Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

The feeling of having too many memories flooding in is actually not pleasant. A long dream of twenty-five years in Magpie City can make people confused, let alone a long period of more than two hundred years.

For Wu Xingxue, it was as if everything was starting over, and he was walking the long road he had walked all over again. The most uncomfortable thing is not that the road is almost endless, but that it is confusing and topsy-turvy.

He was always standing in the endless fire of Luohuatai just a moment ago, listening to those souls yelling at him hysterically. The next moment he arrived at the Chengnan Market, blocking the dazzling spirit lamp with his hand, and heard the people behind him asking who he was.

He not only endured the burning pain of the fire, but also experienced the chilling cold to his bones and muscles. All around were the most piercing screams and howls of the dead souls, but there was no one around and it was quiet.

His hands were covered with frost and blood.

He is the spiritual king and also the devil.

This feeling of confusion and reappearance is by no means suddenly enlightened, but rather mad and confused. In the end it turned into pain...

It was as if the body and heart of any living person in the world could not bear these. They could not bear so many and contradictory things at the same time, so they all turned into the most straightforward pain.

It was a pain even more unbearable than tearing apart one's soul, so painful that Wu Xingxue closed himself up at that moment. It was a completely unconscious reaction, and it was the first time in his life that he resisted because of pain.

This kind of self-proclaiming is more complete than losing all five senses, like wrapping yourself in an invisible cocoon.

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Que Buluo has never had such an unbearable long night.

When Ning Huaishan walked into the bedroom of his city lord, he shivered uncontrollably because it was too cold in the bedroom.

He never thought that the room could become like this——

Beams, columns, tables, chairs, screens, hanging paintings, lamps, even the walls and white stone floors were covered with frost. At first glance, it doesn't even look like a room, more like an ice cellar.

If ordinary people come here, they will get sick from the cold if they stay here for just a moment. Even he couldn't bear it, his teeth were chattering and he was trembling constantly.

And all this frost and cold originated from Wu Xingxue.

Previously, Feng Xue Li and Xiao Hu broke into the team, but they were defeated in the battle and retreated due to the wind. When the two people disappeared, the white jade essence appeared on the roots of Que Buluo's giant tree.

At that time, Ning Huaishan heard several very light bells ringing. He followed the sound and found that the white jade bell hanging on the waist of his city lord was shaking gently.

Ning Huaishan was quite surprised at that time.

Because the white jade bell had been hung on the body of his city lord for countless years, but he had never seen the bell make any sound on its own.

And the ringtone was indeed unusual and shocking. Even Ning Huaishan felt his head buzzing and his soul shaking uneasily.

He listened to the tinny ringtone, and some fragmentary images flashed through his mind——

For example, he and Fang Chu were holding thick silver-white fox furs, standing in the side room with their heads bent, talking about the calamity period.

For example, when they glanced out of the corner of their eyes, they found the city lord leaning against the door, listening to them for who knows how long. And they were so frightened that their hearts skipped a beat.

Another example...at that moment, Tiansu's immortal energy was slowly escaping from the city lord's body.

Ning Huaishan was at a loss in those fragmentary scenes, and couldn't remember when that happened.

He covered his swollen head and wanted to ask the city lord what was going on, but when he raised his eyes, he saw the city lord falling to his knees, like snow falling suddenly on the cliff.

He was so frightened at the time that he couldn't react in time. He only saw Tiansu Cang take action in panic, hugged the person and brought him back to the room.

Later, this is the current situation——

Wu Xingxue sat quietly on the couch, eyes closed and head lowered. His face was completely bloodless, whiter than frost and snow, and his thin lips were pursed into a straight line. If you look down from the bottom, the corners of his lips are even slightly downward.

Although there is no expression on his face, it can make people feel deeply in their hearts and almost make them feel uncomfortable.

There is an invisible shield around his body, sealing himself in it and shielding the entire world from outside, so that nothing can get close.

Ning Huaishan was too concerned before and didn't notice the screen. He reached out to find out the situation of the city lord. As a result, I almost lost my finger.

He stepped back suddenly, shaking his fingers full of blood, and then realized that even the desk on the couch had been shattered into sawdust under the screen.

Not only that……

The energy of his city lord was still flowing outwards, flowing out continuously from the screen. So the hoarfrost covered the whole house, even extended outside the house, covering the entire mansion.

So much so that today's Quebuluo is as cold as an ice cave.

The energy was even coercive. Ning Huaishan felt like he couldn't breathe just by standing by the couch. The white frost seemed to be sniffing into his mouth and nose, and was about to fill his internal organs.

Ning Huaishan was really scared at that time.

He exclaimed City Lord several times, but Tiansu interrupted him: He can't hear you.

Ning Huaishan asked again: Can't you hear me?! What's going on?

Self-proclaimed.

Self-proclaimed? Ning Huaishan was confused for a moment and said, What does self-proclaimed mean?

He had never experienced anything like this before, and he had never seen anyone in this situation. I couldn't react or understand it for a moment.

Don't listen, don't see, don't feel, don't know. Tiansu's voice was deep and slightly hoarse as he spoke word by word.

For some reason, just listening to the word no, Ning Huaishan could feel an inexplicable sadness.

Meaning, a kind of exhaustion and disgust.

He looked at the city lord and murmured: Why? Why do you want to be so self-proclaimed?

Tiansu looked at his city lord and said hoarsely after a long time: ...it hurts too much.

But... Ning Huaishan still wanted to speak.

As far as he knew, the white jade dream bell on his waist was just a few shakes to interpret dreams. It's just to unblock the dusty memories and think of the past.

Thinking of the past...why does it hurt?

His city lord has never been a person who is afraid of pain, but what kind of pain actually caused him to feel like this.

But Ning Huaishan didn't speak in the end because he saw Tiansu frowning and his deep eyes full of warmth.

He was obviously saying that the city lord was in too much pain, but the pain seemed to also fall on Tiansu.

But it did fall on Tiansu...

Because the pressure of the city lord is so heavy that it can crush ordinary people to pieces, but Tiansu is sitting where the pressure is strongest.

That self-proclaimed screen could injure anything close to it until it was bloody and bloody, but Tiansu reached through the screen and held the frost-covered hand of the city lord.

It was as if he was afraid that the hand would be too cold.

Ning Huaishan almost looked at Tiansu's hand dripping with blood, and the blood veins burst open one by one, looking terrifying. And the next moment, Tiansu will activate his energy again...

Those wounds will slowly heal bit by bit, and the blood will be restrained. Not a drop fell into the hands of the city lord.

So, over and over again.

It hurt just by looking at it, but Tiansu's expression never changed.

Ning Huaishan had nothing to say and left quietly.

He went in and out like this several times later, and found that Tiansu had never moved. The energy he mobilized has been slowly flowing into the screen.

It was blocked back countless times and enveloped countless times.

Like a warm breeze blowing persistently through frozen water.

I don’t know how long this state lasted...

One day? Two days?

In the end, it wasn’t just Ning Huaishan. Even Xiao Fuxuan himself had forgotten the time. He had been accompanying the self-proclaimed person, accompanying him step by step through the lengthy two hundred years in his memories.

As if they are constantly fulfilling their promises

He once said that he would never let the man named Wu Xingxue be alone again.