Once Again Tsuka Fuji

"Wheel of Fortune, please..." Yin stood in front of a huge black pistol, and murmured as he pressed his snow-white, almost transparent hand on it.

The long silver hair also seemed to be fading, and was slowly turning white, fluttering behind his head.

"Yin, are you crazy! If you do this, you will die!" Zi ran over, trying to stop Yin.

"Zi, this is my private matter, don't meddle in it." Yin said coldly.

"Silver..." Zi clenched her teeth, "Just for a human being... you violated the rules, but you still... you still have to use... the wheel of fortune..."

"That's it, I'm tired of it too. Tens of thousands of years..." Yin stopped his hands and said helplessly, "The Wheel of Fortune is indeed a divine tool...I've exhausted everything...and I can only change a little..."

"Come on, don't help Lord Yin go back to rest, go and call the doctor of the underworld!" Zi said loudly.

"No need..." Yin raised his hand to stop him, and walked back to his palace step by step, with endless exhaustion in his voice, "I'm alone...just go back."

"silver……"

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In the hall, Yin sat quietly on an armchair, his hair was already snow-white, and his whole body was almost transparent.

I didn't expect that I could be so impulsive...

Unexpectedly, I was caught in it and couldn't get out...

Unexpectedly, parting from life and death can be so reluctant...

He has never been attached to anyone, anything, or anything. Sometimes he even feels that when he can be free, he will be tired of it after having existed for so long.But now, he doesn't want to give up... He actually begins to yearn for that endless life...

"Perhaps, it's not bad to be a human being." Yin smiled self-deprecatingly, looked at his increasingly transparent hands, and frowned slightly, "It's just...even if I become a human being, and when I meet you again...do I agree with you?" Can't you? I didn't erase your memory... In this way, you will always know my existence... When we meet again, will you play tricks on me?"

The silver feet began to dissipate and gradually spread upwards.

"I'm sorry, Zhou Zhu, I promised you to live a good life... But this time, I'm afraid... I'm going to break my promise..."

The last trace of consciousness dissipated...

Goodbye, or, never see you again...

The author has something to say: About Yin, let him take the lunch box like this, it depends on Benmo's mood☆