He and It

In the past, the Dragon Palace was his lair and kingdom. He patrolled here alone, over and over again, but I don't know when, as long as he walked up the steps and walked into the palace door, he could see the one that belonged to him alone. sun……

Yan Huan walked into the deserted and frighteningly silent palace. He held the painting and sat alone on the Dragon God's throne. His nine eyes wandered around, looking around blankly.

There is no sun.

He crushed his sun with his own hands, so even though his whole body is shaking from the cold, his heart is numb from the cold, and every inch of his body cannot help but suffer severe pain, it is all his own fault.

Yan Huan thought for a moment in confusion, then slowly lowered his head. He stared at the scroll in his arms, and groped so intently over the knots, shaft heads, and the back of the silk. He asked softly and in a very low voice. : This is a painting you drew, right? I feel your breath... What did you draw? Can I open it and take a look?

His nine eyes turned around, and Yan Huan seemed to catch a glimpse of a plain-colored figure. When he turned around, he saw Liu Fuguang, who had an intact face, sitting next to his throne. He just looked at him with his face tilted and said nothing.

Liu Fuguang had long since fallen off the cliff of Zhongshan Mountain and landed in nothingness. Later, no matter how Yan Huan turned the place upside down and cut open the belly of every drum beast alive to search, he could not find his Taoist companion. Where did this Liu Fuguang come from?

If Zhou Yi or an immortal of the same level as Zhou Yi were present, they would be able to see that the Dragon God's madness was beyond the scope of common sense.

After swallowing the heart of the Supreme Good Dao, breaking the balance of heaven, and nothing in the world can limit him, Yan Huan is almost second only to the law of heaven, and can speak the one and only law. After he realized how he had chosen a dead end and how he had killed Liu Fuguang by mistake, the huge, uncontrollable pain caused him to lock himself in a dream. Except for those brief waking moments, he was brewing endless obsessions in his dreams. He inevitably fantasizes about the possibility that Liu Fuguang is still alive, and is willing to sacrifice everything to return to the past when nothing happened.

This obsession and delusion are so powerful, so powerful that they can almost create a new reality; so powerful that he just said My Dragon Palace should be here, and then the palace collapsed and was destroyed for thousands of years. The Dragon's Nest, which had been there for so long, really stood in front of the world again, still dazzling, as if it contained all the splendor and luxury of the world.

Now, he seemed to have caught sight of the lover he thought about day and night, so a figure exactly like Liu Fuguang appeared floating beside him like hallucinatory smoke.

Yan Huan's dull expression immediately showed cracks. He looked back in shock like a child burned by fire. He raised his hands, timidly covering his face, and huddled up on the throne, as if he didn't dare to be seen by the illusion.

After a while, he slowly put down his hand, his lips twitched, hesitantly showed a small smile, and asked in a low voice: I forgot, you can see it...can't you?

The illusion made no sound, but Yan Huan seemed to be encouraged. His smile widened by two points, he couldn't help but nodded, and continued: I know, I found out later, I see you always looking at me The eyes speak, not a pair of eyes on my face, but the nine eyes on my body. From the first time you saw me, you could see my true identity...

The more he spoke, the more hoarse and choked he became. At the end, he shed tears blankly and whispered: I'm so stupid. Why can't I see it? I am the stupidest thing in the world, the stupidest and most stupid thing in the world. stupid……

He could no longer speak. Yan Huan was trembling helplessly. He hugged the scroll tightly, like a drowning man holding a driftwood in the middle of the sea. He relied on this to save his life and survive the water. The rest of my life is precarious.

Phantom still didn't speak, just stared at him.

A long time ago, Yan Huan despised Liu Fuguang. Why didn't he despise him? He has too many reasons to look down on the other party. Liu Fuguang is such a soft-hearted, fragile and fragile human being. He is naive and small, trying to solve all problems in life with the option of love or not to love. I still remember that one time, Yan Huan deliberately asked him, have you ever killed anyone?

Liu Fuguang hesitated for a long time and gave him an unexpected and reasonable answer.

He said that actually I had killed. I upheld justice for the mortals in a village and killed a group of evil cultivators. But even though these people are demon cultivators and have graduated from the same school, they have a deep friendship with each other. They know that they are no match for me, so they even risk their lives to hold me back, just to let the youngest child in the school escape quickly. When I caught up with them, I was filled with flaming anger, but when I left, I was left with only confusion and sadness.

Yan Huan chuckled, why are you so confused and confused? Could it be that you let that little demon cultivator go?

Liu Fuguang was silent for a moment. He did not nod or shake his head.

The child escaped, and I followed her for a long time, thinking about whether to take action. Liu Fuguang said, if I take action, she is only eight years old, has no life on her hands, and her qualifications are not very good. She doesn’t even have the key to practicing qi. She has not yet been able to get through it, let alone practice magic skills. If I let her go, she will be raised by a demon cultivator and be influenced by her ears and eyes. Although she has never practiced magic skills, she will know the secrets by heart, and she will also hold a grudge against me. It is difficult to guarantee her future. Not a disaster. At that time, I was so desperate that I wanted to erase her memory, but I was afraid that if I wasn't good at it, she would become a moron. So I was in a dilemma, and I didn't know what to do.

Yan Huan couldn't help but laugh out loud.

ha! It's really a woman's kindness. If you don't kill her, who knows if the same tragedy as the previous village will happen in the future? When that time comes, the karma will be upon you!

Liu Fuguang turned to him and asked just one question.

Is it an unjust evil to base the safety of most people on a future where another person may or may not make a mistake? He asked, is it good or ungood to get rid of the child because she may do bad things?

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