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Chapter 103: A lifetime of regrets

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Coming out of Qingluan's seabed, the three of them were silent.

The ancient city under the sea is completely deserted, with ancient underwater mansions and heavy doors made of oyster shells that are locked deeply. This doesn't feel like a kingdom anymore.

The red paint on the door of the Sharman Kingdom has peeled off layer by layer.

All three of them could see that the former glory of this place was gone, just like a dead tree, now only a broken shell remained.

The three men wore water-proof clothing and gently exposed their faces from the water. Their whole bodies were not wet at all.

They were still high-spirited and high-spirited when they arrived, as if nothing in this world could block their way. However, when they came here, several people couldn't help but feel disappointed.

"You said you smelled the aura of the Supreme Being on a shark, but the sharks have all disappeared. Where can we find the Supreme Being?"

"Otherwise, we just wait here for the sharks to come back. When one comes back, we can catch him and ask him. We can always find out."

One of them sighed and said, "You fool, no one has been here for hundreds of years. The sharks must have found another place."

"Then what should we do now? Go back?"

"Separately go find the sharks."

"I guess he doesn't want us to find him. The last time he found Taotie, he didn't expect Taotie to run away. I guess Taotie might be following the Supreme Being now. Chen Hao, do you think I'm right?"

"Idiot, the most annoying thing for the Supreme Being is a helper with low spiritual power. He doesn't know how to bring gluttonous food with him. Do you think the Supreme Being likes to eat as much as you do?"

A relatively deep-looking young man pondered for a long time, then lowered his voice and said, "It's not surprising that the Lord did anything. Maybe Bi Xiao is right. He really took Taotie away with him."

When Bi Xiao saw Zi Dong agreeing with him, he raised his eyebrows proudly, "Look, he said I might be right."

Chen Hao pushed his head away, "So now should we go find Taotie or should we go find Sharenyan?"

After leaving Qingluan, a young master appeared in front of several people.

Chen Hao deliberately put his hand on his nose, "I can smell the fishy smell from a long way away."

Yan Liang was not angered, he said, "I know who you are looking for."

Bi Xiao asked Zi Dong in a low voice, "Did his memory not be erased when he entered reincarnation?"

Zi Dong bowed respectfully, "The Lord Shen is well."

Yan Liang said, "It's embarrassing for me. I am no longer a divine king. Like your master, I was exiled to the human world. I really cannot afford to be called a divine king."

Zi Dong is a discerning person, "I just heard the Lord God say that I am waiting to find the master, please give me some guidance."

Yan Liang nodded, "It's not difficult to tell you. I'm just afraid that he won't go back with you."

"We have been looking for him for more than two thousand years. Considering our hard work, we should have pity on us." Bi Xiao whispered to himself.

"If you have something to say, Lord God, you might as well say it directly."

"Unfortunately, I met him a few months ago."

"Where is your Majesty?" Zi Tong couldn't wait.

"He was in Bolu at the time, but now, he has left Bolu."

"Then where did he go?"

"Already thousands of miles away in Liangzhu."

Bi Xiao said, "What's so difficult about this? You can get from Li'er to Liangzhu in just a few minutes by twisting the formula."

Chen Hao pushed his shoulder, "If you dare to use magic to summon the earth god and mountain god again, I will strangle you to death. Those gossiping fairies will definitely reveal the whereabouts of us."

"The priest just said that the master may not be willing to leave with us. What does that mean? He has also lost his divine power for thousands of years and has become a mortal. He doesn't even remember us?"

Yan Liang shook his head and left after leaving a word.

Chen Hao grabbed him, "You mean, the master doesn't want to see us because we are mortals?"

He didn't answer, and he didn't need to answer again. Because they don't believe it at all.

Yan Liang had no choice but to tell them exactly what happened to Bo Lu.

The three people stood silently in the cold wind for a long time before walking away silently.

—Who is this person who brought him here for the sake of mortals

Bi Xiao suddenly had tears in his eyes and couldn't help but burst out, "We have been looking for him for so many years, and everyone has been waiting for him to go back, but he actually stayed here for a mortal."

Chenhao suddenly wanted to leave.

But Zi Dong had already held his arm.

"where you go?"

"Come back to the Lord."

"I see you have a fierce face. You don't have any ideas, do you?"

"No." He said.

