The golden starlight that floated like fireflies quickly dispersed, like an illusion shattering, taking away Xuanyuan Wan'er's aura.
With a muffled sound, Feng Xiao knelt down on the ground, staring blankly ahead, his hands still maintaining the posture of holding her before, unwilling to believe that she really left him like this.
A simple heavy sword fell from the sky and was inserted into the ground in front of Feng Xiao with a clang. At this time, Xuanyuan has lost the golden light exuding the aura of a king, but has turned into a simple copper color, and the lines on the hilt and body of the sword have also become blurry, just like when Feng Xiao first saw Xuanyuan. The shape of time. However, it was originally because it was completely blocked by seven seals, but now it is because it has lost all its power.
Tianxuan, whose power has been drained, and the Xuanyuan Sword, which is sealed: Tianxuan, whose divine power has been completely drained, and the Xuanyuan Sword, which is sealed, cannot be repaired in any way. Effect: Attack +1.
Xuanyuan Sword, which was once one of the top ten ancient artifacts in the East and had the title of "the most powerful", has now been completely reduced to scrap metal.
Feng Xiao stretched out his trembling hands and gently pulled it out from the ground. His hands were cold and thick, but they no longer had the kingly aura that made people want to surrender to the sword. His five fingers slowly passed across the blade of the sword, as if he were caressing a sleeping baby.
Another tear fell, dripping on Xuanyuan Sword, which had lost its luster.
Wan'er is gone... I will never feel her presence again, never see her fairy shadow again, never hear her "Brother Feng" who never seems to get tired of calling her.
He once didn't know what tears were, but he began to slowly become aware of his own fragility. Yao'er left, and he was devastated. His fragile heart could not face the biting pain, so he escaped, closed his consciousness, and made countless people cry for him. Now, Xuanyuan Wan'er has left, and he sheds tears again - he has always been so fragile, and he was once strong only because no one pulled the string in his heart.
"I should have thought... I should have thought that Wan'er would give everything for me. If it were so easy to build the Formation of Loss, she would have told me the moment Yao'er left. How could she wait until today? …”
As if his soul had left his body, he muttered silently, the deep pain and self-blame twisting his nerves.
Wan'er just went like this, just to let him change back to his original self.
At hand is the circular magic circle that has been solidified by Xuanyuan's power. The magic circle is surrounded by a thick layer of golden light, making Feng Xiao unable to see it in its entirety. He can only vaguely see that the magic circle has four legs. The shape of a tripod surrounds the center where the golden light is obviously stronger.
The real Lost Array has a diameter of more than ten meters, and its diameter is only half a meter, because after all, it is only condensed from Xuanyuan, whose ability has been mostly sealed, but despite this, it still has the ability to stimulate the "resurrection" of the Nuwa Stone. The ability of "Array of Resurrection" can only barely activate the "Array of Resurrection" and inflict cruel punishment far greater than that of a normal Lost Array.
Feng Xiao's eyes were still a little hollow. He carefully held up the golden light, and a familiar breath spread into his heart from the palm of his hand. His expression became even more painful - this was done with Xuanyuan's full strength and Wan'er's The exchange for existence represents the only hope of resurrecting Yaoer.
However, the ecstasy that should have been there has now completely deteriorated.
"Wan'er...how do you want me to return this love to you..."
The sad voice goes away with the wind, bringing with it patches of desolation.
The "Lost Array" was transferred into the Demon Refining Pot by him. It is a physical array formed by the power of Xuanyuan. It will never dissipate unless it is used.
The space became oppressive, the flow of air seemed to become dull and gentle, and the wind gradually stopped howling. As the golden light completely dissipated, the white wolves who were watching the fun also withdrew their gaze and continued their bored wandering. The only thing that didn't change was the man who was kneeling on the ground, his soul seemed to have completely left his body.
Wan'er's departure was like a sword inserted into his heart, which broke his heart and made him wake up from the pain. His memories switched chaotically in his wakefulness.
Because of herself, in order to awaken herself, Wan'er went like this, with attachment and satisfaction, as well as infinite regret and reluctance.
It was she who ruined Wan'er... Feng Xiao closed her eyes in pain. She followed and accompanied herself, and she kept giving silently until she completely formed a habit of giving to her - until she gave her own. All, erasing their own existence.
Half a year ago, Yao'er left him and his world completely collapsed, so he escaped, closed his consciousness in pain, fell into the way of Shura in pain, let his soul become dead, and used to kill and fight. Violence wipes out the sadness - yes, he is freed. Not only will he no longer feel the pain, but he enjoys the pleasure of killing that only belongs to Shura, but selfishly throws countless sorrows to those who care about him.
During the six months he was in coma, information from the outside world was still transmitted spontaneously into his mind through sounds, and was engraved in his mind like sculptures. At this time, he could clearly recall what he heard during that period. everything.
