He cried himself into cat cake

What should I do next?

Mu Ge didn't know, he tried to go back to the home where he lived for a thousand years, but all the altars were burnt down in that battle, and later the words and spirits reversed time, and for some reason, they were not repaired.

He couldn't find his way home at all.

All the people who died during the war were resurrected by reverse time, except for Yu and his grandma.

Everywhere in the world, everyone who has ever had a relationship with him seems to have forgotten him.

The only home that Houqing left to him also disappeared into the dust with the death of the God of God.

The world is vast, and it seems that any place can be used as a residence.

But he has no home.

There are no relatives, no one who always bullies him and makes him hate.

Clean and alone.

Floating around, the moon is falling.

No one saw him, and no one remembered him.

He seems to have the appearance of a soul now.

I don't know if it's the sequelae caused by Emperor Jun's divine descent, or something else.

He wandered around the world for a few days, and then, on the day when the gate of hell was opened, he followed a ghost messenger into Fengdu.

I don't know why, but for the time being, let's call it intuition.

As far as the eye can see, thousands of miles of loess, Huangquan still looks the same.

Mu Ge walked slowly along the Santu River, and when he reached Wangchuan, he saw an orderly procession on the Naihe Bridge from a distance.

The old woman with a stooped figure silently handed over the soup bowl, and those who were waiting took it, swallowed it silently, and reincarnated.

Mu Ge walked up and watched quietly.

"Why are you here?" the old woman asked him.

"...I have nowhere to go," Mu Ge replied muttering, squatting at her feet, "I can't spend money, and I don't know how to work as a human being. I also eat a lot and have a bad temper..."

"Then let's go to the Black Forest." The old woman took the returned soup bowl, "Maybe we can find a place to live."

In the past, in order to complete the plan faster, Zhuan Xu, the God of God, divided his soul into three. Hou Qing, Ying Gou, and Han Yan each got a share.

Mu Ge stepped into the depths of the jungle, crawling in the thick fog, unable to see his fingers.

"I heard that black and white impermanence said that the sea of ​​Ming was suddenly frozen for some reason a few days ago."

Among them, the Hanba is the most terrifying, and the places where it passes are thousands of miles of red land. For this reason, human beings drove them to the far northwest.

After that, for some reason, he was imprisoned in the deepest sea of ​​darkness in the No.18 prison.

"It is said that all the mandala flowers there disappeared overnight," Po Meng wiped the soup on her hands, "Do you want to go and have a look?"

Mu Ge: "..."

"If you want to go, then go now. The judge has always disliked that the extreme cold hell is not big enough, and seems to want to use it for public use."

Stepping out of the dark forest, looking around, as far as the eye can see, thousands of miles are frozen.

An ethereal shadow stood far away on the lake, with white clothes and black hair. When he turned around, his scarlet pupils looked like the most vicious ghost in the depths of the sea of ​​blood.

Standing on the shore, Mu Ge watched him turn around and walk towards him step by step.

Just like the white clothes who stepped on the moon when he was hungry and wept in front of the river on a certain moonlit night.

"Crying...is it fun?" Human Shadow said.

For a moment, it was as if time went back, the gentlest moon blowing across the West River, the swaying shadows of the reeds, and the softest rustling gentleness when the wind passed over the treetops.

Mu Ge touched the corner of his eyes subconsciously.

"Bah, I can't cry in human form, and you lied to me again."

"You obviously cried."

"no!"

"But your eyes are red."

"I said no!"

"But you..."

"It's just that the moonlight is beautiful tonight, not even the clouds cover it, and so is the wind, which doesn't blow the clouds, so..."

This is the most terrifying hell deep in the ground, even the moon in the sky is scarlet.

The figure watched quietly, and after a while, sighed, "...that wind is really gentle."

[The author has something to say: The moonlight is so beautiful tonight, and the wind is gentle——by Mr. Natsume Sushi

The moonlight is so beautiful tonight, which is equivalent to I love you. If the other party also likes you, then you can reply to the wind and be gentle.

I am really sorry to my former readers for procrastinating for a year or two. My casualness and indulgence are really irresponsible to you, sorry.Although no one has read it until now, but finally, it is possible to draw an end to this imperfect, even bug-filled story.This is the end of the cat cake. 】