Magic Punk

Chapter 734 I’m still here

In fact, there is one thing that Xuan Yi must admit, that is, compared to Xi Ying, Xuan Er is really a more suitable person to ask for advice.

Of course, this can only happen when Xiying is around and tacitly agrees that Xuanji can say these words.

Otherwise, other times, if Xuan Yi wanted to know even a little secret from Xuan Er, it would be like squeezing out toothpaste with long and arduous efforts.

"See the future." Xuan Yi said this, and Xuan Er nodded.

"Yes, the saint can see the future trajectory and make his own predictions about the future. There is only one other saint who can break the saint's prediction, but this also means that he has to bear the backlash of changing the world."

"In the beginning, many of the fall of saints were related to this change of the world, such as the lost saint who created Ye Ye College."

"Saints also rely on this ability to see the threads of fate clearly, so they can live freely in this world. However, similarly, the rule that saints must not interfere with the world is gradually summarized by them and then implemented."

"And the stronger the saint, the more real and credible the future he can see."

Xuan Er looked at Xuanyi and said, Xuanyi knew what he was referring to.

Because that God of Death is probably the most powerful saint alive in this world.

A saint who is even stronger than Xi Tian feels incredibly terrifying just thinking about it.

Therefore, the future she saw was the most credible and real.

"So -" Xuanyi glanced at Xiying: "The God of Death gave a prophecy about her, right?"

Xiying nodded slightly, but it was Xuanji who spoke.

"She will die eventually."

"But from the moment she dies, her life takes on renewed luster and meaning."

Xuanji said these somewhat mysterious words.

But Xuan Yi's expression did not relax.

On the contrary, it has a more solemn meaning.

"But she couldn't have died a thousand years ago, right?" Xuanyi said.

Otherwise, Xiying could have died cleanly when he left the other side, so why would he have to survive in such a painful and difficult way until now.

After all, Xiying was really sealed in the underground of the Forgotten City, spending thousands of years in a nearly static time in such a manner that ordinary people could not imagine.

Xuan Er glanced at the expressionless Xiying, then nodded: "Yes."

"In the prophecy of the God of Death, after a thousand years, Xiying will be awakened by a destined young man, and truly experience and end her life."

"From that moment on, she will usher in a new life after death."

Xuanyi said nothing.

Because it was obvious that the person predicted by Death to wake up Xiying was himself.

But it feels really unpleasant to be predicted by others more than a thousand years ago.

They were in this vast and ancient mausoleum, with the shadow of the soul standing opposite to the thousand-year-old girl. Only Xuanyi was lying on the ruby altar, like some ancient and great ceremony.

But Xuanyi, who was at the center of the ceremony, was not happy at all.

"So you have been waiting for me to wake up?" Xuanyi said.

But Xiying shook his head.

"No, for me, the person who wakes me up is not necessarily you."

Xuanyi looked at Xiying, looked at this beautiful girl, and clearly said that she had set the target on herself. Why did Xiying now say that he was not the son of the prophecy?

"I had two dreams in total." Xiying said.

"In the first dream, I turned into the indifferent girl who could not speak freely, and followed her to experience the joys, sorrows and joys of this world."

"This kind of life is very beautiful and quiet. I can sit in the warm autumn sun and read the books spread out on my knees, and the scent of thread-bound ink fills my mouth and nose."

"There was that moment when I thought I could live in this world again."

"But you didn't." Xuanyi said.

"Something must have happened at that time, right?"

"Yes, the existence of the child named Third Highness will greatly affect my own power. In other words, since all her power comes from me, the power she uses in my dream will ultimately It was also paid by me." Xiying only said this one thing, and Xuanyi understood the whole story.

Because although the Third Highness is still weak compared to Xi Ying, Xuan Yi has seen the performance of the Third Highness when he takes action, but to this world, the Third Highness is still a behemoth.

Therefore, Xiying's dream is tantamount to suicide, and it is tantamount to lighting another candle wick on the oil lamp of his life.

Then the final fate of His Highness is self-evident.

"The second dream is about monsters, right?" Xuanyi said.

Yaoyao is so weak, so of course it won't pose any burden to Xiying.

But Xuanyi is curious about what Yaoyao means to Xiying.

Because similarly, everyone can see the difference between Yaoyao and His Highness.

The Third Highness is really just a human being who observes the world. Whatever kind of soul is put into her body, she will perform whatever kind of things she does.

But Yaoyao is different.

If Yaoyao hadn't been able to fully demonstrate the soul and thoughts that a human being should have, Xuanyi wouldn't have worked all the way to where he is now.

Even though in the end Yaoyao exchanged his ugly dying body for the possibly most beautiful girl in the world, Xuan Yi still misses and wants the girl from back then.

Very, very much want it.

And he didn't think Yaoyao would really disappear like this.

"Yes." Xiying nodded: "Yaoyao is my second dream."

"During the first dream, I assumed that there was another me in this world, and she had a life that I couldn't imagine at all."

"So that dream finally created the Third Highness, and in the end because it was the Third Highness who exhausted my power to maintain her activities outside, that dream finally came to a not-so-good ending."

"As for the second dream, I hope I can have a brand new life, a life starting from scratch, so I assume that I forget everything and have no power."

"Then who will I meet again?"

"Who would take in such a good-for-nothing me?"

Xiying looked at Xuanyi: "Then I fell asleep on that ice and snow night."

"When I opened my eyes, I saw you standing in front of me and asked me."

The girl's eyes are a gentle red lake.

"Where do you live?"

"Where are your parents?"

Xuanyi was stunned.

He looked at the woman sitting calmly on the head of his ruby bed.

He asked almost everything along the way, but this was the only thing he didn't ask in the end.

Don't dare to ask.