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Di Xin stepped on the last stone step, and heard the voice of the Holy Spirit telling the entire endless island system that he had climbed the thousand-level holy step and had to enter the inner door.

He just heard these words on the stone steps two days ago, but the word "Di Xin" was replaced by his sister's name.

It is not difficult for Di Xin to ascend the thousand holy steps. In other words, the test of spiritual consciousness is not as exhausting as his body.

He will be an inner disciple from now on.

What an honor this is for them.

Di Xin let out a foul breath to calm down her excited mood, then raised her head and looked around at the place where she would live for the rest of her life.

Soon, he was surprised to find that the top of the holy mountain was pitifully small, with only half an mu of land at most, and he could see the end at a glance, and there were no fertile fields or houses on it.

No trees, not even people.

There is only a circle of thick white mist floating and flowing on the edge of the mountain like life, like balls of torn cotton.

There was also a shallow layer of water on the ground on the top of the mountain, and the sound of the gurgling water was mixed with vague whispers. Di Xin couldn't hear clearly, and didn't know what he was talking about.

The voice was very close, almost sticking to his ears, as if countless people were hiding behind the surrounding clouds, peeping at him quietly.

If you want to say that the only thing on the top of the mountain... which can barely be called a "thing", there is only a piece of land in the middle.

It was a piece of mud land, the soil was dark, and looked very fertile. It suddenly bulged in the middle of the mountain top, protruding from the water surface, as if all the water flowing out from the surrounding area originated from this land.

There is a single flower planted on the land. The flower looks very ordinary, but Di Xin is sure that she has never seen it on the island before.

Why are there only flowers here?

What about inner disciples?Where is his little sister?

A majestic and sacred voice suddenly sounded, and Di Xin recognized that it was the voice of Shengqi. It shrouded the surroundings, but Di Xin still couldn't see anyone.

He followed Sheng Qi's order and walked towards the mud in the middle of the mountain top. A small pink fish with fine scales got out of the soil shell on the side, just hit his toe and bounced.

Di Xin seemed to vaguely hear a soft groan at her feet.

He stopped to listen, and felt that it might be the rustling whispers around him.

He stepped onto the land from the water, and the soil under his feet was soft and damp, as if the acre of land he had just plowed behind the house could still be soaked by water.

The whispers became louder and louder, and Di Xin seemed to be able to hear the meaning contained in those ravings gradually. It was also Sheng Qi's voice, mixed with soft cries, they were saying, let him come to this flower.

So Di Xin walked over obediently.

The soil in front of the flowers does not seem to be that soft when you step on it, it is bulging, as if something is buried.

He lowered his head and looked at the muddy ground under his feet amidst the whistling cries.

There seemed to be something white emerging from the dark mud.

He lowered his head and flicked it with his hands, and saw two swollen fingers buried in the soil, which were human fingers.

The cry seemed to suddenly become clear, and Di Xin vaguely heard the little girl whimpering in the wind calling him: "Brother...Brother..."

Di Xin couldn't listen carefully, because his head became very heavy, as if his thin neck could no longer support the weight of his head, and finally sank down.

The land is suddenly very attractive.

But his consciousness became extremely clear, as if he broke away from the shackles of his body in an instant, rushed to the sky, and at the same time dived deep into the bottom of the water, scattered all over the place.

In a trance, Di Xin felt that he had the ability to perceive everything, and saw countless things that he couldn't understand.

The ground of the holy mountain was full of bones, and the pus-white dead flesh was peeled off from the bones, rolled from the mud particles into the shallow puddles, and turned into small fish with fine scales.

The scales are light pink, like the tender skin of a baby, or like the flesh on the white bones that has not yet shed blood, hidden into the texture, and turned into a fish again.

He also saw the chaotic consciousness entangled in the thick fog, they were like mud of different colors mixed into a pile, and they were like the hundreds of clothes worn by abandoned children.

They are stitched together from different individuals into a whole.

The little girl squeezed out half of her body from this weird and bloated indescribable consciousness, and cried to Dixin from a distance.

"Come... come..." There were men and women, old and young, who whispered in unison.

"Join us...be us..."

The little girl sank in, and her crying gradually became weaker.

"Brother...Brother..." She sobbed, her voice was soft, "Come...come to me..."

Di Xin fell to the ground at some point, half of her body had already sunk into the soil, as if she wanted to merge with the ground.

