The girl stretched out her hand towards him, as if she was saying to a close elder in a gentle voice: "Little uncle, I'll take you home."
Luo Yunxiao moved her lips, and the red pupils shone with light.
In the hand holding the natal sword, the veins on the back of the hand popped one by one.
He should have killed this man right away.
But one image after another began to flash in my mind.
Xiaoyaomen taught seven people to practice.
Singing to wine in Star Academy.
Fight bloody battles on the floating island.
"What is your real identity, little uncle? Do you have any powerful enemies? What kind of past do you have? We don't care about these. We only know that you are the little uncle of all of us and a member of our Xiaoyaomen." .”
"We can't wait to tell the whole world that you are from our Xiaoyaomen, and the junior uncle of our Xiaoyao Seven Sons."
"If there is an afterlife, I hope to hear you call me little uncle again."
Floating on an outlying island, on the shore of the Bohai Sea, the old laughter faded away, leaving him alone in the world.
He heard himself calling over and over again on the beach.
"Jun Muyan, are you still alive? If you are alive, how about answering me?"
"Yun Ruohan, Qin Jiu, Chu Moli, Leng Yumo, Ling Yusheng, Lan Luoyu... How about you come back?"
Again and again, over and over again.
Until the voice is hoarse and the blood is cold.
Until he fully realized that he had really lost the only treasure he had in this world, and there was no way back.
One thought becomes a Buddha, one thought becomes a demon.
From then on, Luo Yunxiao couldn't go back.
But at this very moment, there were seven people who did not hesitate to repeat the scene of that year, bumping into his sword one after another, risking their lives one after another.
Just to tell him: Little Martial Uncle, we are still alive, and Xiaoyaomen still exists in this world.
We have been waiting for you, waiting for you to come home.
Luo Yunxiao suddenly knelt down and hugged her head.
When he raised his head again, shocking waves appeared in his pair of blood-red pupils, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Muyan..."
"Little Master Uncle!"
Muyan couldn't bear it anymore, tears burst down the embankment, "Little Martial Uncle, are you back?"
Luo Yunxiao suddenly clenched the long sword in her hand, gritted her teeth and said, "Kill me!"
"No!!"
Luo Yunxiao looked up at her, and said word by word: "I have completely merged with Mieshi Banhun. If you don't kill me, the curse of the Eternal Night Sacred Emperor will not stop, and the Yanwu Continent will still be destroyed."
He paused, his cold voice was tinged with tenderness: "Muyan, you are now the Dao of Heaven, you should know how to choose."
Muyan shook her head without hesitation: "There must be other ways to lift the curse of the Eternal Night Sacred Emperor, there must be."
With a trembling voice, she prayed: "Little uncle, we all risked our lives to regain your sanity, please don't give up so quickly."
Everyone in Xiaoyaomen has the fire seed of star nirvana planted in their bodies, as long as Muyan is still alive, they have a high chance of being able to survive.
But Luo Yunxiao was different.
In order to stop the curse of the Eternal Night Sacred Emperor, both body and spirit must be destroyed, which is a destruction that leaves no life, and does not even have the chance to be reincarnated.
The Xiaoyao Seven Sons just brought their little uncle home, so how could they allow him to die like that
Luo Yunxiao closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, there was already a bit of helplessness on her face, "Why are you always so willful."