Ou Chen's fingers are warm and soft, making it almost impossible to imagine how these hands hold a sickle.
His voice is sad and soft, making people want to be intoxicated.
"All of us are ready to sacrifice ourselves for our ideals. Any sacrifice will only make this flame burn hotter."
"Death is the destination of everyone, including me." Ou Chen gently hugged Chai Anping and said with a sigh: "Then, before dying..."
"Qing An Ping, are you willing to follow me into the dark future, or do you want to continue to be a passerby?"
Followers, live towards death.
Passersby in a hurry, leaving nothing behind.
This was Chai Anping's initial idea, but while gaining Ou Chen's trust, he was gradually attracted to Ou Chen.
This is the tricky thing about correlations.
Especially in the spiritual realm, emotions can become chains, binding people at both ends.
Ou Chen didn't get a reply from Chai Anping, so he let go of his hand and jumped onto the bow of the boat, stepping on the narrow wooden edge with his slender, bare jade feet.
The long black skirt swayed slightly, slender, and the exposed jade feet flickered.
He stepped on the narrow wooden edge, singing softly and dancing gracefully.
The whole world seems to be breathing to His rhythm, spiritual fish are leaping on the river, and asters are growing out of the gaps in the wooden boats, filled with a hazy purple light.
Every move and every smile of Ou Chen has a certain true meaning, which is fascinating to watch.
In the noble and deep purple light, Ou Chen was like a butterfly looking for honey, beautiful yet fragile, and her words lost their power.
Chai Anping looked at Ou Chen's graceful dancing and was confused for how long.
When he came back to his senses, the wooden boat had docked again, and Ou Chen jumped out of the boat first. He had his hands on his back, his gait was light, and his back was misty.
A plain voice came from afar: "Later, we will return to the present world to meet a person who can help perfect the rituals and secret rituals of the underworld."
Chai Anping pressed his eyebrows and asked, "Who is it?"
"Behemoth."
"Demon of lust!?" Chai Anping was suddenly shocked.
"Oh? Was Behemoth also famous in your time?"
"No...He was already dead by then."
Chai Anping's thoughts were confused. He didn't speak when he was on the boat, which meant that he didn't accept Ou Chen's invitation to go on an adventure with an uncertain future.
And Ou Chen finally respected his choice and allowed him to decide to become an indifferent observer, even if he might lose Styx's support for this.
but--
In the Devil's Handbook, Behemoth himself admitted that he participated in the plan to hunt the God of Death. Could it be that this meeting was part of the hunt?!
Ou Chen’s death is not far away?!
The sudden news plunged Chai Anping into unprecedented entanglement.
Facing Ou Chen's gaze, Chai Anping opened his mouth to speak.
But the truth is stuck in my throat.
Ou Chen looked at his painful face and smiled softly: "The way you frown is very similar to Acheron, but he is actually a carefree guy who doesn't know what to worry about all day long.
A long time ago, I even worried for several years about how to peek at the Flower Goddess taking a bath.
But you are different, An Pingqing, when you feel pain, it must have touched your heart.
So how about you think about it again?
As you said, people's hearts can change.
Even if this world is just a short journey for you, no matter how long or short it is, the most painful thing for a mortal before death... is regret."
regret……
Chai Anping grabbed the edge of the boat. When he looked up again, Ou Chen had moved in front of him again. His tall body cast a shadow and stretched out his hand to him.
"Come and reverse time and space with me, Chai Anping."
Chai Anping felt that Ou Chen's suddenly blooming charm was like a poppy flower, completely transcending his appearance. Just raising his eyebrows made people's blood boil, and he wanted to do everything for it.
At this moment, he thought a lot.
——The reason why I appear here.
--the truth.
——Is this reality or fantasy?
Then the restless heart wanted to abandon the cold reason, and the wildfire that was ignited instantly burned throughout the body.
"Your demagoguery has finally become like a god of death."
Chai Anping held Ou Chen's hand, and then suddenly pulled Ou Chen onto the boat again, and the two were very close to each other in an instant.
Ou Chen was surprised by Chai Anping's expression at this moment. That heroic and arrogant face was hard to imagine coming from Chai Anping. He couldn't help but touch this familiar face again.
Chai Anping gritted his teeth: "I don't care about the consequences of what happens next."
"If you want to reverse time and space, you must first make yourself crazy." Ou Chen murmured: "An Pingqing, I have always had a feeling... Maybe it was Acheron's countless prayers and calls that made you successfully come to me.
"
Chai Anping was in a trance, and Ou Chen had disappeared in front of his eyes, leaving only a little residual fragrance of flowers.
"Because He is such an idiot!"
Chai Anping lay back on the boat, and the water rippled round and round, and the face belonging to Acheron was full of energy.
At this moment, his state of mind had made great progress.
Even if it is an illusion, he will never leave any regrets!
Ou Chen's domineering aura has been transmitted to Chai Anping unknowingly.
His palms reached toward the sky, and his fingers were clenched.
Even the source of anger must surrender to him!
"If this is a farce, then I'll make the stage even more ridiculous!"
He covered his face with his hands, and the face that originally belonged to Acheron changed like water, and after a few breaths, it turned into the appearance of Chai Anping.
"The origin of the Styx is still there..."
"Then can the source of anger still be aroused by me?"
"It's possible, but it's difficult...Is it because there are angry demons in this timeline?"
Chai Anping stared at the extra red threads in his body. The restless energy was clearly distinct from the source of the Styx.
"This body is not adapted to the power of anger either."
He dispersed the power of the source of anger and instead used the power of the Styx to condense a water blade for himself.
"..."
It's a bit embarrassing, using this body to perform sword skills is actually more powerful than his original body...
Gan!
Although the sword skills he has mastered have transformed into Chengxing Xingyi, many sword skills have long been burned into his memory, and he also has many moves related to water flow.
Using a water blade to perform the "Water Breaking Style" is a yes, a yes.
And with the energy of Acheron's body, he can also deduce the sword skills again and incorporate this power into his own form and meaning.
"Sure enough, Xingyi is the power that human beings have forged and truly belongs to themselves!"
As long as he wanted to, he could now use Acheron's body to condense his own form and meaning.
However, compared to the energy of the Styx, the form and meaning that I have cultivated are still as weak as a child.
so……
Chai Anping turned around and it still smelled so good.