His thinking became infinitely broad, knowledge he had never understood appeared in his mind, and mountains, rivers and lakes he had never stepped into were by his side.

This feeling of lightness is very strange, as if there are countless selves, thus forming the self.

Suddenly, the wet soil peeled off due to his fall, Di Xin's side face was tightly pressed against the ground, the little girl's face was buried in the mud on his chest, her empty gray eyes were silent. Jing looked at him.

They are too greedy. The Endless Sea Sacred Mountain has not welcomed two climbers in such a short period of time, so Di Xin saw the corpses of the predecessors before they were completely digested.

The wonderful feeling was suddenly broken, and the feeling of omniscience made Di Zhao instantly understand the meaning behind the holy mountain.

A lonely little flower waved its leaves innocently in front of him.

Fear scrambled to break out of the shell, and Di Xin struggled to pull his head off the ground, and the severe pain tore his scalp.

When it rises and falls, it seems that some kind of translucent crystal thread is pulled between the head and the ground, as if the syrup of candied apples will stick to the bottom of the pot, and a part of Di Xin stays here forever.

A tidal wave of fear suffocated him.

"I can't, huh... I can't go to the holy mountain..." He mumbled in a daze.

"--don't want."

Di Xin stumbled and got up and fled.

"Don't go to the Holy Mountain!"

He stepped on the ground and fell down the thousand steps.

The figure rolled down the steps unconsciously, like a heavy rag sack.

Yan Fangyu's expression tightened: "It's Dixin."

He took a step forward to shake off the folding fan, and with a wave of his hand, Di Xingao, who was halfway down, was thrown up, and landed in front of them lightly like a feather.

"Xiao Xin!" Di Zhao's complexion changed drastically, and he quickly took his younger brother into his arms, "What's going on?! Xiao Xin, didn't you go to the holy mountain?"

Di Xin was at the Foundation Establishment stage, and was only a semi-immortal body. Although he did not die when he fell from such a high place, he broke more than ten bones.

He lay in his sister's arms in a position that was impossible for ordinary people to twist into, his limbs curled up, like the indescribable suture of consciousness he saw on the holy mountain.

"You can't go to the holy mountain... lie..." Di Xin was confused, tears rolled down her bloody face, "it's a scam... woo..."

Yan Fangyu asked from the side: "What did you see on it?"

"Little sister...Little sister..." He gasped in pain, "Dead—everyone, dead...!"

Di Zhao was shocked: "What is dead! Didn't Xiao Xiao just go up the mountain?!"

Di Xin was soft in her sister's arms, her eyes were distracted, and she couldn't say a complete sentence, only murmured fragmented words.

Di Zhao burst into tears: "What the hell is going on—Xiao Xin—!"

Tian Yuxue hugged the snow leopard and said abruptly, "Half of his consciousness has been stripped off."

Di Zhao looked at him blankly with tears in his eyes.

"Om-"

Sheng Qi's divine voice of sympathy shrouded it.

Di Xin shook suddenly.

"Disciple Dixin, disciple Dixin—" Sheng Qi repeated his name as if stuck, and bewitched, "Come, come—"

However, Di Xin suddenly screamed and covered her head with her unbroken hand.

"Di Xin - Di Xin -"

There were rustling whispers around them, figures behind the mist approached them stepping on the thin water, each with the same pair of gloomy eyes.

Di Zhao suddenly lowered his head stiffly, his younger brother's pale face was reflected in his hollow pupils.

"Di—" she called out in the same dull tone as the others, "Di Xin—"

Xue Yu froze, and subconsciously took half a step back, bumping into Tian Yuxue's arm holding Snow Leopard with his back.

"--brush!"

The thin water pool on the ground suddenly receded a few feet, and the field of vision was suddenly clear, like a semicircular hood covering them, and the thick water vapor had been isolated.

The dampness in Xue Yu's nose faded, and the air became obviously dry.

Di Xin stopped whispering, her eyes were blank.

"brush!"

Two bunches of blood suddenly exploded from the foreheads of the two sisters and brothers of the Di family, and they both let out a short scream at the same time. The azure sapphire inlaid on the forehead had been cut off, leaving two bloody holes.

The gem was buried so deep that when it was cut off, the mosaic indentation left on the bone could be vaguely seen.

Yan Fangyu was taken aback: "Master..."

