The first mascot of the special department

chapter57

Jiang Yuan took a nap for more than an hour, and when he woke up, clothes matching his size had been delivered, even including his individual electromagnetic gun.

Shuobei sat on the living room floor and helped him fix it. Seeing Jiang Yuan sitting up, he raised his eyes and said, "Take another two hours, and your cannon barrel will be ready."

"Oh..." Jiang Yuan's eyes were still a little confused, and he responded reflexively.

"You might as well sleep a little longer." Seeing him like this, Shuo Bei couldn't help laughing.

"No." Jiang Yuan replied slowly.He sat on the edge of the sofa for a long time, maintaining the posture of hugging the salted fish and pillow.

This suite is designed in a Chinese style, with mahogany furniture and a pendulum clock hanging on the wall.

At the hour, the pendulum clock rang, Jiang Yuan got up with a jerk as if awakened, walked to Shuobei's side, held down his head and rubbed it.

"Is there any watermelon?" Jiang Yuan asked after ruffling Shuo Bei's hair.

He stood up straight, intending to wander around elsewhere, but Shuo Bei suddenly reached out and pulled him into his arms. After rubbing him twice, he replied, "It's in the refrigerator, but it hasn't been long since it arrived, and there isn't enough ice."

Jiang Yuan was surrounded by Shuo Bei's hands and feet again, and this man could even dismantle the parts of the gun barrel through him.Jiang Yuan watched for a while, then got out from under Shuobei's arm, "Is there a juicer?"

"In the kitchen." Shuo Bei raised his chin to the other side.

Jiang Yuan said yes, changed his bathrobe, and walked slowly into the kitchen.

The design here is very similar to the one Jiang Yuan lived in. Except for the size difference, the layout is almost the same, so it is almost unnecessary to get used to it.Jiang Yuan walked to the refrigerator in a familiar way, and took out the watermelon from the refrigerator.

The watermelon knife in Shuobei's house is exceptionally sharp, and Jiang Yuan used it very smoothly. He cut the watermelon into pieces while eating. When he started juicing, only half of the watermelon pieces left in the juicer.

But it doesn't matter, there is not enough watermelon, and ice cubes are used to make up.

He quickly froze a plate of ice cubes and poured them into the juicer.

While waiting, Jiang Yuan opened his portable space.

It was full of things in a mess, including weapons, snacks and even comic novels. He was going to take out a bag of potato chips, but he saw the gift box Donghua gave him filled with Yaocao.

Some words sounded unexpectedly in my mind.

"You really like your apprentice that much?"

"He is a sinner, he is born unknown, not a good choice."

"One day, you and I will return to the god position, and he will die in a long time."

At the time, Donghua had no time to think about it, and later, he didn't have the time to think about it. Now that he remembered it, Jiang Yuan couldn't help but feel puzzled.

How could Shuobei die?

He grew up in the holy land for four days, and when he was about seventeen or eighteen years old, he gained divine power.He has a godhead and is a legitimate god. Although he is not very famous, he still enjoys endless life. Even if he comes from the holy land to the human world, he will not be affected.

Then why die?Did Donghua think he was capable of killing Shuobei?But if this is the case, then the wording should not be "die in a long time".

Is Donghua lying to him?But there is no need, the Yaocao is in his hands, and soon, he will remember everything.

Another secret?

Jiang Yuan's brows gradually frowned, he opened the gift box, took out the Yaocao, and was thinking about it when the juicer suddenly stopped working.

The humming sound disappeared, and the tranquility returned to this world.

On the transparent wall of the juicer, the bright red watermelon juice quickly slid down. Jiang Yuan looked back at Shuobei, adjusted his breathing, found two glasses, and poured out the watermelon juice.

When he returned to the living room, Shuobei had already started overhauling the other side of the barrel.

Jiang Yuan sat down opposite him, and placed the watermelon juice tray between them. After looking at it for a while, he asked, "Where is my old bow?"

Shuobei's movements paused slightly, but it was too fast to catch.

"Broken." He said, and then raised the electromagnetic cannon in his hand: "I originally wanted to make a replica for you, but the human world is not as good as the holy land. After searching for many years, I couldn't find similar materials, so I just made it. this."

"It was broken in the battle between Qingweitian and Desire Realm in Yuqing Realm?" Jiang Yuan crossed his legs, propped his elbows on his knees, and supported his chin with the back of his hands.Not far away, the curtains in front of the French windows were gently swayed by the wind, but Jiang Yuan looked at Ding Shuobei, his gaze never blinking.

Shuobei let out a "huh" and didn't say much else.

Jiang Yuan has recovered most of his memories, and he is no longer the person who always told Shuo Bei everything.The bow he used to use was made of extremely hard meteoric iron ice soul, which was harder than the keel, let alone broken, it was difficult to break.

But it happened to be broken, so it is not difficult to see how tragic the battle was.

"Then tell me, how did I die?" Jiang Yuan tilted his head and asked again.

Shuobei raised his eyelids, his eyes were very calm.

Jiang Yuan smiled, stretched out his hand and pinched Shuo Bei's cheek: "Why are you looking at me like this, it's an objective fact that I'm dead."

Shuobei still didn't speak.Jiang Yuan's hand slowly lowered, and the two fingers moved to the side of the watermelon juice like a small man walking, and picked it up slowly.

