Chapter 1407 Chapter 59 "Forget Me."

Chapter 1407 Chapter 59 · "Forget...me."

Hui Bai passed away.

He died of illness on the night when Sique was 17 years old.

Before Huibai died, it was Xiaobai who came to his bed and listened to his last words.

"Master." Huibai struggled to sit up. His temples were gray and his face was covered with wrinkles.

"Is there anything you want to say?" Xiaobai's light eyes looked at him calmly.

"Master..." Hui Bai whispered: "I miss the rice cake candy I bought on the roadside when I went down the mountain with my senior brothers and sisters... The candy is very sweet and delicious..."

Xiaobai nodded and took out two or three rice cake candies from his arms:

"I know you like it, so I bought it a long time ago."

Hui Bai's pupils trembled, and he showed a wrinkled smile: "Master is very strict with the three of us on the surface, but in fact he is very soft at heart... Even this kind of thing, Master remembers..."

Xiaobai stuffed the candy directly into his mouth: "Talk too much."

Huibai's brows relaxed: "Master, don't you want to eat?"

Xiaobai shook his head: "Candy is nothing but polyhydroxy aldehydes, polyhydroxy ketones, and organic compounds that can be hydrolyzed to produce polyhydroxy aldehydes or polyhydroxy ketones. I'm not interested."

Before Xiaobai finished speaking, Huibai stuffed another candy into her mouth.

The glass-like eyes widened slightly, and the sweetness in his mouth quickly melted away.

This rebellious act did not arouse Lei Ting's fury. Xiaobai put his fingers to his lips and looked at Huibai quietly.

Hui Bai knew that the master was an immortal and the top existence of Luo Vasha. His life in this life is like a mayfly, and in her long life, it is just a drop in the ocean. He is just afraid that his master and senior brothers and sisters will forget him.

After reincarnation, he will lose his memory. Who will remember his short seventeen years?

"Master, how does it taste?"

Xiaobai lowered his eyelids and lowered his gaze slightly.

She was silent for a moment and said softly:

…

"Sweet."

"...Sweet."

…

She has always been a fairy overlooking all living beings.

But when he grabbed her sleeve, she leaned down for him.

"Master, do you want to make a bet with me?"

"What bet?"

"After I die, my body will turn into fish eggs. Just bet... when I emerge from the egg and am reincarnated, I will still be able to recognize you."

"It's impossible, you won't remember anything." Xiaobai hesitated for a moment, then changed the subject: "What should I do if I win? What should I do if I lose?"

Although Huibai can be reincarnated and reborn, Huibai without memory cannot be regarded as the Huibai he is today. For Huibai, every life is equivalent to real death.

Therefore, this is Hui Bai's last wish.

Hui Bai's throat made a sound like a broken bellows, his Adam's apple trembled, and he slowly said the last words:

"If you win... please trouble Master... continue to lead me... to compose the book of the world..."

"If you lose... please trouble Master..."

He slowly closed his eyes, and a tear flowed from the corner of his eye.

"Forget...I..."

Soon, the room fell silent.

The dim lights made a beeping sound. Xiaobai stood in front of the bed, covered Huibai's body with a white cloth, and stood there for a long time.

Qianqin and Sique have already gone down the mountain. This is Huibai's intention. He doesn't want the separation to become too sad.

After a long time, Xiaobai spoke softly:

"Okay, I'll bet you."

"If you win, I will accept you as the [Guardian of Order]. In the future, you can write the Book of the World with me."

"I... have never understood you. Although your life span is so short, you always try to leave something behind."

Her lips paused, as if the rice cake candy was still in her mouth:

"Sincerity...you have a sincere heart."

…

"You have a true heart. Hui Bai."

…

Creation literally consumes human life force.

In just one month, Si Que's body weakened rapidly. His life expectancy was originally only three years, and if it was shortened like this, he might not even be able to reach the age of 18.

Although he knew that Si Que could live for a long time, Su Mingan was still a little worried.

Ten months before his 18th birthday, Si Que began to feel tired all day long, unable to eat, his muscles atrophied, and his hair gradually turned white.

