Star Railway: I use my sword to communicate with gods!

"Master, master, hostess, is she all right?"

Xiao Zi jumped out of Kagamiyu's arms and looked anxious.

"It should be fine, by the way, where are you these days?"

Mu Bai looked at it, above the little purple body, there were inexplicably some more golden lines, and tapped her furry little head, and her eyes flashed a little curiosity.

Looking at Xiao Zimeng's appearance, Mu Bai's head was alive.

Huh? By the way, where did his wealth go?

If memory serves, Wang Cai should be a dog with black and white hair like Erha, looking silly and silly.

Every time he goes home, Wang Cai will take the initiative to step forward.

He is originally crossing, but he is particularly close to this kind of similar erha dog.

Mu Bai also stalked for decades before Wang Cai could successfully live with them.

Instinctively, Mu Bai looked around, wanting to find a wooden house that he built by himself.

"Master, hungry, I want to eat~" Seeing

that Jingliu didn't seem to have buffered yet, Xiaozi jumped on Mu Bai's shoulder and pointed to his mouth with his small paw.

After forcibly recovering, she is now very hungry.

"If you go over there and take a look, if I'm not mistaken, Wangcai must have stockpiled a lot of grain."

Mu Bai pointed to the log cabin in the distance.

Xiao Zi's eyes lit up when he heard this, turned into an afterimage, and rushed towards the log cabin.

Now she is growing up, if she is not full, she will transform into a flat plate in the future.

Thinking back to his hostess's sexy body, if he was a flat plate, the owner might dislike it.

Holding the slender but muscular waist of the mirror, Mu Bai walked towards the house.

After crossing the steps and pushing open the wooden door with intricate patterns, a pleasant fragrance entered the nose.

Inside the antique room, but because of the existence of Mu Bai before, there are more human fireworks.

Placing the mirror flow on a Tai Shi chair, Mu Bai's eyes were serious.

"Liu'er, are you all right?"

"Well, after your suppression, the demon yin does not dare to be presumptuous."

Jingliu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart when he found that Mu Bai had suppressed the demon yin so easily.

"Then you rest for a while, I'll go to the room where I used to live and see if there is anything useful."

After Mu Bai settled the mirror flow, he walked towards the second floor.

To be honest, he was also a little curious about what he used to look like.

If there is a habit of keeping a diary, it is estimated that it can help memory recovery.

If that's right, your room is in the innermost part of the second floor.

Mu Bai forgot the location of his key, but he couldn't stop here.

Just by hooking some sword qi, it is easy to break the door lock.

"Squeak!"

The wooden door, which has not been opened for hundreds of years, slowly lifted a corner.

Vaguely, there is a familiar fragrance.

Mu Bai curiously opened the wooden door and walked in.

At that time, Xianzhou was not so developed, so the place where he lived tended to be in the near-ancient style.

A bed, a table, a wardrobe, and a bookshelf.

The sunlight shone through the window, shining on some unknown flowers that had withered, revealing a kind of loneliness.

Simple but capable.

"Huh? Once me, was it such a simple person?

Mu Bai's eyes were puzzled, there was no problem with his memory, he lived in the corner of the second floor.

When I came to the window, I looked at the wooden window frame, there were several dim mottles.

This imprint seems to be caused by long-term extrusion.

The fingertips kept sliding over the bookshelf, and an unpublished book caught Mu Bai's attention.

"Do you really have a diary?"

Mu Bai's eyes were a little joyful.

Remove the dust from the book and slowly lift the cover.

[Year 7200: Today is an important day, I led the cloud cavalry army to disperse, Talassa's walking fleet, I thought that I would be able to meet the person I wanted when I came back, but the last message I got was that he had disappeared. Just

seeing this first page, Mu Bai's eyes trembled slightly, could this be a diary written by Jingliu?

Looking at this thick diary like a book, Mu Bai could already think of the lonely back of writing under the lamp for countless nights.

......

[Why go?] I have already looked down on the problem of the demon yin, even if it really can't work, it's just my destination, why do you leave me? 】

【I'm struggling, I want to go to you, but I'm Luofu Sword Head, I can't leave for Xianzhou, Xiaobai hopes that you can be safe. 】

.....

[Today, that kid from Jing Yuan asked where my uncle went? ] In response, I shook my head slightly, just telling her that if she fell into the demonic yin, she should not be soft. 】

......

[Xiaobai, today we unraveled the siege of the Jade Que Immortal Boat and defeated the living planet "Jidu Mirage". ] When I got home, I should have been happy, but I didn't know why my eyes were moist. 】

.....

[Xiaobai, today we won the battle again, but after coming back, I didn't see your figure, I always felt an emptiness in my heart, Xiaobai, when will you come back...

...

.] [Xiaobai, are you okay? I really don't know, how safe you are now, if something really happens, Senior Sister will come to accompany you in the future. 【

Ephemeris: A hundred years have passed, Xiaobai, where are you?】 Senior sister, I miss you so much. [

Do you know that I want to live with you for the rest of the time than the so-called demon yin?] 】

.....

[Ephemeris 7320: Where is Xiaobai, I miss you so much, I really miss you. ] 【

Ephemeris 7330: Xiaobai: Xiaobai: Xiaobai: Mu Bai: Miss you!!! 】【

Xiaobai!! Heheha!! Miss you!! 【

Mu Bai, Mu Bai, Mu Bai, Mu Bai! 】 Mu

Bai's browsing speed is very fast, and there are not many things written in Jingliu, sometimes one sentence per article.

It's just that in the end, all the content is only the word Mu Bai.

It was densely written, taking up almost half of the pages of this diary.

"Forehead: It seems that these two hundred years have made Senior Sister suffer.

Mu Bai looked at the dimness on the edge of the windowsill, and faintly, a white-haired shadow with both hands leaning against the window, lying on his arms and looking back at the bright moon, appeared in front of him.

I hope that people will be long-term and live together.

"Xiaobai, why did you come to this room?"

Jingliu came here, looked at the closed diary in Mu Bai's hand, and couldn't help but jump slightly.

"You didn't read what's inside, did you?"

Jingliu came to Mu Bai's side, his eyes wandered, and he quietly snatched the diary in his hand.

The dust on it was no longer there, and it was obvious that Mu Bai had finished reading the contents inside.

Xiaobai, shouldn't you think that you are an idiot?

[Hahaha! Is it an idiot, don't you have points in your heart? The

relentless mocking voice of the sick mirror stream made the mirror flow earlobe flash a little red.