How do I break the team invitation from my old enemy?

Lin Weiding stared at him for a long time.

"Leave here with me, sacrifice your long eternal life as an undead creature, and hand over your soul in exchange for a short year of memory. Have you made up your mind?"

Use a lifetime for a year.

Someone lit a cluster of fire, flickering in the dark night.

For the sake of this feeble flame, the traveler will abandon the long road leading to the silent night under his feet, and turn to it.

Just like Adrihiger has seen all the sorrows and joys in the mainland, he still feels that he is not yet old.

Like a goddess who has spent 1000 years, she only remembers the decades of following Elvis.

Just like at this time, the Lich said lightly: "Think about it."

Sometimes, we don't measure time by length.

There was a layer of mist in the deep purple pupils, and there was a pool of water, and the stars were reflected in the water.

Lin Wei stepped forward.

It was only a few steps, and in these few steps-the stars shone brightly, the tides of time ebbed and flowed, and a long road was traveled to reach the end of time and everything.

He grabbed Juanyu's shoulders and pressed him against the wall.

Standing on tiptoe, he whispered in that person's ear: "If you think it over...you can't go back on your word."

He looked at Duanyu, and reached out to touch the lich's cool lips.

Looking at it, the fog in those eyes dissipated and turned into a cold gaze.

"From now on—not only will I not allow you to forget a little more, but I will dangle in front of your eyes all day long, making you think about it, making you suffer—let you always remember that you are in this world , the enemy is me, the friend is me..."

His voice gradually lowered, and the ending was gentle and cool: "My lover is also me."

There was a little confusion in the Lich's eyes.

But Lin Wei didn't give him time to continue to be confused.

The moonlight illuminated the corridor, at the junction of light and shadow, the black-haired duke closed his eyes, pressed the lich against the wall, and kissed fiercely.

The tentacles of the soul also embraced that person, without guidance or struggle.

They have experimented with the contract time and time again, so even if they throw away their memories, the integration and cohesion are still so fitting and natural.

It was probably a cloud, wandering in the sky, soaked in water.

The heavier the water, the heavier the cloud, and the lower the sky.

It is no longer white and soft like the new cotton in summer, but dark and depressing.

The water weighed heavily on it, and when it opened its eyes in pain and fear, it suddenly realized that it had been pulled from the high sky to the world.

And finally—that last vapor melted into the cloud too.

I used to be like catkins, until I met you, I had to go through joy and sorrow, love and fear.

I look at you, on the warmest, brightest and clearest sky.

I look at you in the coldest darkest and most gloomy abyss.

The cloud turned around slowly, it became lighter, and turned into a torrential rain that never stopped.

The sky was full of stars and raindrops falling together, lightning tore through the sky, and the light at that moment was so bright that half of the sky was illuminated.

The last seal of the contract was slowly engraved, and the moment the seal was completely dropped, the complicated and vast light quietly disappeared, as if nothing had happened.

The rain stopped, and all sounds fell silent.

A ray of sky broke through the dark clouds, and dawn came lightly.

God said, let there be light.

At the top of the sea of ​​stars, the souls who have traveled here meet, blend together, and never separate again.

I will give you the most sincere and carefree smile when you were young.

I give you the most difficult old and decaying scars to face in the middle of the night.

All kinds of past, all delivered.

That is the present, the past, and the promise of eternity.

Witnessed by the stars.

Then my soul is at rest and your soul is guided.

The Lich is in an old castle, with winding and deep corridors, no windows and no lights.

Someone grabbed his hand and led him forward.

That scene is very familiar, in those years when I opened my eyes and could only see darkness.

He boarded a rickety boat from the noisy pier. There were three people on board. They were light groups of elements, nothing special.

There was a mass of white in it, which suddenly flickered on and off the moment I boarded the boat.

It was like saying hello.

From then on - from then on there was no separation.

They went down the spiral staircase, through the gate, and into the sea of ​​roses under the moonlight.

The person who brought him here appeared, a black-haired boy, smiled at him, let go and ran to the other side.

There stood a man in a white robe. His dark golden hair was softly reflected by the moonlight. He reached out to catch the young man who was rushing towards him, and rubbed his somewhat messy black hair.

He didn't go there, but to the other side.

Following the lich's footsteps, the sea of ​​flowers gradually spread out, with a strong fragrance, and a black-haired duke sat on a bench in the distance.

His young face is so handsome and gentle, but when he looks into the distance, there is always faint boredom and exhaustion.

Seeing him coming, the Duke withdrew his gaze from infinity and smiled at him.

They looked at the end of the sea of ​​flowers together.

The summoner led the magician to trot in the sea of ​​flowers, and stopped sometimes. One was talking with a smile, while the other listened quietly. The wind blew their clothes and hair tips, infecting them with a sweet fragrance.

A huge line was suddenly drawn from the center of the sea of ​​flowers, and the torrent roared past, separating the two banks.That shore is still warm and deep red, while this shore fades quickly, the dark green stems and leaves of roses turn into black thorns, and the bright red roses turn into snow-like white.

