and he was discovered by the crystal man at the broken boundary membrane.

Dragons in their heyday were naturally not afraid of crystal people, no matter how many crystal people there were, it was just a little troublesome for dragons.

But at this time, the dragon was at the most embarrassing and weakest moment of Longsheng, and the crystal man in the center of the Longyin battlefield was regarded as the fat that could strengthen himself.

The dragon soul was pressed by the crystal man step by step, and finally forced out along the broken part of the boundary membrane.

However, Crystal Man, who tried his best to use all his IQ, failed to enjoy the fruits of victory. After Dragon Soul left Canglan, the dragon ball hanging on his tail suddenly shined brilliantly.

When the crystal people came back to their senses, the dragon soul was gone.

At the same time, in another world, an abandoned dead baby suddenly breathed again.

Wuming looked back on his life in another world with complicated emotions.

That world really existed, not the illusion brought to him by Dragon Ball.

Even the online game 'Cang Lan' is real.

Because after the dragon ball brought the dragon soul to that world, all the aura that had been accumulated for many years was exhausted, and the dragon soul was lost.

Although he has not officially recognized the master, Dragon Ball was eaten by the dragon when his consciousness was not yet fully realized, which means that he has not been separated from the dragon since he was born.

After Longzhu found out that the dragon was lost, he didn't think about freedom at all, he just wanted to find the dragon quickly.

Theoretically speaking, the role of Dragon Ball needs to be triggered by the right time, place, and people, but such a creation as an innate artifact will always get some favoritism at certain special nodes.

It just so happened that because of the eagerness to find the dragon, Dragon Ball had an unprecedented strong consciousness, so Dragon Ball successfully predicted the future.

It's just that Dragon Ball has not been recognized by Tianjie after all, and is still severely malnourished.

So something went wrong in the predicted future. Not only did it fail to predict the dragon that Dragon Ball was looking for, but it predicted Cang Lan, and the predicted picture was released to the buyer of Dragon Ball at the time.

Longzhu's life is much happier than Wuming who grew up in an orphanage.

Not long after it fell into this world, it was picked up as a treasure, and then it was used as a collectible for several times. Everyone who temporarily owns Dragon Ball cherishes Dragon Ball in every possible way.

However, if Longzhu chooses for himself, Longzhu still prefers someone who is willing to put him and the aura jade together.

Although there is almost no aura in those jade stones, it is better than nothing.

The 'Canglan' game Wuming saw in that world.

It is to sleep and dream at night, and it is always founded by the person who repeatedly puts the prediction screen of Dragon Ball.

That person has money and leisure, and just missed the family business and needs to start his own business, so he thought of turning the story in his dream into an online game.

After a day and night, the young man in red who was lying on the ground finally opened his eyes, staring blankly at the blue sky and white clouds above his head.

After a long time, Wuming completely digested the memory, stretched out his hand to touch the worried dragon ball rolling around his face, and turned over.

The feeling of reliving old memories is amazing.

There were too many things I recalled last time, and it was too far away from now, so Wuming didn't feel too big.

This time the memory is more recent, not to mention that the memory of another world still has an impression in Wuming's mind, and now he recalls it again, and there are subtle or completely different deviations, which are very strange to Wuming.

Feeling the state of the body, after Wuming absorbed the dragon's grievance on the top of the mountain and retrieved more memories, his cultivation base has stabilized at the high level of Jinxian.

"It's a pity..." Wuming looked at the sacrificial formation that was facing him and sighed.

Although it has only been a few days since he became a Golden Immortal, this speed can already be called appalling.

But Wuming was still not satisfied.

If it weren't for the huge aura needed for this body to transform into a dragon, he should have been able to be promoted to the Dragon Lord by now.

It's useless to think too much, and Wuming is not a character who will be trapped by hopeless things.

Hao Sheng appeases the Dragon Ball, and after signing a series of land cession and indemnity treaties, Wuming uses the Dragon Ball to completely disappear the dragon, and the sacrificial formation, which is getting dimmer and dimmer, is smashed to pieces.

Then I went down the mountain without looking back.

After so many years, Longshan is no longer the Longshan in his memory.

