The forest is dense, the grass is deep, birds are rising and falling, and the forest is full of life.
In fact, the cold winter has passed, spring is coming, and the dense fog in the forest is gradually fading away.
However, Gu Que's heart felt terribly cold.
For some reason, he always felt that this old woman was very familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere before, but he could never remember who it was.
Over the years, the only old woman I have seen is the old woman Xuesang, but this person is obviously not her. Who is she?
He had been standing for a long time, his eyes still looking ahead, unwilling to turn away for a moment.
Because that back view always gives people a feeling of heartache.
Is it really because of inheritance? He doesn't know, and he's not sure, but so far, it seems to be the only possibility.
I have inherited too much will. Even though I sat there for a month and slowly digested it, my state of mind was still unstable after all.
"Didn't you catch up?"
A charming voice came from behind, with unspeakable tenderness and care. This woman has been known to him for more than seven years.
Gu Que's heart suddenly softened, and she slowly turned around and saw Meijun in a black dress.
She had long flowing hair, a tall and graceful figure, and a delicate face with perfect curves. She was standing quietly, looking at herself silently.
The depression in his heart was relieved. Gu Que smiled bitterly at her and opened his mouth, but could not speak.
Meijun was stunned for a moment, but couldn't help but laugh again. She walked closer step by step, gently took Gu Que's hand, held his arm in her arms, and said softly: "What's wrong? What happened?"
Gu Que sighed, unable to describe the depression in his heart. This strange feeling made him want to find someone to fight and vent all his anger.
He smiled softly at Meijun, shook his head and said, "It's nothing, I just couldn't save Yin Ya."
Meijun looked at him without speaking.
Gu Que was stunned and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Meijun also laughed and said softly: "I have known you for so long, but I still don't understand you? Your thoughts are written on your face."
Gu Que shook his head and said: "I don't know why, but I always feel a heartache, as if I have done something wrong."
Mei Jun said: "I see that you have murderous intent in your heart."
Gu Que nodded and sighed: "Yes, there is an anger in my heart that cannot be vented, as if I am looking for someone to fight with."
Meijun narrowed her eyes slightly, licked her lips lightly, and said, "How about a fight with me?"
Gu Que quickly shook his head and said, "That won't work. I may not be able to control my temper now, for fear of hurting you."
“We still don’t know who hurt whom!”
Meijun suddenly smiled and waved his hand, and a black barrier rose from all around, blocking everything.
Just as Gu Que was dazed, Meijun pounced on him, threw Gu Que to the ground, and sat on his waist.
Her eyes were full of charm, and she squinted and said, "I haven't had enough of being interrupted during the wedding ceremony! This time I just want to compete with you to see who is more capable, or I can hold on long enough."
As he spoke, the palm of his right hand shook, and the clothes on Gu Que's body turned into powder.
Finally reacting, Gu Que let out a low growl, suddenly turned over and pressed Mei Jun under him. There was a faint blood in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth and said, "How dare you seduce me!"
Meijun licked her lips and said softly: "What can you do to me?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Gu Que tore open her black skirt, the sound of ripping silk was heard, and along with Meijun's exclamation, two balls of white flesh jumped out.
Then there were constant whispers in the forest, and it seemed as if the heaven and the earth were hanging upside down.
Mountains and rivers flowed all around, green grass swayed, and white birds flew.
It was already dusk, the earth was starting to get dark, and everything was blurring.
The nightingale sings low, the winter cold is gone, and the forest is filled with mist.
The Elf clan was devoured by Han Qiu, with hundreds of people, plus more than a dozen strong masters, resulting in extremely heavy losses.
However, the little clan mother was captured and left without a leader. Each of the elves seemed to have lost their souls and could only kneel on the ground to pray.
It's dark, and people are crying in the middle of the night.
Not only Meijun in the forest is crying, but millions of elves in the Elf Mountain are also crying.
"You who are crying about your mother's cunt! Stand up for me!"
A loud shout spread across the land, and a white light shot straight into the sky. A huge figure rose from the ground and hung steadily on the top of the void.
This is a white tiger with a height of ten feet. Although its head is very big, its body is majestic and the white light is like weaving. The majesty of the mythical beast is unmistakable.
The divine aura stirred outside his body, and the Sky-Eyed Tiger's expression had never been so solemn.
He looked around with an indifferent expression, his two terrifying eyes kept scanning, and shouted: "Why are you crying? What is there to cry about? When facing the enemy, can crying solve the problem?"
The sound spread throughout the world, and all the elves seemed to be stunned.
The Sky-Eyed Tiger took a deep breath and said loudly: "It is said that although the elves live outside the world, they never lack courage. Although they have a gentle face, they are never cowardly and incompetent. But now it seems that I am really disappointed."
The elves around him were shocked when they heard this, and they all looked at each other with a look of shame.
The Sky-Eyed Tiger breathed heavily and murmured: "Back then, the first elves from the Gods and Demons Continent came to the Endless Forest and faced countless monsters. With the help of two hundred warriors and four hundred archers, they forcibly fought their way through and established the
How heroic is that in our own homeland? Looking at today, I would never have thought that the descendants of the heroes who died so heroically would turn out to be such cowards!"
Each of the elves clenched their fists and suddenly stood up, their figures straight.
The Sky-Eyed Tiger said: "Sixteen thousand years ago, Roy, the leader of the Elf clan, led 800,000 elves to fight against the siege of Warcraft. They fought bloody battles for seventeen days. In the end, only more than 12,000 people died, and finally laid the foundation for
The elves have enjoyed six thousand years of peace."
