Chapter 897

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Chu nightning stood quietly in the wind, and the snow seeds fell on his long eyelashes. He couldn't help recalling what he said to himself when the ink burned parting, and only felt his heart beating. After a while of silence, he raised his head and said to the paper dragon lying upside down, "Take me to a place."

"where?"

Chu nightning turned over on the back of the dragon, and the giant dragon stood up. He faced the wind and snow in the sky and overlooked the silver equipment of the earth. The sun was shining brighter and brighter. In the dawn that finally came, he said to the giant dragon, "Go to Nanping Mountain. I'm going to see him."

Canglong wanted to talk nonsense for a while, but his horns were curled up, and in the end he didn't say anything.

In fact, it is also very clear where the owner wants to go back and who is the person he is looking for. It made a roar of the sea, and before jumping into the sky, Chu nightning glanced back at this magnificent river and mountain.

Long sky, long clouds. From the windy and snowy Kunlun Road, he chased the golden light away, and finally galloped towards the distant rivers and lakes where the light rain had just fallen.

Mo Ran promised him that he would come back.

So he believed in him, and he went to the place where they last parted, to meet him.

"You said... those golden rays of light, will it be the soul of his return?"

The candle dragon tossed in the sea of ​​​​clouds and hummed: "You ask me, I will ask who to go."

"Are you saying those souls will return to his body?"

The candle dragon said qiángqiángly: "Probably..."

Nanping Mountain arrived soon, without hesitation, without doubt, Chu nightning seemed to be sure where the golden red brilliance would eventually go. He rode the wind candle dragon and perched outside the bamboo forest deep in Nanping.

"Is the person you're looking for here?"

Chu nightning didn't answer, he got down from the dragon, he only felt that there was a heavy stone on his chest, and he couldn't breathe.

"I saved a burning body here before." His fingers trembled unconsciously, "So if his soul can come back, then..."

He originally wanted to say that it would definitely be here, but the words came to his lips, but he did not say any more.

What if not here?

He also wanted to give himself hope, he didn't want to talk to death.

Paper Candle Dragon has a heart of grass and trees, shaking his head: "What if he doesn't come back?"

"..."

"What if those golden rays of light dissipated before they reached this point?"

"..."

"if--"

Chu nightning turned back suddenly, his eyes were fierce but his eyes were red: "Then I will burn you to bury him."

"Oh, I'm so scared."

The candle dragon hummed into a golden light, and the gigantic body turned into a small snake, perched on the shoulders of Chu Wanning. It bumped its head against its owner's cheek.

It knows the temperament of Chu Wanning, and naturally it will not take it seriously. It sighs: "Looking at your expression, why do I think you want to bury him more."

After speaking, he scratched the back of Chu Wanning's head with the tip of his tail.

"doing what?"

"I'm afraid if you don't scratch you, you will faint." Xiaolong sighed and slapped his tail, "Your face is so ugly."

"..."

"It's like the kind of gambler who walks into the casino for the last time with his life savings."

Chu nightning rarely refuted it, he closed his eyes.

Xiaozhulong said that it was the savings of his life, but this was actually wrong.

That was the disciple of his two lifetimes, the lover of his two lifetimes, and the fool who used his flesh and blood to fulfill his dàng whiteness even at the risk of falling into a quagmire.

the rest of his life.

The mountain road is long and the snow is creaking.

In the distance lies an old hut in disrepair. Chu nightning stood in front of the hut, his fingertips trembled, and he was clearly just a small courtyard in disrepair, but it seemed to be heavier and harder to reach than the gate of the devil.

He was as stiff as a piece of wood, and he raised his hand several times, but it all fell the moment he touched the door.

Xiaolong: "Oh, if you don't push the door, then I'll come, I-"

The door opened.

It was not pushed by Chu nightning, nor was it by Xiaolong.

That door was originally closed, and it was probably because Qingfeng pity people and could not bear your sorrow, so the wind squeaked and opened the thin door of wood.

Chu nightning stood outside the house.

There was a clearing in the hut, and the trees had not yet sprung, but the branches were covered with thin snowflakes.

Then, it was placed on a man's shoulder.

Hearing the movement, the man's figure paused for a moment, and then turned back slowly.

The light and shadow moved, and for a moment, it seemed as if the earth was returning to chūn, and the light of summer was blazing.

The sound of wind that Chu nightning could not hear before, the sound of falling snow that could not be heard, and the sound of rubbing leaves that could not be heard, all return to the auricle at this moment, and everything in the world is pouring back into his chest like a tidal wave.

He stood on the spot and wanted to run forward, but his limbs and bones were like lead water, and he couldn't move a step. At this time, Chu nightning's ears seemed to sound like the lush cicadas under the Tongtian Tower many years ago.

That was the best years of ink-burning life.

The handsome-looking boy walked towards the elder Yuheng leaning under the tree, towards the origin of everything, towards the beginning of the fate of the two people.

"Chu nightning..."

Xiaolong poked his waist from the side.

Chu nightning only reluctantly returned to God, but still his throat was blocked, and he couldn't say a word.

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