Infinite flow: The non-African's partner is the European emperor

Snow Leopard spoke haltingly, trying hard to express himself clearly.

Xie Cang understood, and thought: "You mean there is a flower inside, which was left by the person named Yaoyao you mentioned, and this yard has a barrier, so you can't get in, but Mu Nashe can. You want him to go in and take the flower out?"

He was a good translator. Snow Leopard's eyes lit up immediately. It seemed that what he said hit the mark completely.

The snow leopard touched Zhou Xing with its head again and looked at him with longing eyes.

Zhou Xing paused for a moment, and for a moment he actually felt that Snow Leopard's eyes were somewhat similar to Xie Fei's eyes sometimes.

He breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that they had been apart for too long. Everything he saw reminded him of him.

"Don't touch me, I'll go in." Zhou Xing sighed helplessly and walked towards the entrance of the courtyard.

Xie Cang was looking at him from behind, a little worried that if the door couldn't be opened, this man would be blown into pieces like the stone.

But his guess did not come true, Zhou Xing actually walked in without any hindrance.

Xie Cang was very surprised, but the snow leopard was very happy and turned around twice on the spot.

After Zhou Xing went in, they could no longer see him outside, as if he had disappeared out of thin air.

Only then did Xie Cang realize that when looking at the courtyard from outside the barrier, everything in it was still. Although the leaves outside were still being blown by the wind, the leaves of the big tree inside did not move at all.

However, Zhou Xing, who was inside the barrier, saw a different scene.

There was a pond in the yard. The cool breeze rustled the leaves. A young man sat barefoot on the jade stone by the pond, his feet swaying in the water.

He looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old, with handsome facial features that exuded indifference, long hair that reached his waist, and a white robe that outlined his slender waist. His feet floating in the water were white and translucent, and one could even see the blue veins, and there were silver bells hanging on his ankles.

Like a canary raised in this world.

The koi in the water were playing with him, but the boy seemed a little absent-minded and didn't even notice that there was someone behind him.

What caught my eye was a touch of silver-white. The whole person looked like a piece of ice, with long silver-white hair, white eyebrows and eyelashes, and ice-blue eyes, just like a handful of snow that would never melt.

He picked up the boy and put him aside. He held his ankles with his big hands and wiped the water off them on his robe. After wiping, he held them in his hands to warm them before putting on his shoes.

After doing all this, the boy didn't say a word, and even his expression didn't change. He blinked very rarely, and his eyes were empty and lifeless, like a puppet.

"Feng Lixi came today and said she wanted to see you, but I rejected her. You are in such a state now that you cannot face anyone. You won't blame me, right?"

"There is a new tribe at the foot of Cangshan Mountain. Every few days they offer sacrifices to the God of Cangshan Mountain, hoping that he will protect them. But Ming is dead, and there is no god in Cangshan Mountain anymore."

"The vitality of Cangshan is slowly recovering. Qingluan also said that she saw new flowers blooming. However, I don't like any flowers appearing on Cangshan, so I pulled out all the flowers and plants. You must be very angry, right?"

...

He knelt in front of the boy, buried his face in his knees, and recounted what had happened in recent days in the most gentle and calm tone.

But there was never a response from the boy.

I don’t know how long it took, but the air seemed to have become quiet.

Zhou Xing saw the ice spreading continuously on the silver-haired man's body. The speed was very slow, but if it was not controlled, it would freeze the entire courtyard sooner or later.

"There will be a falling star tonight, Yaoyao, do you want to see it?"

When the young man heard the word "falling star", his eyelids moved, and his eyes also moved, from scattered to focused, and fell on the person in front of him.

"Xing..." He opened his mouth and made a stumbling sound.

"What does Yaoyao want to say?" The silver-haired man was very surprised. He held the boy's hand tightly, and his voice trembled uncontrollably.

"Flowers... stars... stars... I want..."

The boy blinked, raised his hand, stroked the man's face, and said word by word: "I want the stars."

The man was very happy. He held his hand, kissed it, and whispered, "There is only one star that belongs to Yaoyao."

"Mu, Nashe."

It had been a long time since the boy last called him by this name, and his soul began to tremble, longing for the boy to call him again, "I'm here, Yaoyao, can you call me again?"

"Munashe...Ming, where is Ming?" The young man looked at him with the clearest eyes, but the words he said were more painful than any harm.

"died."

He seemed to have walked out of this beautiful dream. He was no longer begging gently as before. His eyes were full of coldness. "Yao, I have told you many times that Ming is dead. His spirit is gone. You did it yourself."

He wanted to reveal the whole truth to the boy, to make him see the reality and walk out of his dream. Whether it was hatred or love, he did not want to hear this disgusting name from Yao's mouth again.

But what was destined to disappoint him was that the boy could neither hate nor love. He was born like a stone, without any emotions, without hatred or knowledge of good. He never knew what a small action or an insignificant word of his would bring to others.

Just like many years ago, when Munashe appeared beside him, he said: "From now on, you are mine. No matter how the world changes, you will stay with me, right?"

The world changes dramatically, and the seas dry up and the rocks crumble.

of course can.

Because the stars exist forever.

Realizing that Munashe was angry, Yao reached out and hugged his waist. Compared to the initial dullness, he now looked more lively.

"Munasha..."

He stood up again and gave Munashe a gentle kiss on the face. It was a kiss without any lust, just a kiss because he didn't want him to be angry.

Just this one kiss gripped Munashe's heart tightly. Even though it was heart-wrenching and painful, he dared not let go.

"You are always like this. You clearly don't love me or like me, and you clearly don't need to get close to me..." Mu Nashe was shaking as she held his hand. She buried her face in his neck, arched her back, and her long hair fell on the boy's arms. She said in a hoarse voice, "Stay with me, just like that..."

People say that Munashe is a flower growing on the snow-capped top of Cangshan Mountain. It should be cold and cannot be touched. It can only be admired from afar. He may not understand the affairs of the world and will not experience the sufferings of the world.

But he experienced all of this from Yao.

even more.

How do the gods who are on good terms with Ming describe him?

Imprisoning gods, killing gods, and going to hell.

God is trapped in this small world.

But it was obviously this little god who had not yet succeeded to the throne who had used his sweet words time and time again to keep Munashe by his side.

It was this world that trapped the stars, causing him to willingly lose his freedom.