"Yuanxichou is sad" After the sound of 'death', the ground under their feet and the scenery in front of them changed. Naturally, Mu Ziyun and Mo Chaozhen's thoughts were not interrupted, but the gravel under their feet became The green grassland, the faint fragrance of grass blows towards your face, and the bright red sun has already jumped over the horizon.
Standing where you are, you can see thousands of fat sheep. They are eating butter grass that contains milk. When they step on the butter grass, their feet seem to be floating, flying with the clouds and running horses.
"Yuan Xichou is sad." The little shepherd has bright eyes and white teeth, humming a slow tune in his mouth, driving the cattle and sheep to jump here. She is a bright and innocent girl, wearing a thick black felt hat and much larger clothes. Men's-style green cloth clothes, with slender arms swimming around in the wide sleeves.
Mu Ziyun and Mo Chaozhen were dumbfounded at the same time. Mo Chaozhen forgot that he was still threatening Mu Ziyun, while Mu Ziyun also kept moving.
"Illusion?" The two of them thought of this at the same time.
"It's too real," Mo Chaozhen said in his heart: "Who can make such an illusion? This person's strength is probably not at the level of luck."
"It's not a nightmare!" Mu Ziyun said in his heart: "It's both real and illusory, it's too real."
The sheep passed by the two of them, and the girl was already beside them. She was humming happily, and her cheeks were flushed. I don't know whether it was because she was hot from the sun or because she was tired from beating.
"Huh?" The girl's hand holding the whip was on her waist, her voice was like water and singing, "Which tribe are you two from?"
Although he knew that he was in an illusion and could not be guided, Mu Ziyun still could not refuse the owner of the voice, and calmly replied: "Foreign" "Foreign"? Which tribe is it? Hey! You are not spies from the Hubulan tribe, are you? "With sharp eyes, the girl snorted cutely and flicked her whip.
Mo Chaozhen and Mu Ziyun discovered that when the butter grass at her feet was touched by the whip, it immediately rotted and lost color. After a piece of grass rots, the grass next to it also slowly dies, looking very similar to the first one.
"You." Mu Ziyun looked at the girl with a very different expression. Seeing the surprised look of the two of them, the girl's eyes turned into crescent moons and said, "Huh, you don't even know me. I am the daughter of Jingkang Daman and Yanpo Xing." Reincarnation."
Mu Ziyun still didn't understand what she was talking about, and although Mo Chaozhen didn't know who Jingkang Daman was, he did have an impression of Yanpo Star. It was one of the more famous legends of gods and monsters that disappeared hundreds of years ago. He is a young devil.
"What kind of reincarnation?" Mu Ziyun asked. "Ah? What are you pretending to be!" The girl's face turned even redder. She plucked the silk covering her eyes and said in a complaining voice, "Po Yan, I am Po Yan. Didn't your mother tell you that?"
"Um, no." "Then you shouldn't be from the Hubu'er tribe. All the tribal grandmothers here will tell stories to the dolls." The girl's eyes softened and she pouted, "You don't know what I told you. , Yanpo is the omnipotent Daman of the gods, no god can be his opponent."
"Then why did you say you were his reincarnation?" Mu Ziyun became interested and forgot about Mo Chaozhen. This girl's playful and lively appearance was really endearing.
After being asked, the girl proudly puffed up her chest and raised her head. She twisted the whip with her delicate hands and flicked a few grass tips, and said: "I am his reincarnation. I have god-like abilities not long after I was born. You see." The girl pointed towards her feet, as if on purpose, where the butter grass was rotting and spreading faster.
"Are you talking about magic?" "What is magic?" The girl shook her head and said, "This is a disease. People outside say it's a plague. Do you know about the plague?" The girl's sparkling eyes were watery. Looking at Mu Ziyun.
"Yeah, I know."
"Plague" Mo Chaozhen suddenly spoke, "So you are the Lord of Hell, a troll." "Uh" Mu Ziyun's heart skipped a beat. After staring at Mo Chaozhen, he immediately turned back and looked at the girl carefully. How could this happen? , how could such a beloved girl be Tiannunu.
"Bah, bah, bah," the girl stomped her feet angrily, and puffed her cheeks and said anxiously: "You are the one who cannibalizes people. Our Jingkang tribe only eats cattle and sheep, and occasionally horses, so you are the one who cannibalize people." There was a trace of panic on the girl's face, and she said tremblingly: "You, your tribe eats people? You don't want to eat me?"
Before Mu Ziyun could explain, the girl shouted at the top of her lungs: "Brother Nuer, Brother Nuer, Jingman has met a bad guy! Brother Nuer" Mu Ziyun stepped forward to coax, pulling the girl to calm down. .
But the girl seemed to be frightened, thinking that Mu Ziyun was really going to eat her, so her voice started to sound like crying, and she screamed even louder. After a while, he saw a young man coming on horseback, running towards here in a hurry. After getting off the horse, he hugged the girl, glared at Mo Chaozhen and Mu Ziyun, and comforted the girl in his arms softly.
"Jing Man is fine, don't cry anymore." "Oh, brother Nu'er, their tribe is cannibal, drive them away quickly." "Okay, stop crying, brother will drive them away now."
Raising his head, the young man stared at the two of them coldly and said, "You are here." Mo Chaozhen and Mu Ziyun sensed the meaning of these words. Could it be that this illusion was set up by this young man?
"Who are you?" Mo Chaozhen asked gloomily. There was no light in the young man's eyes, and he replied calmly: "The son of Diman of the Jingkang tribe, Tiannunu."
"Tian Nu Nu!" The two of them exclaimed at the same time. Even the tearful girl was frightened by their reactions. She put her hands around the young man's waist and proudly said to Mu Ziyun: "Don't be afraid, my slave." Brother Er is very famous in the tribe."