Cen Shu slightly raised his hand to stop him: "Go!"

Fanshou Xinghe roared out, and in a blink of an eye, it carried several people and flew to the island below.

In an instant, they had landed back in the small courtyard of Di's house.

The water barrier is still there, and thick water vapor condenses outside the invisible barrier, flowing down like rainwater hitting the glass.

Yan Fangyu supported the bloodied siblings, and Chi asked Cen Shu, "Should we find a safer place..."

"It's useless." Tian Yuxue's face was as white as a person made of wax, and the blood had long since disappeared, "It has already discovered us."

Yan Fangyu: "'It'?"

Before Tian Yuxue could answer, Di Zhao groaned in a low voice: "...What is this...?"

She can hear the whispers that once rang in the ears of Tian Yuxue and Di Xin.

The raving was hidden in the surrounding water vapor, and was separated by a barrier, so she couldn't hear it clearly.

"This is your sacred revelation." Tian Yuxue said flatly, "There is a part of it in your gems."

Di Zhao held her forehead and did not speak. Her wound showed signs of healing during the ups and downs, but her skull could not recover by itself due to long-term defects.

Xue Yu thought for a moment: "You mean someone is controlling them with the jewel on their forehead?"

Tian Yuxue gave a soft "hmm".

"This is our Endless Sea Sacred Stone..." Di Zhao said weakly, "Every outer disciple must put it on his forehead when he enters. First, it protects the Lingfu, and second, it can improve spiritual consciousness."

"Xianjun dug up my holy stone, and my spiritual consciousness dropped by [-]%."

"You said this voice was Shengqi..." She continued to mutter, "But why did I hear Xiaoxiao's voice inside...? And..."

There are also children who have been sent up the mountain by her own hands for so many years. Among the sticky ravings like the rainy season in the south, Di Zhao can hear the voices of countless people she used to be familiar with.

Di Zhao couldn't understand their words at all.

She lowered her head and hugged Di Xin in her arms almost instinctively, while the latter's eyes were closed, and the thick bones could still be seen in the hole on his forehead.

None of the people present knew any medical skills, so he could only continue to lie with his limbs twisted like this.

Di Zhao seemed a little dazed in the successive blows, she softly called her younger brother's name: "Xiaoxin...Xiaoxin...what the hell is going on...?"

"Half of his consciousness was stripped off on the holy mountain." Tian Yuxue repeated what she had said before, and there seemed to be some pity in her usually flat voice.

Di Zhao once told them in person that if they don't have complete consciousness, they will be unconscious and stupid, and this is exactly the case for Di Xin at this time.

Cen Shu knew that Tian Yuxue's spiritual consciousness was strong, so he asked him, "What else do you know?"

Tian Yuxue shook her head: "The fog is too thick."

He couldn't see the mountains.

Cen Shu thought for a moment, and flicked on Di Xin with his fingers.

Hearing the teeth-stinging "cracking" sound of bones, Di Xin's broken and twisted body gradually returned to normal. The wound on her forehead was only a finger-sized depression, and she opened her eyes.

"Xiao Xin!"

"Don't be too busy." Yan Fangyu poured cold water, "This is my sect's way of borrowing luck. At this time, he is only temporarily sober. When things happen on the island, you have to find a famous doctor. Give him a cure."

This is the same method that Cen Shu used when he gave Xue Yuxiu a cover-up cloth back then, he borrowed and paid back.

"Elder Sister..." Dixin's consciousness is still not very clear, "I can't go to the holy mountain... I can't go to the holy mountain... I can't go to the holy mountain..."

Di Zhao's tears wet the blood on his face: "What happened on the mountain...?"

There was deep fear in Di Xin's eyes: "They are together...all together...become a monster. They want to turn me into a monster, together..."

He speaks upside down, and it is difficult to sort out the logic. Even the future Di Xin will always look half crazy and half stupid because of the damage of his consciousness.

"You mean there is a monster that devours consciousness on the top of the mountain, and he ate everyone?" Di Zhao asked tremblingly.

"No, no—!" Di Xin gasped loudly, "The monster is everyone, everyone knows everything, no—that's not, it's not a monster—it's—"

He calmed down suddenly, and spit out a word with his eyes wide open: "God."

This word is too intriguing, especially when it comes from a lunatic.

No one spoke anymore, and for a while there was only the sound of Di Xin's heavy breathing in the room.

