After the ascension failed, I picked up the protagonist's golden finger

Facing Shen Shubai's light-colored eyes, Shenlai panicked for a moment, but he calmed down quickly.

Because he knew that Shen Shubai would not wake up.

A small blue light ball floated in front of Shen Shubai, and the faint light softened Shen Shubai's outline. Seeing Shen Shubai like this, System [-] hesitated for a moment.

"or……"

"Ugh."

He tentatively opened his mouth, but he still couldn't get the sentence out of his mouth, and finally turned into a helpless sigh.

He couldn't understand what kind of person God was, and no one, including himself, could change what he had decided long ago.

For this moment, he had been planning for a long time, and he didn't know how many accidents happened along the way. For example, Shen Shubai in this life actually had memories of his previous life, and for example, Heavenly Tribulation left him with Dao injuries in advance.

For example, in the end, there was still something to do with Xiao Wu.

Even the source of all the tragedies in the previous life - the system, was accidentally bound to Shen Shubai.

All of these, one by one, directly deviated from the track that Shenlai had envisioned.

This is the life he gambled back, but he almost went on the old road.

Now is the best chance to get everything back on track, and he will never stop there.

Even for this, give everything.

The mental activity of System Two didn't really care, he just kept watching Shen Shubai with a look of nostalgia, as if he wanted to completely engrave his appearance in his mind.

I don't know how much time passed, Shenlai finally got up, his hands began to seal, and faint white lines appeared in the cave immediately, but his complexion turned pale little by little, and faint blood lines appeared on the palms of his hands.

The muffled thunder sounded again.

This is the dream he arranged here, and it is also the last farewell gift he can give to his master.

System Two also sighed inwardly, the only dream in the whole world woven with godheads, it might be difficult to find one even in the God Realm.

But this is the only way.

The runes drifted down from the wall, from the void, and from Shenlai's body bit by bit, and blossomed on the ground, as if a grand rain of Sophora japonica flowers had fallen here, and Shen Shubai was in the middle of this rain.

His eyes closed at some point, and he sat there quietly, accepting the baptism from this "rain".

Shen Lai's gaze never moved away from Shen Shubai's face for a moment, the seal on his palm has been formed at the end, all he needs to do is gently close his hands, and this dream will take effect.

No matter in the previous life or in this life, disciple Xiao Wu will be completely erased from his life, or in other words, even Xiao Wu will be erased from everyone's memory.

The blood line in the palm also glowed at this time, trying to stop the god's self-destructive behavior, but was always imprisoned in the palm of that party.

On the other side, Xiao Wu's palm hurt, but this was only the beginning of a warning.

Followed by more and more deep pain, the soul seems to be lingering.

Cold sweat oozes from Xiao Wu's forehead, but he always maintains a calm expression.

The blood line was also driven to a corner, he didn't expect Shenlai to attack so ruthlessly, even the godhead could be broken as soon as it was said.

Shenlai may not care about his own godhead, but he must care, so he can only ignore the risk of being discovered, and Xiao Wu's palm on the other side shows.

"You tell that person to stop!"

Xiao Wu didn't take hard things, but when he changed the contract, he clearly promised to share the godhead.

"Are you trying to break your oath?"

Yin Cece's voice was threatening, but no one paid any attention to it.

Even his godhead is humiliated, let alone a little blood deed fairy.

Shenlai even directly closed his eyes and closed his hands.

It wasn't until this moment that he finally breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly realized that his hand was being held.

The person's body temperature was transmitted from the skin that touched it, and it was so hot that his heart trembled. In the golden light, the person on the futon stood up at some point, and was tugging at his sleeve at this time.

Shen Shubai's eyelids trembled, but he still couldn't open them. Shenlai looked at his reaction with some surprise.

The person who can be calm no matter what happens, looks a little at a loss at this moment, and organizes the language for a long time, but only asks one sentence.

"When... did you wake up?"

Shen Shubai couldn't hear the outside world, he couldn't even open his eyes, he just felt that he couldn't let go.

It was clear that he could break free of the hand very easily, but at this moment, Shenlai couldn't produce the slightest strength.

So the two were at a stalemate.

The blood thread finally caught the moment when Shenlai's mind was swaying, and started to attack.

The bell on the wrist flew out at once, blocking the blood line, at the same time, Shenlai's eyes flickered, and when he opened his eyes again, he had been pulled into a space.

An open red umbrella blocked his entire view.

From his perspective, he could just see a not-short young man squatting under the umbrella.

It was clearly snowing, but the young man was wearing a very thin shirt, his waist was bulging, and he didn't know what was stuffed.

He seemed to have been bullied, curled up there, a pool of blood and muddy water had accumulated under his body.

Such a scene was very familiar, and God came to be a little startled.

He can be sure that the young man squatting down is himself, but what about the standing man?Who is that man?

Some pictures kept flashing in his mind, but no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't remember them all.

In the end, Shenlai could only freeze his eyes, only staring at the umbrella.

He wanted to see the face of the man holding the umbrella, but all this was in vain.The man's face seemed to be blended into this ink painting, and it was always foggy for people to see clearly.

He could only see a length of blue long gown and a branch of Sophora japonica that the man stretched out his hand.

The author has something to say:

Xue Qixian was in the dungeon of Xiao Mansion.

This is yesterday's update, today will be updated again today, the background has just been stuck for a long time and I can't post orz, so unlucky oh my ww