He and It

The dream constructed by memory has not been cut off, and the Dragon God was able to temporarily forget the severe pain that was even more painful than Ling Chi, and immersed himself in the dream, recalling it for the thousandth time, the ten thousandth time, and countless times.

He has seen Liu Fuguang’s smile, his angry and happy looks, his meditations, and his confusion. He has heard him say “I like you” and “My heart loves you” again and again. Once, He was so satisfied that it seemed like he could eliminate the huge hole in his heart. Six thousand years have passed so long that Yan Huan can hardly remember what happened when he was born. He has always been immersed in dreams, sinking deeper and deeper day by day.

...Of course, at the end of each memory, the scenes that happened on the cliff of Zhongshan will also be played out again with extreme clarity, as vivid as if they happened yesterday.

From being indifferent at the beginning, to suppressing composure later, to regret and fear, and finally to shaking violently in pain, and being tortured to the point of roaring and screaming... He would always chase after Liu Fuguang's falling body, and jump into the clock in the dream. At the bottom of the mountain, he rummaged hysterically, completely ignoring that this was just a dream in his memory.

It's a pity that even if the Dragon God finally lifts the layers of fog on the mountain cliff and finds the deepest darkness, all he can see is his own inner demon.

Sometimes, what he saw was Liu Fuguang covered in blood, standing there with hatred in his eyes, shouting at him the oath of separation and severing of friendship; sometimes, he also suffered from the rupture of Dantian and Taoist heart in his dreams. Punished by the gouging out, he turned around and saw Liu Fuguang looking at him indifferently; at other times, he only saw a bloody and mutilated corpse, his features were blurred, and only the clothes on his body, The identity of Liu Fuguang was revealed.

But most of the time, Yan Huan could only see Liu Fuguang lying alone on the ground. His single clothes were thin, and he was holding his waist and abdomen painfully and laboriously. His body was astonishingly thin. He was curled up like a small Babylike.

"I hurt, Yan Huan, Yan Huan..." He whispered breathlessly. He was thin and small. He saw Yan Huan crying so hard that he almost took out his heart, "It hurts... …I hurt…”

"I'm here to save you! I'm here to save you, I'm here to save you..." The Dragon God swooped over. He briefly transformed into a human body and hugged Liu Fuguang's body tremblingly. "You will be fine. I will save you right now..." …”

Liu Fuguang sobbed and cried, his cheeks were sunken, and there was no light at all in his bright eyes. He cried and asked: "Why do you hurt me and don't believe me? What I have always seen is... Your true appearance...how can you not believe me...I hurt, it really hurts..."

"I believe it, I believe you!" Yan Huan was in so much pain that his vision turned black. He couldn't even cry anymore. He could only shout hoarsely, "Don't move, help the light... I believe you, I This will save you..."

He desperately poured his divine power into Liu Fuguang, hoping to heal his injuries, to make him no longer feel pain, to make his cheeks plump and his skin plump, and to return to his former healthy appearance. However, all means are in vain. No matter how much compensating power is instilled in him, even if he digs out his own heart and fills the gap of flesh and blood for Liu Fuguang, it is still a useless move - all the essence of the divine blood comes from the opened Dantian. It leaked out.

In the end, Yan Huan could only watch helplessly as the Taoist companion gradually withered and withered in his arms, turning into flying ashes. However, despite his strong power and empty position as a god, he could not think of any way to save him.

The Dragon God was completely sluggish because of this. He maintained his human form, staring at his hands in a daze, with tears streaming from his nine eyes. He only felt that something in his body was being broken into powder inch by inch.

"Fuguang?" He whispered in confusion, "Fuguang, where are you? I...I can't find you. Where have you been?"

He slowly got up from the mist, staggered around, groped and looked around anxiously: "Fuguang, don't go far, it's very dangerous here, don't listen to me... Stop making trouble, Fuguang, help Light?"

He was shouting like this in a frenzy. In his own dream, Yan Huan suddenly felt a huge suction force, which involuntarily grabbed his soul and pulled him down.

Time turned back, the sun and the moon passed, and Yan Huan seemed to have returned to the night of the past - he was seriously injured and returned home from the battlefield of the ancient gods. He carried so much hatred in his heart, but had nowhere to vent it. He didn't understand love at that time, and he didn't understand what was the most precious thing a heart could give. That night, in order to comfort him, Liu Fuguang sat on the bed and held him tightly.

"...I hate you too, do you know?" Yan Huan heard his own voice and said, "Of all the people, I hate you the most...I hate you, I hate you!"

——No, that’s not right! That was nothing but stupid words, because the strongest emotion I have ever experienced in my life is hate, but I felt something hotter and more deadly than hate in you, so I mistook it for hate... I don’t hate you, I don’t hate you!

"I know," he heard Liu Fuguang's voice, which was lighter than a feather. It fell on his heart and was heavier than the mountains. "It doesn't matter... I don't hate you."

In an instant, Yan Huan froze.

In the deepest part of the Tang Valley, the giant earthly dragon suddenly opened its nine huge eyes. He suddenly raised his body and let out a tearing scream, mournful wails and howls, instantly creating a storm that shook the world!

"Fu Guang!" The Dragon God couldn't help rolling over in pain, "You, why are you——"

Every word that came out of His mouth was filled with incomprehensible madness and confusion. He asked questions to the sky, but no one could answer them.

Chapter 183 Ask Here (11)

In the 316th year of Chengxia, Grain Rain had just passed and it was early summer, but there was no lively scene in the world.

"Brother, how is the situation outside?" The light from the ore danced dimly, Meng Xiaotang turned around and asked worriedly.

"Hush," Sun Yinian whispered, "Hush, another team is coming."

The group of people sat in the cave, holding their breath, waiting in fear for a group of flying ghost beasts to patrol by. They waved their deformed black wings and dyed the sky into a red-black color that was as slippery and flowing as mud and rotten flesh.

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