Nine months before his 18th birthday, Si Que was already sitting in a wheelchair, unable to walk, and his organs were aging, but he could still write, so he continued to create life.

Eight months before his 18th birthday, an unexpected person came to the white-collar job.

——Purple hair and golden eyes, handsome appearance, wearing red clothes.

Lord of the world.

The World Master, who had run away from home since being written by Si Que, was actually led up to the sacred mountain by Xiaobai.

The Lord's face was pale, his breath was dying, and he looked like he was going to die soon.

Xiaobai said that after the World Master ran away from home, he unfortunately encountered a glance from the Demon Mother Goddess, which caused his soul to be contaminated. He had been able to hold on for many years, but recently he could no longer hold on.

She felt that Si Que wanted to see the Master one last time, so she brought the dying Master over.

"...When you pushed the door open and walked out, you should have walked to the left." Si Que looked at the dying Master and sighed.

At that time, Si Que used his best inspiration and best pen and ink to write The Lord of the World. Si Que has prepared a birthday cake for the World Master. You can see it by turning left when you go out. Maybe after seeing the cake, the Master would not be so decisive and thought that Si Que only regarded him as an inspiration prop.

However, after the Lord of the World ran away from home, he chose to run to the right and missed the cake that Si Que prepared for him. Then the Lord of the World unexpectedly met the Demon Mother Goddess and his soul was severely damaged.

"Friend, do you have a way to save Su Wenjun?" Si Que asked in the letter.

"...He is so rebellious, why do you want to save him?" Su Mingan replied.

"I'm just curious, his future, his prospects, his development... can bring me a lot of inspiration." Si Que's reply was cold.

Su Mingan didn't want the Lord of the World to die either. Although the Lord of the World was moody, he was a second-generation Noel in terms of strength and intelligence.

That night, Su Mingan asked Xiaobai to help contact Gaowei.

Xiaobai is a [Watcher], a person who had the opportunity to ascend to a higher dimension but failed. She has a way to contact Gaowei.

"I do know some high-dimensional people. Which one do you want to contact?" Xiaobai looked at him: "They are not easy to deal with. They may eat you alive at any time. I advise you not to get close to them."

Su Mingan smiled and said: "Strange high-dimensional people are indeed dangerous, but I want to contact an acquaintance."

He whispered the man's name in his ear, and Xiaobai nodded. She raised her right hand high, pointed to the sky, and called silently.

After a while, a blond young man climbed up the sacred mountain.

He was 1.8 meters tall, holding a black gentian cane, dusty but elegant.

"Hmph... I heard the distant call, and when I came here, it turned out that you were looking for me." Xiao Aba leaned on his cane and glanced at Su Mingan: "What do you want to ask me for?"

"Xiao Aba, I need your help." Su Mingan said frankly: "You should be very good at slicing. Can you please cut the world master into two pieces. One piece contains the pollution left by the demon mother goddess, and the other piece is free from pollution and lives safely?"

This idea came from himself. He was also cut into three pieces. The death of one petal does not affect the other two. If the world master can also be cut into two petals, then only one petal will be contaminated and die, and the other petal can survive.

"Oh? Cut off the tail to survive? Your idea is feasible." Little Aba crossed his arms: "I am indeed good at slicing, after all, I was sliced ​​from the shadow. But... why should I help you?"

"What do you want me to do?" Su Mingan said.

Little Aba narrowed his eyes, rolled his eyeballs, and lowered his voice: "I heard that you and Noel parted ways, so why don't you stab Noel, and I will help you."

"You have stabbed."

"You have stabbed?" Little Aba showed a look of astonishment, and then he laughed heartily, patting his knees while laughing, and laughed back and forth: "The only real Noel, you have a day too! Hahaha, hahahahahaha——! You have a day too!"

Su Mingan had no expression on his face.

Little Aba finished laughing, wiped the tears from his eyes and said, "Okay, it's just a piece of cake for me, I'll try."