"You mean—the consciousness of all people—I mean the consciousness of God, fused together?" Xue Yu couldn't hold it back after holding back for a long time, and said with deep doubts, "The boss of your endless sea, the name won't It's called Ikori Hall, right?"

What the hell are you doing, this is to come up with a "monk completion plan"?

Di Xin looked at him blankly.

Di Zhao was also at a loss: "No..."

Xue Yu quickly waved his hand: "I'm just joking, you guys continue."

Di Zhao didn't care, but thoughtfully said: "Actually, the holy stone can make all the disciples of Endless Sea communicate with each other. No matter how far apart they are, it's like staying in the same room."

Xue Yu recalled all the tacit understandings of the endless sea monks. For example, someone greeted Di Zhao at the entrance without notice, and these endless sea disciples never took the initiative to ask them who these strangers were, as if they knew that someone was coming.

It turned out that they had a public chat room in Endless Sea, and Di Zhao had greeted them in it when he came home.

"So the inner disciples on the holy mountain, they didn't use the holy stone to assist them, and their spiritual consciousness was fused together." She said softly, "Do they still know who they are?"

"Dead...dead." Di Xin whimpered, "Everyone is dead."

In his endless murmurs, everyone roughly pieced together some kind of truth.

This is not a fusion, but an assimilation.

The sharing of knowledge by all is omniscience, and every extra piece of divine consciousness is an extra piece of wisdom.They share minds and brains, all are one, and one is all at the same time.

At the moment of death, the pilgrim also received a kind of eternal life.

All ascetics seek the Dao, and they all seek it but fail.

800 years ago, the power on land cleared the world and sought the well-being of the monks of later generations, while the Endless Sea Sacred Mountain abandoned its body and created a "god" by itself.

"They're in the sea, in the water..."

Spiritual consciousness is formless and formless, without the body as a medium, it will be loose in the air, so this huge group of spiritual consciousness has to rely on water.

Sea water, the endless sea water envelops the land and enters the rivers, listening to the world outside the island system.

Di Zhao's face turned pale.

Shengqi taught them how to build a house, how to farm, and taught them etiquette of poetry and writing.Shengqi could tell them the answer to any weird question. Outer sect disciples grew up with such enlightenment from elders, and they have truly enshrined Shengqi as a god.

But there are no gods on the holy mountain, only monsters.

Yan Fangyu was a little puzzled: "According to what you said, this 'god' is the better to eat as much as possible, but it is clearly scattered everywhere along the sea, why only attack your outer disciples who climbed the mountain?"

"Flowers... flowers." Dixin muttered, "It can't separate and bloom its consciousness, it's flowers."

The atmosphere in the room was suffocated, and Xue Yu exchanged glances with Yan Fangyu.

Ghosts and gods make changes.

It turns out that this group of consciousness is not willing to shrink back into a corner, but because no matter how powerful it is, it cannot directly strip other people's consciousness from the body, so it can only rely on external force.

Xue Yu has always been a ghost and a god, and Pi Yi is very good at pulling out poison, but he didn't expect that he could even give the spiritual consciousness in the Lingfu together, which is so terrifying.

"The leading palace—the leading palace—"

The ethereal calls of the children suddenly sounded in the distance, and it finally controlled the grain reserves and went down the river in a boat to find them.

The voices of the boys and girls who have not yet changed their voices are light and indistinguishable, just like the holy voice that sounded before.

Everyone subconsciously held their breath and quieted down, listening to the movement in the distance.

"elder brother."

The girl's sweet voice suddenly exploded.

It's standing outside the door.

"Small, little...sister...?" Di Xin slowly raised her head.

"Brother, I'm not dead." The voice outside the door was soft and soft, "Sister, I'm not dead."

Yan Fangyu opened the door, and saw a little girl standing in the middle of the small courtyard surrounded by fences. Her eyes were wide open and her mouth was wide open. The sound of flute came from the black throat.

"I'm right there."

The girl stiffly raised her arm and pointed to the waterway where the boat was sailing.

The dazed Di Xin seemed to have sensed something, and suddenly jumped out of her sister's arms and ran towards the river.

He flew out of the dry area like an off-string arrow, and the water vapor chased Di Xin like a jackal smelling blood, and a cloud-like mist condensed behind him, biting his heels.

