"Boss, are you... here?" There was no pain on Wang Xiaowu's face, and the light in his eyes became brighter. But the light dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye. She glanced at Ye Ya from the corner of her eyes, and found that Ye Ya had not made any move.
She breathed a sigh of relief after intending to attack Chen Ziyun. Although she had fallen to the ground, her right hand was still clasped tightly, and it seemed that she still had the strength to use it.
"Well, I'm here." Chen Ziyun's eyes turned red and he hugged Wang Xiaowu into his arms. "I'm sorry, the boss failed to protect you." Chen Ziyun's voice trembled slightly.
"Boss, that's not what I want to hear..." Wang Xiaowu squeezed out a smile on his pale face, and his eyes shifted from Chen Ziyun's face to Ye Ya. He said in a weak voice: "Ye Ya is..."
"I know. She is an angel. You are Zen Seventeen." Chen Ziyun did not look back at Ye Ya, but just hugged Wang Xiaowu tighter in his arms. "You have always been protecting me. I know, Xiaowu, I
I know." Chen Ziyun burst into tears.
Ye Ya snorted coldly behind his back. Obviously, Chen Ziyun's words were biased. I'm afraid Chen Ziyun himself couldn't count the number of times Ye Ya saved his country. But if he asked himself, Ye Ya also knew that his starting point for saving Chen Ziyun was not very specific.
purely.
"Why?" Chen Ziyun took a deep breath, looked back at Ye Ya, his tone was so cold and desperate.
"Why?" Ye Ya shrugged and said, "Don't you know better than me?"
Chen Ziyun was speechless for a moment. In fact, under the hibiscus tree, he had already made a decision in his heart and made up his mind to become Ye Ya's enemy. This result was already destined, Ye Ya just made the decision earlier.
"I'll wait for you inside." Ye Ya looked at Chen Ziyun, her eyes a little complicated, and her hand holding the pale starlight was always tight, ready to attack at any time. But in the end, she still held back and did not stab Chen Ziyun in the back.
Following Ye Ya's gaze, Chen Ziyun saw a palace that was very different from the one he had seen on the fusang tree before. The palace was in the shape of a tower, with a height of hundreds of meters, reaching straight into the sky. It was pitch black and looked solemn and solemn.
The pressure of killing slowly emanated from it, making people feel heart palpitations.
Without waiting for Chen Ziyun to answer, Ye Ya strode up and quickly disappeared behind Chen Ziyun. After seeing Ye Ya completely disappearing from sight, Wang Xiaowu slowly loosened his tight grip.
"Here..." After relaxing, Wang Xiaowu's face became even paler. She raised her hand and handed the thing hidden in it to Chen Ziyun.
"This is?" Looking at the thing in Wang Xiaowu's palm, Chen Ziyun's body trembled with horror. It was a golden crystal. "This is the essence of your power?!"
For an intelligent race, the essence of power is everything. For an intelligent race, severe injuries may not lead to death. Perhaps after a long sleep, the power will be restored again, but without the essence of power, the person is actually already hovering on the threshold of death.
On the edge. After being severely injured by Ye Ya, Wang Xiaowu finally forced out the essence of his power and prepared to self-destruct and die with Ye Ya.
"Take it back!" Chen Ziyun took a deep breath. There was already a hint of joy in his eyebrows. As long as the essence of Wang Xiaowu's power is still there, the possibility of survival is still very high.
Wang Xiaowu shook his head and motioned Chen Ziyun not to speak. The power essence in his hand began to slowly deform under the influence of her thoughts, and the color also began to gradually change. Seeing the condensed form of the power essence, Chen Ziyun's face suddenly became very ugly.
That is the shape of a black bird.
"Boss..." Wang Xiaowu's voice sounded tired and a little painful. Chen Ziyun had used his own power to condense life into her body, but the damage from the pale starlight and the eternal sunlight could not be suppressed immediately.
"There is another secret about the black bird. This secret, even the inheritance scholars will not know... In fact, every black bird is the essence of our power when the butterfly fell for three thousand years. It is still there.
Very early on, for the rise of the human race, our people made great sacrifices and gave sixteen black birds to the human race..."
Chen Ziyun's body trembled. Hearing Wang Xiaowu's words, he vaguely understood something in his heart, but it was vaguely contradictory to the information he had received before. He was confused for a moment. But he instinctively believed everything Wang Xiaowu said.
It's all true.
"Our tribe originally thought that the Black Bird could give the human race new vitality and eventually evolve into just like us. But this plan failed, and because the human race was weak, part of the Black Bird was taken away by the intelligent race, and it eventually became
It has become a sharp weapon to kill the human race. And because the human race cannot withstand the blessing of the black bird's power, its lifespan is greatly reduced... This is not that we, the butterfly clan, want to harm you..."
"I understand." Chen Ziyun covered the wound on Wang Xiaowu's heart. The majestic vitality condensed in his palm, but it could not effectively penetrate into Wang Xiaowu's body. The destructive power of the pale starlight was still domineering in it. "Stop talking, put it away.
Take back the essence of power. As long as you sleep, your injury will be healed." Chen Ziyun's voice was choked with sobs. Looking at the black bird in Wang Xiaowu's hand, Chen Ziyun felt in his heart that Wang Xiaowu might never be able to take back the essence of power.
.
"Listen to me..." Wang Xiaowu's eyes were already a little distracted. "Boss, I won't die. I am a butterfly. As long as I sleep, I will be fine. I will break out of my cocoon one day... As long as
That day, if you show up, I can continue to live... Boss... live well... live well..." Wang Xiaowu's hand suddenly dropped down, and the golden black bird was suspended in front of Chen Ziyun.
"Xiao Wu!" Chen Ziyun roared, like a wounded and dying giant beast uttering the most desperate wail.
"Boss..." A fragment of Wang Xiaowu's consciousness suddenly appeared in Chen Ziyun's consciousness. In the sea of consciousness, Wang Xiaowu had disappeared, replaced by a huge cocoon.
"Boss, I'm still alive. For me, death is just a reincarnation. As long as the essence of power is still there, I will not disappear completely. Do you still remember the cave on the cliff of the snow mountain? That is where I was born, Seventeen
Today, many years later, I will be reborn there. Of course, I have lost the essence of power and can only survive for one day. But I am not worried, because I know that you will find me with it, right?"
The giant cocoon slowly disappeared in Chen Ziyun's sea of consciousness, and Wang Xiaowu in his arms was nowhere to be seen. Only the golden black bird stood silently in front of him. If it weren't for the existence of the black bird, it would even make people doubt whether Wang Xiaowu was real.
existed.
Chen Ziyun felt a pain in his heart. By analogy, the knowledge of inheritance scholars let him know how much Wang Xiaowu paid. After rebirth, Wang Xiaowu was no longer a three-thousand-year-old butterfly. Her life would be tied to Chen Ziyun. If Chen Ziyun died once,