A black thread popped out from the top of the black gentian cane and cut through the world master. Like mitosis, the world master was split into two people.

- A world master full of pollution, and a world master without pollution.

The former quickly fell into madness, unable to bear the pollution all over his body, and screamed and jumped off the sacred mountain. The latter had a confused look in his eyes, like a piece of white paper, without any pollution on his body.

Like a demon and an angel.

The world master was successfully cut into two pieces.

"God's things are for God, and Caesar's things are for Caesar." Little Aba looked at this scene and joked.

The world master full of pollution had already jumped off the sacred mountain in pain. And the world master who stayed behind, his rebellious emotions were stripped away along with the pollution, and his temperament became pure and spotless.

Su Mingan's heart trembled.

He suddenly realized that the world master who was full of pollution and jumped off the sacred mountain... was probably the world master he would know in the future.

And the pure and innocent world master in front of him might have died halfway and did not appear in the future.

"Jumping off the sacred mountain, smashed to pieces, full of pollution... Did the world master actually struggle to live in the future..." Su Mingan looked at the misty clouds under the sacred mountain in shock, trembling in his heart:

"No wonder the world master is so cruel. It turns out that the world master doesn't want to be like that, but he can't expel his own pollution, and he is always in pain, so he gradually becomes crazy..."

In the eyes of all the people in Luowasha, the world master is cruel and moody.

In the eyes of the gods, the world master blasphemed the goddess, allowed the demon crisis, was bold and reckless, and turned against Tiangang.

From the perspective of the world game, the world master intervened in the high dimension and tried to subvert the order.

-No matter from which angle, he seemed to be an undoubted "devil".

Su Mingan's heart suddenly felt mixed.

He wanted to save the Lord of the World, but he didn't expect that he was the one who pushed the Lord of the World into misfortune.

…

["When I was born in Luowasha, I also appeared in this world out of thin air like Li Mingyue. But unlike Li Mingyue, I have no memory and don't know who I was in the past." The Lord of the World said:]

["Later, for a long time, I was a mediocre person. I was oppressed by my superiors, bullied by higher races, and crushed by life. Until by chance, I picked up a "Twelve Stories", so I used it as bait to lure several higher races and tricked them into killing each other. I also encouraged those poor people like me to rebel."]

["What I experienced and what I lost is hard to describe. I admit that many of my methods are not glorious, and my goals are not great - I just want power."]

…

Su Mingan sighed.

Destiny is like the tide, the waves are rough and push people forward.

In order to distinguish him, the world master who jumped off the sacred mountain covered with pollution was called "Su Wenjun", while the pure white world master in front of him returned to the name Si Que originally gave him: "Si Li".

Si Li is smart, suspicious, and sensitive, but he is not crazy or cruel. He seems to have eliminated all negative world masters. Xiaobai accepted Si Li as his disciple, and together they joined the great cause of composing the Book of the World.

However, the most critical thing now is... Si Que's body.

Si Que's body seemed like he really couldn't bear it anymore.

His organs were aging, his muscles were atrophied, and his legs and feet were unable to move. He slept for a long time, and even his purple hair was stained with a bit of frosty white.

The first one to notice this was Qian Qin. She delivered a lime Coke and ladyfingers every morning.

"Si Que... Si Que!!"

She called for a long time, but Si Que didn't wake up, so she quickly called Xiao Bai.

Si Que slowly opened his eyes, his pupils were covered with a layer of pale gloom, and his hair was as dry as straw.

Xiao Bai checked Si Que's physical condition and shook his head: "No, you have to stop writing. If you continue like this, you won't even live to be 18."

If Su Ming'an was not in Si Que's body, Xiao Bai would not give the quill to Si Que, who only had a lifespan of three years, which would make him die quickly. Her idea is to let Su Ming'an become "Olivis" and Si Que not to write, so that Si Que can live longer. But since Si Que got the pen, he never stopped.

He was too obsessed with creation and too obsessed with burning himself.

Si Que listened quietly to the diagnosis results.

"No." He shook his head: "I will live for a long, long time. This is... predicted by the god in me."