The Journey of the Rainbow Dragon

Upon hearing this, the goddess of death turned her head and took a deep look at Ron, then shook her head and said:

"There should be, but I'm not sure if He still exists."

"That"

A plain white finger suddenly stood in front of his lips, blocking Ron's mouth as he was about to continue speaking.

The goddess of death looked at him with a smile:

"Little Ron, you have already asked two questions. What price do you want to pay for the extra questions?"

The white and slender fingertips gently touched Ron's lips, and a hint of charm spread between the two of them.

Ron glanced at the finger beside his mouth, resisted the instinct to take a bite, curled his lips and said with feigned disdain:

"If you don't tell me, don't tell me. You still want to lie to me. Do you think I'm a fool?"

"If little Ron is so smart, it will be difficult to find a partner in the future~"

"Haha, with my appearance, the dragons chasing me can line up from the star realm to the realm of the dead!"

"But in that case, I will be very jealous~"

"I ugh!!!"

The familiar warmth made the clouds in the sky hide shyly.

The two shadows quietly merged into one at this moment.

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Light falls into the mortal world and blends with the dust.

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Time always flies by inadvertently.

In the blink of an eye, Ron has been in the Realm of the Dead for four days.

In these few days, he lived a life of "working at sunrise and resting at sundown" with the goddess of death on this vast grassland.

"I'm leaving in three days. Are we just going to 'waste' time on the pastureland these days?"

Ron was lying on the grassland, his whole body forming a "wood" shape, his eyes looking blankly at the black and white sky.

The white ocean of true spirit is constantly surging in the sky, like the tide of the sea.

This made him miss the life when he first arrived in Oracle Town.

At that time, I just ate and slept every day, slept and ate, and occasionally controlled the trio of vice principals and Gandalf to do small things behind the scenes.

For example, adding some new dishes such as rat head and duck neck to the school cafeteria. (Yes, there are indeed ducks with mouse heads in this magical world.)

There is no need to "work hard" and do physical work every day like now.

"When I get back, I have to ask Gandalf where he got that red fruit, and I have to brew some for myself."

Ron thought silently in his heart.

"What's wrong? Are you tired of this place, little Ron?"

The goddess of death appeared in front of him silently, sat next to Ron, smiled lightly and hugged his shoulders.

Then, she lowered her body, leaned into Ron's ear and said slowly:

"Are you still tired of me?"

The warm and soft breath tickled the ears.

At this time, the two of them were lying in a quiet corner of the past life grassland, and the pale sunlight shone on them through the leaves.

Not warm, but bright enough.

Just like the love of death, it goes straight to the source.

Several bluebells were chirping happily around them, as if they had become witnesses of the two people's emotions.

In the pure black sky, the white true spirit clouds floated leisurely like sheep, and the flowers around them exuded a faint fragrance, filling a quiet and warm atmosphere.

"You know I didn't mean it that way."

Ron turned his head away from the blazing gaze to prevent her from teasing him further.

This level of stimulation no longer works for him.

Dragons always grow, and this iridescent hatchling managed to learn a lot of strange new things in just a few days.

Now Ron can talk about "Jackie Chan topics" with the goddess of death without changing his expression.

A missing strand of silvery white hair fluttered in the wind.

Today, the Goddess of Death is wearing a black robe, and her hair is still the "trendy double whip style" that Ron braided for her.

She looked at the black and white border in the distance, holding a white porcelain teacup in her hand and sipping the real spirit tea, and did not continue to tease Ron.

Surrounding her were groups of white true spiritual light groups.

They seemed to be attracted by some kind of gravity, floating up and down around the body of the goddess of death.

"What are these things? Why don't you let me touch them?"

Ron straightened up, looked at the white light group in the distance and couldn't help but asked curiously.

In the past few days, he also wanted to try to catch one of these light groups all over the [Prairie of Rebirth] to see what it was up close.

It's a pity that this behavior has been interfered by the goddess of death and failed to succeed.

The goddess of death gently waved her hand and gently dispersed the surrounding light groups.

"This place is called the Past Life Grassland, just like its name. It is said that you can see the memories of your previous life here."

Hearing this, Ron's eyes lit up and he said excitedly:

"So is there my past life here?"

If there was a chance to see their past life memories, everyone would choose to look at them secretly, right?

After all, no matter who you are, you have imagined in your youth that in your previous life you might have been some great general who defended your family or your country, or you might have been a god with a sword that frosted fourteen states.

The goddess of death looked at Ron who looked excited and raised the corners of her mouth slightly:

"Haven't you heard a sentence?"

"What words?"

