Years of ignorance of wine and dipped lips

When the fingertips were about to touch the heart, Jing Nian's physical body was almost completely reshaped, and the petals were scattered. I saw that the chest cavity was still the same as when he died, it was cut open, and the inside was empty.

Xue Zhen suddenly sensed something was wrong, and shouted: "Wait!"

In the next second, Jing Nian's consciousness broke out from the narcissus, and with a more violent spiritual flow than ever before, he attacked Xue Zhen. The cultivation level of the transformation stage was also difficult to resist, and he was knocked out hundreds of times. meters away.

At the same time, that dazzling heart slipped away from my fingertips and flew into Jing Nian's body, like the last piece of a jigsaw puzzle being filled in, Jing Nian slowly opened his eyes, the pupils were completely eroded by the devilish energy, showing an obsidian-like luster .

As if he hadn't fully come out of the nightmare, he waded through the secret realm in a daze, leaving scorching marks that tore the earth where he passed, and even the monster screamed and died in pain.

Neither good nor evil, he is destruction itself.

I have a deep understanding of why the existence of mixed blood of immortals and demons is absolutely taboo in this world, just like the universe follows the principle of entropy increase, and when chaos and disorder accumulate to the end, it is the heat death of all extinction.

Jing Nian approached little by little and came to me. He was unconscious at the moment, but instinctively stretched out his fingertips to touch my signal receiver.

My pale face and the bright red countdown to self-explosion were reflected in my pupils, Jing Nian was startled suddenly, and murmured "Brother".

Receiver immediately shattered.

At the same time, he regained consciousness for a brief moment, grabbed my hand and put it on his heart, "Take it out, brother, take it out."

But soon, the pupils were black again, and the magic energy wrapped around my wrist, which hurt like a knife.

I was sharing his pain, but not a ten thousandth.

Jing Nian was constantly wandering and struggling between sobriety and chaos. He gritted his teeth and pulled out the Hen Wan Sword, cutting off the demonic energy time and time again, but fell again and again, so he simply stuffed the sword into my hand.

"Hurry up, brother, dig it out with a sword."

I shook my head desperately, unwilling to accept the sword.

The last time I cut my heart was because my body was controlled by a gun, this time I can't do it no matter what.

What's more, I have lost the self-explosive neck ring, and I can no longer restart the world line.

Is there really no other way?

The human brain cannot search for information with the precision that a machine can.

I tore my hair, trying to find a way out of the chaotic and tense thoughts, step by step, backtracking.

There is no answer.

I still don't know how to save Jing Nian.

I was emotionally broken, and I didn't realize that the nails had left scratches on the palm of my hand.

But the demonic energy was extremely sensitive to the smell of blood, bypassed the blade, and poured into the wound more eagerly.

I seem to have gotten some sort of hint.

I used to get along with Jing Nian day and night, but I never worried that I would become demonic, because the demonic energy can only infect human beings and has no solution to machines.

It is different now.

I will also be infected by magic energy.

This means that I can dilute the magic energy in Jing Nian and reduce the abnormal value of the game to a stable value.

Didn't the disciples of Jigen Peak back then save Jing Nian in Xuan Ning's belly in this way?

I might as well save him one more time.

This is the meaning of my 79th game reincarnation.

So I slid my hands down, grasped the blade tightly, and cut open my palm. Sure enough, the devilish energy flowed in continuously from Jing Nian's body, penetrated into the bones and blood, and violently collided between the meridians. Finally, like an invisible big hand, ruthlessly Grab the heart made of meat and squeeze out the vital nutrients of this frail body.

My vision began to become dim and distorted, and I saw the malfunctioning vision in the eyes of the prophet again. The countless causal lines connecting me and Jing Nian were disappearing one by one, and warm liquid dripped from my lips. I licked it off with the tip of my tongue, and it was bitter. Incomparably, I can't tell whether it is my eyes or Jing Nian's tears, they are probably all mixed together.

I didn't want him to cry, so I weakly comforted him, "Jing Nian, look, I'm a human being, and only human beings can die, so can you forget about the fact that I lied to you?"

"Brother...don't die..." He kissed tremblingly on the back of my hand, "As long as you live, I'm willing to be cheated."

"Take care of yourself."

The last line of cause and effect also disappeared. Even though Jing Nian was still hugging him tightly, and his grief-stricken screams rang in his ears, his perception was a little blurred, and he couldn't even feel the pain.

Light fell on my face.

It is the long lost sunshine.

As Jing Nian's devilish energy stabilized, the sky began to clear up, and the blood narcissus withered under the scorching sun, and retreated into the dark summer wind together with those evil monsters that had nowhere to hide.

I didn't have the chance to look at such comforting sights. Like the dried daffodils, I came to the end of my life, closed my eyes with relief, and waited to sink into the ground for a long sleep.

This time there won't be a miraculous snowfall waking me up.

But I didn't expect that the miracle came in another form.

The chip behind the ear vibrated, and the electronic prompt sounded immediately.

