shock! The villain once again turned the male protagonist into a yandere and criticized him like cra

This time, Zhou Ze did not open his eyes immediately.

Even... he fell into a deep sleep.

Don't want to wake up.

If he had to wake up and return to the empty and seemingly endless stagnant days, he would rather hold on to these beautiful memories and nestle quietly in his dreams.

Zhou Ze admitted that he was a bit cowardly at heart.

If he had never experienced such colorful and bright times, he would not think that eternal life in heaven is a prison.

……

Zhou Ze's tiny soul curled up into a thin ball in the floating darkness, motionless.

He didn't know how long it had been, but suddenly he heard a familiar yet unfamiliar voice coming from somewhere.

"Why don't you want to wake up?"

The voice was so deep and magnetic, and its underlying tone was extremely cold, like biting frost and snow, so pleasant to hear.

Zhou Ze was a little confused.

Who is this?

Asking, him?

How could this be possible? Throughout thousands and millions of years, has anyone in the vast heaven ever paid so much attention and care to a little-known immortal like him?

Never had it before.

The curled up, faintly glowing soul body seemed to be about to stretch out a little, but now it curled up even tighter.

Like a child who longs for warmth but refuses to believe that true warmth will ever come, he holds himself stubbornly and orders himself not to hope for it.

That way you won't feel lost.

Zhou Ze heard another helpless sigh in his ear.

There was no boredom or impatience in the sigh, only full of pampering and patience.

It seems like the other party is willing to wait no matter how long it takes, but my longing is about to overflow, and I can only ask in a low voice to comfort myself.

This made Zhou Ze feel a little sad for some reason.

At this moment, he couldn't help but want to open his eyes.

If everything is just my own illusion or hallucination, maybe it doesn't matter.

It doesn’t matter if you’re disappointed, or if you become a stranger to “that adult” after you sober up… it doesn’t matter either.

At least he can take a look at the other person's appearance and expression from a distance. Isn't that very satisfying?

After comforting himself in this way, Zhou Ze finally mustered up all his courage, his long eyelashes fluttered, and the next second the boy opened his eyes.

At the same time, his breathing became a little rapid and uncontrollable.

Before this, Zhou Ze had prepared himself mentally a thousand times and anticipated countless unhappy endings.

But after opening his eyes and seeing everything in front of him, he was stunned.

He didn't expect that he would see such a scene.

This was so magical... like an illusion, a dream, he couldn't believe it.

Zhou Ze stared blankly into that pair of dark and cold eyes, the light in them was calm, like frost and snow.

That was a look that belonged uniquely to Lingwu Immortal Lord, the god of war in heaven.

how come! ! !

How could the other party be looking at him so closely!!!

Zhou Ze was greatly shocked.

Zhou Ze reacted belatedly and jumped up reflexively.

It was at this time that Zhou Ze realized that everything here was so strange and extremely elegant. One could tell at a glance that the owner of this place was either noble or honorable.

Could it be that this is...

"This is my place, Funazawa."

Immortal Lingwu seemed to see through the doubts in his heart, and spoke in a gentle voice, explaining calmly.

And - pronounced his name accurately.

Zhou Ze was stunned, and his reaction now could no longer be described as shocked or overjoyed.

He was filled with confusion and bewilderment, and even couldn't help wanting to pinch himself hard to determine whether he was still in a dream.

After a long while, Zhou Ze managed to find his voice again, the trembling in his voice could hardly be concealed, "Ling, Ling Wu Xianjun?"

The boy's tone was filled with awe and fear.

The young immortal king had no doubt that if the young man had strong limbs, he would probably have bowed to him tremblingly.

His Aze...

A hint of pain flashed across Lingwu's eyes, but the corners of her lips lifted up helplessly.

Zhou Ze couldn't understand why the other person had such a conflicted expression, and he had no way of figuring it out. He could only stare at him blankly, unable to think of anything to say.

In this situation, it seems appropriate to bow and show respect.

But it was obvious that although Lingwu Immortal Lord did not say anything, his attitude revealed that he would never let him perform the salute.

Well.

I didn't expect that he had such a big reputation. Zhou Ze thought to himself cautiously.

Was it because he saved Ling Wu Xianjun? Did the other party want to thank him?

God knows, even after experiencing so many worlds, so much mutual support and affection, even if Zhou Ze had ten thousand courages, he would never dare to think that the other party would fall in love with him because of this.

This, how is this possible?

In those worlds, the other party had no real memories and didn't know that he was just a small fairy, so he was so passionate and devoted.

Back to reality, there is naturally a realistic statement.

right.

Thinking of this, the glimmer that had originally flickered in Zhou Ze's eyes finally dimmed completely.

He regained his composure and rationality.

When he spoke again, his voice was soft and gentle, with a hint of distance, "Lingwu Immortal Lord, I, I have been unconscious for a long time. Thank you Lingwu Immortal Lord for taking care of me."

Having said that, Zhou Ze was about to get out of bed, ready to say goodbye and leave.

But her wrist was grabbed lightly by the other party unexpectedly.

"Zhouze."

The boy turned his back to the young man, and his long, soft eyelashes trembled suddenly.

It turns out that having my name pronounced so softly sounds so nice and is such a happy thing.

Zhou Ze's heart was pounding.

She forced herself to remain calm, turned around and smiled slightly, pretending to be puzzled, "Does Immortal Lingwu need anything else?"

He didn't mention the past or the favor because he didn't want to put the other party in a difficult position, and he didn't want to demand repayment for the favor.

"Zhou Ze, I am the one who should say thank you. You don't need to be so polite and cautious. Without you, I wouldn't be who I am today. I... I am so grateful."

Immortal Lord Lingwu spoke every word carefully, solemnly and sincerely.

Zhou Ze was stunned, nodded, and immediately shook his head, "It's not a big deal..."

These polite words of refusal were gently interrupted by Lingwu Immortal Lord: "Do you still remember the years we spent together?"

Zhou Ze paused for breath again.

Why, why did the other party bring it up?

Is it nostalgia, unforgettable, or... wanting him to forget those things and not take them to heart?

Zhou Ze plucked up his courage and stared closely into the young immortal's deep eyes.

Trying to discern something from it.

But I couldn't see anything.

He couldn't see through the other party's true intentions.

Zhou Ze could only remain silent, not knowing whether to nod or shake his head. Unconsciously, he lowered his head silently.

He also wanted to pretend to be magnanimous, waved his hands and said, hey, it's no big deal, don't take it to heart, Immortal Lord, it's just to collect soul fragments.

But I can't do it.

Zhou Ze, who had been keeping his head down quietly, couldn't help but feel a little sour in his nose.

He couldn't lie to himself, he really wanted to hear the other person say, "I still like you now, my feelings have not changed."