"You...why are you so stubborn? You have to die. Is your brain sick?" Di Yuxing let out a coquettish voice and pouted. The boss was unhappy.
She had spent a lot of effort to get the elixir from Ling Luo, but this man didn't appreciate it. Alas.
The ripples in the clouds became smaller and smaller, turning into small circles.
"I'm not angry. Don't worry. I will definitely come back tomorrow. I will come every day and chat with you every day. I will never break my promise!" Di Yuxing was a little angry at first, but the man's request made him angry.
She was heartbroken.
How lonely a person must be to need a girl he meets by chance to chat with him every day.
He must have no friends.
Di Yuxing thought so.
"If you have no friends, I will be your first friend."
Di Yuxing suddenly became happy and excited, with a cute and cute smile on her lips. She stood up, stretched out a slender hand, looked into the air, and said crisply: "My name is Di Yuxing.
My grandpa calls me Little Feather, you can call me that too."
The clouds were violently stirring, and three thousand small circles crisscrossed each other, unconsciously evolving the laws of the three thousand worlds.
Among the clouds, a very thin and white hand stretched out, the blue blood vessels were clearly visible, and a very pleasant voice sounded like a melancholy warm wind: "My name is You Ending."
There is no beginning and no end.
He has existed since the beginning of this universe, without beginning or origin.
But he was too lonely. All the people he loved most had abandoned him and were disgusted with him. Eternal life had become a kind of suffering and a kind of delay.
He longs for an end.
I hope my long and painful life can have an end.
"Is there an end?" Di Yuxing blinked his starry eyes, his eyes were extremely clear, and said, "What a special name, I will remember you."
The big hand held the little hand.
With a light touch, Di Yuxing felt a chill, and the handsome man named Youzhong moved his hand away.
"Actually, I have always had a question in my mind."
After exchanging names, Di Yuxing subconsciously felt that the gap between the two was reduced and the distance was shortened. He asked, "Youzhi, apart from the color of your eyes and the temperament of your clothes, you look like my wife's husband."
It’s very similar.”
The three thousand small circles on the clouds disappeared in an instant and fell into silence. There was only a breeze, but no response.
The smile on Di Yuxing's face froze, a look of disappointment flashed in his beautiful eyes, and he complained: "I just said you are a weird person, why did you run away while talking, and disappeared so quickly?
If you don’t say hello to someone, huh~”
The clouds are silent.
Di Yuxing pinched her waist and shouted in the air, "Hey, You end, will you come tomorrow?"
The clouds are still silent.
"If you dare not come tomorrow, I will never care about you again!" Di Yuxing looked at his cheeks and acted like a little girl.
Then with a soft hum, the skirt of her skirt swayed like a butterfly, and she turned around and went down the mountain.
A long time, a long time.
The clouds are clear and the wind is gentle.
The man in the sky had an almost desperate smile on his lips.
"You won't pay attention to me anymore..."
"It doesn't matter, it's already..."
The breeze blew by, and the white clouds on the altar were suddenly covered with a layer of faint red, which looked like blood.