4000-year-old stone statue revived

"what?!"

Ling Guang straightened up suddenly, his surprise was beyond words.

"What did you say you gave?!"

Tang Xiaoyu was so frightened by his sudden movement that he took a breath of cold air, and began to hiccup decisively, adding a sense of joy to the oppressive atmosphere in the room.

"I, Hiccup, in order to find you, I made a deal with Zhiming Hiccup, the Divine Lord, and spent nine-tenths of my remaining lifespan."

Ling Guang stroked his forehead with a headache, but did not give up on asking: "Please explain it carefully from the beginning to the end."

Tang Xiaoyu hiccupped and narrated, and Ling Guang barely listened to what he said, the two talked like chickens talking to ducks.In the middle of the conversation, the hiccups gradually stopped, Ling Guang stopped to pat him on the back with Shunqi's hands, but his brows were deeply frowned.

This is an irreversible transaction, which has already taken effect the moment Zhiming used his divine power to bring Tang Xiaoyu to teleport, no matter how reluctant he is, it is impossible for Zhiming to return his life span.He can probably understand the reason why Zhiming did this. After all, the "gravity" in this life has become so messed up that it can't be corrected at all.

If only it were that easy...

They had been together for 70 years in the previous life, but in this life it was only a mere year, who knows what will happen in the next life, how many days?a bit?How many seconds?It is even unknown whether there will be an afterlife, if that star never comes back after leaving this time...

I really don't want to let go unless I have to.

"So you see, I don't have a few years to live. Why don't I just go around in circles and continue to lead in the next life." Tang Xiaoyu shrugged and spread his hands, putting on a fearless look, but his calves were shaking like chaff.

Not only his calves, but his whole body was trembling slightly, as if he was about to have a spasm due to excessive exercise.

Ling Guang looked down at the bed that was shaking like a small electric motor, and sighed: "There are still more than two years left, I will find a way to maintain my divine power, and we can still get along for a while."

The small electric motor paused: "Wait, why is it more than two years?"

Ling Guang: "..."

Tang Xiaoyu: "..."

Tang Xiaoyu: "Don't hide! Ah, you still turn your face away! Quickly explain to me why it's been more than two years?"

The god who leaked his words flashed two claws in embarrassment, but there was too little room to move, and was pinched by the cheek by the third claw that followed, and was dragged back brutally to torture.

The executioner who carried out the torture tortured the "prisoner" while not forgetting to secretly calculate in his heart.If one-tenth of the time is more than two years, then the initial time is more than 50 years, more than [-] years!Adding his current age, could he die prematurely at the age of [-]?

Wait, I don't know if this time counts as the time added by the spirit bird.He remembered that Ling Guang told Fang Xun that the spirit bird can last for 30 years, if the time of the spirit bird is counted...?

The movements of Tang Xiaoyu's hands stopped suddenly, and the numbers frantically raced in his mind, and the unbelievable but true conclusion came out clearly.

"I, I'm dead?" He pointed his finger back at himself, revealing a feeling of bewilderment and bewilderment.

Ling Guang remained silent, as if trying to escape from something, he kept tidying his messed up clothes, and after a long time he replied in a low voice: "You are still alive."

Tang Xiaoyu was not easily fooled by him this time, he reached out and picked up his skirt, trying to look fierce: "When did it happen? Tell me!"

There was a long silence, and the two sides continued to confront each other. Tang Xiaoyu felt his hands a little sore, but he didn't intend to let go.He knew that the guy he was holding by the skirt was very good at concealing things, only firm belief and enough patience could pry that mouth open.

It was he who had enough time now, so he didn't worry at all, and just remained open and stalemate like this.

"...the time Chongming pushed you downstairs."

Tang Xiaoyu finally got the answer he wanted to know. The answer that might have shocked him a few minutes ago had no such effect at this moment.

He didn't know what was going on with him, but he accepted it without any doubts.

Ah... so it was then...

Ling Guang couldn't understand his reaction, and tried to remedy it: "It's all my fault. The spirit bird given to you in the previous life followed you to reincarnate. Chongming felt the breath of the spirit bird and thought you were a bird, so he pushed you down. Lou. So it is right for Lingniao to extend your life for you, if I don’t take it back, I will make it up to you.”

"Is this also a causal relationship?" Tang Xiaoyu nodded indifferently, and what he said was a question, but his tone was very firm.Immediately afterwards, he complained softly: "You group of gods and beasts really like to treat mortals as toys, and you will do whatever you want."

"I didn't." Ling Guang wanted to show his heart to prove his innocence. He didn't intend to tell Tang Xiaoyu about this at all, but he was afraid that Tang Xiaoyu would think wildly and be unhappy.However, by chance, he slipped his mouth, and Tang Xiaoyu caught him again.

His emotional changes caused his already unstable divine power to fluctuate again.The great pain caused by the fluctuation of divine power made him groan, and his upright body slowly leaned back against the head of the bed, breathing quickly and unbearably.