After a moment, he said slowly, "I will kill that mortal, and the Supreme Lord will leave with us."

Zi Dong said, "I know what you are thinking now, but you should also know the temper of the Supreme Lord. Not to mention whether this matter is true or not, if it is true, if you touch that mortal, the Supreme Lord will not forgive you." about you."

Bi Xiao clenched his fists, the veins on his arms kept beating, and said word by word: "I'm going with Chenhao."

It is already winter in Liangzhu.

It has been snowing for a long time, but the cold has turned the snow on the long street into ice. The icicles under the eaves are like wolf teeth, as if they are waiting to choose someone to eat.

This is the heaviest snowfall in years. There were few people on the street, and the doors and windows of every house were tightly closed.

There is no wind on the street, and even the wind seems to have been frozen to death.

Snow-covered paths, invisible pavilions, and Liangzhu’s former prosperity seem to have been frozen in winter.

No matter what, no matter what Ji Liyou thinks in his heart, he can never leave him.

He and he are both teachers and friends. This is a fact that no one can deny.

He couldn't turn his back on him any more than he could turn his back on himself.

The storyteller has become cartilage in his bones, which cannot be moved or removed.

But it was like a thorn stuck in Ji Liyou's throat, unable to spit it out, and he and he could not go back to the past.

There were other people's feelings mixed up between them, everything became complicated, and Ji Liyou also realized that he was going to do something very dangerous. Perhaps, from the time he took back the Jinliangzhan, he had begun to become Something was wrong, but he didn't think much of it at that time.

"Do you know what Old Man Wen is busy with?" Ji Liyou asked Master Ying with a microphone. This was something the storyteller gave him, just because he kept shouting to go back to Bolu and miss Bolu's man. They are.

"I don't know." Master Ying seemed to be cooking, and the kitchen knife was stuck on the board. "I only know that no matter what he is going to do, no one can stop him."

Ji Liyou looked at the red plum blossoms and white snow in the courtyard, just like a child looking at the rotating windmill.

"Master Ying, is it snowing in Bolu?"

"not yet."

"Are the plum blossoms behind our teahouse blooming?"

"It hasn't even snowed yet. I have to wait for the first snow to come down and then I can see the flowers bloom."

After saying a few words, Master Ying said that the teahouse was about to receive guests, so he had to say a few words in a hurry.

Ji Liyou stood at the door.

A faint shadow seemed to suddenly appear among the white snow and red plum blossoms, a woman dressed in white as snow.

Ji Liyou rubbed his eyes to make sure she was still standing there. It was obviously a very strange shadow, but he didn't feel scared anymore.

"Fuwei, come here."

She called her grandfather's name, but Ji Liyou walked forward as if he had lost his soul. When he stepped on the snow, the icy cold air poured into his feet. He suddenly woke up from the obsessive phantom dream and raised his head. At the beginning, I saw the storyteller.

The storyteller looked at him.

"Are you back?" Ji Liyou woke up.

"Yeah." He knew what Ji Liyou was thinking, but he wanted to get rid of his confused thoughts.

He is just a young, healthy teenager, that's all. Everything else has nothing to do with him.

The fault was not his, even the hatred that could never be forgotten had nothing to do with Ji Liyou. He had never done anything wrong.

"Do you know what the first wrong thing I did in my life was?" the storyteller asked him.

Ji Liyou shook his head, "How would I know?"

He said, "I knew it was unforgivable, but I did it anyway."

Ji Liyou felt sad for a long time: "You can't forgive yourself?"

If the storyteller does not speak, he cannot speak at all.

"But you always say that you are never wrong." Ji Li said worriedly.

"I lied. I feel guilty and regretful, but I dare not admit my fault in front of others."

"Why do you say it in front of me?"

"Only you are different, different from others."

"I am also a mortal, no different." Ji Liyou said.

"you said before."

"What?"

He said, so what if it’s a god or a demon? He admitted it all.

"I am not confessing to you to explain this matter to you. This matter can never be explained clearly."

Ji Liyou was silent for a moment and asked, "Is your first mistake very serious?"

"I've only missed two things in my life, and both of them have caused me lifelong pain."

In the empty courtyard, you can almost hear the sound of fallen leaves cracking as the snow melts.

The storyteller continued slowly. "The first thing I did wrong was that in order to prove that I was not moved by love, I seduced a human woman."

