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The high priest said that if the king killed the bull of heaven, he would be punished by God.

Gilgamesh snorted.

The damage caused by the Bull of Heaven was repaired little by little, and Uruk returned to its former peace and tranquility.

But every day, Qingliu felt that her body was getting colder. She knew that Gilgamesh and Enki were getting closer to the ending in the history books.

She tried to tell the story, no matter what the three of them thought about it, there would be a solution, but every time Qingliu wanted to tell the ending, something would stop her throat.

It wasn't that something was actually choking her, it was more like some sense of rules stopping her.

Qingliu didn't know if that was the so-called law, but she really couldn't speak.

She began to regret and even complain about why she had to travel across time.

If I didn't come I wouldn't know these people, if I didn't come I wouldn't suffer from it, if I didn't come I wouldn't... this damn old time.

But in the eyes of others, this kind of unspeakable entanglement is just that Qingliu seems to have become a little quieter and more entangled. Every day before going to bed, I have to go to see Enkidu, the first thing I do when I wake up. She is also going to see Enkidu, and she will go wherever Enki wants to go during the day, as if the person in front of her will disappear if she misses a glance.

In this era without suitable paints and brushes, Qingliu couldn't even make a portrait of Enkidu to preserve his soul.

Time is still passing unhurriedly, and will not stop because of anyone's entanglement and pain.

That day has finally come.

When the maid rushed in to report the funeral in a panic in the early morning, Qingliu had just woken up. She had always thought that she would cry, but when the day really came, she didn't.

Not to mention tears, she didn't even show any extra expression, she put on her clothes very naturally, after washing, she walked towards the palace led by the maid.

Gilgamesh was already there.

His expression looked very scary, as if he was going to rush up at any time to pull the god down and behead him to avenge his best friend, but he was still sitting on the chair he used to sit on, silently looking at the void a certain point.

Qingliu walked over slowly, then sat down at his feet, hugging her knees in a daze.

The king and the goddess' daughter sat quietly for a day and a night like this. At the dawn of the next day, Gilgamesh stood up from the chair, rubbed Qingliu's head very casually, and hugged her to the bed. chair, turned and went out.

Qingliu hugged her knees, slowly put her forehead on her knees, and stared at the darkness.

"It shouldn't be like this... It shouldn't be like this... I can obviously change it..." Her mind was in chaos, as if there were countless information jumping, flashing, and interlacing inside, but she stretched out her hand When I want to grab it, I can't catch anything, I can only hold a handful of air.

"Obviously I can change..." She repeatedly murmured in words that no one else could understand, looking a little nervous, "Obviously, obviously..."

The unspoken words stopped abruptly, Qingliu shrunk herself into a ball silently, she took a deep breath, warm tears burst out of her eyes suddenly, then she seemed to be unable to bear it anymore, and wailed without warning burst into tears.

She knew that no one would reach out to rub her head and hug her off the altar when she was in a panic.

It is said that they are sad, but in fact the two of them did not feel sad for too long, because there is still a whole country and people that need them to govern.

After Enkidu left, Qingliu accepted his affairs and disappeared without a trace all day long. Sometimes she wondered how Enkidu managed to handle these affairs properly while still paying attention. There is a lot of time coaxing her to play with Gilgamesh.

Gilgamesh's temper obviously became violent. According to the maid, it was a bit like before Enki came, but it was better than that time, because Qingliu was still persuading him.

Gilgamesh will always restrain himself when Qingliu is around.

Every time Gilgamesh lost his temper, the maids would pull Qingliu over in a panic, as if he was on fire to go to the fire brigade.

In fact, Qingliu didn't say anything to persuade him, she just walked up to Gilgamesh, took the clay tablet, sat down beside him, read it to him bit by bit, and asked what to do.

Gilgamesh seldom rubs her head anymore, as if rubbing her bald.

Then once even this trick didn't work, Qingliu stopped in front of the trembling maid, raised her face to look at the furious king, unscrupulously showing the palm prints on her face, her eyes were burning, and she almost wanted to quarrel with him .

"You can't expect the world to do what you want!" She almost screamed hysterically, but tears fell drop by drop, "You are afraid of death, but you are pushing others into the embrace of death!"

Then Gilgamesh became quiet, his blood-colored eyes reflected the girl's youthful face, exactly the same as when she first came to this world ten years ago, without any change.

