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Chapter 1298: One Thousand Two Hundred Ninety-Five·"The Godfather."

Snow on earth.

All over my head.

Su Mingan opened his eyes wide, and sadness blocked his throat.

The man had an indifferent look in his eyes, but paused when he saw him.

"...Wen Sheng?" the man spoke.

Su Mingan heard this name. Perhaps the separation of death is always the most unforgettable. Even though he knew that what he was doing might be a mistake, he still walked forward.

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

Accustomed to separation and loss, he would always think back to those people, those things, those names that were engraved in his heart. He turned himself into a silent and solemn tombstone, carefully collecting memories bit by bit, drinking by himself, and reminiscing for a long time.

There were so many names that sometimes he would forget a little bit, but he forced himself to recall the traumatizing scenes 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 are like bones attached to his body, integrated into his flesh and blood, living in every time he raises his eyes, every time he raises his hands, and every time he breathes. The pain and memories are long, and the sorrow is as long as the years.

A pioneer who died young, an upright knight, a proud girl, a one-minute friend...

——He never got over the nightmare of separation.

At this time, a girl came over, her hair swaying and her long skirt flowing like a pink butterfly: "Master, the Lord wants you to tell fortunes."

When she came, it was as if there was a spring breeze. The white-haired man nodded: "What is the divination for?"

"It's this strange outsider who is fortune-telling..." Tao'er glanced at Su Ming'an and showed surprise: "Huh? Master never allows me to get close to anyone other than the World Master, but you can get so close."

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

There is no reference, but the intention is clear - Godfather, are you real?
What was before his eyes seemed like a dream that would shatter if he stretched out his hand. He never had the luxury of dreaming that the deceased could come back.

Not to mention…the Godfather has completely disappeared.

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

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

Su Mingan subconsciously grasped 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 pale and white. 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 stared 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, not knowing where to go.

He never expected to go to heaven, but he also never thought he would end up in a place like this.

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

Then he began to call.

She called out, walked a few steps, and called out again. The white heels of her shoes landed in the thick snow, leaving footprints that were neither light nor heavy, stretching all the way.

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

This body was his, but there were subtle differences. His pupils were slightly pink, there was a peach blossom beside his ear, and green branches and leaves lingered around his temples and forehead. He guessed that his race should be peach blossom fairies, a legendary demigod race, similar to Kunpeng, Qilin, and Phoenix, all of which were worshipped land fairies.

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

He had an urge to drink peach blossom juice, probably because his body was in urgent need of energy. However, he ignored his hunger and walked and called out all the way, calling out the familiar names to those strange creatures that were beyond his understanding.

"Shao Qing."

"Wen Sheng."

"Ming'an."

They called out alternately, neither one called more nor one called less. He had been sorry to Wen Sheng and Shao Qing, but later he returned the principal and interest to Ming An, which 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 used the few Val coins in his pocket to buy a bowl of Yuanxiao and sat down to fill his stomach. This food could not relieve the hunger of an immortal, but he remembered the fireworks of the Mid-Year Festival in Louyue Palace, when Shao Qing on the high tower was most eager for a bowl of steaming Yuanxiao.

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

Then he looked up and saw a dark moon in the sky. Just 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 tower was bleeding profusely, the child by the fountain drowned, and only the child under the moonlight was still at peace... He could sense the death in the child's eyes, and his life did not seem to be much longer than the previous two.

In fact, if he just let himself go, he would live a very easy life. After all, those were two destined deaths, and even if he didn't do it, it would have happened. But it was his too high moral standards that made him never at peace.

Whenever he relaxed a little, he would think of the past, like a ghost 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 yet different scenes, like a ghost with nowhere to hide, carrying two other ghosts on his back, trapped in the past endlessly.

From sunrise to sunset.

From morning glow to dusk.

From early spring to late winter.

From the Second Age of Rovasha to the Third Age.

The immortal has a long life and an incorruptible body. He keeps walking and calling, walking through hundreds and 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 of old age.

He is no longer the national teacher or the godfather, so what if he keeps going like this? At least it makes him feel at peace.

Along the way, the frost and snow were long, and the footsteps of deep and shallow were left along the way. He was like a piece of frost that had frozen for a thousand years, unable to melt, unable to transcend, forever calm, and forever lonely.

Until,

"…Are you calling me?"

——One day, someone finally responded to him.

The voice was cold, as if filled with doubt.

After millions of calls falling into nothing, someone finally picked up the call.

He turned around and saw a figure. Long purple hair, golden eyes, and a face hidden in a cold silver mask. He could tell at a glance that this person was covered in blood and had sins of murder.

In the past he would just stay away from it, but at this moment he stopped his thousand-year-long search.

"Who are you?" Li Mingyue asked.

The Lord of the World seemed to have just finished a war and retreated from the front line. He walked over with a sense of bloodiness, but he paused in restraint.

"My name is Wen...Jun." The Lord of the World stroked his mask, his eyes gradually softening: "I remember you. I just glanced at you and I felt like I remembered you. Did we...know each other before?"

Do we...know each other?

Li Mingyue used some divination skills to get a glimpse of the secrets. The Lord of the World did have a close connection with Su Wensheng, but Luo Wasa's status was too high. Even though he was an immortal, he could not realize what these connections meant, whether it was himself or someone else.

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

He had no desires or ambitions, nor did he want to conquer the world. He just wanted to find traces of his hometown or old friends, and now he finally found them.

