After leaving the post office, Wang Ye looked at the dark sky and sighed quietly.
Since the end of the Three Eternal Nights, he has been forcing himself not to think about Xiao Wu's things, hiding these things deep in his heart.
Until today, I was dug out by the post office again and presented to myself bloody, forcing myself to accept this fact.
"Ah..."
"I am still a coward after all."
Wang Ye laughed at himself, feeling a little sad.
All this time, the blood and coldness I showed on the outside was just to hide the softness in my deepest part.
but...
After all, we have to accept reality.
Wang Ye returned to his residence silently, stood at the door and hesitated for a moment, and finally slowly opened the door.
The room was already covered with dust.
That treadmill has been forever covered in dust with the departure of the waiter.
During the last meal of the New Year, the plates with dumplings had not been washed yet and were piled in the sink, including on the windows, with New Year's greetings still posted on them.
pity...
Silence, no sound.
There is no life.
Wang Ye looked around and suddenly smiled when he looked at a certain corner.
Xiaosi is still there.
On the eve of eternal night, Xiaosi left.
After the eternal night, I don’t know when I returned to the room again.
"Who are you..."
Wang Ye stood in front of Xiaosi, his voice was a little low, and he said as if talking to himself: "Where do you come from, what is your identity, what is your secret, why do you insist on following me."
"Eternal Night..."
"Ever Ye will leave on time every time..."
"If you don't consider me a friend, why stay by my side."
"If you regard me as a friend, why don't you help the Tianzhu and the human race in Yongye..."
"Even if I save an ordinary person..."
pity...
Wang Ye's question received no response, like a pool of stagnant water, already covered with dust.
"Oh, forget it."
"At least there is a person like you in the family who is not considered a living person."
"I'm here, an acquaintance."
Wang Ye sighed, with a bitter smile on his lips.
On the wrist, the relics glowed again.
Chang Er's somewhat shy face appeared, and he looked at Wang Ye sheepishly: "Xiao Xiaoliu is still here!"
...
Wang Ye looked quietly.
Chang Er's body stiffened and he retracted into the relic again.
Atmosphere terminator.
However... Chang'er has been working very hard during this period. It seems that he can consider treating Chang'er better in the future.
Wang Ye was thoughtful.
After cleaning the dust in the room, Wang Ye returned to his bedroom, fell on the bed, and fell asleep.
Although he no longer needs sleep at his current state, this is a habit he has maintained for many years. After a good sleep, he feels at ease.
…
The next day.
"are you ready?"
Wang Ye stood on the tower of God Burial City, looking into the distance and muttering to himself.
The dark circles on Lu Wu's eyes were getting heavier and heavier at this time. He glanced at Wang Ye with a resentful look and said feebly: "Oh, this is the formation that I spent three days working on."
Three days sounds like a short time.
But at Lu Wu's level of casually carving formations in the void, three days...
Another example.
At that time, we came to the small mountain near Guimen Pass, and the formations we completed for the Tianzhu's internal assessment only lasted one afternoon.
Lu Wu hesitated: "That's it..."
"Is it really okay to be so cruel?"
This formation was carved by himself, and the illusion and scenes inside were all provided by Wang Ye.
That kind of cruelty...
Lu Wu was speechless.
It's so scary.
It was even hard for him to imagine how strong his psychological quality must be to get out of this formation and enter the God Burial City without breaking down emotionally.
"The God Burial City is a place where people die."
"Many, many people died."
"From today on, this city will be filled with the smell of blood every day."
"If you can't even do these, then the so-called burial of gods is just a joke."
"To be serious, in three years... I want to build an army that can conquer Heaven and Lingshan in just three years."
"Why?"
"They have thousands of years of heritage there. Can they just rely on their passion and bragging?"
"That would be too ridiculous."
"Besides...you are a bit underestimating the current human race."
Finally, Wang Ye looked at Lu Wu solemnly, said, then turned and left.
"Human race..."
Lu Wu stayed where he was, muttering to himself, and finally smiled in relief.
yes.
In this dark age, how could there be sheep? Those who could survive were all ferocious tigers and hungry wolves.
Especially... superpowers.
Who has not wandered on the line of life and death several times, this is incomparable to heaven.
"It should be arriving soon."
"I really can't wait to see my masterpiece."
With some expectation in his eyes, Lu Wu took out a wine bottle. After hesitating for a long time, he took a sip.
...
"Didn't you say you stopped drinking?"
Wang Ye's figure was nowhere to be seen, but his voice came faintly.
Lu Wu waved the bottle and smiled a little freely: "There is water in it, so you can't drink it. Why don't you have some sexual intercourse?"
no respond.
God Burial City fell into silence again.
As the only two living people, it is enough for them to be able to say a few words to each other a day to prove their sense of existence.
…
"I've met Senior Ran Deng."
It is also a temple.
Ran Deng looked at Maitreya's blood-stained hands and the body lying on the ground, frowning slightly, looking very dissatisfied.
"You took my trophy."
His bloodthirsty eyes were fixed on Maitreya, exuding surging murderous intent.
Maitreya shook his head slowly: "It was the poor monk who came first."
There is no fear, even if Ran Deng's current aura is much scarier than before.
Ran Deng examined Maitreya's eyes, and almost couldn't control the pure murderous intention in his heart several times. He wanted to take action, but...
After all, I was a little scared.
"Haha, don't you have some respect for me, an old senior?"
Ran Deng sneered.
Maitreya was a little confused: "I take action and kill people on your behalf. Isn't that not respectful enough?"
"Then you kill yourself for me. Now I hate you more."
Ran Deng sneered, the black energy on his body kept surging, and his breath seemed very unstable.
Maitreya shook his head: "Senior, you are joking. After all... I should be considered your disciple. How could you have the heart to kill me."
An innocent look on his face.
Ran Deng's eyes gradually turned red, and his gaze towards Maitreya became colder.
