The whole world thought I was dead!

Time seems to have become extremely long for Hua Huaijun. Looking at this apparently small street, fear and depression almost overwhelmed him. He searched for a long time but did not see the figure of Master. Spiritual energy fluctuated around, the most intense of which was in front of him, but he couldn't see his master, Huahuai Jun looked at the boundless night, and tentatively made a sound, his voice trembling: "Yes, is it the master?" ?”

He reached out to touch the front, but it was empty.

"Master, are you there?"

"Master?"

Hua Huaijun kept asking around Ren Changkong's surroundings, his tone became more and more urgent, with a trembling mute voice.

"Master?"

Ren Changkong opened his eyes, his black eyes reflected his panicked figure, looking at him like a child who was at a loss and could only call his name.

Hua Huaijun suddenly turned his head to look at him, and ran towards him in a stumbling manner, but hugged him tightly.

He looked into the empty palm, and couldn't help crying anymore, his voice was hoarse and disfigured, with pain like weeping blood: "Master, come out! Come out! Don't Don't want me, come out!"

"Master, come out!"

Ren Changkong and him were separated by a world, but it seemed like two worlds.

There was movement around him, and the book seller who had disappeared during the day gradually appeared. He shook his folding fan slightly, and the fox's eyes were full of interest, "Your Excellency, why don't you go to find your apprentice? Look at how pitiful he is."

Ren Changkong looked at him expressionlessly, his black eyes were completely calm, without any fluctuation.

"Oh, I'm so scared." The young man shook his folding fan even more cheerfully, but his tone was extremely frivolous and he didn't care much.

Ren Changkong turned his head and stopped looking at him, and focused on Hua Huaijun who was not far away.

He seemed to be tired, the ferocious ghost mask was loosely slanted to the bridge of the nose, and he didn't have time to take care of it, revealing his light-colored black eyebrows and autumn-colored pupils wrapped in black air. Half of his face was covered, and his expression could not be seen clearly. He leaned against the corner closest to Ren Changkong and sat down with his knees hugged. His black dark clothes were stained with blood, and his messy black hair was scattered behind his back. He was blown by the night wind. The shape was even thinner, and he stared straight at the dark place, which was the direction of Ren Changkong.

"It's so pitiful, I'm almost moved." The young man exaggeratedly covered his chest as if he was holding his heart, and said in a sigh, "The once proud son of heaven, now the bereaved dog, Your Excellency is so cruel."

Ren Changkong didn't seem to hear it, his brows and eyes were still cold.

Seeing Ren Changkong's still indifferent expression, the young man opened his eyes a little bit, and complained half-truthfully, "You are so boring. I have said so much, and you didn't even answer me."

Ren Changkong finally looked away. He looked at the fox-eyed young man with an ordinary face, and said the first sentence in a flat, emotionless voice: "Stop pretending."

The young man's expression remained the same, and the folding fan shook even more joyfully. He stepped forward, raised Ren Changkong's chin slightly at the end of the folding fan, looked at it carefully, and finally chuckled: "When did you guess that?"

Ren Changkong leaned against the wall, half of his handsome eyes were covered by darkness, and there was a hint of loneliness and coldness. He looked up at him, but didn't answer.

He felt tired inexplicably. After rebirth, everything did not go in a good direction. His friend had been in hardship for a hundred years, the system made mistakes with him, his apprentice was half mad and half awake, and he was down and out.

The death of his predecessor was like a shadow that firmly shrouded the hearts of the system and his apprentices. Over time, it slowly rotted into deep wounds. Even he dared not touch them. Their love, their hatred, weighed heavily In his heart, sometimes Ren Changkong thought that maybe it was a good thing for him to lose his memory.

The young man's eyes flashed, and he put away the folding fan in a little disappointment, "Ren Changkong, our bet is not over yet, you can't leave early."

Ren Changkong turned his head slightly, and his eyes fell on Hua Huaijun who was not far away. He was still looking at him stubbornly, even though he couldn't see it.

"You win."

"What did you say?" The young man rested his folding fan on his chin, smiling slightly.

"I said I surrendered. Although I still don't know what bet I made with you."

"I admit defeat, you can do whatever you want."

Ren Changkong smiled slightly, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, with a sneer, he turned and left without hesitation.

"Don't you want Hua Huai Jun?" A young man asked behind him.

Ren Changkong paused, turned his head and glanced at Hua Huaijun in the darkness, before anyone could see the emotion in his eyes, he turned his head, his voice was gentle and cold: "Time will dilute everything."

His Junjun always has to learn to grow up alone.

After Ren Changkong finished speaking, he continued to walk forward.

"Your Excellency, this is not acceptable." Ren Changkong's eyes blurred, and the fox-eyed young man stood in front of him, his face covered by a folding fan, leaving only a pair of cold eyes.

"The game is not over yet, how can the protagonist exit?"

