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"Master, you, get up...Let me deal with them, okay?" Yuan Shu cried while holding onto Su Mo's clothes tightly.

But the person in front of him was obviously getting weaker and weaker, but the strength in his hands didn't decrease at all. He didn't speak again, Yuan Shu could only feel the warmth dripping from his neck, drop after drop.He knew that it was Su Mo's blood.

He could sense the fading of Su Mo's life, just like what he saw at the beginning, half a month was about to disappear.He saw that the robe under the Master's body, which had fallen to the ground due to bending over, gradually melted away and turned into simple lines. It was amber in color, beautiful ink painting, and every stroke contained the taste of divine blood.

He saw some corpse demons attracted by the divine blood, licking his dark body, and heard the satisfying sounds from their throats, every sound was like a death knell urging death.

But his little master still hugged him tightly, dragging his last breathing time with his life.

"Master..." He couldn't say anything, this almost whispering voice seemed to exhaust all his strength.

Why is he so useless.

Isn't he a god?

What flows in his body is the blood of the ancient gods, and what flows in his body is the power of the ancient gods.

However, he couldn't even keep his beloved demon...

Why is he so useless.

Thousands of years ago, he was forced to commit suicide and died a miserable death.

Thousands of years later, because of his own incompetence, he killed his favorite demon again.

Shu Hua, why are you so useless!He was full of self-blame, closed his eyes, and all the tears flowed down his face.

At some point in time, golden warm light emanated from his body, lingering around him.It seems that something is going back into the body, like the part of the soul that has been missing has been filled completely.As he wandered in the warm sun, every inch of his skin stretched out.

"Nuwa, look good, I want to draw a person who is more beautiful than what you made."

"Have flowing long hair, like me."

"You should have sharp eyes, Junxiu."

"There must be my divine power and constant growth."

The words that I said in the past, with high and low voices, echoed in my mind.There are one scene after another in front of me, each one I wanted to remember with all my heart.

From the birth of Su Mo at the beginning, to the later togetherness, to the later parting.

Frame by frame, walking by in front of my eyes.

"Little Mo is my grandson, you will all call him Your Highness from now on."

"Don't be rude to Xiao Mo, don't bully Xiao Mo!"

That was his apprentice Chang Qing's appearance when he bullied Su Mo.At that time, the peach blossoms were in full bloom and the sun was warm. Su Mo stood behind him when he was young, and the petals were scattered on his fluttering hair.Even after thousands of years, the nostrils still seem to be filled with the peach blossom fragrance of the day.

"Little Mo, how can you kill indiscriminately?"

"Little Mo, do you know your mistakes? Loyalty, righteousness, filial piety, benevolence, virtue, kindness, diligence, tell me again!"

That was the scene where Su Mo was severely taught when he killed a life for the first time.The little boy in a white robe knelt on the ground full of withered grass with his head bowed. Snowflakes fell on his silver-white hair. He was the only warmth in the snow.

He saw himself walking slowly in front of the boy, holding his warm hand, with a slight smile on the corner of his lips, and said every word gently: "Okay, we Xiaomo will not make mistakes again in the future, yes wrong?"

Thousands of years of life seemed to be forced back into my mind in an instant.Yuan Shu opened his eyes again, his black pupils faintly glowed with golden light, and his forehead was dotted with vermilion lines.

He was standing in the middle of the room, and he had already changed into a pair of clothes, just like the one he saw in his memory.

He looked around, a large number of bloodthirsty and brutal corpses were forced to retreat to a corner because of this powerful and pure divine power, trembling.

And under his feet, where Su Mo had just protected him, was a painting full of footprints.

The man in the painting, wearing a white shirt, stands outside the distant mountains.With silver hair and blue eyes, she was looking at him in the air from afar, blinking slightly, tears streaming down her face.

"Little Mo."

He opened his mouth hastily, but even he was taken aback when he heard this address.

Little ink, little ink...

That was his little Mo, his first and most beloved, Yao.

He flew down and held the painting carefully, looking at the blurred lines on the painting, his heart seemed to be pierced by dense needles.

"Master, I... I will help you fix it, you bear with it for a while, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, I will help you..."

After finishing speaking, his fingers lightly touched the lines on the painting that became lighter, and moved closer to his lips, slowly sending spiritual energy to him on the drawing paper.With the lines in the painting no longer fading, he lifted the painting into the air with divine power, opened the jade pen in his hand, and began to draw on the drawing paper.

Halfway through the painting, I suddenly heard someone sighing not far away: "Tsk, you like me so much, Emperor?"

This voice was so familiar that Yuan Shu knew who it was.However, the man had never spoken to him in such a tone.

He paused with the jade pen in his hand, turned his head slowly, and saw:

The demon with bright red pupils, with a clear moon on his forehead, dressed in a big red dress, was sitting on a sword he was very familiar with.He flicked his long silver hair with one hand, turned his head, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and a chuckle sounded in the closed room, lazily and charmingly.

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