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The white clothes covered with dust fell straight down from the city tower, like a flower that was brilliant and then withered, no longer alive.

The sea of ​​fire burned away the splendor of Jincheng, and it wasn't until the next day that the sky seemed to be blind, and there was a downpour of rain, which extinguished the fire in the city.

One day and one night, Jincheng was already a dead city.

It was another night, the sky was full of ink, and even the stars were gone, until a meteor-shaped object passed through it.

The thing glowed with a faint blue light, flying all the way from the sky, and finally landed above Jincheng.

From that point, the bluish-white light gradually filled the entire city of Jincheng. It used a gentle light light to restrain the bones in advance for time.

In the end, the light slowly descended and stopped in front of Jun Naiyun.

At the same time, Jun Naiyun also slowly got up from the ground, but he was obviously not a living person anymore.

Half of his face was covered in blood, and his eyes had no light, like a dummy.

The blue-white light finally turned into a lamp, and Jun Naiyun raised the lamp in his hand, and took a trembling step forward:

"The sky is dry and the things are dry."

The air smelled of burnt stones and vegetation.

"Be careful...fire candles."

From that day on, there was no more daylight in Jincheng.

Jun Naiyun's remnant soul just wandered around Jincheng day after day.

Until one day, two men in black robes came to the city.

Among them, the female voice was charming, looking at the surrounding scene, said:

"We followed the spirit of Yinglong all the way, the breath is cut off here, it should be hidden here."

As soon as she finished speaking, a stiff figure appeared around the corner.

"Who?!"

The woman paused, and then realized that it was just a remnant soul left by a mortal.

She moved her eyes down again, and fixed on the lamp in the man's hand.

The wick swayed, and the bluish-white light circulated, exuding a powerful aura that was incompatible with this place.

Xiang Liu looked at the other person, convinced:

"Brother, Yinglong Divine Soul."

The man in black listened and nodded.

Xiang Liu then used her spiritual power to drag Jun Naiyun in front of her, and reached out to touch the wick of the blue lamp, but just as she touched the light, she was scalded by the breath outside her soul, screaming and took two steps back .

Seeing this, Jiuying raised his hand to test with spiritual power, and then snorted coldly:

"Old man Yinglong is shrewd. He knows how to choose a carrier that can protect him after he dies."

"So what? It's just a mortal remnant soul, just crush it!"

After finishing speaking, Xiang Liu flexed his fingers and clawed towards Jun Naiyun's neck, but as expected, he was bounced away by some unknown force.

Jiuying stopped her from trying again:

"If my guess is correct, this person is a descendant of the Jun family in Jincheng. The Jun family once signed a blood contract with the demon king. All the monsters in the world must not harm the Jun family."

"Is there such a thing? Demon King, you are only causing trouble to others. I will kill him some other day!" Xiang Liu gritted his teeth, thought for a while, and said again:

"The monster can't touch him. That's not easy. Go out and catch someone casually, and ask him to take out his soul?"

This seemed to be a solution, but later Xiangliu got various people to try it, but it still didn't work.

Jiuying saw the doorway and said in a deep voice:

"Yinglong's soul is protected by this person, and only people he approves can touch it."

Naturally, the two of them don't know where to find someone who can be recognized by Jun Naiyun, so they can only give up, the souls of the left and right are trapped here, and they can't run away with long legs.

But in order to prevent Yinglong's soul from falling into the hands of outsiders, before leaving, they found a village nearby, and set up a magic circle powerful enough to hide the entire Jincheng with people as the eyes of the formation.

After Xiangliu Jiuying left, no one could enter Jincheng again.Jincheng was completely covered in fog, except for one soul and one lamp, who spent a long time in the city.

Afterwards, the picture of memories freezes and gradually disappears, leaving only the blackness of the sky and the earth, and a person with a lantern.

Lou Hua and Qin Dongyi have been watching these, and now they are standing opposite him.

After confronting each other for a long time, Lou Hua walked over.

He stood two steps away from Jun Naiyun, looking up at him.

Jun Naiyun seemed to have sensed something, his expression moved slightly, and finally there was some light in his dead eyes.

He seemed to be looking at Lou Hua in some puzzlement, and when he saw his appearance clearly, his lips trembled and he said in a hoarse voice:

"Little dumb... ba?"

He hadn't spoken for a long time, and the words he read were difficult and jerky, very much like the child who was hiding in the grass and trying to thank him at that time.

Lou Hua showed no expression, he frowned slightly, and only said:

"it's me."

Jun Naiyun's hands trembled a little, he moved his eyes, wanting to see the whole person in front of him.

He tried to raise his lips, trying to smile, but the smile looked a little weird on his skinny face.

He asked again:

"Do you hate it?"

This question stunned Lou Hua for a moment.

Do you hate it?

Those things that happened in Jincheng have passed for a long time, and because he didn't want to recall them, he had long forgotten the feeling at that time.

Furthermore, he and the little mute are no longer the same person.

Lou Hua thought for a while, then shook her head.

He then emphasized:

"I do not hate you."

Whether Lou Hua hates it or not, he doesn't know.

But he knew that the little mute at that time did not have such emotions when he was abandoned.

