Why am I invincible again?

Chapter 1196 Wildfire Starts a Prairie (End Chapter 13)

In his mind, the fat little dragon curled up inside the jade bead, chattering and exuding a soft light.

Zhou Ye realized that he didn't know when he was used to having such a voice nagging beside him.

Suddenly, the sound disappeared.

The eyes also became dim and blurry.

No matter where she was in the past, Aowu would always work hard to create a soft white light for her. Even if she was in a dark place where souls gathered, the only thing in her memory was the cluster of warm white light lingering around her.

How can there be such a good dragon in this world?

Holding the gradually cooling body in his arms, Zhou Ye raised his hand subconsciously to touch the corners of his eyes.

It's wet, it's tears.

This feeling of loss is no stranger to her. Although she has experienced it many times, this time, as always, it made her feel like a knife.

The voice in the ear became muffled.

There are too many strange and familiar memories in her mind, tracing the long river of history all the way upstream, 10 years ago, 100 million years ago, 300 million years ago...

It was in the magma hell that made her miserable, that she recognized herself and recovered her lost memories.

Her name is Zhou Ye, Zhou from Buzhou Mountain, Ye from Weeds.

She is not some great devil who will destroy the world, she has no noble status, nor does she have a mysterious life experience.

She was just a weed picked by those people from that Buzhou Mountain, and then thrown at their feet. It was so casual that she took root, sprouted, and grew vigorously.

Everything from the past overlapped before my eyes.

Born again and again, died again and again.

Hundreds of lives, hundreds of deaths.

The death that made her most unforgettable was being tricked into jumping into the burning pit of the sky.

She didn't find what she was looking for in the flames and magma, but when she looked up, a net had already been laid.

She was betrayed by the world.

That time, she still had a sincere heart.

Later, this heart was completely burned in the magma. For 300 million years, she suffered from the burning heart, half of which was in the world, and half of which was in hell.

Recalling, the position of the heart is still painful like being roasted on an iron plate.

Zhou Ye covered his heart.

The hatred that poured into the sky made her breathless for a while, and the hatred intertwined with disappointment and despair made her wish to destroy everything in this world.

The sound like the impact of a bell resounded above his head.

She looked up.

Black hair was pouring down at his feet, and on his pale face, a pair of lifeless black eyes stared at the torn sky.

Thirteen familiar faces.

As always, he is majestic and solemn, suppressing the evil spirits of the six realms, and adhering to the order of heaven and earth.

Thirteen pairs of eyes stared intently at it, Zhou Ye hugged Aowu, and slowly stood up, his skin was creamy, not stained with half a speck of dust, his black hair trailed to the ground, like a piece of black jade-like silk.

Three million years of burning had shattered her soul and body, but left her physical body invulnerable.

Zhou Ye parted his red lips and smiled, facing that day, stepping on the ground barefoot.

"Thirteen Golden Buddhas, long time no see."

"Xiapo Zhouye, come forward quickly!"

Zhou Ye lowered his eyes, took a deep look at Aowu in his arms, followed by a black and white aura emanating from between his arms, enveloping Aowu, and finally raised his hand slowly, gently lifting his body sent to the golden cloud above the head.

Ao Jiang and Ao Sun hugged her younger brother, heartbroken, but she couldn't blame Zhou Ye at all.

(End of this chapter)