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Chapter 1298 Chapter 1295·"Godfather."

Snow on earth.

Drenched all over his head.

Su Ming'an opened his eyes wide, and sorrow blocked his throat.

The man's eyes were indifferent, but he paused when he saw him.

"...Wen Sheng?" The man spoke.

Su Ming'an heard this name. Perhaps the separation of death is always the most unforgettable. Even if he knew that what was in front of him might be a mistake, he still walked forward.

"Godfather?" The moment he opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was terribly hoarse.

Having long been accustomed to separation and loss, he would always think back to those people, those things, and those unforgettable names. He lived himself into a silent and solemn tombstone, carefully collecting memories bit by bit, drinking by himself, and reminiscing for a long time.

There are too many names, and sometimes he really forgets a little bit, but he forces himself to recall the scenes that traumatized him over and over again in order to remember them.

Sometimes, in the intervals after a battle, before going to bed, when talking to people... he would always think of the deceased uncontrollably. Even if there was only a slight sense of déjà vu, he felt as if he had seen those people again.

They were like bones attached to his body, integrated into his flesh and blood, living in every time he raised his eyes, every time he raised his hands, and every time he breathed. The pain and memories were long, and the sorrow was as long as the years.

The early-deceased pioneer, the upright knight, the proud girl, the one-minute friend...

--He never walked out of the nightmare of parting.

At this time, a jumping girl came over, her hair bun shaking, and her long skirt was like a butterfly flowing: "Master, the world master wants you to do divination."

As soon as she came, it seemed like there was a spring breeze. The white-haired man nodded: "What is the divination?"

"It is to divine this strange outsider..." Taoer glanced at Su Mingan and showed surprise: "Huh? Master never allowed me to get close to people other than the world master, but you can get so close."

"...Is it true?" Su Mingan said suddenly.

There was no reference, but the intention was clear - Godfather, are you real?

It was like a dream that would be shattered if he stretched out his hand. He never thought that the deceased could come back.

Not to mention... Godfather disappeared completely.

Su Wensheng didn't remember him, the children in the church didn't remember him, and even his best friend Xia Jiawen forgot him. Only Su Mingan remembered.

"Hold my hand." At this time, the white-haired man stretched out his hand to him.

Su Mingan subconsciously held it, and then a white light appeared in front of his eyes -

...

He saw a man with white hair and white eyes standing on the street - it was Li Mingyue.

After Li Mingyue died, he appeared in this world for some reason.

It was snowing heavily in Luowasha, and the sky was white and falling. Li Mingyue looked up and was covered with snow. Everything in front of him was something he had never seen before - a race with pointed ears, a tribe with wide wings, and a dog with three heads.

The snowflakes wet his white hair, and he watched silently, as if he had become a cold statue. People coming and going saw him, but no one spoke to him. He seemed to have suddenly fallen into a strange hole and didn't know where to go.

He never expected to go to heaven, but he never thought he would come to such a place.

"...Ming'an? Wensheng? Shaoqing?"

Then he began to call.

He called once, took a few steps, and called again. The white heels fell in the thick snow, leaving footprints that were neither light nor heavy, all the way.

Snow water fell on his hair, eyebrows, and shoulders. He had long been accustomed to the cold. Hot air came out of his mouth, and he was entangled with those three distant names. At this moment, he realized that he was really alive.

This body was his, but there was a subtle difference. The pupils were slightly pink, there was a peach blossom beside the ear, and the green branches and leaves lingered around his temples and forehead. He guessed that his race should be peach blossom fairy, a legendary semi-god race, similar to Kunpeng, Qilin, and Phoenix, all of which were worshipped as land gods.

However, all this has nothing to do with him now.

He had an urge to drink peach blossom juice. It should be that this body was in urgent need of energy, but he didn't care about hunger. He walked all the way and called all the way, calling his familiar names to those strange creatures that were beyond his understanding.

"Shao Qing."

"Wen Sheng."

"Ming An."

He called alternately, no one had more, and no one had less. He had been sorry for Wen Sheng and Shao Qing, but later he returned the principal and interest to Ming An. This could not be considered a repayment, nor could it be counted.

In the endless snow, he was like a wandering soul who couldn't tell where he came from and where he was going.

He bought a bowl of Yuanxiao with the few Val coins in his pocket and sat down to fill his stomach. This kind of food can't relieve the hunger of immortals, but he remembered the fireworks of the Mid-Year Festival in Louyue Palace. At that time, Shao Qing on the high tower was most eager for a bowl of steaming Yuanxiao.

