"Don't cry. After I leave... remember to take care of yourself..."
Mu Su didn't care what the evil spirits outside the territory thought, turned around and stared at her, acting like he was doing his own thing.
The strength of the body was passing away, his eyes showed affection and reluctance, and a trace of blood appeared on the corner of his mouth. Mu Su smiled bitterly: "Don't always hide in the palace, go out for a walk more... Don't stay up late, your skin will change.
cough……"
Mu Su hunched over the rope and coughed violently, spitting blood and visceral fragments from his mouth, and slowly knelt down on the ground.
"If you meet someone you love...if you meet someone you love, just forget about me...I see you happy..."
Mu Su's lips wriggled, but in the end he couldn't say anything. His vision gradually blurred, and his body gradually became cold...
He weakly stretched out his hand, slowly raised it, and touched the dazed alien demon's chest...
thump--
Mu Su's body was weak and fell, lying in the cold and dead hall, at the feet of the alien demon.
The side of his face was close to the main hall, his eyes were half-opened. His fingers were weak and trembling slightly, and he wrote a few words with the help of the blood on the ground...
Snapped--
His fingers hung down weakly, and a pool of blood was left by Mu Su and spread out, leaving no sound.
Those red pupils looked at the handwriting with a hint of complexity and inexplicability.
[The murderer is...]
How much does he want to play this joke???
…
Mu Su's vision dimmed, and after about half a minute, the screen lit up again.
Atop a vast expanse of snow-capped mountains.
White mist enveloped the surrounding areas, and snowflakes fell slowly.
On the top of the mountains, a snow peak reaches straight into the clouds and protrudes from the top of the clouds.
There is an ice palace on the top of the peak. It is crystal clear under the refraction of the sun, and it looks like a cloud-top heavenly palace.
The real ending animation finally appeared, and Mu Su only regretted that there was no popcorn and Coke here.
The hall is empty, except for an ice bed in the middle. A woman dressed in white and as cold as an immortal sits cross-legged on the ice bed, placing her slender hands on her Dantian and making the right hand seal.
This scene lasted for a long time, and the woman suddenly trembled slightly and opened her long autumn eyes.
She opened her mouth slightly and spit out an ice bead, floating and spinning in front of her.
The ice bead produced a crack for some unknown reason, followed by a soft clicking sound, and the crack spread to the surrounding area, covering the entire ice bead in the blink of an eye, until——
Snapped--
There were too many cracks to form, and it suddenly exploded into a ball of crystal white mist.
The woman's beautiful face suddenly turned pale, and her long autumn eyes stared at the vast snowy scene outside the hall.
"Lin Zhan..."
…
Xianling Taizong, teaching place.
On the white jade platform, Yuanying Patriarch is teaching and explaining cultivation.
There were hundreds of seats under the stage, and the disciples were either listening carefully, being intoxicated, or practicing according to their teachings.
There is one exception.
Lin Qing'er held her cheeks in her hands and stared blankly at the highest main peak of Xianyuan Taizong. She didn't know what she thought of, but a smile suddenly appeared on her lips and couldn't be wiped away...
…
Immortal Taizong, outer disciple area.
In the cave, Master Song An tied the Qiankun bag around his waist.
Her whole body was shrouded in a wide robe, with only a pair of cold and sharp pupils like poisonous snakes peeking out from the robe.
Thinking of that person, the pale lips under the hood couldn't help but bite.
That stinky guy... disappeared after taking advantage.
"You can't run away."
With a low voice, Master Song An left the cave and headed down the mountain.
When the disciples in the past saw her, they all gave way to her, fearing that her movements would be slower.
No one saw it, and the cold and sharp touch had already quietly melted away.
…
The Moon God Orchid exudes a faint purple color.
A few feet away, it was still pitch black.
In the darkness, a figure loomed.
"Why..." a voice suddenly sounded.
What followed was a sound like water drops falling to the ground.
"Why can I slaughter this world and make hundreds of millions of people tremble. Even the immortal world dares not to stand high... But why... I can't even save a single person..."
After the four animations were played, the vision darkened again, and then there was an extra long, extra long darkness.
【Lin's house, a remote courtyard.】
The never-before-seen narration finally sounded in my ears. At the same time, the screen lit up and appeared in a familiar courtyard.
There is an old tree growing in the small courtyard. Bright sunlight pours down through the shade of the tree.
Among the light spots on the lawn, a handsome, black-haired boy of fifteen or sixteen years old was lying there, and a slight snoring came from the boy's mouth.
"You are right to call me that name. Lin Zhan is just a cultivating lunatic. When you are with me, you only know how to practice, you are an elm-headed man." The girl's clear voice sounded, and after saying that, she kicked a few times unwillingly.
Feet. Seeing that the latter was really asleep, he turned around and walked away helplessly.
When she came to the door of the small courtyard, the girl turned around, became lighter on her toes, and hid behind a tree.
Not long after the girl in purple hid, the young man suddenly frowned and his eyelids blinked rapidly, as if he was trapped in a nightmare.
"ah!"
Not long after, the young man shouted suddenly and sat up from under the tree. He was panting like a fish on the verge of drowning. Cold sweat broke out. His black eyes shrank to the size of a needle. His heart was about to jump out of his mouth and beat violently. If he encountered
Something terrible.
After calming down slightly, Lin Zhan took out his hands, looked at himself, and murmured: "I... I'm still alive...?"
"What?" At the same time, Mu Su, who was watching the cutscene, said in shock, feeling uncertain.
It was clearly a cool day, and Lin Zhan, who was drenched in cold sweat as if he had been fished out of water, seemed to be confused and still murmured to himself: "Was all that before a dream...or real? How could it be so real?"
The dream..."
"Are you awake so soon?" A sweet voice came from beside him. Hearing this voice, Lin Zhan was startled. He looked with sharp eyes like an eagle. When he saw that familiar face, he immediately froze, as if in a dream.
"...What's wrong with you?" Lin Qing'er looked at him, who was sweating and looking not quite right, and couldn't help but frowning and asked worriedly.
Lin Zhan exhaled a breath of turbid air to calm his heartbeat. He was about to reply that it was nothing, when suddenly his heart moved and he asked instead: "Is there a martial art called Qingming Jiuzhuan in the Lin family's Martial Arts Pavilion?"
"Indeed." Lin Qing'er asked doubtfully, "Where did you learn about it?"
Huge waves stirred up in Mu Su's mind. Could it be that everything in the dream was real...!?
At this time, a stern voice suddenly sounded.
"Qing'er, didn't I tell you not to come here?"
A middle-aged man walked into the courtyard and looked at Lin Qing'er with a frown. Next to him stood a rather handsome young man, but his temperament was a little feminine.
A conversation filled with a sense of déjà vu. In the end, Lin Qing'er turned around and left with Lin Zhan and Lin Ao.
After they left, Mu Su's perspective was like a wandering soul returning to his body, quickly looking into the back of the young man's head. The next moment, Mu Su regained consciousness.
Almost at the same time, Mu Su clenched his fists and shouted to the sky as if his mentality was exploding!