"I'm sorry, I'm just quitting." Ren Changkong's eyes were slightly curved, and he smiled with a smile, polite and alienated.

After speaking, bypass him and continue to move forward.

The back is straight and the posture is magnanimous.

"Ren Changkong."

Ren Changkong's footsteps remained unchanged.

Until the front was blocked by young people again, he looked at the ordinary-looking young man with fox eyes and stood holding a sword.

The two fell silent for a while.

"Are you sure?" the young man covered his face with a folding fan and asked slowly.

Ren Changkong nodded.

When he stepped out again, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed, and a huge black shadow rushed towards him. Ren Changkong's eyes went dark, and a young man's familiar voice sounded next to his ear: "The bet cannot be voided. Since you said you don't remember, then I will Just help you recall, when you come out, I will give you another chance."

Ren Changkong's figure was floating in the incomparable darkness, his figure fell extremely fast, and he made a faint sound of piercing through the sky, but his eyes were shining brightly, and his smile was shallow, so there was no trace of frustration just now.

He rubbed the corners of his eyes, his heart didn't dare to beat a little bit until now, in order to make the Lord God believe him, he tried his best to suppress his breathing just now, for fear that he would notice something, and he was still worried that he had some mind-reading skills, or After suffering for a while, fortunately, luckily, he was deceived. Now his friend has been rescued. I believe he will be able to ascend to immortality soon. He will not give up the system. He will apologize, and Junjun will also Pulling back, as long as he is alive, there are infinite possibilities. He has so many people he loves, how can he be willing to part with them.

The bet between him and the main god must be tricky.

Before he could think about it, another figure suddenly fell from above, with a strong smell of blood. Ren Changkong looked carefully, and the familiar figure also landed. I was in a hurry, but there was no point of strength in the air, and I couldn't catch people at all. When I was trying to find a way, Hua Huaijun's figure fell at an extremely fast speed, and rushed towards him recklessly. Ren Changkong was surrounded by a bloody atmosphere. Hua Huaijun's hands hugged him tightly, his breath was scorching hot, but his body temperature was extremely cold, and the force seemed to melt him into his flesh and blood.

The descending passage became narrower and more rugged, and the two of them landed at a very high speed. The original empty space turned into sharp and steep wall rocks and occasionally slanted branches. Ren Changkong was a little anxious, but he was restrained. Unable to move, he looked sideways and could only see the ghost mask and messy black hair on Hua Huaijun's face, "Junjun, let go."

The smell of blood became more intense and pungent. Ren Changkong was sure that Hua Huai Jun had been injured. There was a muffled sound of flesh hitting hard objects in the silent space, and faint fractures could even be heard, but Hua Huai Jun seemed unconscious. The arms tightly locked the person in his arms, curled up to protect him in his soft abdomen, preventing him from being hurt in the slightest.

Ren Changkong said anxiously again: "Junjun, let go!" They just bumped into an unknown object. Even though he was well protected, he still received a huge impact. It is not difficult to imagine Huahuai Jun How much pain he suffered at that time, he even heard Hua Huaijun, who had been silent all this time, let out a muffled groan. The blood dripped slowly on his cheeks, Ren Changkong was startled, and it took him a while to realize that it was Hua Huaijun's blood and tears.

"Don't move." A hoarse voice came from the neck. Ren Changkong closed his eyes, and his ears were filled with unfamiliar heavy panting sounds mixed with inaudible sobs. Blood and tears wet the collar along his neck. However, Ren Changkong felt that his heart was dyed with Hua Huaijun's scorching temperature.

"Just let me protect you, just once." The words in the ears were also uncoordinated, and the person under the mask of the ferocious ghost gasped for several times before speaking tremblingly.He failed to protect Master well last time, he must not make mistakes this time, Master is still weak now, how could he be willing to suffer such pain for Master,

He couldn't bear even a little bit of pain from his master when he was in bed.

Ren Changkong turned his head to look at the ferocious ghost mask, stretched out a hand and pushed it up, his warm fingertips touched a piece of ice, he stroked Hua Huaijun's cheek, and moved his head closer, The two breathe together, regardless of each other, leaning close together, Hua Huaijun heard the whisper of the master in the severe pain, with a tenderness that made his heart tremble: "Speak out of the pain."

Hua Huaijun hugged him even tighter, his voice trembled slightly, with pleas and urgency that could not be ignored, but his voice was pitifully small: "Master, can you kiss Junjun, kiss Junjun?"

"My dear, it won't hurt anymore."

Ren Changkong was startled, looked at Hua Huaijun who was crying with tears all over his face, and replied in a low voice: "Okay."

Hua Huaijun's whole body trembled, trembling badly, he looked at the master's handsome face, lowered his head and kissed, but still couldn't touch the target.

Seeing this, Ren Changkong grabbed his fragile neck with his fingertips, pressed him down, and raised his head to meet him, his movements were firm and gentle.