stop for me

150 eight

Huang Shang closed his eyes.

He felt that the world was very quiet.

His soul power gathered in the white pupils slowly merged into his body, and with it was the memory of that long lifespan.

He never thought about why he was born with a fairy bone, the eyes with white pupils that others have worked so hard to get, and the loyalty of the powerful but bloodthirsty Myriad Ghost Banner.

The soul fire in his palm became more and more dimmer, and finally merged into the huge blue-black disk under Huang Shang's body filled with inscriptions.

Candle Yin, living under the Zhongshan Mountain, is regarded as day, closed as night, blown as winter, called as summer, does not drink, does not eat, does not rest, breathes as wind, and is thousands of miles long.

—for God.

This was his name, however, which he had forgotten for tens of thousands of years.

150 nine

At the beginning of the chaos of heaven and earth, Zhuyin was trapped in darkness, but at that time, he didn't feel that he should have any dissatisfaction, the surroundings were eternal silence, so he fell asleep with him.

Later, when the boundary between heaven and earth was divided, Nuwa created human beings, and Mount Buzhou was covered in flames, Zhuyin discovered that he could disperse a strand of his spiritual consciousness into the human world, and watched the chaos that occurred in the world with a cold eye.

then.

All the gods were expelled to the heavens by the inscriptions symbolizing the law, and they could not leave forever just like themselves.

I don't know how long it took, Zhuyin suddenly felt that he was too lonely alone. He returned to the darkness, found his body, tore off the most beautiful scale, and closed his own flesh and blood. Carefully refining it like Nuwa created a human being.

He suddenly understood Nuwa's mood at that time.

Looking at this vast world alone, it is really lonely.

The scales turned into a small person, his hands and feet were very tender, fell into the darkness from the soul power, and opened his eyes in confusion.

Zhuyin was instantly locked in by those beautiful eyes.

It's a pity that the little man stopped breathing just as he landed on the ground. He curled up and turned into a stiff stone.

Zhuyin stretched out her skinny but slender hand, just when she touched it, the small stone suddenly shattered and turned into ashes and floated away.

It was from this moment that he felt that it was unfair. Nuwa could appear between the heaven and the earth, and Pangu could sleep in the sky and the earth. Only he, even refining a thing to accompany him, was deprived of his life.

He began to try every means to get out of here, but he ended up with nothing.

As early as when this space appeared, there was an ancient bronze door tightly locked, and the inscription on it locked everything here.

Therefore, Zhuyin gave up her idea of ​​going out, desperately throwing all the things she found into this space. Many of them could not survive, but fortunately, sin always lasts longer than purity. The first Aboriginal people.

Zhuyin scattered her soul power in this space, providing those things with a chance to live. Zhuyin felt that this was not bad, at least she was not alone anymore, so she was silent in the darkness again, and lived like this. Ten thousand years, in his closed eyes, suddenly flashed the little creature that he had just created, but whose soul power had been deprived of it.

Small, soft, eyes like stars.

His consciousness entered the world again.

This place is very different from what he remembered. Everyone looks almost the same, without animal arms, horns, and snake tails. When the sun sets, you can see the smoke curling up on the plain.

He found it in the dark following the sound of crying. In the corner covered with moss, lay a hungry crying child. Just like the kid in my memory.

Zhuyin stood in front of him, and the child also looked at Zhuyin.

He wanted to touch it, but after a while, he withdrew his hand. He was afraid that just after he touched it, this child would turn into ashes just like that one.

The child lying on the ground blinked at Zhuyin, his eyes were red, but he stretched out his hand and shouted, "Hungry..."

With a movement in his heart, Zhu Yin cautiously stretched out a finger, stuck it to the child's face, and stroked it carefully. There was a rare smile on the expressionless face.

160

Zhuyin knew that the child had no way to survive in his own space, he was too kind, and his life would be taken away wherever he went.

Gently hugging the child in his arms, the soft feeling has been warming Zhuyin's chest. From time to time, he would lower his head and gently feel the warmth of the child's face with the tip of his nose. The child is no longer hungry because of his soul power. Sleeping soundly with her own fingers, her little hands tightly grasped the black and gold robe on Zhuyin's body.