"Legend has it that they are all meant to deceive three-year-olds."

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Ron looked speechless, as if he had eaten a duck neck.

The goddess of death laughed forward and backward, and it took a while before she stopped.

"Okay, okay, I won't joke with you anymore, little Ron, don't be so stingy."

Looking at Ron who turned his head away from her again with a dark face, the goddess of death did not dare to tease him any more.

She suppressed her smile and said slowly:

"Actually, this is the area where the fragments of past life memories that fell from their bodies were gathered before I purified the true spirits."

"Because of this, there are many past fragments of the warm and beautiful memories of many souls floating here."

After hearing this, Ron's expression softened a little, and he turned his head and asked doubtfully:

"Then why don't you let me take a look and keep chasing them away?"

The goddess of death curled her lips and said reluctantly:

"To be able to come here and be remembered by the true spirit must be the most unforgettable and beautiful memory that I don't want to forget."

"The reason why I don't want you to touch it is also to prevent you from falling into those memories and not wanting to come out."

"Although it's 'no danger', it would be a waste of time. You've only been here for a few days in total!"

".Fine."

Ron sighed, finally understanding what she had been doing these days.

This goddess of death was so possessive of herself that she didn't want to be separated from Ron for even a second.

Seeing Ron's helpless expression, the goddess of death suddenly took his hand and asked seriously:

"Little Ron, do you really want to see other people's true spiritual memories?"

"Did not you say."

"Just tell me whether you want it or not?"

"think!"

Ron spoke his mind honestly.

For most intelligent creatures, they will feel a subtle sense of stimulation and excitement when they peek into other people's secrets. This is an instinct.

Not to mention that gossip is the nature of rainbow dragons. This group of legendary dragons who like to follow dramas like to watch the kind of impressive scenes.

It is even more irresistible to remember the image of the past life floating in the grassland that is engraved in the soul.

Curiosity can kill the dragon, that’s not an empty statement.

After getting a positive answer.

The goddess of death stood up, dragged Ron to his feet and said seriously:

"Since little Ron wants to see it, then I will show you!"

"But you have to be careful not to fall into deep memories. The memory fragments of the true spirit are different from the memory of the soul. If you are not careful, the emotions of the true spirit may be completely imprinted on your soul!"

"That is to say, once you get addicted to it, it is very likely that you will feel that you are the person in the memory fragments, thus completely changing your thinking."

Ron opened his eyes wide:

"Then you just called this not dangerous?!"

“Unknowingly becoming another person’s personality and memory. Isn’t this already a modification of personality and a stamp of thought?”

The serious expression on the goddess of death's face suddenly changed, and she said with a smile:

"But don't worry, I'm here. If little Ron gets addicted to it, I will provide you with a "wake-up" service."

After saying that, she held Ron with one hand, and casually touched a ball of white light floating nearby with the other hand.

A faint fluctuation of the power of death swept away, causing the entire grassland of the past to fall into a state of stillness in an instant.

Looking at the smiling face of the Goddess of Death, Ron always felt something bad.

This so-called "wake-up" service is not a physical wake-up call, right?

Before he could say a few more words, an unspeakable feeling slowly entered Ron's mind along the hand of the goddess of death.

It's like diving into an ice pool in the summer, and the thrill goes straight to the sky.

Ron felt his thoughts being swallowed up in an instant.

The silver-white real dragon that controls time, the Möbius strip representing eternity, the hour-hand-like tail, and the ice and snow scene

He couldn't control his body, and countless memory fragments appeared in his mind, as if pictures were flashing quickly in front of his eyes.

"Is this the true spirit fragment?"

Ron only had time to let out one last sigh, and then he completely entered the world of memory fragments.

At the same time, his body fell backward uncontrollably.

A pair of gentle arms gently hugged Ron's limp body, catching him in a princess hug.

But unlike in the fairy tale, it was the prince who fainted this time.

The goddess of death looked at the peaceful face of the man in her arms and gently placed him on the lawn.

Although Ron had entered the world of memory, his left hand still subconsciously held the right hand of the goddess of death.

She looked at the clenched hands, smiled and held them with her backhand, and then looked up at the endless ocean of true spirits in the sky.

At this moment, she was actually in a trance.

In the boundless pastureland, black and white are intertwined.

Gentle souls will meet

Pure spirits will blend together

"If the palm represents the past, the back of the hand represents the future."

"So what will be the result of the integration of past and future?"

after a long time

The goddess of death shook her head when she came back to her senses, and then a cup of true spirit tea appeared out of thin air in front of her.

She caught the white porcelain tea cup and looked at the sunset in the distance.

"It seems like it's almost time."

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