If Liu Fuguang was a braver and more generous person, he should have immediately started to make up for the disasters of the past six thousand years. How to do it? For example, accept Yan Huan's apology, then neutralize the evil, eliminate the mysterious sun, and remove the turbid heart and heaven remnants that remain in everyone's heart and body... After all, the purpose of his birth is to make up for the mistakes that the immortals have made.
Of course, he did so at the beginning. He was attracted by the dilapidated and incomplete dragon god, and from then on he unswervingly poured out his love and pity and rushed to the bottom of the cliff.
However, it is precisely because he is such an inappropriate fool that he only thinks of escaping and hiding at the most critical moment. He is exhausted and can no longer muster the passionate spirit of his youth.
Sometimes, Liu Fuguang would even think with amusement that one of the reasons why he fell in love with Yan Huan was partly because only Yan Huan could bear his feelings and love
He remained silent for a long time, weeping sadly. Seeing this, Yan Huan immediately spread his beating dragon heart aside and said incoherently: "You, you don't want my heart, okay! It's okay, it doesn't matter if you don't want it, I have your soul here... I still have it here, I have been nurturing it in my body, keeping it well..."
As he spoke, Yan Huan frantically groped his body, thrusting his hands deep into the gap between the nine eyes, tearing the shell open like a curtain. Compared with his previous heart, his actions at this time were extremely cautious and careful.
A golden-white glow emanated from his true body, which was flowing through his tentacles. He lovingly held out a pool of something as clear as glass and crystal, and smiled cautiously, "Look... Look, Fu Guang, let me heal you, and after you are healed, you won't feel any pain..."
What Yan Huan said was true. His soul, which was forcibly stripped away, radiated a brilliant glow, even brighter than when it was inside his body. But when Liu Fuguang looked at it, he felt only deeper sorrow and coldness in his heart.
Many years have passed... He always remembers those days of anticipation and waiting. His heart is always beating with joy, waiting for Yan Huan's response, waiting for him to become a more complete person, waiting for the day when Yan Huan can put down all his defenses and disguises and treat him sincerely and frankly.
Unfortunately, there is no need to elaborate on what he finally waited for.
"I just want you to come back, what else do I want..." Yan Huan opened his eyes wide and pleaded, "I don't want anything, I just want to cure you... I can feel that you must still be alive, so I searched and searched, ran everywhere, and searched for you for a long time..."
He spoke incoherently: "Now that you are back, I am so happy. Even if you kill me, or ask me to jump into the sea or into the fire, I will be extremely happy and joyful... No, no! If you really kill me, I will be the happiest and most joyful in my heart..."
"Don't tell me this, Yan Huan." Liu Fuguang closed his eyes and said dully, "I have always treated you wholeheartedly, without hiding anything or covering up anything. But, what were you thinking when you attacked me?"
He slowly raised his left hand, his little finger that looked like a jade sculpture. There was a circle of light brown marks at the base of the finger, like the ashes left after a fire had burned out.