He and It

Liu Fuguang laughed lowly, but there was no smile in his eyes. He asked hoarsely: "What else does he want? I have given everything I can. My blood, my flesh, my I still have a Taoist heart... which seems worthless to him, but it is already the best sincerity I think I can offer... What else does he want, my life that is just hanging on?"

His last voice trembled slightly, and he didn't cry, but there was so much bitterness in his words that it made people's tongue numb.

Zhou Yi opened his lips. His heart was heavy. He subconsciously replied: "The Dragon God has been trapped in a dream for six thousand years. He...he feels regretful."

"You said he is very remorseful. What else can make him regretful? I can't see it, and I don't want to see it again." With his eyes half-opened, Liu Fuguang said tiredly and softly, "Actually, he is not afraid of your jokes. In his In the dream, for a moment, I seemed to have become a character in it. When I heard him say that he hated me, I thought about it for a long time, and I could only tell him, it doesn't matter, I don't hate you."

He could no longer support his weak body, so he slowly leaned back and leaned on the hard rock wall: "Just like he never learned to love, I also never learned to hate. Sleeping in the coffin, sometimes, I I would wake up briefly for a while, and every minute and every second I was conscious, I was thinking about him and how I developed feelings for him."

After taking a breath, Liu Fuguang managed a smile and said: "After thinking about it, it was probably the day I met him for the first time, right? That day, I saw his true body. Somehow, he had a smile on his face, but I always It felt like he was crying, because the way he looked at me was like he had been shedding tears for many years, numb and painful..."

He gradually fell into memories like quicksand - Liu Fuguang still remembered the scene when he first saw Yan Huan.

The world has always favored him generously, so much so that he has always wanted to give back and share this abundant love with the outside world. He helped Yan Huan not only to become his Taoist companion, but also to become his friend, his family, everything he had never gotten. Of course, he also held a small, unrealistic fantasy in his heart. He also hoped that Yan Huan could learn to love him, no matter what kind of love it was.

However, this is not what Yan Huan wants. Over the years, they have been in an awkward running-in period. Perhaps he has been naive for too long, and the Dragon God has tolerated him for too long. After learning the truth, Yan Huan finally no longer has to endure it. He made this truth clear to Liu Fuguang mercilessly and personally:

I don't care about you, I never need you.

"You know, since I was born, I have been loved by so many people, and everyone treats me well. When I saw Yan Huan, I couldn't help but say in my heart, how pitiful he is, if I could How great would it be if I could give him some of the love I received to heal his wounds and make him less sad!" Stuck in his memories, Liu Fuguang whispered in a daze, "When I'm lying in the coffin, I It suddenly dawned on me that Yan Huan doesn't want me, my people are a burden, my love is a drag, and to him, my pity is even more of a humiliation..."

His voice became smaller and smaller, and in the end, it was no different from talking in his sleep.

"... Please don't hint to me anymore that he still feels guilty for me or has lingering feelings for me. I'm too tired. I can't learn to hate, but I already know what pain and fear feel like. ”

Saying too many words in one breath was too exhausting. Liu Fuguang took a deep breath and exhaled. He stopped talking and just closed his eyes again.

Zhou Yi was speechless, and the helpless silence surrounded him, making it difficult for him to open his mouth.

As a bystander, he was still so concerned. He couldn't think deeply about the feelings of the person involved.

"...I understand." Finally, he sighed lowly, "Then, about the portrait..."

Liu Fuguang reluctantly opened his heavy eyelids. His spine ached and his chest hurt.

"What else does he want?" He lowered his eyelashes and half of his face was hidden in the shadows, making it difficult to see clearly. "Don't be embarrassed... these children and their teachers, whatever he wants, I can give it to him." He can give you anything."

The anger and confusion he felt when he first woke up have now turned into frustrated fatigue. When he spoke these words about himself, he was so calm that it was heartbreaking, as if he was talking about an insignificant person.

Zhou Yi knew that he could no longer talk to Liu Fuguang.

According to his original thoughts, if the Dragon God could see his former Taoist companion, he would be ecstatic. He could even take out his own heart impatiently and receive his atonement. As long as Liu Fuguang's injuries and Taoist behavior could be restored to their original state, Yan Huan's power will definitely be contained, and Three Thousand Worlds will no longer have to suffer from Xuan Ri's torture.

But now it seems that one party has lost all hope, has no hatred and no love, and it is unrealistic to force the two parties to meet again. It is better to make other plans.

"You should have a good rest and take good care of yourself first," the immortal advised. "We will consider the matter of the portrait in the long run. There is no need to rush."

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The red-black light shines in countless directions. In the outside world where the worlds overlap, the ghost dragon carries the dim mysterious sun on its back. Its nine eyes turn wildly, and it flies across the infinite universe and the world sea covered with dust in a mournful wail.

His body has long exceeded the limit that human beings can measure. The pitch-black tentacles that make up the scales overflow all evil and sinful karma. Every drop of it splashes on the ground, and a huge number of ghostly beasts will grow and spread. Wherever the aimless true dragon of the zodiac flew, the faint brilliance of the mysterious sun shone. It circled so crazily for eighty-one days and nights, and finally exhausted its strength, broke away from the sun's orbit, and fell towards the world below.

This time of the year usually means the end of the Dragon Patrol. The ghost dragon will return to Yugu again, sleeping there for endless days until he wakes up again and turns everything upside down again. But this time, the ghost dragon's behavior was different than before. During the fall, his dragon body was shrinking and shrinking rapidly. By the time he fell heavily on the vast fertile soil, he was already struggling. The "human" shape is distorted.

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