Mu Ziyun ignored the girl, but tightened his heartstrings and said to the boy: "You must be dead, this is an illusion."
"Yes, it is my most precious place." "Huh?" the girl asked in confusion: "Brother Nuer, what is illusion? You are always talking about it." The young man smiled bitterly and kissed the girl's forehead, facing Muzi. Yun said: "Don't bother going out. This is where I gathered all the treasures and transformed it. Only I can control it. You will all become mortals here. There will be no warriors, mage, or respected people."
Mo Chaozhen and Mu Ziyun have vaguely felt this. Their bodies have become very heavy, or this is the real weight. Without martial arts and abilities, they have really become ordinary people with no merit.
Mo Chaozhen said to the young man with an ugly face: "What are you going to do, kill us? Don't go to such trouble." "No, there are other things." The young man stroked the girl's head and continued: "I am already dead. But I was not killed by anyone. No one can kill me except myself."
"Why?" Mu Ziyun asked.
The young man did not answer. He looked at the girl in his arms tenderly. The charming affection came slowly. After a long time, he whispered softly: "For my wife." After hearing this, the girl shyly pinched the young man's waist and said angrily: "Slave. Brother, what are you talking about? Daman said, I, I can't marry you until I'm sixteen, there's still one year left." After saying that, he hid his head in the boy's arms.
"Yes," the young man's eyes showed pain, and his lips trembled as he said, "Yes, Shuang Ming will marry you soon, yes."
Mu Ziyun wondered what happened to them back then. While he was thinking about it, the young man sighed and said to Mu Ziyun and Mo Chaozhen: "The undead zombie body can be passed on." This sentence made the two of them feel like they were struck by lightning. Both of them are born with physical constitutions, each with their own characteristics. Ability, but I never knew that there is such a thing as inheritance of natural constitution.
The young man ignored the shock of the two and continued: "I killed myself because I completed this illusion, no, it should be said that I formed this small world. I don't want to live in a world without her."
It was really an illusion, Mo Chao sighed sincerely, what kind of treasure could create such a grand little world.
"I am a mortal," the young man told his story, "I am the son of Diman from the Jingkang tribe. My fiancée is the daughter of Daman, who I grew up with. I love her so much that I can't extricate myself. As long as I have her." No matter how vast the grassland is, no matter how tall the butter grass is, I can find her immediately." When the girl in my arms heard these words, she became even more shy and covered her ears with a cry.
The young man continued: "Daman and my father made an agreement that we would get married when Jingman turns sixteen. After knowing this agreement, I look forward to it every day and eagerly hope that the day will come soon."
"Jing Man is not an ordinary girl. She is the reincarnation of the Yanpo star and can control the plague. But she has never thought of harming others. She is kind, really kind." At this point, the boy's voice became softer for the first time. Choking up sobs, "She was praised to the heavens by the people of the tribe, and was regarded as a leader and a god. But in my eyes, she will always be a girl who acts like a spoiled child in my arms. If possible, I wish she was an ordinary person. In this way, I can hold her forever."
"But!" The young man's eyes suddenly filled with deep hatred, and the veins on his eyebrows were exposed, and he said ferociously: "Jing Man, who was known as a god, became a disaster star in the eyes of other tribes. They gathered together, Support Hu Buldan Daman as the leader, they, they." The young man's teeth grinded and even the girl in his arms felt uncomfortable.
"They took advantage of Jing Man's kindness and tricked her out of the tribe. Just when she was about to turn sixteen, they nailed her to the altar with eighteen bone nails." The young man said this. Tianchang roared, "By the time I arrived, her blood had dyed the altar red, and she was the only one nailed there alone on the empty grassland."
The young man hugged the girl in his arms tightly and couldn't help but shed tears. "I was stupid and didn't know how to climb to the altar. I saw the nails on her body and her body that was almost drained. Seeing the black bone nail nailed in the center of her delicate neck, she is still alive and looking at me quietly."
"She didn't even have the strength to blink her eyes, but I knew she was crying. I'm here. I'm late. I can't forgive myself. I'm crazy. I don't know where my limbs are. I don't know where my limbs are. Where is my brain? I'm really crazy."
"I kissed her, maybe it was my instinct when I was a walking zombie. I didn't know what was being sucked into my mouth. At that time, I was like a horse or a dog, a beast with no memory."
"When I woke up, all the butter grass beside the altar was rotten and withered. Jingman closed her eyes and she was dead. I told myself this, telling myself a thousand times that I don't want to live anymore. I carefully pulled out a bone nail in her foot, not wanting her body to be damaged in any way. Then I stabbed my own throat. I stopped. I remembered Jing Man said that she liked butter grass. of frankincense."
"I want to cover her body with butter grass so that the grassland wind will no longer hit her cheeks. I run to the place where the butter grass grows, but wherever I go, the butter grass there will Rotting and mutating, just like what Jing Man did before. After all the butter grass in sight fell, I finally discovered that I had become Jing Man's 'reincarnation'."
"I touched my body, looking for Jing Man's soul, but couldn't find it. I crawled back to Jing Man, lay down and held her cold little hand, watching quietly as the cloud turned black. How I wish Jingman could say a word to me again, how I wish I could see her acting coquettishly."
"No one answered me. It seemed that I was the only one in the world. I was the only one left. Jingman was gone and disappeared. I could never find Jingman again. I slit my throat with a bone nail and closed it. Eyes awaiting death."
"But I'm still alive."
"I can't die. No matter how I die, I will open my eyes again. I'm scared. I'm afraid that I will always live in a world without Jingman. I don't want to. A world without her is purgatory and torture for me. "
"After many times, I finally stopped cutting my belly. I became calm and accepted that I can't die."
"Then, I will destroy this world, a world without Jingman"
