In the vast white space, Wuyou curled up on the ground. Her face was very pale, her beautiful eyebrows were knitted together, and from time to time, fine beads of sweat would fall from her forehead.
"Master, please don't let anything happen to you!"
Seeing her ferocious and painful look, Mi Xiu, who was squatting aside, also had an anxious look on his face, but he could do nothing but silently pray for Wuyou in his heart.
This is a demigod space, but it is not a demigod space in the true sense.
Wuyou's coma at this time was precisely because he was undergoing the test of the demigod space.
What I gain and what I lose may be the best portrayal of Wuyou now, because if she is not careful, her consciousness may collapse, and she will never come back.
It was a mental competition, and only those with a strong will could pass that test.
In the spiritual world, Wuyou was under unparalleled pressure. The fog that had never dissipated in the past gradually became clear, and scenes of the past flashed before her eyes. She had experienced it personally, and it was still unspeakably painful to feel it again.
There are also things she didn't know before, and those unfamiliar details can almost piece together the complete truth. But what if she knows the truth? Why does her heart still hurt so much?
Hot tears slid down her cheeks and sank silently into the ground, but they still could not relieve the pain in her heart.
As the light and shadow changed, the scene in front of her slowly faded, and a figure appeared in front of her.
Seeing that figure, Wuyou's mind went blank for a moment. He could only bite his lips tightly, almost causing blood marks. Tears condensed on his face and he even forgot to raise his hand to wipe them.
"Why?" She clenched her fists tightly, and her nails were deeply embedded in her palms, but Wuyou was completely unaware, her beautiful eyes fixed on the familiar figure not far away. As her eyes moved, her emotions
It was fully revealed, from the disbelief at first, to the confusion and shock later, and finally the thousands of words choked in the throat were reduced to these three words.
But the man only gave her a shallow smile, and it seemed that everything was left unspoken.
How strong do you have to be to dare to never forget him? Even though Yan has been away for so long, his impression in Wuyou's heart is already so clear.
"Why, didn't you leave? Didn't you betray me? Why did you come back!!! Why did you give this space to me!!! I don't want it! I don't want your things, you take them all, I don't want it
See you again!!!”
Almost hysterical accusations came from her mouth, and Wuyou's eyes were hollow, revealing a kind of sadness as he recalled sad old things and didn't want to say more. Facing her rude accusation, Yan's heart suddenly trembled, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes.
There was a hint of loneliness, but he still managed to smile lightly, his black eyes were deep, and he continued to look at her tolerantly.
"Tell me! Why? Why do you do so much for me? I don't need it!!!" Another series of rejections and accusations. Wuyou's shoulders were shaking slightly because of his excessive anger.
"I just want to stay by your side and protect you!" He took Wuyou into his arms, stretched out a few fingers, and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Wuyou's eyes with his fingertips. The man finally spoke, his voice a little...
Hoarse, the words he spoke were also so careful and heart-wrenching.
"Yan, have you really left me forever?" Her voice gradually became hoarse, but her eyes revealed a deep sense of reluctance. She looked particularly miserable against her slumped face with tear stains.
He stared intently at her bleeding palm, and for a moment he wanted to hold it. He stretched out his hand halfway and then took it back slumped. A trace of heartache and guilt flashed in Yan's eyes, but in the end he did not have the courage to face her pain.
"She is my daughter. Of course I can't prevent her from dying. But even if I save her, even if I give her all my creation power, she will still die. What will happen to you then?"
"As the fourth creation god, she does not have her own space, and I want to give her all my space. But the world of gods and demons has long been linked to my soul. Even if my soul is separated, it is not hers after all.
One day she will leave you again because she can no longer bear it!!!"
"Are you willing to give her a world? Are you willing to use your godhead to give her a space to settle down and live?"
The words of the God of Creation are still fresh in my ears. The reason why he has been so weak over the years is simply because he has to inject his divine power into this space every day. When his former love rival had already turned into a mortal and met her, he could only turn into a
The contracted beast is guarding her, not because he wants to get closer to her, but because he can only do so with half his strength.
Is it time?
The appearance of Ji Wuyou was an accident, and he did not expect that his always loyal subordinates would betray him out of selfishness and hurt her because of him.
When he saw her leaving injured, he also hated himself extremely. Why was he so weak and incompetent? Why was he unable to even protect her? So he had no face to see her and allowed her to have sex with one man after another who was no worse than him.
When they met, letting her misunderstand him hurts her family, as long as she remembers him.