"Peach Blossom Fairy, I heard that you can peek into the secrets of heaven and are a natural demigod. I am the overlord of the surface plane, and my entire country is willing to embrace you and worship you as the national teacher. Are you willing to go back with me?" The Lord of the World made an invitation.

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

The Lord was overjoyed. Wherever the immortals were placed, they would attract a large number of believers, which would be beneficial to his rule: "You only need to do divination for me occasionally."

Li Mingyue saw through the greed and lust of the ruler at a glance. He was a qualified monarch, intelligent and cruel, wise and tyrannical.

"No need." Li Mingyue said lightly.

"Ok?"

"You don't have to be the national teacher." Li Mingyue shook her head: "Just give me a place to stay, that's enough."

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

The causal sacrifice cannot be reversed. My existence has truly been wiped out. How could I appear in Rovasha unscathed?

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

Is it ridiculous?
He was the biggest promoter of the artificial origin, and personally caused the death of his child. Now it was his turn to be the victim. It was just that he was luckier and did not need to die to welcome the savior.

So, the best way is to...

"...We'll never see each other again." He murmured.

From beginning to end, Su Mingan was not seen.

As long as Su Mingan doesn't meet, the tragedy will not happen.

As long as he doesn't see Su Ming'an, no matter why he is resurrected, he will not bring trouble to Su Ming'an, and the people behind the scenes can only sigh in despair.

But at the same time, he had a tiny desire in his heart.

——Is there a slight possibility that he is the real Li Mingyue? Maybe something really happened that he couldn't understand. He didn't die, but was reincarnated in Luowasha. After all, those touches, those regrets and pains were so real.
If he were Li Mingyue, then he could contact Su Mingan without any worries. He was an immortal, and he could be his safe haven forever, just like in the past.

Then he raised his eyes and met the Lord's gaze.

Strange, cold eyes, belonging to a king.

If Wen Sheng was lucky enough to survive and become such a person, it was also indirectly caused by him. Would he create a new tragedy?

He shouldn't have gone to see Su Mingan, he didn't dare to gamble.

So he retreated. Morality had a firm grip on his neck, turning him from a lofty immortal into a self-bound prisoner.

Faced with the numerous benefits promised by the Lord, the calm and composed Immortal simply bowed and said in a cold voice:

"Master, I don't want wealth and glory. I only have one request."

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

"——Please build a tall tower for me, lock the door, and leave only a small window so that I can 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 and cannot see me."

"——Please build a paradise for me, leave peach blossoms and wine, and don't allow anyone to touch me."

He put himself in Su Shaoqing's situation.

Just to prevent Su Mingan from finding him.

He had locked himself up for decades, drinking alone all day, and in his spare time, he would help the Lord of the World to tell fortunes and read ancient books. Except for Tao'er, whom he adopted when he had nothing to do, no one else was allowed to get close to him. The melted ice and snow once again covered his body.

But he didn't know why.
……

"……godfather……"

……

At that moment, the voice responded to his call thousands of times.

……

The whole garden is filled with wind.

The air was filled with aroma of wine, peach blossoms fell on branches, and under the hexagonal white jade pavilion, the immortal looked back in surprise.

Just like the first time I saw it, thousands of gorgeous peach blossoms rustled, like brocade and embroidery.

The moonlight sprinkled and soaked all over my body.

The young man held onto the tree trunk, staring at him blankly. Somehow, he passed through the barrier he had set up and appeared in front of him. A clear and familiar look fell into his eyes.

——Su Mingan finally found him, as if it was destined.

The Lord of the World was the bridge between him and the mortal world. With a promise, he dropped his floating body in the clouds back to the mortal world, from an immortal to a self-bound prisoner. In the past, he did not pursue wealth, comfort, or happiness. He wandered in the pain of the past all day long, never letting himself go for a moment. But at this moment, he felt the tranquility in his heart.

The wind was so strong...it made the flowers, the snow, and the flags sway.

Snow on earth.

Snow fell all over my head.

……

"You've been gone for so long, I almost thought I'd never see you again."

"godfather."

……

Su Mingan was even clearer than Li Mingyue that the person in front of him might just be a reflection in the water. The past could not be retrieved, and the dead could not be brought back. But he had seen Casadia's resurrection, and knew that Luowasha's card drawing mechanism could bring back the old people, so maybe there really was such a "what if".

Although, the most unlikely one is Li Mingyue.

Tao'er came close to the two of them, looking around Su Ming'an. She had lived for fourteen years, and finally met such a strange person - the Lord of the World gave way for him, and the Master allowed him to get close to him, as if all the taboos were invalid in front of him.

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

Then, Tao'er smiled and called out to Su Ming'an:
"You call him godfather? I don't quite understand the meaning of this word, but since it means 'father', then you are also the master's child."

"Well, I should call you..."

"Brother..." The girl thought of it and kept calling out with a smile:

“Brother, brother, brother!”

"Master said that once you become my disciple, you become my relative. I finally have a new relative. Master, you also have a new relative!"

Then she came up to him and held up two fingers:

"Brother, brother, you now have two new relatives!"

...relatives.

Su Mingan opened his eyes wide in surprise, feeling flustered and helpless about this word. He had almost forgotten this word because it had not happened to him for a long time.

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

But Li Mingyue nodded, without changing the word, and said softly:

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

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

(End of this chapter)