Passing by the bakery, he bought a bag of plastic-wrapped bread with a cut opening, which was easy to tear open. But he thought of a certain morning, the fountain under the flying white doves, Su Wensheng had followed him to distribute bread again and again, and the young man at that time was also at a loss.

Then he looked up and saw a round moon in the sky. Like that day, his body was broken and filled with moonlight, but he told Su Mingan to "smile more".

... Smile more.

But the child on the high tower was bleeding, and the child by the fountain drowned, only the child under the moonlight was still peaceful... He could sense the death in the child's eyes, and his life didn't seem to be much longer than the previous two.

In fact, as long as he lets himself go, he will live an extremely easy life. After all, they are two destined deaths. Even if he doesn't do it, things will happen. But it happened that his moral standards were too high, which made him never have peace.

Whenever he relaxes, he will think of the shadows of the past, like ghosts gnawing at his bones.

The ancient city, the attic, the lakeside, the candied haws shop, the kite shop, the school, the church... He wandered outside these similar but different scenery, like a dead soul with nowhere to hide, carrying two other dead souls on his back, endlessly. Trapped in the past.

From sunrise to sunset.

From morning glow to dusk.

From early spring to late winter.

From the second era of Ravasha, we walked to the third era.

The immortal has a long lifespan and his body does not decay. He keeps walking and calling, and has passed through hundreds of thousands of years of frost and snow. No one walks with him, no one responds, and even if someone wants to walk with him for a while, they will soon die.

He was no longer a national master, nor a godfather, so it didn't matter if he continued like this, at least it made him feel at peace.

Along the way, the frost and snow were long, leaving deep and shallow footsteps all the way. He is like a piece of frost that has been frozen for thousands of years, unable to melt or transcend. He is always calm and lonely.

Until,

"...Are you calling me?"

——One day, someone finally responded to him.

The voice was cold, as if surprised.

Thousands of calls fell into the air, but at this moment someone finally picked up the call.

He turned around and saw a figure. Long purple hair, golden eyes, and face hidden in a cold silver mask. He could tell at a glance that this man was covered in murder and his hands were covered in blood.

In the past, he would just avoid it, but now he has stopped his thousand-year search.

"Who are you?" Li Mingyue asked.

The World Master seemed to have just finished a war and retreated from the front line. There was a sense of blood lingering as he walked, but he stopped in a controlled manner.

"My name is Wen...jun." The World Master stroked the mask, his eyes gradually softened: "I remember you, just looking at you, I feel like I remember you. Did we...know each other before?"

do we know each other?

Li Mingyue used some divination skills to spy on the secrets of heaven. The world master is indeed inextricably linked to Su Wensheng, but Luowasha is too high-ranking. Even if he is an immortal, he cannot realize what these connections mean. Me, or someone else.

But as long as there is contact, that's enough.

He has no desire or desire to conquer the world. He just wants to find traces of his hometown or old friends, and now he finally found it.

"Peach Blossom Fairy, I heard that you can spy on the secrets of heaven and that you are a born demigod. I am the overlord of the surface plane of the earth. I would like the whole country to support you and regard you as the national teacher. Are you willing to go back with me?" The Lord of the World issued an invitation.

"What do I need to do?" Li Mingyue said.

The Lord was overjoyed. Wherever the immortals are placed, they will attract a large number of believers, which is conducive to his rule: "You only need to divine for me occasionally."

Li Mingyue could see the world master's greed and lust at a glance. He was a qualified monarch, smart and cruel, wise and tyrannical.

"No need." Li Mingyue said calmly.

"Um?"

"There is no need to be a national master." Li Mingyue shook her head: "It is enough to give me a place to stay."

He was so smart, how could he not have expected that he might not really be Li Mingyue.

The sacrifice of karma cannot be undone, and my existence has truly been wiped out. How can I appear in Rawasha unscathed?

The reliable reason is that he is also a product, a product that he is most familiar with...similar to the artificial primitive. Maybe he will be used in the future to hinder Su Mingan's path. Because this Luowasha looks like the world Su Mingan would come to.

Ridiculous?

He was originally the biggest promoter of man-made primitives and personally buried the child's death, but now it was his turn to be the victim. It's just that his luck is better and he doesn't need to die to welcome the savior.

Therefore, the best way is-

"...We will never meet again." He murmured.

From beginning to end, Su Ming'an was nowhere to be seen.

As long as Su Mingan is not seen, tragedy will not happen.

