A long time, a long time.
"Let's go back."
Su Zimo took a deep breath, tried his best to show a relaxed smile, and said: "It's time to go back and take a look after being out for so long."
Ji Yaoxue nodded slightly.
The fox dies on the first hill, and the fallen leaves return to their roots.
She will eventually return to Tianhuang Continent.
The two of them turned back from this small world, remaining silent all the way.
Su Zimo could feel that the breath of life in Ji Yaoxue's body was getting weaker and weaker, and her life was at stake.
When she arrived at Tianhuang Continent, she could hardly stand with her own strength.
She leaned gently on Su Zimo's side, feeling the familiar atmosphere of this world, and stood silently, lost in thought, not knowing what she was thinking.
"Going to Dazhou?"
Su Zimo asked softly.
Ji Yaoxue raised her head, looked at Su Zimo, smiled, and said, "I thought of a good place, let's go there."
Su Zimo looked at Ji Yaoxue's smile, his mind moved, and he blurted out: "Canglang Mountain Range?"
"I knew you could guess it right."
Ji Yaoxue smiled lightly.
That's where the two first met.
"good."
Su Zimo nodded, led Ji Yaoxue to tear through the void, and landed directly above the Canglang Mountains.
The moment he arrived here, Su Zimo thought and put on a green shirt.
With a sweep of his consciousness, he quickly found the cave where the two of them had stayed.
Thousands of years.
This cave is full of dust, and no one has been there for an unknown amount of time.
Su Zimo's consciousness moved slightly, and he gently waved his sleeves to clear away all the dust in the cave, and helped Ji Yaoxue go in.
"We're back."
Ji Yaoxue smiled slightly and whispered.
She looked around, feeling an indescribable complex feeling in her heart, which seemed to be joyful, but also filled with sadness.
Su Zimo felt Ji Yaoxue's body getting heavier and heavier.
Originally, she could stand just by leaning gently against him.
Now, it is no longer possible.
"You're tired, let's take a rest."
Seeing Ji Yaoxue's face looking tired, Su Zimo helped her lie down slowly, letting her body lean in his arms.
Ji Yaoxue's face became paler, her breath became weaker, and her eyelids became heavier and heavier.
Su Zimo hugged her gently and remained silent.
Even though he is the Eternal Martial Emperor, even though he founded martial arts, he can only watch Ji Yaoxue leave now, but he can do nothing.
Ji Yaoxue lowered her head, dazed, and her eyes gradually closed.
She felt a heavy sense of weariness.
She knew that once she fell asleep, she would never wake up again.
Sudden.
A drop of hot water fell on her cheek, waking her up.
Ji Yaoxue opened her eyes again. There was a glimmer of light in her eyes, and there was a little more strength in her body. She raised her palm, gently stroked Su Zimo's cheek, and said, "Zimo, you are crying."
Su Zimo's eyes were red and he shook his head slightly.
"I don't want to sleep, Zimo, please talk to me."
Ji Yaoxue said softly with gentle eyes.
"good."
Su Zimo spoke, his voice choked with sobs.
"Zimo, you don't need to be too sad. Everyone has his own destiny, so don't force it. When I die, just bury me here."
"You and I have only had a short relationship in our lifetime, but I am content to have you by my side for these thousand years."
"I know that even if everyone forgets me, there is still someone in this world who is thinking about me and caring about me. I am very happy."
"I'll be happy even if I die..."
Ji Yaoxue smiled, with a crystal tear shining in the corner of her eye.
"Do you remember the first time we met?"
Su Zimo suppressed the grief in his heart and recalled the past, saying: "I had no spiritual roots at that time and didn't understand anything. I took the stolen storage bag and turned it over and over but couldn't open it."
"remember."
Ji Yaoxue smiled and said, "You were so stupid back then."
When Su Zimo mentioned the past, Ji Yaoxue became more energetic.
At first, she could still talk to Su Zimo for a few words.
But as time went by, Su Zimo was the one talking most of the time, and she only occasionally replied, her voice getting lower and lower.
Gradually, she stopped talking, just smiled slightly and looked at Su Zimo, with a trace of reluctance and nostalgia in her eyes.
Ji Yaoxue's eyes slowly closed.
In her sight, Su Zimo's appearance gradually blurred, leaving only the upright blue shirt, which was forever engraved in her memory.
Even if my soul is scattered and reincarnated for eternity, I will never forget it!
Su Zimo hugged Ji Yaoxue and seemed to feel something, and his voice paused slightly.
He could no longer feel Ji Yaoxue's breath of life, nor could he hear that gentle and sweet voice.
But he didn't dare to look down.
His mind trembled slightly and he felt his nose was slightly sore. He couldn't help but take a breath and continued talking to himself, as if hoping that the person in his arms would respond.
Even if it's just one word, a sigh, a sigh.
Su Zimo murmured to himself for a long, long time.
But there was silence in the cave, with only his voice echoing.
Su Zimo hugged Ji Yaoxue infatuatedly, her voice weakened, her expression was in a trance, and a picture seemed to pass before her eyes.
"I'm Qingshuangmen Yaoxue, thank you fellow Taoist for your generous help."
At that time, the two met for the first time.
"Zimo, I said, we will definitely meet again."
At that time, a woman brought an edict from the emperor to confer the title of King Su Hongyan. When she stepped out of the chariot, she smiled brightly at Su Zimo, as if the sky had lost its color.
"Zimo, how are you?"
In the palace of the Great Zhou Dynasty, under the spotlight of everyone, the third princess of the Great Zhou Dynasty came to him, turned around slightly, swung her light yellow skirt, blinked her bright eyes, and smiled as brightly as a flower.
"Zimo, today is your death anniversary, I'm here to see you."
In Su Zimo's ears, he seemed to vaguely hear the sobs coming from the Dragon Burial Valley.
"I am the Emperor of Zhou now in the palace. I don't dare to cry in front of other people, and I cannot cry."
"Only here can I cry without any fear, Zimo, you are not allowed to make fun of me."
"Zimo, don't worry, I have hidden Mr. Su Hongsu. Unless I die, no one will find him..."
Dragon Burial Valley, an ominous place.
Over the course of thousands of years, I don’t know how many powerful people have been buried.
Countless creatures at the beginning were afraid to avoid it.
But there was a woman who, regardless of the danger, walked through the ruins of Daqian and was surrounded by countless Yin soldiers and horses to come to Bury Dragon Valley to worship him.
The woman stood by the Dragon Burial Valley, talking to herself, and she stood there all day long.
For twenty years, that day has never stopped every year.
Now, this woman is lying in his arms and will never wake up again.
Su Zimo slowly lowered his head and looked over.
Ji Yaoxue lay quietly in his arms, with fair complexion, quiet and peaceful, with a smile on her lips, like a sleeping girl.
In an instant, Su Zimo was overcome with grief and burst into tears.