Zhuyin found a dilapidated house, no need to do it himself, the monsters from the lower realm would follow their soul power to find it, and take care of everything. Looking at the brand new house, he didn't feel anything, but the child who woke up blinked. With a pair of surprised eyes, look east and west.

"What's your name?" Candle Yin leaned on his head and asked.

The child turned around, showing a smile with two missing teeth, and said crisply: "Wang Mumu!"

Candle Yin lived here.

The house is far away from people's habitation, and ten years are fleeting. Zhuyin watched the child turn into a young man little by little. He has no awareness of ugliness, but what is certain is that this person is the most pleasing to his eyes.

The grown-up Wang Mumu still wants to be as heartless as he was when he was a child. He has no contact with other people. He doesn't know what Xixi is, and why Zhuyin's beautiful face will never age. This is the only one in his world. People, what happened later was also a matter of course.

Wang Mumu fell in love with Zhuyin.

When Zhuyin heard the news, she was stunned for a long time.

Only races that need to thrive will need the thing of "love". He has never touched it, and he will not want to have it. In astonishment, he did not want to face Wang Mumu's sadness, and left the wooden house for the first time.

The demon world is still so dark, without light or sound, all creatures are hidden in evil and look ugly.

Zhuyin's hand caressed the scar missing a scale on her sleeping body, the child who turned into stone in her memory seemed to be getting more and more blurred, thinking about it now, all her memories seemed to be in the cabin with Wang Mumu.

On cloudy and rainy days, Wang Mumu would ride on his shoulders, hold a leaf of plantain in his hand, and direct Zhuyin to look for a fungus that he had seen once but never seen again; Clear, Wang Mumu would throw stones into the pool while reading in the shade of a candle, and watch the fish in it panicking; the two would listen to the sound of the rain hitting the eaves side by side, and would work hard at night to climb up the pond. The roof is only for looking at the stars in the sky.

Zhuyin's lifespan far exceeded these ten years, but all he could think of was his deep sleep, thinking, and banishing evil people into his own space.

He tore off another scale from his body, because he suddenly felt that compared to what Wang Mumu brought to him, it seemed that liking him was not so unacceptable.

He wanted to use his scales to condense into profound energy seeds so that Wang Mumu could accompany him forever.

Returning to the mortal world again, Zhuyin looked at the disc with the black snake pattern printed in his hand, printed the word 'Hundred Pupils' on the back, and pushed open the door.

"Squeak..."

The door opened, Wang Mumu sat on the chair and buried his head in his arms.

Zhuyin knew that as long as she didn't come back, Wang Mumu would wait for him like this, and suddenly felt distressed. Could it be that he is always like this since he hasn't come back for so many days?

Walking over and gently pushing Wang Mumu, Zhuyin said, "I'm back."

He could imagine that Wang Mumu rubbed his sleepy eyes, and then stretched his arms around his waist, just like every time he came back in the past ten years, but this time, Wang Mumu turned his head to the other side, Showing his bloody face.

A knife was stuck in his heart, the blade was sharp.

Zhuyin knew that the lifespan of human beings was very short, because they had too little soul power. When Nuwa created them, what Nuwa wanted to see was that this race would thrive, not exist forever like them.

However, he did not expect that Wang Mumu would leave him so quickly and without warning.

Zhuyin suddenly felt that his chest collapsed, and his eyes were fixed on Wang Mumu who was not breathing. He felt that the two of them were not the only ones in the cabin, but he didn't care, but, it was this person who took away Wang Mumu's life was shortened.

A large golden soul fire suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand, and with the place where he stepped on as the fulcrum, the inscription spread rapidly, and there was nothingness within a hundred miles!

The hideous man in the room also seemed to have noticed something was wrong, and hurriedly tried to escape from the window, but was thrown into the air by an invisible force, and fell heavily on the ground. He wanted to exclaim in pain, but what? The sound was released, and he could only use his frightened eyes to stare at the man in front of him in a golden black robe, black hair like ink, and a delicate and sinister face.