As long as Su Ming'an is not seen, no matter how he is resurrected, he will not cause trouble to Su Ming'an, and those behind the scenes can only look away and sigh.

But at the same time, there was a small desire in his heart.

——Is there any possibility that he is the real Li Mingyue? Maybe something really happened that he couldn't understand. He didn't die. He was reincarnated in Rawasha. After all, those touches, those guilts and pains are all so real,

If he were Li Mingyue, then he could safely contact Su Ming'an. He is an immortal, and he can always be his safe haven as he was in the past.

Then, he raised his eyes and saw the Master's eyes.

Strange, cold, and kingly eyes.

If Wen Sheng was really lucky to be alive and became such a person, it was indirectly caused by him. Is he going to create a new tragedy?

He shouldn't see Su Ming'an, he didn't dare to gamble.

So, he still backed away. Morality tightly strangled his neck, turning him from an aloof immortal into a self-tied prisoner.

Faced with the large number of benefits promised by the world master, the gentle immortal just handed over his hands and said in a cold voice:

"Master of the world, I don't want any glory or wealth. I only have a little need."

"——Please build a barrier, a curtain, and a high wall for me."

"——Please build me a high tower, lock the door, and leave only a small window to see the bright moon outside."

"——Please build a palace wall for me, so that there is still a palace wall outside the palace wall, so that outsiders cannot enter or see me."

"——Please create a paradise for me, leave the peach blossoms and wine, and don't allow anyone to come in contact with me."

He put himself in Su Shaoqing's situation.

Just to prevent Su Mingan from finding him.

He kept himself claustrophobic for decades, pouring and drinking by himself all day long. When he had free time, he helped the world master to divine fortune and read ancient books. Except for Taoer, who had nothing to do and adopted, no one else could get close to her. The melted ice and snow covered his body again.

But he didn't know why,

…

"……godfather……"

…

At that moment, that voice answered his call thousands of times.

…

The garden is full of wind.

The wine is fragrant, peach blossoms fall from the branches, and under the hexagonal white jade pavilion, the immortal looks back in astonishment.

Just like when we first saw it, thousands of peach blossoms are rustling like brocade.

The moonlight shines down, dripping all over my body.

The young man held on to the tree trunk and stared at him blankly. For some reason, he passed through the barrier he had set up and appeared in front of him. Clear and familiar eyes fell on him.

——Su Mingan still found him, as if it was fate.

The Lord of the World is the bridge between him and the mortal world. With a word of promise, his body floating in the clouds returns to the human world, from an immortal to a self-bound prisoner. In the past, I did not pursue wealth, nor was I greedy for comfort, nor did I seek happiness. I lingered on the pain of the past all day long, never letting myself go for a moment. But at this moment, he felt the peace in his heart.

Such a loud sound of wind... made the flowers, snow and flags move.

Snow on earth.

Snow fell all over my head.

…

"You have been gone for so long, I almost thought I would never see you again."

"godfather."

…

Su Ming'an knew even better than Li Mingyue that the person in front of him might be just a reflection in the water. The past could not be traced, and the dead could not be returned. But he had seen Cassadia's resurrection, and he knew that the card-drawing mechanism of Rovasa could bring back an old friend, so maybe there really was such a "just in case."

Although, the most unlikely thing is Li Mingyue.

Tao'er moved closer to the two of them and poked her head around Su Ming'an. After living for fourteen years, she finally met such a strange person - the world master gave in to him, and the master allowed him to get close to him, as if all taboos were ineffective in front of him.

The moonlight in early spring is dyed with heat, and the peach blossoms are everywhere, vigorous and vigorous.

Then, Taoer smiled and called Su Mingan:

"You call him godfather? I don't quite understand the meaning of this word, but since it is 'father', then you are also the master's child."

"Well, I should call you..."

"Senior brother...?" The girl thought about it and kept calling with a smile:

"Senior brother, senior brother, senior brother!"

"Master said that after becoming a master, you become a relative. I finally have an additional relative. Master, you also have an additional relative!"

Then, she came up to him and raised two fingers:

"Senior brother, senior brother, you have two more relatives!"

...relatives.

Su Mingan's eyes widened in surprise, feeling panicked and helpless at this word. He had almost forgotten the word, for it had been so long since it had fallen upon him.

He felt intensely...confused. At the same time, there was also a secret touch that he seemed to be longing for.

But Li Mingyue nodded, did not change the word, and said softly:

"Let's go, now that we're back."

"I'll take you to... meet the real Yue Yue."