"You have something to hide from me." The smile on his face disappeared.The soft and bright light danced on the top of his soft and curly hair, but it couldn't soften the seriousness in his eyes at all.

The atmosphere was suddenly quiet.

Shuobei's eyes were heavy and light, he fixed Jiang Yuan for a long time, and sighed with lowered eyes: "But it seems that I can't hide it from you for a long time."

Jiang Yuan took a sip of watermelon juice, put down the glass lightly, and made a crisp sound on the floor.

He stretched out his hand to Shuobei, with the palm open upwards, and the Yao grass lay inside.

There was no surprise in Shuobei's eyes. He put down the cannon, picked up the Yaocao, sniffed it, took off half a leaf and put it in his mouth. You can eat."

Jiang Yuan's brows furrowed little by little.

He took a deep breath, picked up the watermelon juice in his hand and drank it in one gulp, and said to Shuobei angrily, "What are you hiding from me? I'd rather remember it myself than tell it myself."

"I'd rather you never remember it." Shuobei smiled, with a bit of bitterness in his eyes.

"Until the moment you die?" Jiang Yuan raised his voice suddenly.

Hearing this, Shuobei's dark pupils shrank suddenly.

Jiang Yuan looked at him intently, not missing any detail on his face, seeing his expression, knew that he had guessed right.

His straight back gradually bent, his shoulders slumped, and his head hung down as if discouraged.

"That bow is broken, my death must not be easy..." Jiang Yuan's voice was a little hoarse.As he was talking, Shuobei suddenly leaned over and hugged him into his arms.

"I won't die so fast." Shuobei whispered, "I will kill Donghua, and if someone still bullies you in the future, I will also get rid of him."

"I won't die too soon, my time is not over yet, and I can stay with you for a long time."

Thousands of years ago, on the other side of the long river of time, someone knelt between the clouds and the sea, and made a great wish to survive for one person.

Looking down at the world through the clouds, only the red sunset remains, scorching the whole land like fire, dead bodies everywhere, and scars everywhere. wither.

Sui Xing also died, no, it should be said "death" is more accurate, he blocked the blow of Donghua's entire Jade Qing Realm power for the Desire Realm, and his soul flew away.

Shuobei knelt in the sea of ​​clouds, alone in the endless sea of ​​clouds, holding a blue longbow full of cracks in his hand, his eyes were slightly downcast, his face was handsome and cold.

The wind blew his dark black robe, passed over his dark eyes, gently wiped the dark mark between his brows, and then stopped.

I don't know how long it took, maybe it was a second, or maybe it was 100 years, the sun was shining brightly, and the supreme sky descended from the west and fell in front of him.

"Winter God Shuobei, a child born in the cracks of time, because of his bond with the god Suixing in Yuqing Realm, he cultivated a whole body of god bones and was listed as a god."

The supreme god named "Heaven" lowered his eyes, expressionless, seeing through the past of the person in front of him with one glance, and seeing through his future with another.

"You are not supposed to be saved. You and Suixing should have been bound together."

"The destruction of Qingweitian in Yuqingjing is the end of Qingweitian in Yuqingjing; the fall and demise of Suixing is the ending of Suixing."

"I can't answer your request."

The moment the words fell to the ground, the bow Shuobei held in his hand shattered, turning into bits and pieces of brilliance, rushing to unknown places with the wind, as if to pursue the dead master.

Shuobei grabbed it hard, but what he grasped was nothingness.

"The fallen god shouldn't be Sui Xing." Shuo Bei gritted his teeth.

"This is destiny." The supreme god said without any emotion in his voice.

Shuobei looked back coldly: "I don't believe in fate."

"You have to believe it, you should know that his soul is gone, and he can't enter reincarnation at all."

"Let him enter reincarnation." Shuobei said.

The supreme god did not answer.

Shuobei looked at him, unable to tell whether it was staring or something else, and slowly and coldly said: "Shuobei, the god of winter, at the price of godhood and status, wake up into reincarnation every new year."

"His soul is scattered and he can't enter reincarnation." The god still said that.

"Shuobei, the god of winter, at the price of a godhead, awakens into reincarnation every year." Shuobei also repeated those words.

The god's expression was only moved, and he asked: "For a person who cannot be married, for an inevitable catastrophe, do you really want to do this?"

Shuobei's words remained the same, but his tone became firmer: "Shuobei, the god of winter, at the price of a godhead, wakes up into reincarnation every new year."

"Maybe, he won't be grateful to you at all." Tian Shen said.

"Shuobei, the god of winter, wakes up into reincarnation in the new year at the price of godhead and god position."

"As a result, you will lose your eternal life and the qualification to return to the Holy Realm."

"Shuobei, the god of winter, wakes up into reincarnation in the new year at the price of godhead and god position."

"Your life will not end here, you will wander in the endless time, be washed away to forget everything, and meet the end in the unknown."

"Shuobei, the god of winter, wakes up into reincarnation in the new year at the price of godhead and god position."

The god stopped talking, he looked at Shuobei silently, and looked at Shuobei for a long time.

I don't know how long it has passed, maybe 100 years, maybe 1000 years, the kneeling man got up and grabbed the spear with his backhand.The black spear pierced through the snow-like clouds in front of him, stood opposite the god, and looked straight into his eyes, which were neither sad nor happy.

The god lowered his eyes: "Have you made up your mind?"

Shuobei: "I have no regrets in this life."