Zhu Yin has already understood the laws of the world, Wang Mumu owed this man [-] yuan in his last life, so there should be a catastrophe in this life, but this man actually took Wang Mumu's life!The flames in his palm crackled, blood slowly flowed out from the man's facial features, his soul was forcefully dragged out, the candle shade imprinted an inscription on the man's head, and in an instant, dozens of hands emerged on the ground, shaking the man's soul dragged into the darkness.

After finishing all this, Zhuyin walked to Wang Mumu's side, and flicked his palm lightly on Wang Mumu's head, just like Wang Mumu made mistakes in the past, and Zhuyin blamed but pampered Wang Mumu.

Wang Mumu's soul rose from his body, he blinked his eyes, looked at his body suspiciously, showed a silly wry smile at Zhuyin, and said: "You are finally back...I am leaving too."

"Slow down." Just as Zhu Yin said a word, Wang Mumu in front of him turned into a wisp of fly ash and disappeared like that child, but this time he didn't even have the chance to touch him.

160 one

Zhuyin originally had many opportunities to lock Wang Mumu's soul by her side, but his body couldn't leave here, and Wang Mumu lost his body as a barrier, so he couldn't protect him well.

Through the mirror, he stroked the face that he could describe in his heart, and sighed softly.

That day.

Wang Mumu fell into reincarnation, but Zhuyin never opened his eyes again.

In the icy cold wind, Taoist Huangshan happened to see a baby crying. He picked up the baby, watched in amazement as the black soul power gathered into a ball beside him and refused to leave, and muttered to himself: " This son was born with a fairy bone, and it happens that the Zhengyue Sect lacks an internal disciple..."

His voice was broken and disappeared in the fierce cold wind.

160 two

Huang Shang, or Zhu Yin, opened his eyes.

He remembered all the things, including that mistake, he actually integrated Wang Mumu into his magic weapon.

Song Tao, who had been by the side, came over and said respectfully, "Master."

Zhu Yin sat up, and he saw his long black hair like ink, and his thin but slender hands.

"Where's Mumu?" Hearing his hoarse question, he felt as if it was a lifetime away.

Song Tao lowered his eyebrows slightly and moved away.

Zhuyin watched the little dinosaur walk in step by step with Wang Mumu on its back, it didn't seem to realize that the person in front of it was Huang Shang, and was always very vigilant.

"Put him down." Zhuyin said to the little dinosaur.

"I don't want it!" The little dinosaur bared its teeth at Zhuyin.

Candle Yin: "..."

He originally felt that he and Wang Mumu met again, and his heart was slightly sour. The atmosphere was completely destroyed by this short-eyed person.

Wang Mumu seemed to have lost the weakness he had before, and the exquisite man who threw himself on the little dinosaur and lay on the huge bronze stone bed felt a little familiar for no reason.

Zhu Yin left the bed, stretched out her hand, and said, "Come down!"

Wang Mumu's expression moved slightly, and just as he was about to reach out, he saw the little dinosaur's outstretched tongue, knocking down Zhuyin's hand with a 'paji', then turned his head and said to Wang Mumu seriously: "No! We have to wait for Papa to come back! Papa's narrow-minded Yes, knowing that you let someone touch your hand, you will definitely be angry!"

Wang Mumu thought for a while, with a slight smile on his lips, and said: "You are right, he is very narrow-minded."

Suddenly a big stone fell in Zhuyin's heart, no matter in the past life or the present life, he will always be by her side.

He took out the white pupils that he had prepared for him early in the morning and held them in his hands, and said, "Is it still uncomfortable? This is for you."

Wang Mumu himself didn't know why he put Baitong in his hand, then he suddenly raised his head and looked at Huang Shang——

Candle Yin was startled.

Wang Mumu looked at the stone, then at Huang Shang, and said, "Are you Zhuyin?"

Candle Yin was startled for a while, and held Wang Mumu's hand.

The tear that had not been shed for a long time flowed from the corner of his eye.

"You... still remember me."

——END.

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