He and It

"I was still very young at that time," he said at the end, "not much older than I am now, but I was a true immortal when I was born, and I carried the blood debt of the Human Emperor and the Eleven Dragon Lords with me. I couldn't control myself at all. With my power, only true immortals can get close to me, talk and communicate with me.”

Yan Huan said with a smile: "Don't get me wrong, the true immortals of the past were not as weak and slender as they are now. They were all golden immortals who had attained the Great Dao for the first time after the fall of the ancient gods. Going back dozens of generations, I am not sure which god it is. It is no exaggeration to say that the Miao descendants of human-mixed blood speak lotus sounds and write jade words. Compared with them, Zhouyi, Jin Cuixu and others are as immature as half-grown children. Otherwise, how could they have the ability to do so? Can you seal me up?"

He took a breath between his lips and teeth, and then slowly exhaled it, saying: "They made me the most evil person, and they knew that I had caused great trouble. In order to make up for it, they insisted on educating me into a thrifty, gentle, kind, respectful, and kind-hearted person. An example of both good character and good character. Otherwise, how can they explain to Heaven?"

Liu Fuguang listened silently. Six thousand years ago, Yan Huan closed her heart tightly and hated him more than anyone else. She never told him about these past events. Six thousand years later, even if Yan Huan wanted to say it, he would not bother to Listen, it is indeed rare to see such a peaceful narrative nowadays.

"It's a pity that they thought wrong," the aimless black dragon hissed and sneered, "People have human nature, and dragons naturally also have dragon nature. When they treat me, they still think that they are similar in sex and far away from each other, thinking that they can make me since I was taught since childhood. My ears and eyes are affected, and I abandon the darkness and turn to the light."

"I'm born a bad person, right," Liu Fuguang sighed, "It's like I was born a good person... although saying that is a bit boastful."

Yan Huan said: "Don't deny it, no one in the world is qualified to say this except you."

After a moment of silence, Yan Huan continued: "I didn't know what they were doing at that time. I only knew that they were saying this was good and that was bad every day. They were really noisy and bored. I observed them for several months and waited until they got used to my gaze. Then I suddenly struck, and I was only a little bit away from biting out the Taoist body of the true immortal, making him infected with filth and viciousness, and becoming the first immortal to fall."

He lamented regretfully: "It's just a lack of experience... Those real immortals were so scared that in order to punish me, they locked me in a place with no light, no wind, no life... nothing, and asked me to live alone. For many years. How many years? I can’t remember clearly, but it must be a few hundred. From that moment on, I deeply understood the truth that the evil I caused was the second most terrifying thing in the world. .”

"What about the scariest thing?" Liu Fuguang was surprised. He didn't expect that Yan Huan would express humility.

"It's emptiness." He said, "There is nothing, even death has disappeared, everything does not exist, everything is meaningless, good and evil, love and hate...it's just trivial things, not worth mentioning. There is only you there. Gradually, you will forget even yourself."

Yan Huan said calmly: "There, I learned fear. After the immortal released me, I learned to disguise. I have been dormant for about a thousand years. After I figure out what method they used to imprison me... will I Did I tell you that I am the student that any teacher in the world dreams of having? Because I can always grasp the essence of everything, I am God."

He laughed twice: "Maybe my teachers are still alive now, but in a place like that, what does it matter whether they are dead or alive?"

Liu Fuguang lowered his head. He had no resentment in his heart for the long-dead true immortal, but he would not forgive him. He thought for a while and suddenly asked: "What about me?"

Yan Huan was stunned: "What?"

Liu Fuguang smiled, but there was no sense of humor in his smile.

"Zhongshan is the source of nothingness. Do you think so when you throw me away? Because the real immortals arranged my marriage with you, and your hatred for them has also been transferred to me, so I want to use you. Do you think the most terrible punishment is to take revenge on me?"

Yan Huan was silent for a long time, the pain was too much, and the dreamland behind him was twisting and trembling in the cracking range.

"I..." he said hoarsely, "I, I don't..."

He managed to speak a few words, but then couldn't speak anymore. The wind roared in his ears, and the illusion stretched weirdly, as if it was the embodiment of a long time.

Finally, Yan Huan admitted: "Yes, at that time...that's what I was thinking about."

Liu Fuguang nodded and asked abruptly: "You said earlier that you killed the Drum Beast? How did you kill it?"

The topic changed faster than a windmill. Yan Huan was dizzy and tens of thousands of tongues were tangled in his mouth. He tried hard to find his voice for a while: "...Yes, yes, I killed the drum beast, I..."

Pulling himself together a little, Yan Huan organized his speech and said: "I regretted it so much that I went down to Zhongshan Mountain to look for you. I only saw drum beasts all over the mountains and valleys. I suddenly got scared... I took every drum beast and I disemboweled them, but there was nothing in their bellies. I turned over to the bottom of the Zhongshan cliff to find you, and even dismantled the remains of the Zhongshan mountain god, but still got nothing. I don’t know where you went, and I don’t believe you are here. Die, but I can’t find you no matter how hard I look, so I have to go back.”

"Tear down the remains of the God of Zhongshan," Liu Fuguang laughed, "no wonder the Drum Beast is dead."

Yan Huan did not dare to say anything. After a while, he plucked up the courage and said in a low voice: "Actually, since you left, I have been suffering in emptiness. If I count carefully, it has been six thousand years..."

Liu Fuguang didn't respond. After walking for a while, he said indifferently: "Tit for retaliation. I can't blame anyone for the bitter consequences I have brought for myself."

Yan Huan cowered with tears in his eyes, like a whipped cub. Liu Fuguang knew in his heart that confiding in pain was a tortuous act of coquettishness, and what he was seeking was love, and he was unwilling to give Yan Huan such love.

That ubiquitous gaze has become heavier and heavier, almost turning into reality. This means that Li Muxing's confusion and curiosity are getting stronger at the same time.

He and Yan Huan performed what Wu Luo and Li Muxing had done. They lived in a human tribe and helped this weak tribe become stronger step by step. Liu Fuguang made a request to the human tribe in the dream, asking them not to worship witches, but It is to worship Yinglong as a totem.

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