"Ten thousand years ago, during the invasion of the Five Seas and hundreds of years of war, the elves bravely shouldered the heavy responsibility. Almost all of their more than 60 million people died, leaving only more than 5,000 people surviving and reproducing. They are famous throughout the continent and admired by everyone."
"But look at you, facing an old witch, you are as timid as a mouse. After living for decades or hundreds of years, you are not as courageous as a little girl in her twenties. There are no successors to heroes. You are worthy of being listed.
Ancestors? I really fucking look down on you! Bah!"
One sentence, like a sharp knife, pierced deeply into the hearts of the elves, making them burst into tears and shouting to the sky.
The female elves hugged each other and cried, with determination shining in their eyes. The male elves raised their swords and were angry, raised their bows and shouted, their eyes filled with torrential flames.
The Sky-Eyed Tiger took a deep breath, and his fate was so overwhelming that it swept the world.
And at the end of the earth, a thin and slender figure had been standing for who knows how long. The moonlight was like a fabric, slowly flowing down, stretching her figure.
The earth was covered with silver, and millions of elves gathered together. She stood alone in the distance, looking extremely lonely.
"That's...the little clan mother!"
A voice came out hesitantly, and the Sky-Eyed Tiger's expression suddenly changed, and he suddenly turned around and looked forward.
He looked around and saw the lonely Yinya.
He grinned widely, flew away at high speed, landed firmly on the ground, and laughed loudly: "Oh, little Yinya, you came back on your own! Are you okay? Are you okay? I was really shocked!"
The voice of the Sky-Eyed Tiger spread throughout the land, and every figure turned around and exclaimed in surprise.
As for Yin Ya, her face was extremely pale under the moonlight. Suddenly her legs gave way and she knelt heavily on the ground.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't keep the order of life, I let you down."
As she spoke, tears immediately flowed out.
Millions of elves shouted in unison, and rushed forward one by one. Some were angry, some exclaimed, some cried, and some complained. All the sounds filled the whole world for a while.
Yinya's eyes were dull, she was crying silently, and her figure was trembling.
She is not strong enough to withstand such pressure, she has not gone through too much training.
"Shut the hell up!"
A loud shout spread throughout the world, and the Eye of Heaven was seen rising from the ground, roaring forward, the tiger's power was shocking, and the terrifying aura spread in all directions, immediately causing millions of elves to become silent.
The Sky-Eyed Tiger glared angrily and said loudly: "You were all so cowardly just now, and now you are starting to be harsh on your own people? Who the hell do you think you are? Who is worthy of talking about her?"
Yin Ya stood up quickly and said anxiously: "Stop talking, Sky-Eyed Tiger, I'm sorry for the prophet."
The Sky-Eyed Tiger snorted heavily, looked around and said indifferently: "The elves have a lifespan of hundreds of years, but a girl in her twenties has to bear the heavy responsibility. How dare you be dissatisfied? I will give you one person and one paw later.
You should know what pressure is."
Millions of people around were chilling. Yin Ya looked at the Sky-Eyed Tiger and suddenly lowered his head slowly.
As for the Sky-Eyed Tiger, a talkative person who likes to show off very much, of course he would not let go of such a good opportunity. He would spit and talk non-stop.
In the forest, the two of them were naked, lying quietly on the ground, breathing heavily.
Meijun's long hair was wet, and she stood in a mess on her face, full of charm, and she was smiling contentedly.
Gu Que also looked relaxed, hugged her in his arms, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
Meijun glanced at him and couldn't help but smile: "Are you happy? Do you want to come again?"
Gu Que quickly shook his head and said with a dry smile: "Next time, next time!"
Meijun said quietly: "I don't know how long it will be next time."
Hearing this, Gu Que's body trembled, and suddenly he turned over, and Meijun let out a soft cry again.
After a long time, the singing and singing came to an end, and the earth was soaked with sweat.
Meijun gasped and murmured: "Although the Dragon Bird Alliance is stable, the Sin Forest still needs someone to lead it, and Mr. Wu can't do it alone."
Gu Que nodded and said softly: "Old man Yin stayed in the Demon Realm. He will act according to my previous plan. As for the Demon Clan, the Demon Lord will help for a year. You really should go to the Sin Forest."
Meijun hummed softly: "Go find Qingling, of course you won't let me follow."
Gu Que sighed: "I have to go, it's been seven years."
Meijun turned over and sat up, with clear water rippling in her eyes, and whispered: "Don't worry about the Demon Realm and the Forest of Sin, I will take care of it for you. After being a saint for so many years, I still have experience. You can
Go and do your own thing."
Having said this, Mei Jun chuckled and said: "I know that you are not a hero or a leader at heart. You are a cultivator and a loner."
Gu Que nodded slightly.
Hero, cultivator?
I have always belonged to the latter group. I have always been one, I am one now, and I will always be one in the future.
A hero rules a region or a world, but there is no end to the cultivators. He faces the entire universe and countless strong men and great ways.
As a cultivator, he must ultimately use his own power to break the existence of the sky.
A hero can't help himself.
Only those who practice Buddhism will eventually move towards freedom.
Meijun said softly: "Tiger with Sky Eyes, when will you come back?"
Gu Que shook his head and said: "He will not leave the Endless Forest in a short time. This kid finally found what he wanted."
Meijun smiled, wrapped her body in clothes, and gradually disappeared at the end of the west.
It is a dark forest, a place of loss.
Gu Que's eyes became sharper and sharper.
(There is one more chapter, which will be posted later.) (To be continued)