Don't panic, the leader of rebirth

My name is Wan Yi.

I'm a little upset.

As an old witch who once founded the ancient country of Carthage, I am now imprisoned.

Unhappy.

Wan Yi opened his eyes, there was a faint smell of rice in his nose, and Yuan Ze's rambling voice in his ears, Wan Yi felt bored.

Wuchen and Yuelin established the Yanbei Dynasty as predicted, with a unified currency, a unified language, and units of measurement, and everything became orderly.

Today is the celebration of the [-]th anniversary of the founding of Yanbei. Early in the morning, a salute has already been fired outside. The salute is different from the artillery used on the battlefield, and it is not lethal. The first shot of the salute was fired, and Wan Yi was holding the meal brought by the maid. After eating two bites in a hurry, he quickly put on his clothes and went out.

Meng, who was wrapped around her wrist, scratched herself, and Wan Yi pulled away her sleeves to endanger the little guy wrapped around her arm, and said, "Be good and be obedient."

Meng nodded obediently, wrapping around Wan Yi's arm obediently, taking a closer look at her old friend, with horns like a deer, head like a camel, eyes like a rabbit, neck like a snake, belly like a mirage, scales like a fish, claws like an eagle , palms like a tiger, ears like a cow, that small appearance is really likable.

Wan Yi suddenly remembered that Yue Lin once asked him to carve a piece of jasper, and that jasper was said to be used to make a seal, and every time he had something to convey, he could see that the seal was printed with red letters.

After eating and attending the court meeting, the red carpet stretches down the steps, with thousands of miles of red silk.

Looking at Yuanze who was about to take her away, Wan Yi felt a little irritable, thinking about Wan Yi turned around, disappeared into the crowd, and walked around the bend.

Yuanze is 50 years old this year, and his temples have gray hair.

Looking at his own appearance reflected in the water, he still looked like when he was seventeen or eighteen years old.

Wan Yi met Yue Lin when he was passing Changyuan Hall, at this time Yue Lin's hair started to turn gray, and his body was not as good as before.

"Wan Yi, why are you here? I saw Yuan Ze was looking for you." Yue Lin asked with a smile on his face.

Seeing Yue Lin, Wan Yi suddenly remembered that when Yue Lin and Wu Chen discovered his true identity, he asked Yue Lin if he wanted to return to his original place, and Yue Lin gave him the answer.

"Yue Lin, you stay here, do you regret it?"

"If it were in your world, wouldn't it be better than here?" Wan Yi looked at Yue Lin in a trance, and asked after thinking for a moment.

Yue Lin didn't expect Wan Yi to ask this question, thought for a while and said: "I don't know if it's good or not, but I know I can't bear to part with Wu Chen. I don't think it's easy to find someone I like. If possible, I want to be with you all the time. he."

Wu Chen walked towards him, and seeing Wan Yi standing beside Yue Lin, he didn't show a good face. He still hated Wan Yi's idea of ​​giving Yue Lin the idea of ​​sending Yue Lin home. It was as dark as ink, and the little nephew Wu Yao who was beside him felt the low air pressure and immediately asked Yue Lin for help.

Yue Lin laughed and said: "Okay, what are you doing with a dark face, scaring Yao'er! Wait until Ugu will be unhappy again."

Wu Chen narrowed his eyes and looked at Wan Yi who saw him running away with his tail between his legs, snorted and said, "Don't stay with this Wan Yi all the time, it's not a good thing."

Yue Lin looked at Wu Chen, raised his forehead and said, "Don't say that about Wan Yi, if Wan Yi hadn't sent you a message with a messenger bird, I would have died in Yanbei City long ago."

Hearing this, Wu Chen muttered dissatisfiedly: "Then why didn't you say anything about him manipulating Jing Hong's body to lure you to Xiangsui City?"

"I just remembered that he saved me, what's wrong?! You are so stingy!"

"Wu Chen, I said you can't treat Wan Yi better?"

"What to do with him?"

"Wan Yi is very lonely."

How could an immortal person not be lonely?

Friends, partners, and lovers will leave him one by one. All he can do is to live hard, bury those who have passed away, and put them in an invisible corner.

Ten years later—

Wan Yi looked at the heavy snow and Yuan Ze, who was already very old at this time, with a dazed expression.

"Yuanze?"

He whispered the old man's name softly, but unfortunately the other party was already out of breath.

Another round?

All familiar people have left.

In the third year of Yuanze's death, Wan Yi did not go out to travel the mountains and rivers, but stayed in Shuiyuan City, where he picked up the little Yuanze.

Wan Yi, who was walking on the corner of the street, was suddenly held tightly by the corner of his clothes by a child. The child's mother saw that Wan Yi's clothes were gorgeous, and he was obviously a powerful person. She panicked and knelt down to pray: " My lord, please forgive my child, he has been crazy since he was a child..."

Although Wan Yi was displeased, he was not mad enough to do anything to a three or four-year-old child. He looked at the child, and saw that the child was also looking at him.

"Wan Yi, long time no see." It was a childish face, and he showed a sweet smile.

"Yuanze, call me father."

"It's just a adoptive father."

"That's the father too."

Wan Yi felt that the ancestor god probably heard her prayer.

My ancestors, thank you for your kindness.

The author has something to say:

Later, I started to write the story of Hei Yan.