[The abnormal data has disappeared, and the game system has been repaired. 】

[Due to force majeure, after the system is repaired, the tasks of all players will be re-settled, during which there may be data loss. 】

[The specific performance is: the progress of some players will be rolled back, and some tasks need to be redone. 】

[We apologize for the inconvenience you have caused, and we will give you a chance to resurrect. 】

[Your task progress is being recalculated. 】

[Your current side mission: Five Plague Pagoda, progress: 4/5. 】

[Your current general task: saving Jingnian, progress: completed (1 minute ago). 】

[Confirm that you have completed the final task, you can return to the login anchor, exit the game and return to reality. 】

I was suddenly released from the sinking and became extremely light.

It is the soul that leaves the body, floats up, and flies towards the sea, leaving the boundary of the map and the end of the world.

A hand wrapped around my ankle, hot in the palm.

I lowered my head and met Jing Nian's eyes.

[It was detected that you stopped on the way back to the anchor point, do you choose to stay? 】

[Your game character has died and cannot be left behind. Do you want to use the chance of resurrection? 】

I didn't hesitate this time and made a decisive choice.

Half a year later, it was the day of the temple fair.

I stood outside the cloth shop, looked at Qin Simu who was picking and choosing inside, and said helplessly: "You buy so many clothes, why don't you want to squat next to the alchemy furnace every day in disgrace? What a waste, no one will look after you wear them. "

"Of course you don't want to read it." His severed right hand has grown back, and he quickly wrapped a few more clothes. Hearing this, he gave me a sideways glance. "I'm showing it to the new junior brothers and sisters."

"Xue...cough, has the master finally decided to accept disciples for Xi Genfeng?"

"It was decided by the elders together, and the ancestor has no objection. After all, the matter of Elder Xuan Ning has been going on for so long, so it's time to turn over the chapter." Qin Simu curled his lips, "I know you haven't heard about it, every day Going to other peaks, thanks to you, you are still the first disciple of Gen Gen Peak!"

"How can I run every day!"

"Yes, yes, you didn't." Qin Simu paid the money and perfunctory me casually.

He moved his ears and heard the loud sound of gongs and drums in the distance. He said with a smile, "The Nuo opera has started again, and a new troupe has been replaced. It is said that the performance is also new. Brother Qi, why don't we go and see it?"

Just as I was about to agree, a butterfly made of ice and snow flew over, attracting the attention of passers-by on the street, who were amazed.

"There is snow in the weather in August."

I reached out to catch the butterfly, but it avoided it frequently, and then stopped by my ear, turning into a few drops of warm snow, accompanied by a deep voice that made my heart beat faster.

Qin Simu caught up and asked, "What did you say?"

"It's nothing... I have to go back..."

"I haven't watched the Nuo opera yet!"

I had already run away, waved to him and shouted, "Next time!"

Back to Zongmen, I went straight to the ice lake.

As soon as I stepped into the enchantment, the snow butterflies all over the sky seemed to fly towards me. I was sweating and panting just now, but in a blink of an eye my teeth chattered from the cold, and I shouted inarticulately: "Jing Nian!"

no respond.

There seems to be a lying figure in the middle of the lake.

Are you asleep?

I calculated the time, and it seemed that it was an hour later than agreed.

I fell asleep after waiting. I was a little ashamed for a moment. In order not to wake up Jing Nian, I slowed down and walked to the shore, but it still attracted the little things with sensitive hearing in the lake, and they swam towards me one after another.

Jing Nian has been staying here since half a year ago. Elder Yan Zhen has a sharp mouth and a bean curd heart. Although he punished Jing Nian to reflect on his mistakes in the ice lake, he did not set a time limit.

Jing Nian really took a serious retreat and introspection here, and copied all the scriptures into a cave.

He knew that I came here often, and he remembered that I said that I wanted to raise a pond of fish, so he used magic to keep the lake from freezing so that these lyre fish could swim.

I took off my shoes and socks, went to the lake to play with the fish for a while, and my calf turned red from the cold.

The human body is really troublesome.

I was a little disappointed and bored, after much deliberation I decided to wake Jing Nian up.

However, when I walked to the center of the lake, I found that there was no "figure" holding it at all, but a mass of things wrapped in clothes, still moving.

I poked it, and the thing barked, "Wow."

It turned out to be a litter of newly weaned puppies, very lively, they threw themselves into my arms and licked my drool all over my face.

Jing Nian appeared behind me at some point, put his coat on me, and explained lightly: "I picked it up in the mountains. I thought you wanted to raise everything, so I took it in."

"I picked it up?" I was dubious, "Is it so easy for our sect to pick up pets?"

"It's fine if you don't want it."

Seeing him reaching out to squeeze the dog's head, I quickly hugged the dog tightly.

"Who said I don't want it anymore?"

But—I always feel that this dog looks familiar, with gray coat color, fluffy tail, and eyes that don't look very smart.

"This dog looks like me... no, I mean, it looks like me when I became a dog."

"Since it's so similar—" Jing Nian had already walked towards the resting grotto, and his voice drifted over casually. "Just recognize a son."

"You called me a dog in another way!"

I yelled in dissatisfaction, and after a few seconds, I suddenly understood the deep meaning of his words, my face flushed, I hesitated in place for a while, and then chased after his back.

He stopped and stood there waiting for me.

The moonlight outlines our shadows on the snow, and we will never be separated again.