Quick Wear: The host continues to go crazy and becomes normal from time to time

Mo Beige covered his chest and cried and laughed at times, until he fell to the ground exhausted.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, placed his fingertips between his eyebrows, and condensed and gently spread the white light.

Memory is like a seed, taking root and sprouting, with its vigorous vitality as tenacious as weeds.

It can never be completely cut off or destroyed. It will only take root deeper and deeper as time goes by.

Outside the barrier, Hua Nian'an walked slowly, glanced at the man kneeling on the ground, then looked away and stood beside him. "Hua Nian'an wants to see my Lord."

As she finished her words, the barrier slowly opened like a door, revealing a hole big enough for one person.

She walked in, and Guang Su, who was kneeling on the ground, slowly raised his head and looked at the woman sitting on the ground with red eyes.

The water curtain contained her past memories, each scene seemed to be torturing the people watching.

Guang Su trembled and slowly lowered his head.

After Hua Nian'an walked in, the barrier returned to its original state. Guang Su understood that Mo Beige didn't want to see him.

Just like the last words she said to her 70,000 years ago, "Brother Guangsu, let's not meet again in this life."

Hua Nian'an naturally noticed it and walked to her side. "Hua Nian'an has lived up to my master's trust. The three thousand worlds have continued to operate as usual for ninety thousand years."

"You did a great job." She didn't even look at her. She just hugged her knees and stared at the memories, barely raising the corners of her lips and responded.

"I advised you back then, why did it take 90,000 years... do you regret it?"

Looking at the decadent person, Hua Nian'an lowered his eyes and spoke in a lighter tone.

Mo Beige moved his head weakly and laughed. He had guessed what she was going to say next, and tears started to fall as he interrupted her, "Yeah, but why am I not the kind of person who listens to advice?

The water of the Forgotten River soaked my bones and corroded my soul. I have been through 30,000 reincarnations against the will of heaven and have scars all over my body. I have never regretted the pain of my broken soul. But why can't I... get my sister back?"

Hua Nian'an sat down with her and stretched out his hand with a jar of wine in his palm. Mo Beige looked at the wine without saying anything. She said, "The red spider lily is a guide for people. Over the years, I have collected many fallen petals to make wine. I named it Forget Worry."

"What's the connection between the two?"

Hua Nian'an: "There is no connection."

The woman sneered, took the wine from her palm, opened the lid, drank a mouthful of wine, and said in a hoarse voice, "The flower of parting, the flower blooms but no leaves, the leaves have no flowers, thank you for your comfort."

She paused for a moment, her knuckles turning white as she held the jar of wine, tears glistening in her eyes. "But I don't want to forget it, so I might as well let it relieve my worries. One drink can relieve a hundred worries, one drink can dispel a thousand sorrows."

After saying that, he smiled and shook his head, letting the tears flow, then picked up the jar of wine in his hand and drank it all in one gulp.

Hua Nian'an looked at her, not knowing how to comfort her. The hand he stretched out paused in the air for a long time, and finally fell on her thin shoulder and patted her gently.

Mo Beige casually threw the empty wine jar aside, took a long breath and looked at the flashing screen.

"Do you remember the acting Lord God?" Hua Nian'an changed the subject.

The woman's eyes were a little confused. "Who?"

"Ji Zhengxiao, Ji Mingyue was forcibly released to the Three Thousand Worlds by you, and he will inherit the position of the new Lord God. He was also the Lord God of Kaiyang."

"Kaiyang? Wasn't he killed by me one hundred thousand years ago?" Mo Beige took out a pot of wine from somewhere and took a sip.

Speaking of this person, hatred flashed across Mo Beige's eyes, "Now that I think about it, his death was too easy for him."

"Ji Zhengxiao has been kneeling in the Shura Realm and cannot get up. Please forgive his brother." Hua Nian'an looked at the water curtain and stood up.

Mo Beige: "..."

"That child..." Hua Nian'an hesitated for a moment.

Mo Beige paused, raised his eyes and looked at her, his voice became a little colder, "Are you talking about Tianshu Ziwei's son?"

"Yes."

"If you want to blame someone, blame him for giving birth to the wrong person. My anger and hatred cannot be quelled by Tian Jiu alone.

I will not let any of Yuheng, Tianxuan, or even their families go." Her voice trembled slightly, and she looked at Mo Beining in the water curtain with an especially gentle expression.

Hua Nian'an nodded and didn't intend to continue. "It's time for me to have a good rest. The official business handover is complete."

Mo Beige did not try to keep her, but when she was about to reach the barrier, Hua Nian'an stopped and said, "No matter what you do, in my heart you will always be the most benevolent God when I first met you.

Without you and... there wouldn't be Hua Nian'an today."

Mo Beige looked at her as she turned into a flash of light and disappeared with a self-deprecating smile. When his eyes fell on Guang Su, he quickly looked away, and his clenched hands revealed her mood.

I don’t know how much he drank or how long he drank for. When Jun Beihuang returned, he saw someone lying on the ground unconscious.

He picked her up gently, walked towards the inner room, put her down, then sat aside and looked at her. He stretched out his hand and gently stroked her face, his hand moving down to her collarbone. He tried hard to control his hands but couldn't stop shaking.

"How silly! It must be very painful, little fool?"

The hideous wound spread from her neck to her collarbone, leaving a long scar.

Jun Beihuang remembered that this lotus was painted for her by him and Aning together.

In the past, she always had novel ideas to learn to paint like humans, but she used her body as drawing paper and pestered Aning to paint lotus.

She said it was too monotonous, so she asked him to outline her golden lotus in red. Finally, she added her own original power to make the lotus look lifelike.

She said this way they would never be separated...the two people she cherished most were by her side.

But in the end, he was plotted against and only a trace of regret was left, while Aning died and disappeared from the world forever.

His Xiaobei, who is so afraid of pain, has an immortal body.

"You wanted to destroy this lotus. How many times have you cut yourself over and over again? Xiaobei..." The tears accumulated in Jun Beihuang's eyes rolled down onto the hideous scar.

There is still an extremely evil thought remaining on the scar, which keeps wandering over the scar and preventing it from healing.

Memories flashed through his mind and he remembered that after Mo Beining died 100,000 years ago, she walked to the bank of the Wangchuan River in a daze, took off the hairpin on her head and tortured herself over and over again.

The wound healed over and over again, and she didn't know how many times she tried. Finally, she looked towards the water of the Lethe River, and the hand holding the hairpin sank into the river.

People who are so afraid of pain didn't say a word, just watched in a daze as their hands were corroded and new flesh quickly grew back.

Finally, she raised her hand and scratched a scar on her collarbone. The blood dyed her white clothes red and dripped onto the banks of the Forgotten River.

The extremely evil thoughts injected into the hairpin, this time the scar never healed...

Mo Beige knelt on the ground, her hands drooping weakly and slowly loosening the hairpin in her hand. Her blood nourished the red spider lily, which bloomed more and more beautifully. What a beautiful sight...

"You took all the blame on yourself, but you did nothing wrong, little fool.

You have endured everything alone for 100,000 years, it must be very hard." She rubbed the scar with her fingertips and tears dripped down, but she was afraid that the noise would be too loud and wake up the sleeping person.