Di Xin became shorter and shorter as she ran, her legs were broken, her ribs turned out, and the familiar hole appeared on her forehead again.

When he rushed to the water bank, he had recovered the previous appearance of broken bones and stumps.

Di Zhao cried out heartbreakingly: "Xiao Xin!"

She wanted to catch up with her younger brother, but was stopped by Yan Fangyu.

He looked at Cen Shu, who shook his head slightly.

Cen Shu did not undo the spell. When Di Xin rushed out of the door, the luck he borrowed from the sky had come to an end.

A few finger-long pink fish swim in the clear water, stop at the place closest to their home, and bump into the river bank in the direction of their home as if ignorant.

Di Xin's intact arm went deep into the water and touched the small fish's thin scales, and the little pink fish clumsily surrounded her, and lightly pecked Di Xin's palm with her small mouth as big as a sesame seed.

The blood on his face was mixed with tears, sobbing: "Little sister..."

The school of fish swung their tails and abandoned Di Xin's hand to eat the blood he fell into the water.

The ghosts and gods Piyi peeled off the spiritual consciousness of the pilgrims, but those weak parts that were attached to the flesh|body, such as the instincts of drinking water when thirsty and dressing when cold, were discarded by it, remaining in the flesh and blood, and turned into fish.

Even if it is instinct, she wants to go home.

"I'm here." The girl said softly, "Didn't we just meet yesterday?"

The one I met yesterday was the plate of fried fish on the table.

Di Zhao covered his mouth and spat it out.

Amidst her sister's retching and her brother's whimpering, the girl continued, "We will never be apart, brother—"

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly let out a scream, and blood flowed profusely from her forehead.

Yan Fangyu peeled off her gems with a sullen face.

The girl's eyes were clear for a moment, then filled with bewilderment and fear: "...what's the voice?"

Di Zhao stood up strongly, trying to pull the girl back, but suddenly she screamed and fell to the ground, clutching her head and rolling.

Even Yan Fangyu was taken aback: "What's the matter—is there any special technique needed to take this gem?"

"No." Tian Yuxue couldn't bear it, "It's because she is too fragile to face it directly."

The girl was covered in dirt, and soon started scratching herself, and the exposed skin was quickly scratched by nails, and it was bloody.

After a few breaths, she screamed and split her vocal cords, scratched her fingers into the flesh, turned up her ten nails, exposing the white bones.

The carotid artery was severed by herself, and the bright red blood formed a small pool under the girl's body, and she soon became immobile.

Di Zhao even forgot to vomit, and just stared blankly at the girl who no longer twitched not far away.

Xue Yu recognized her. When they returned to the Endless Sea that day, she was also one of the children cheering like elves, but now she turned into a bloody corpse.

"Your holy stone is not only a tool for manipulation, but also a barrier." Tian Yuxue said.

The children chosen by Shengqi have a keenness that is different from ordinary people. This sensitivity allows them to detect things that ordinary people cannot detect, but they are also more vulnerable to these things.

"elder sister."

Those outer disciples who came in small boats appeared, their black mouths opened wide, calling for her in unison.

"We will never be apart."

Dixin on the bank of the river suddenly cried out, picked up a small fish from the water, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed vigorously.

The little pink fish in the water seemed unaware of the disaster that was coming to them. Di Xin didn't let go of her hand, and they continued to bump into the river bank next to their house foolishly.

Di Zhao knelt down on the ground weakly, walked a few steps with hunched knees with difficulty, but saw his brother's head hanging lower and lower by the river bank.

Immediately after a "plop", Di Xin's muddy body rolled into the water.

Di Zhao let out a howl like a trapped animal.

The white water splashed, pushing his body upstream, and a few small pink fish loomed among the vast waves.

The mouths of the children on the bank opened even wider. It knew that these children were no threat to them, so it just surrounded them from afar.

The wind gradually blows in the forest, bringing a "rustling" sound of leaves.

The voice was getting louder and louder, and it sounded like some kind of whispering in the ears.

Xue Yu's expression became strange: "Did you hear this voice?"

Hearing another "swipe", the water vapor around them suddenly bounced outwards, Cen Shu set up three layers of barriers, and they were in the center, so dry that their throats were on fire.

The dense fog on the holy mountain fell here at some unknown time, and it was just about to move outside the barrier.

The ravings grew louder.