Because the little mute knew that Jun Naiyun was just making a choice.

There are thousands of city residents on one side, and him who has only known him for a few days. Who would be so stupid to throw down so many lives to choose a child who can't speak or laugh.

So in the final analysis, Jun Naiyun did not do anything to offend him.

And before giving up, Jun Naiyun was very kind to him, which was enough for the little mute.

Furthermore, the dagger that Jun Naiyun gave him really saved him.

The little mute had nothing to complain about.

Lou Hua thought of this and said:

"Thank you, you saved me."

Jun Naiyun's pupils shrank slightly, and he was shocked.

The boulder pressing on his heart was shattered violently, followed by a burst of lightness.

For Jun Naiyun, this sentence is far from being as simple as a sentence of thanks.

He had been dead for many years, but miraculously, hot tears re-condensed from his eyes, rolling down his dry and rough skin.

"really?"

Jun Naiyun asked.

Lou Hua nodded.

Jun Naiyun smiled.

In his life, he has done everything, but it seems that he has done nothing.

It seems to be successful, but in fact it is a complete failure.

But now, in memory, the boy with the deer eyes has grown up and changed.

He looked quite different from before, not so timid and gloomy, and his eyes also changed from black to dark red.

He's alive, he's grown up.

That's good.

At least, at least he once, really managed to help a child.The kid thanked him, told him that he saved him.

Well, his life doesn't seem to be so fruitless.

"Thank you, little mute."

Jun Naiyun smiled at Lou Hua again.

The little mute thanked him many times, each time bringing him different feelings.

Jun Naiyun also wanted to say thank you to him.

He asked again:

"Little dumb, may I know your name?"

This is a request that couldn't be simpler.

Lou Hua nodded:

"The building painting."

"Lou...painting."

Jun Naiyun repeated it in a low voice, and at the same time, his figure gradually dissipated.

In a trance, his face seemed to have returned to the bright young man hundreds of years ago.

He smiled at Lou Hua:

"Good to hear."

After the words fell, Jun Naiyun's body also turned into specks of light, which gradually dimmed and disappeared.

There was only a muffled sound when a hard object hit the ground.

Lou Hua bent over to pick it up, and found that it was the dagger that Jun Naiyun gave the little mute back then.

But it was a bit different, because the blade of the dagger had a bluish-white line imbedded at some point.

Lou Hua lightly stroked the cold blade with her fingertips.

What he told Jun Naiyun was not a lie.

This knife really saved his life.It is precisely because of this knife that he is what he is today.

"This dagger has been tempered by the soul, and the soul is inside." Ying Long reminded aloud.

"Understood." Lou Hua replied.

At the same time, he heard Qin Dongyi's voice asking:

"So, what is the ending of the story of the little mute?"

"I told you, the little mute is dead."

Lou Hua slightly raised her eyebrows, half-jokingly said:

"The little mute died and became another man. You know that, don't you?"

Afterwards, before Qin Dongyi could react, Lou Hua bent his eyes and smiled:

"go home."

Lou Hua took his hand:

"I want to eat peach blossom cakes."

Qin Dongyi also bent his lips:

"it is good."

In the outside world, the sky has turned pale.

Chang Ying fell asleep on Yuan Jing's leg, and Yuan Jing patted Chang Ying's back lightly as if comforting, not daring to relax, always paying attention to the movements of the two big monsters opposite.

Xiang Liu and the man didn't make any big moves, they just kept staring at Jun Naiyun.

By the city wall, Jun Naiyun was still standing there, staring blankly into the distance.

After a while, the blue light in his hand flickered slightly.

Xiang Liu narrowed his eyes slightly, paying attention to the changes in the wick.

In the next instant, two beams of light flew out of the wick, and landed on the ground, transforming into two silhouettes.

At the same time, Jun Naiyun's body fell to the ground as if his strength had been drained suddenly, and in an instant, only a pile of dry bones remained on the ground.

The blue light in his hand dimmed.

Lou Hua glanced at him, then raised his eyes, obviously surprised.

He turned his gaze to Xiang Liu who was leaning on the beauty's couch, and then to the man behind her.

He curled his lips and snorted coldly, and said with a half-smile:

"Are you still alive?"

I don't know who it is.

The black-winged man hasn't smiled since he lost one eye. When he saw Lou Hua, the only remaining eye was full of anger and hatred, as if he wanted to eat him into pieces. Only the belly can relieve the hatred.

He took a step forward, as if he wanted to catch Lou Hua, but was stopped by Xiang Liu.

Xiang Liu raised his hand, looked him up and down, didn't seem to want to fight him, and said:

"Little bastard, let me advise you today, hand over Yinglong Shenhun and Nilin, and I will spare your life."

As soon as these words came out, Lou Hua seemed to have heard some big joke.

He laughed out loud, and when he had had enough, he looked at Xiang Liu again.

The hair on Lou Hua's forehead was a little disheveled, and it was blown by the morning wind, causing shadows to dangle in his eyes.

There was a layer of scarlet in his eyes, and the moon came out in response to the call.

Then, he curled the corners of his lips and said arrogantly:

"Don't forgive me, I really want to die."

"If you have the ability, come and kill."