In other words, as early as many years ago, Longshan became the source of nameless painful memories.

There were no happy memories in the first place, and since this is the case, there is nothing to linger on.

Back at the residence, Wuming saw Si Yao who was staring at the Pojun Fan on the roof of the cave.

The light of dusk shone on Si Yao's black robe, making people feel lonely and lonely for no reason.

Wuming frowned, he didn't like being alone, and he also hated seeing this kind of atmosphere in Si Yao.

But Wuming didn't know how to break Si Yao's loneliness.

Because he suddenly realized that perhaps Si Yao was such a lonely person in the first place.

He hated being alone, but what about Si Yao?

Back in the chaotic place, what Si Yao was most used to was loneliness.

To be honest, until now, Wuming still couldn't understand Si Yao's views on that period of life in the chaotic land.

Two people, one looking at the fan on the roof, or looking at someone through the fan, and the other looking intently at the person watching the fan.

It seemed to be a silent painting, and no one made a sound.

After a long time, Si Yao turned his head to look at Wuming, a trance flashed in his eyes, but he didn't take the initiative to speak.

Wuming unceremoniously sat beside Si Yao, tilted his head and asked the person whose eyes were always on him, "What's wrong with me? Why are you looking at me like this."

Speaking of Wuming, he moved towards Si Yao's direction generously, almost going to stick with Si Yao.

Si Yao lowered his eyes and pinned the folding fan at the familiar position on his waist, and looked up at the sunset with only a little edge left.

He didn't want to say anything at first, but he couldn't resist Wuming's gaze, and finally told the truth, "I thought you left without saying goodbye."

Before discovering that Wuming had come back, Si Yao had been thinking about whether to bring Wuming back.

Reason told Si Yao that it was completely unnecessary.

He gets along with Wuming quite happily, why should he force Wuming to do something he doesn't want.

Even if Wuming insisted on looking back at Immortal City, it was Wuming's own choice.

Unfortunately, this rational idea does not hold water.

He heard the words of the dragon over and over again.

Long told him, 'Whatever you want, what you like, you have to work hard for it. '

So Si Yao struggled on the roof for two days, constantly questioning himself.

Does he want Wuming to be by his side?

miss you

Does he like nameless?

do not know

If Wuming is unwilling, will he force Wuming to stay by his side?

do not know

Si Yao got stuck on two of the three questions, until he suddenly found out that Wuming hadn't got an answer when he came back.

"Why would I leave? What are you thinking." Wuming shook his head and sighed regretfully.

He was very clever when he was a child, and he doesn't look stupid now.

Why is it... oh...

Following Wuming's words, Si Yao's cold eyebrows softened instantly.

He abnormally wanted to confirm with Wuming, was he sure that he would not leave?

He also intuited that it might not be appropriate for him to ask Wuming such a question at this time.

So Si Yao's eyebrows that had just been stretched were frowned again.

It's a pity that Si Yao never thought about why he, a ruthless demon who never cared what the people around him thought, cared so much about unknown thoughts.

Wuming, who was waiting for Si Yao's response after speaking, waited for a long while, but did not wait for half a word.

Even if he worked hard to study the novel and taught himself thousands of routines, what would he do if Si Yao didn't accept the trick?

Just when Wuming had given up and was about to see off the guests, Si Yao suddenly said, "You..."

Wuming's eyes lit up, and he looked at Si Yao burningly.

I want to ask Wuming if he will leave Longyin Battlefield tomorrow, if there is anything else to deal with. ’ Si Yao paused, looking into Wuming’s eyes, and said in a strange way, “Have you practiced pupil technique?”

Wuming was stunned, never expecting Si Yao to ask, "What?"

"It must be the pupil technique you have inherited from your memory." Si Yao said in a very firm tone, "I have never seen better-looking eyes, and many people who have practiced pupil technique for thousands of years have eyes that are not as agile as yours." .”

Wuming stared at Si Yao's serious side face without a word, and felt as if the seasoning rack had been knocked over in his heart. All kinds of tastes gathered in it, and finally all turned into, "Thank you?"

Si Yao said sincerely, "I'm telling the truth, you don't need to thank me."

So Wuming changed two words, "hehe"