Tian Yuxue panted in pain: "It's useless, it can not only stay in the water."

Everyone's faces were ugly, but even if others could persist, Xue Yu had already squatted on the ground with his head in his arms.

He hasn't cultivated the spiritual consciousness of the Lingfu at all, and he is extremely vulnerable in front of it.

Cen Shu wrapped Xue Yu's arms with one hand and pulled him into his arms, Xinghe was already in his palm: "Let's go!"

Tian Yanzong is not good at this way, even Cen Shu can't protect him this time, so he can only leave the endless sea.

Yan Fangyu gritted his teeth: "Master takes the younger brother to go first, I will go up!"

"You are not good at this way, take me up." Di Zhao stood up trembling on his knees, "You want that flower, right?"

Yan Fangyu waved his big fan to let Di Zhao step on him: "Then let's go together!"

A small pale hand suddenly blocked their way.

"Let me come."

The snow leopard had already been taken back by Cen Shu, and Tian Yuxue stood alone, all in white, looking a little lonely.

Xue Yu seemed to sense something in the dark, he turned around and looked over, and saw Tian Yuxue's face seemed to light up suddenly.

This is not an illusion, it is the skylight that shines through his face, reflecting his whole body.

Xue Yu didn't react a little: "...Axue?"

Tian Yuxue looked at him, with some reluctance in her glazed eyes.

His handsome facial features blurred, and his snow-white skin gradually became as transparent as spar.

He seemed to be turning into a stone.

"Wait, wait! What does this mean?"

Xue Yu broke free from Cen Shu's hand and jumped off the ground, stumbling towards the sky and running towards Yuxue.

Tian Yuxue didn't seem to be able to move anymore, but when Xue Yu bumped her head in, she fell straight backwards, and was pulled by his arm hastily.

Xue Yu had held Tian Yuxue's hand many times, it was soft and warm, and it was a human hand.

At this time, his arm was hard and cool, like a stone.

Xue Yu understood something in a blink of an eye, and he dared not say it: "Impossible! Tian Xingzi is not here, who told you?"

Tian Yuxue was quiet, as if he could not speak at this time.

"Wait! You are a human, you are a human! Don't turn into a stone!" He subconsciously rubbed Tian Yuxue's dead arm, and when he found that he couldn't rub it warm, he looked at Cen Shu helplessly, "Master! Master Help!"

Tian Yuxue's hard fingers hooked Xue Yu's palm.

He was completely transparent, and when he lay on Xue Yu's lap, he looked like a crystal doll in clothes.

Jing Shi couldn't speak, but there was still an intermittent voice coming from Tian Yuxue: "I only hate...Axue's life is too short, and I haven't...haven't become a 'person' yet..."

Xue Yu suddenly shed tears, drop by drop falling on Tian Yuxue's clear face.

"If there is an afterlife..."

The little fluorite in the past still had a little consciousness before it dissipated. He said that if there is an afterlife, he only wishes to be reborn as a grass or a stone, not a human being.

"I wish to be entrusted to become the younger brother of the big brother, those mountains and rivers... I haven't seen the beautiful things..." Tian Yuxue said to himself, "I..."

"I haven't asked you yet—" Xue Yu sobbed, "Do you want to follow me and master, follow the panda who can build houses and cook, or go to my senior brother? My senior brother always likes children , Ah Xue was born so exquisite and cute, the eldest brother must like it very much."

"I haven't asked you, I haven't had time to ask you—"

He hasn't had time to treat Tian Yuxue as a human being.

Xue Yu burst into tears: "Why...? I don't need you to turn into a stone!"

Tian Yuxue said softly: "Since I have turned into a human being, I am a human being...Even if I can't decide how to live, I have to decide how to die..."

Xue Yu froze solidly, his eyes widened, tears flowed down quietly, even choked in his throat.

The snow-white and transparent fluorite raised its neck slightly, touching Xue Yu's drooping head.

"I am very happy to be a stone of my big brother."

Xue Yu's forehead felt cold, and within a moment of touching, the fluorite melted into the center of his brow like a liquid.

He was so light, only a pair of empty clothes were left behind, and when they were scattered in Xue Yu's arms, it seemed as if he hadn't left yet.

The author has something to say: I scratched my head while writing this chapter, feeling that I have not been able to write clearly.

I'm a little sleepy, I'll explain it carefully when I wake up tomorrow