"Yan, you won't leave me, right? It's my fault. I don't listen to you and always get into trouble. What should I do if you leave? Who can I turn to when I can't beat others?" screamed
Asking harshly was useless, Wuyou's face showed a hint of pain. She had never believed that Yan would betray her. Now after learning the truth, she realized that her obsession was true, but how could she repay what she owed him?
of clear.
"Don't cry! I haven't left you. I will always stay with you until you stand at the highest point!" He gently stroked Wuyou's head, and a soft color appeared on Yan's face. If Wuyou raised his head,
You can definitely find the difference in him, that is the parting smile.
"I don't want it, I just want you back! I don't want the demigod space! I don't want it!!!" After knowing that only Yan's godhead can achieve the demigod space, Wuyou became even more resistant to this space that everyone coveted.
"Fool, what you need, you will know one day. I put your parents' bodies inside, and their souls are well preserved. When you become a god, you will have the ability to resurrect them!"
As if knowing that he didn't have much time, Yan Pingping's eyes suddenly darkened, and he actually started to explain the funeral arrangements, telling all the things that Wuyou didn't know.
"Oh~~~ I don't want you to be so kind to me. One day I will save my parents by myself!" Wuyou cried, and his whole body fell into Yan's arms, and his burning tears soaked Yan's arms.
In white robe, Yan only felt a pinching pain in his chest, but he couldn't even say a word of comfort because he didn't know where he would go?
Underworld?
Maybe, but can a god who has lost his godhead still go to the underworld?
No one can give him the answer, because no god has ever died so cowardly.
"Okay, I really have to leave! Remember that I will always be by your side, you..."
Wuyou didn't hear the rest of the words, because the flames had turned into dots of starlight and disappeared. In Wuyou's hand, a moon-white godhead shone brightly. Suddenly, the godhead trembled slightly, washing what was originally clear from Wuyou's palm.
, a soft halo of light emitted from this small crystal stone, instantly healing the original wound there.
Wuyou knew that it was because Yan was unwilling to let her bleed or suffer any pain.
As the halo dissipated, a mysterious veil seemed to lift off the vast white space for a moment. The green grass, wooden house, and small courtyard were all exactly the same as the destroyed wooden house in the Forbidden Land of God.
"Don't lie to me, even if what you tell is a lie, I will believe it."
Looking at the familiar courtyard, a murmuring sentence floated out from Wuyou's pale lips. The moon-white godhead seemed to have heard her words, and once again he was full of energy. In an instant, it turned into a silver light and sank into the center of her eyebrows.
Wuyou, however, was still standing there alone.
Bright red blood mixed with bitter tears fell from the corners of Wuyou's eyes. Mi Xiu's face turned pale with fright, and he shook Wuyou's body desperately without caring about anything.
"How could this happen? The contract was obviously successful! Why don't you wake up?"
Mi Xiu was also in a state of panic. Faced with Wuyou, who was still shedding blood and tears and was still refusing to wake up, inexplicable fear arose from the bottom of his heart.
Outside the space, due to Hill's refusal to admit death, the atmosphere dropped to freezing point.
"Dean Hill, please hand over the key to the land of God's arrival, otherwise..." Le Haotian threatened with a sneer. He and Hill are considered strong men of the same generation, and this is the first time they have met.
, even though we are in the other party's place, we are outnumbered and there is nothing to fear from the other party.
"Wishful thinking about wanting the key!!! The God's Land cannot tolerate anyone's provocation!!!" Despite Hill's gentle appearance, he is also a stubborn person. He hates threats from others. He was provoked by Le Haotian's words.
He went crazy on the spot.
"You!!!" Apparently he didn't expect that Hill would disobey him so directly. The Lehao weather became more powerful, and the fierce wind hit Hill's face. Unprepared, Hill stepped back again and again.
Andre's heart was with her and he supported her steadily.
"Are people from the Le family always so domineering?"
Mo Yuan snorted coldly, and everyone was puzzled by his hostility towards the Le family.
"Hmph! Prince Xi Chu doesn't need to dictate matters concerning the Le family!" Today was perhaps the day when Le Haotian was least taken seriously. He was provoked again and again, which was undoubtedly a slap in the face in public.
As soon as Le Haotian finished speaking, the people from the Le family behind him stood up one after another. Everyone held their weapons tightly, as if they were waiting for Le Haotian to say a word and then take action.
"bass..."
The sound of swords being drawn uniformly, mixed with the sound of steady and powerful footsteps, the well-trained Xichu dragon cavalry climbed back on the back of Di Xinglong again, with a solemn look on their face, obviously ready for the battle.