"Here is the past, we are the dead," the Duke said softly: "There is the new life, and it will continue."

"For most of our lives, we have been fighting tit for tat, and it will not stop until death." The Duke's voice sounded like a sigh: "My dear leader, I want to see other scenery."

Their figures gradually turned into illusions, turned into dots, and entered the river.

——Going upstream in the long river of time,

I met you before I became an old enemy.

The summoner from that shore kissed the magician gently on the cheek.

"After sleeping for so long, I think it's time for you to wake up."

In the world of the undead, in the corridor of the palace, the lich opened his eyes.

Lin Wei clasped his shoulders with both hands and kissed him more deeply.The kiss gradually softened, like the moonlight of this night.

When they finally parted, their eyes met and they didn't know what to say.

Suddenly there was a strong soul wave downstairs, and they left the corridor in a hurry before they could organize any words after their reunion after a long absence.

The eyes of the goddess are opposite to the giant eyes of the dome, a peaceful contentment, the eyes will be closed but not closed.

The black-robed and silver-haired undead frowned, and walked to her side step by step. With each step, the confusion in his eyes became more and more serious, until finally, he returned to clarity.

He leaned down and gently covered Katanafia's eyes with his pale fingers.

"Although I redeemed you, I also harmed you." His voice echoed in the empty hall.

Dark magic formed beside him, and the flowing black air gathered into a sharp dagger, piercing the heart.

He was a powerful necromancer in his lifetime, and of course he knew how to get a second death.

"Since I harmed you, I will redeem you again." His soul gradually collapsed, and the contract between the two souls slowly fell apart.

If it is a natal contract, if one party dies, the other party will go with him.

Master-slave contract, when the slave dies, the master's soul is slightly injured.

Their contract is between the two, and the withdrawal of the contract directly severely damaged the soul of the goddess.

The vast and powerful light of the goddess soul light group slowly went out and became a small group, changing from the sun to the moon.

"She will wake up, but she will no longer be a psychic." Elvis looked at Lin Wei, his eyes were as unpredictable as his smile: "She has finally gained a new life, and she will soon be able to be a carefree little girl .”

The body of the necromancer dissipates along with the soul, returns to the star sea, and begins the never-ending death and rebirth.

Adrihiger walked in, sighed, hugged the goddess horizontally, and placed her on a warm blanket to protect her from the cold.

"He remembered—the goddess actually succeeded?" Lin Wei asked.

"This memory is not deep or clear in all his memories. The goddess tried to awaken emotions with emotions and memories with memories, but she could only reap all kinds of complicated and chaotic memories. He remembered it at the last moment." Ah Derichger said: "The memory has already disappeared with death, and if you insist on restoring it, most of the results will be this-well, except for you."

"His soul comes from the holy gun, and the inheritance did not pass through the Xinghai originally, but only with the blood of the family, which is neither complicated nor chaotic." Lin Weidao: "And this memory has just been experienced, vivid and profound, nothing can compare with it Compare."

"There's no need to show it off to me." Adrihiger squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "The harp is there, why don't you finish playing the music first."

That's right - they're going back soon.

Lin Wei came to the harp and started playing.

The music is flowing, this time it is not a trek, but a return home.

In the middle of the flick, the resistance of the rules reappeared, but the natal contract closely fused his soul with the soul of the renunciation, which directly increased the strength of his soul to the top of the star sea, so it was only slightly stagnant.

A graceful portamento ended the whole ballad, and the door of communication space was formed.

He pulled up the Lich beside him, and was about to walk in, but he heard Adrichig say: "Don't go."

"what happened?"

The tower owner looked at the gray-black vortex inside the door: "Do you know what will happen if you go in now?"

Lin Wei looked at him suspiciously: "Isn't it safe?"

"It's more than unsafe," said the tower owner. "We came here from the second time and space, but we can't go back the same way, just like the leaves falling from the branches, they won't fly back to the branches."

"The continent connected with this world has disappeared. If you go in now, you will enter a blank space, a void in time."

"What should I do?"

"The person in front of you happens to be a time magician. I need a little time to connect with time and space." Adrihiger pointed outside: "Now, it's your turn to protect me."

There is no need for Adrihiger to elaborate on what happened, the sound of rumbling footsteps and sharp screams has approached the hall.

The power of the goddess as a psychic on which this world depends for survival has disappeared, and all undead creatures have lost the rules to guide the soul and act entirely on instinct.

They will attack the outsiders and stop the drain of the dark elements and the hole to the outer world.

They walked out of the hall side by side, bone wings and black feathers came all over the sky, and the undead army composed of skeletons, liches, and night devils from the whole world approached heavily.

Lin Wei raised his head and looked at Duanyu.

A kiss landed lightly on his forehead.

He smiled contentedly.

The Lich condensed a bone spear in his hand, spread out huge wings behind him, and leaped into the air.

Behind him is the bone dragon, and the summoner on the dragon's back.

No one is more familiar with each other's battles than them, it is the memory engraved in the bones of the battlefield career, so no one can be as tacit as they are.

The blades in their hands were pointed at each other, and today—