He said, "At that time, I thought that I didn't love her. Of course, I don't dare to admit in front of outsiders, including that woman, that I once loved her and was heartbroken for her."

"Are you sure you want to tell me about your love affair?" Ji Liyou frowned, "Have you not figured out the relationship between us that is still unclear?"

The storyteller looked sad.

Ji Liyou was helpless, "Okay, just say it, you and I can be considered friends and brothers, so we can still accept this, so just say it."

"If I had known that this thing would have such a tragic ending, I would never have started it." When his eyes were full of sadness, he was a completely different person from the ruthless storyteller.

Ji Liyou has always known that he is stubborn, cold, arrogant, arrogant and selfish.

Ji Liyou originally thought that even if he cut off his head, cut off his blood, and chopped his bones into pieces, he would not tell anyone that he was wrong.

But, he said it.

Ji Liyou didn't feel that he had stepped down from the altar. He only felt sad. The person who allowed such an indifferent person to learn to grieve must be an amazing woman.

"You haven't said anything about what happened between you and her." Ji Li said worriedly.

"I killed her."

Ji Liyou was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth, "Did you kill the woman you loved?"

"Yes, I killed her..." he muttered.

"You never told me, when did this happen?"

"That's five or six hundred years ago."

Ji Liyou sighed, "How could you do this?"

"I don't know why I killed her. I obviously never thought about doing that. I still can't forget her, especially the hatred on her face the moment before she died."

The storyteller seemed to have lost his voice, and continued after a while, "I have never seen anyone die so hopelessly before."

Ji Liyou looked at him and fell into deep thought.

He knew that although the storyteller seemed to have no regard for friendship, if he was moved by emotion, he would hide it in his heart for a lifetime.

It is not easy to live for a long time.

Ji Liyou couldn't hear Xue Rong's voice, nor Ye Sui's voice. He listened with his heart, and he listened to the storyteller's heart.

"I killed a person who I should least have killed, and I regret it, but what's the use of regretting it?"

The storyteller's voice was hoarse, "After a person makes a mistake, I think there is only one thing that can be done."

"Made up?" Ji Liyou finally couldn't help but ask.

He shook his head, "Not all mistakes can be made up for."

"But all mistakes will come with a price." Ji Liyou said.

The storyteller nodded, "You are right, no matter who does something wrong, he will have to pay the price." He continued, word by word: "It will be time for me to pay the price soon."

The storyteller stared into the distance and sighed.

"For mortals, the price is just their lives, and you are not the same. You are indestructible, so what are you afraid of?" Ji Li asked worriedly.

The storyteller is silent.

"Death is not scary. What is scary is the things you can't say." Ji Liyou said for him.

The snow in the yard was so cold that Ji Liyou's hands were numb and even an awl couldn't hurt.

The storyteller stared at him and put a silver fox fur on him, "Why are you always so fragile, like other mortals?"

Ji Liyou's face was pale and bloodless, looking like ice and snow condensed in the yard, "I'm sorry, I'll be born as a god in my next life, so that I won't be afraid of cold, heat, or swords. Not afraid of blood.”

He looked at him with bright eyes that seemed to crush the stars in the winter starry sky.

Ji Liyou asked him, "That's the first wrong thing you said just now, so what's the second one?"

He is silent.

Ji Liyou said for him again, "It should be related to me, right?"

He smiled bitterly, "What would you do if I did something wrong to you?"

Ji Liyou sighed, "There is nothing we can do about it. Before he died, my father told me to serve you well. If you want to kill me, I have no way to kill you."

He rubbed his warm hands and covered his cold face, "I won't kill you, never will. How could I kill you?"

"Okay." Ji Liyou didn't care much.

"I mean what I said, I won't make the same mistake a second time."

Ji Liyou nodded, "Then do you want to tell me what the second thing is?"

"I can't tell you, but we're going to lose Wei soon."

"Shi Wei? Is this Wei Lang's hometown?"

"That's right."

"Why are we going somewhere? Aren't we going back to Bolu?"

"I'll take you back when things are done."

"What exactly do you want to do?"

"I will tell you slowly later."

"It's not a bad thing, right?"

"What do you think?"

"Will it hurt others?"

The storyteller thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "No."

"That's fine. You can tell me later. Just don't do anything harmful to nature."

(End of chapter)