Shui Rourou, as the name suggests, has always been a girl as soft and weak as water. She always loves to cry. When she is happy, she will lie in his arms and cry, and when she is sad, she will also lie in his arms and cry. He cried miserably in his arms. But during that six months, she rarely cried. He didn't know how many times he heard her desperately suppressing her tears and saying to him: "Rourou must listen to sister Xiruo and won't cry, because Rourou still has to cook for the young master, bathe the young master, Change clothes, trim hair, and wait for the young master to wake up soon... "
Every day, she spent the longest time with him. Often, she took the scissors and trimmed his long, completely white hair one by one, and said infatuatedly: "Master, Rourou prefers you to keep it long." As for your hair, how about you keep it long before the young master wakes up..."
Duanmu Yiren, in front of others, she was still so arrogant and cold, even indifferent and exclusive. Even during that half a year, she was as calm as ever, without much emotional fluctuations. But only Feng Xiao knew that when the other girls were away, she would always lean her head on his almost cold chest, caressing his face, and whispering softly: "Wake up, okay? I can do a lot better now. I know how to do the dishes, do the laundry, clean the room... and also serve my man very well. When you wake up, I will be your best, most well-behaved, and non-jealous little lover, okay?"
She has forgotten that she was once the eldest lady of the Duanmu family, and her heart and body are firmly tied to him - even though he selfishly threw all his sorrow to Yao'er for Yao'er.
Yang Xiruo, this girl who was originally weak and relied on him to the extreme no matter what she did, completely changed. She lost her support, even her own pillar. She did not fall, and she completely put away her fragile side and temporarily He took on the role of the master of the house and carried the shaky home on his delicate shoulders. Without her, Rourou and Yiren might have collapsed long ago. Her countless heart-wrenching whispers echoed in his ears. Only in front of him would she be so vulnerable and unscrupulous.
Baby, she has to study and accompany her mother, but every day, she will take a long car ride to see him, because to her, nothing in this world is more important than him. At first, she always cried, but later, she stopped crying. Instead, she held his hand every day, earnestly told him about her kindness and progress, and conveyed her heart to him with her still immature hands. .
Because my mother said that my brother will definitely come back, so I can't cry.
Chen Bing'er, during those half a year, he would clearly feel her presence every day. When she was around him, she never spoke, and only used her cold body to convey her infatuation and longing. Although his body is cold, his eyes are so warm that they can melt any ice. In the past six months, in order to protect the safety of him and several girls, except for entering the world of "Reincarnation", she rarely left him, and she did not even return to her original home a few times, because she swore that as long as she was around, She could no longer bear the same blow again without letting him be harmed even a little bit.
Xiao Tongying, she only saw him once in half a year. That time, she pinched his ears with her sharp nails and said viciously: "Sister, I'm so tired every day that I even risk my life for you, but you do it every day." Sleep here, and when you wake up, I will never let you go."
In front of him, she was still the Xiao family witch that everyone feared, but as her voice came in, what were those warm water droplets that kept dripping on his face...
Also, Xiao Tian who vowed to follow him forever. Yao'er's death will inevitably make him suffer heartbreaking pain. At the same time, he also has to bear countless pressures. Supporting Fengcheng, supporting the external affairs of Longfeng Group - and even having to bear huge pressure to prepare for the World Martial Arts Conference that is related to China's future. Each of them is enough to easily crush an ordinary person, but he just silently After carrying this burden, he never complained to anyone, and never thought of letting others share his burden, because he did not dare and could not be negligent in the slightest.
For half a year, each of them suppressed their pain in their hearts and faced every day with the most comfortable side. For so long, none of them fell... because if they fell, there would be no one. People take care of him and protect him, but there is no one to bathe him, feed him... and there is no one to call him incessantly.
In an instant, he burst into tears again.
They were all so strong, but they were the only ones who chose to escape and fall, and only woke up leisurely after Wan'er gave her life.
Who am I worthy of
His heart hurt more and more, until he was numb from the pain. He looked at the ground and suddenly laughed sadly like a maniac...
The strength you once had is just a fragile coat. After it is peeled off, what is revealed is weakness and selfishness. He woke up, laughing at himself in pain. He finally understood why people always like to smile desolately after being greatly stimulated. Because it is a mockery and epiphany of fate and oneself.
After laughing, he knelt there quietly like a stone sculpture, with only his white hair dancing in the wind, expressing a touch of sadness.
Sadness can make a person mature quickly, but more maturity requires greater sadness.
After an unknown amount of time, he finally lowered his head and slowly stood up. As he stood up, a drop of water fell to the ground.
"This is my last tear... in this life."
He raised his head and looked at the sky. There was no trace of water on his face, nor was there any trace of sadness or confusion. After the catharsis, he found his way back.
Xuanyuan, which had turned bronze, appeared in his hand. He looked at it silently, a warm smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said softly: "Wan'er, wait for me... No matter how difficult it is, I will bring you back. I said, no one can take you away from me—no one!"
After closing his eyes and enjoying the wind for a while, he calmly looked around and left the world of "Reincarnation".
The way to leave is still to log off like a command. From beginning to end, he had no time to remember that his body had actually entered the world of reincarnation.