Seeing this, Tang Xiaoyu didn't have any thoughts of taking Joe, and the little bit of resentment that remained melted like ice and snow in the scorching red line of blood at the corner of Ling Guang's mouth.He also didn't know what method to use to relieve Ling Guang's pain, so he tried to comfort him in vain, trying to get started.

The situation seems to be much more serious than imagined, there is no time to make jokes and jokes, and must come up with countermeasures as quickly as possible.

In fact, the idea is quite obvious. The best way is to return the spirit bird, and it will be good for both parties to start over.

What lies in the middle is their reluctance to each other.

Tang Xiaoyu thought for a while, he was fine, he would be a good man if he died, and he would be a good man again in the next life, and he also reserved the company of the beauty and god, he was simply a winner in life.But from Ling Guang's point of view, he waited for thousands of years in depression with the only remaining memory, in exchange for which there was no way to guarantee how long they would spend together, time and time again, meeting and parting, it seemed that there was nowhere to go or the way back. The wheel of fate is turning round and round on the track of fate.

It is clear at a glance which side is more bitter.

But if you don't suffer, it doesn't matter if mortals die. No matter who it is, it doesn't matter what consequences will be caused by the fall of the gods.

The gods are not completely happy... Tang Xiaoyu is quite embarrassed.

Ling Guang leaned against the head of the bed for a while, looked at Tang Xiaoyu's expression, vaguely guessed something, and took the lead in saying: "We will not separate."

"Don't be willful!" Tang Xiaoyu pretended to be angry, and scolded with a straight face: "Don't separate and wait to die together, you don't want to live, I want to repay my parents in the next life!"

Ling Guang's expression was suddenly a little hurt, he curled up into a round ball dispiritedly, buried his head under the quilt and refused to pay attention to anyone.That appearance reminded Tang Xiaoyu of 4000 years ago, when Fang Xun locked him with a golden chain, he was in the same posture, lonely and helpless.

What can be done?Tang Xiaoyu lay down on the ball wearily, stretched out his arms to hug, and let go of his strength.Gods are helpless, so what can mortals do?

The nerves that had been tense all morning gradually relaxed, and the midday sun assisted by the breeze blowing, making Qian's distress hidden behind surge.

Tang Xiaoyu couldn't help feeling drowsy. On the verge of lucidity and hallucinations, he wondered wildly again, is it painless to kill the spirit bird?Parents seemed to fall asleep after returning the spirit bird, and there was even a slight smile at the corner of their mouths. It seemed that it was an extremely relaxing process.

He still remembered that before his great-grandmother died, she was as haggard as she was, relying on various equipment in the hospital for her life, and every time she took a breath, she was miserable.There was longing in her eyes, longing for relief, longing for relief, but she couldn't speak, and could only let countless relatives around her look at her pain with pity eyes, watching her most miserable appearance.

Tang Xiaoyu was still young at that time, and this incident left a deep impression on him. When he grows up, whenever he thinks about it, he feels apprehensive and apprehensive about his future death.

If the god can make him walk unconsciously, or even happily, that would be a beautiful thing...

Tang Xiaoyu's cheek was pressed against the quilt wrapped in round balls, and his voice was weak, a little distorted: "Shenjun, let's make an agreement, shall we?"

Under the quilt, Ling Guang mumbled, "Not good."

This answer was not unexpected, Tang Xiaoyu didn't care, and said to himself: "In the next life, you will have to come to me as soon as I reach the legal age of majority, and you will die as soon as you meet, and then you will marry arm in arm. Destroy them all. Don’t worry about ministers, ethnic groups, wives, and descendants. Whoever wants to make trouble can do it himself! As long as we are two people, we will love each other forever... "

He said a lot, as if he wanted to talk about the regrets, sorrows and expectations of the third generation.His brain became more and more chaotic, as if he had drunk mellow old wine. Before he lost consciousness, he struggled with all his strength, and choked out the last sentence with all his strength.

"...Take the spirit bird away, so that I can pay off what I owe you in the two lifetimes, and we will start again in the next life..."

"……not good."

The red light fluttered, illuminating the dark space under the circle for a moment, and it returned to its original state in the blink of an eye.

Ling Guang was startled suddenly, and an ominous premonition arose spontaneously.He turned over and sat upright, grabbed the quilt, and was about to get out from under it, but he saw a ball of red light floating slowly through the quilt, and stopped at the level of his sight.

He understood what it was, and it was very familiar, it was the one-third of his "heart" that he gave up 4000 years ago.

[Not good... I said not good, bastard! ! ! 】

The red light ball seemed to feel something, suspended in the air, trembling like a core on the verge of explosion.

There was a faint cry from under the blanket.

On the quilt, Tang Xiaoyu closed his eyes tightly and smiled, as if he was having a meandering dream.