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"so what?"

Zhuo'an coaxed him good-naturedly.

Yan Qingning looked at him drunkenly, buried her head in his chest, and said in a sullen voice: "You said you would be my wife when I grow up."

"Crack-"

The pebbles that Qing Ning was playing with in his hands were shattered into powder at this moment, but he still had the same peaceful smile on his face.

Xiaobai was so frightened by him that he stretched out his little paw and slapped his shoulder: "Host, don't be angry, don't be angry, it's you, not someone else!"

Zhuo'an couldn't help laughing when he heard what he said.

He gently held Yan Qingning's hand and pressed it to his heart, and said to him warmly: "My Aning, I will always belong to you only."

"Crack-"

The branch that had just been obtained was broken into two pieces. The smile on Qingning's face became even brighter, but even a fool could see the murderous aura in his body.

Xiaobai's tail hairs were all blown out, and he stretched out his little paws to comfort him: "Host, don't be angry! Don't be angry! The Lord Judge said these words to you in the past. If you round them up, they are just to you. You don't have to You’re so angry! You really don’t have to be angry!”

"I'm not angry." Qingning stared at the two people hugging each other, and broke the broken branch in his hand again: "The god must have a deep meaning in doing this, how could I get angry?!"

Probably because the murderous intention in him was too obvious, even in the past, Zhuo An still subconsciously felt a chill on the back of his neck, and his eyes unconsciously fell in the direction of Qing Ning and Xiao Bai.

"Will you disappear for no reason this time too?"

Yan Qingning raised her hands to hold his face. Her dark eyes were unfocused, but she still stared at Zhuo An so stubbornly.

Even if all you see is a ghost image.

Zhuo'an held his hand, kissed his fingertips gently, and said warmly: "Aning, it's not the time for us to meet yet."

"Then when can we meet?!" He seemed drunk, but he didn't seem drunk.

His consciousness was still awake, but his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and when he looked at Zhuo An, he could only see a blurry double image.

"When the time between us intersects, we will meet in the future."

This god seemed to have always been so gentle. He rubbed Yan Qingning's head affectionately and left a light kiss between his eyebrows.

"My Aning, I will wait for you in the future."

Yan Qingning only felt that his eyelids became extra heavy under his kiss. He struggled to hold on to Zhuo An's sleeves, but he gradually lost strength under the influence of alcohol.

"and many more……"

After all, he couldn't hold on anymore, slowly closed his eyes, and collapsed beside the grave without a monument.

Zhuo'an knelt down to wipe the mud off his face, and said to him warmly: "My Aning will always deserve to be treated tenderly by this world..."

Yan Qingning, who had already closed his eyes, could not see at all. The moment he closed his eyes, the god in front of him was pulled by an inexplicable force.

His body was crushed again and again, but was reorganized again and again. Scarlet blood covered his body, making him look like a ghost.

Qing Ning looked at Zhuo An like this and clenched her hands unconsciously.

He knew that this was just an illusion that appeared in the past, but when he watched his god being torn apart into such a ghostly state, he still felt his heart throbbing and aching from the bottom of his heart.

Xiaobai knew that he felt bad, so he had no choice but to pat Qingning's shoulder with his little paws over and over again, trying to do something better than nothing to comfort him.

The torn condition of his body gradually dissipated. Zhuo'an wiped away the blood on his fingertips, gently touched the corners of Yan Qingning's lips, and said reluctantly: "Aning, this world no longer allows me to appear again."

"So... I hope you can go on happily without me by your side in the future."

"When you enter the small world of punishment as an executioner, that's when we will meet."

"It's just that you at that time... probably wouldn't like me who was stained with sin..."

His voice became softer and softer, until it finally faded to the point of being inaudible.

The body that was repeatedly torn and reorganized was eventually expelled from this world, turned into nothingness, and completely dissipated in the wind.

Yan Qingning, who was lying next to the grave, seemed to sense something, and her eyes that had long been closed shed tears silently.

Qing Ning's eyes were red, and he dug his fingertips into the trunk of the tree, barely suppressing the urge to grab Zhuo An.

Xiaobai's eyes were also wet, but he still reached out and patted Qingning's shoulder to comfort him: "Master host, don't be sad. The memories will end soon. When you know all the truth, you will I can go back..."

Qingning could hear that Xiaobai's voice was also choked with sobs. He raised his hand and rubbed Xiaobai's head, forcing himself to calm down: "I know..."

A cold wind blew through the forest, freezing Yan Qingning, who was leaning on the edge of the grave, until he woke up from alcohol.

He casually wiped the tears on his face that had been dried by the wind. His face looked particularly calm, as if he had forgotten his drunken gaffe.

The empty wine jar had long been thrown to the ground and shattered completely. Yan Qingning leaned over to clean up the fragments. He deliberately twisted a sharp piece of broken porcelain and held it in his palm until his palm was pricked with blood.

As if he couldn't feel the pain, he tightly grasped the broken piece of porcelain and allowed the blood to overflow in his palm.

"It's my fault, old man. I don't think I can always blame you for some things." Yan Qingning turned his head and looked at the low grave mound, forcing himself to smile: "There are so many differences between people, how can I I ask you to help me find something worth pursuing in my life..."

The fragment in the palm of his hand was deeply embedded in the flesh, and the blood had already soaked into his hand. However, he didn't care about it, and even felt strangely relieved.

"Old man, don't worry about me."

"I have found someone worthy of my life's pursuit..."

His face turned pale from pain, but there was an extreme weirdness in his deep eyes.

"I found that he would care about me and care about me, so as long as I let myself get hurt seriously enough, he would come to me and come out to coax me..."

Xiaobai glanced at Qingning, who was calm beside him, and flicked his big tail to try to attract his attention.

Qingning grabbed his tail, lifted the whole squirrel upside down, and asked him: "What? What is your big tail hinting to me?!"

Xiaobai said nothing, and kept struggling in his hand.

Qingning held Xiaobai's paw with one hand and looked calmly at the crazy Yan Qingning over there: "I know, that guy is crazy."

"But if it was to see the Lord God, I would be so crazy."