After a while, Gilgamesh told Qingliu that he was going to find the elixir of life.

History will return to normal after all. You think you are a god who fiddles with the river of time, but in fact you are just a pebble thrown in the sea.

Never try to fight against the stubbornness of history.

I don't know where to read the words flashed across my mind abruptly, Qingliu put down the small carving knife in his hand, and carefully counted the things he needed to increase after Gilgamesh left with his fingers, and then calculated his own handling At the end of the business time, he raised his face and nodded with a smile.

"Okay." She sat obediently at his feet as before, raised her face and said with a smile, "Come back early."

So Gilgamesh set off.

Before setting off, he bent down and hugged Qingliu, and whispered something in her ear in an even older language, Qingliu seemed to see a piece of golden something slowly unfolding in front of his eyes in his confusion, and then quickly closed it.

The entire country fell into the hands of Qingliu, and she began to take the responsibility of the king on her shoulders little by little, sleeping only a few hours a day or not sleeping at all. The body that has not changed is also very suitable for her life, and there is no problem at all.

There has been no news of Gilgamesh, but occasionally there will be some messages that I don't know whether it is true or not, saying that the king has appeared somewhere.

Qingliu has always been calm and manages the entire country in an orderly manner.

After a whole year without news of Gilgamesh, Qingliu sighed and began to prepare to find a successor.

This is not an easy task. For example, there are not many people left in the royal family of this country. , she began to search in the family that had been combined with the royal family.

This move finally silenced the ministers who were slightly critical of her monopoly power.

After three months of searching, Qingliu found a six-year-old boy, and he couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief—if she dared to look for her among the common people, those ministers would definitely not care about her status, and would rush at her directly. Come up and swallow her alive.

One year and three months later, there was still no news of Gilgamesh.

Qingliu began to teach the child to learn.

It is true that she is a fat cockroach, but under the double teaching of Enkidu and Gilgamesh, she finally passed the test.

Three years and seven months later, when it was snowing heavily, Goddess Ningsun appeared and announced Gilgamesh's death, and handed a pure gold bracelet to Qingliu.

"We will meet again." The goddess who was slightly similar to Gilgamesh in appearance said gently.

"Can I go back?" Qingliu asked in a low voice, her chosen successor nestled quietly beside her, watching her teacher communicate with the gods in a daze, "I'm really fed up with this world."

Ningsun Goddess smiled and shook her head, then left.

"What are you looking at?" Qingliu snorted impatiently for his successor's head, "Continue engraving."

Another seven years passed, and the successor was 16 years old, Qingliu came to this world No. 20 years.

Of course, she still looks unchanged, Qing Liu even wonders whether she is going to live to modern times, right?

——How many years will I live? I'll go!

Time was still moving slowly, Qingliu held some kind of affection that others didn't understand, and waited until the successor's year to agree to his succession to the throne, completely letting go of the power in his hand.

In the same year, it happened to be the day she came to this world—of course Qingliu didn’t know this—the temple collapsed in a small earthquake, revealing a set of extremely gorgeous costumes hidden in the secret room.

Qingliu clapped his hands, and the heart of Azhai who had been sleeping for so many years revived in an instant, and he immediately understood the meaning contained in it. He immediately asked people to clean up the temple and rebuild it, and erected the collapsed altar.

It took half a year to rebuild the temple, and the altar was exactly the same as before.

That night, Qingliu happily put on the set of twelve sheets that she hadn't seen for 20 years, and dragged her students to the altar, chatting babblingly while waiting for the dawn to come.

"You must be a good king." This is the most said sentence.

"You can't record my existence." This is the second most spoken word.

Although she said she was fearless, after doing so much, Qingliu was still worried that what she would see when she went back would be a completely different world from what she remembered, so she might as well live until then.

"Teacher...can't you stay?" the successor asked in a low voice.

"Of course not, this is the will of the gods, how can you go against it." Blinking and blinking, Qing Liu smiled and said, "You are already an adult, you have to rely on yourself, and you can't rely too much on me."

"But I want the teacher to stay," said the successor.

"This..." Qingliu hesitated for a moment, and hugged the clothes in her arms tightly. It was her favorite set, and she was going to take it back for collection. "It's really not good."

Then, a sharp pain came from the heart.

"But I want the teacher to stay."

The successor still spoke in a low voice, even sounding a little timid, while ruthlessly handing the sword forward again.

Its daybreak.