When Jianxiu came to the Western Fantasy Continent

"Are you going to stay here?"

"Yes."

"But the God of Light has just been destroyed. Although it is hidden here, it is too close to the ruins of the Holy See. Maybe Sanjiang City is a good place..."

"He hates Sanjiang."

"what……"

……

"We are about to leave, there are still many things waiting to be dealt with, this continent will face a new era..."

"..."

"Are you really not going with us? At least he will be safer under our protection."

"no thank you."

"Hey~ Drow, if you think about it, he will get better..."

"Yes, he will."

……

"I will remember everything you did."

"You're welcome."

"...will he recover?"

"Yes, I should..."

"Good luck, my friend. I... envy you..."

"..."

One figure after another left him, the camp became empty, and finally turned into nothing, leaving only green pines and verdant cypresses.Dark fingers brushed the fair cheeks.

"My dear, when will you open your eyes?"

The figure was motionless, and seemed to have stopped breathing.But he knew that this person hadn't left yet, he was a magical mage from another world, how could he just leave like this...

……

"Ha, are you still here?!"

"It's over? It's only been 20 years..."

"That's right! With my prophecy Dafa, what else can escape calculation?!" Wei Dun asked, "Is he awake?"

"Not yet, but the power of elemental fluctuations can be seen in him."

"It's been a long time..." sighed, "I always feel that there should be a better way..."

"..."

"Oh... old man, what do you think?"

"This is beyond our control." Pause, "But it's a pity, he didn't wake up, and I want to ask him a question..."

"It's still your question of elemental equivalents? It's okay, old man, you have already got the answer yourself, why bother to ask for proof!"

"If that's true, since the magic has dissipated, the power of the elements is being consumed by the increasing group of mages year by year, then hundreds of years later, will there still be mages? Will there still be elements for us to squander?"

"Anyway, 500 years ago, forbidden curses could rarely be released. What we lack is not the geniuses of the past, but the conditions for casting spells... He once said that there are very few mages in other worlds, and the gods are also very few. Is it because of this that you don't live on that plane?"

"It's a pity we can't ask the answer..."

The two old men fell silent, their stooped shoulders seemed to have collapsed slightly.

"We're too old to wait for him to wake up again."

"Ah, I'm really envious, you guys who don't age, these species that extract life from the rules of the world, how I think..."

"All right, Casper. All right."

(There is a sound of Xisuo's sleeves rubbing and sniffling)

"Drow, this may be the last time we see you. If he wakes up in the next 20 years, don't forget to let him visit our old bones."

"I will."

"Oh, what a pity... what a pity..."

Following a wave of magic, the two figures, one gray and one black, disappeared.The still slender black fingers lightly brushed the still fair cheeks.

"Did you hear that? My dear..."

……

……

"Grandpa! Grandpa! Don't go so fast!"

"You are walking too slowly!"

"But you promised me to take a break when I got to Kawasun!"

"Not long in front is the ruins, don't you want to see it?"

"The ruins! The place of punishment of the false god?!"

"That's right, it's the former site of the Holy See of Light. That terrifying subsidence will make everyone feel awed..." Pause, "I told you about the story of me following the Holy King to defeat false gods, right?"

"Oh my god, isn't it going to start again?"

"You stinking brat! I am also a member of the Thorn Knights!"

"That was all decades ago... Oh! Don't start!"

(frolicking)

"It's been almost 40 years..." sighed, "It's been 40 years since the fall of the false gods and the return of fighting spirit to the human world. The scene of that year is still vivid in my memory, the holy king raised the holy sword, and the white fighting spirit flowed from above. Yi San, so heroic, so fearless, he led us to victory, a victory with little chance of winning..."

"pity……"

"pity……"

(a silence)

"Although the Holy King has left no heirs, the kingdom he bestowed on us is still there, our desert capital..."

"Although you are always so wordy, but... don't worry, I will pass the test! Walsen is the place with the most fighting spirit on this continent, and I will pass the knight test!"

"Then join the Thorn Knights?"

"Then join the Knights of Thorns!"

"Haha, good boy!"

Two figures, one old and one young, left slowly, and a person stood up from the shadows, watching them silently.

"Is the knight gone too?"

He didn't stop, and ran straight forward, there was still someone he wanted to protect.

……

……

A large piece of green field covered up the ruins of the past, and the trees became more lush, covering the small hill.In this isolated mountain, the world is changing rapidly. Some people are born and others die.Some past stories turned into legends, others were buried by history.The pattern of the world has been turned upside down, the dragon reappeared, the heroes swayed their fighting spirit to fight in all directions, and the mage slowly lowered his noble head in the restlessness... The wheel that lost control is still rolling forward.

It's just that in some places, with some people, it doesn't matter.

His fingers lightly brushed the face that never changed, and the silver hair leaned against the black robe.

"My dear Taoist priest, when will you wake up?"