Chapter 2085 Withering

Long time, long time.

"Let's go back."

Su Zimo took a deep breath, tried to show a relaxed smile, and said, "It's been so long since I've been out, it's time to go back and have a look."

Ji Yaoxue nodded slightly.

When the fox dies, the head mound, the fallen leaves return to their roots.

She will eventually return to the Heavenly Desolate Continent.

The two of them turned back from this small world, silent all the way.

Su Zimo could feel that the breath of life in Ji Yaoxue's body was getting weaker and weaker, and his life was in the blink of an eye.

When she arrived at the Heavenly Desolate Continent, it was already difficult for her to stand with her own strength.

She leaned gently on Su Zimo's side, feeling the familiar atmosphere of this world, she stood silently, dazed, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Go to Da Zhou?"

Su Zimo asked softly.

Ji Yaoxue raised her head, looked at Su Zimo, smiled, and said, "I think of a good place, let's go there."

Su Zimo looked at Ji Yaoxue's smile, his mind moved, and he blurted out, "Canglang Mountains?"

"I knew you could guess."

Ji Yaoxue smiled lightly.

That's where the two first met.

"it is good."

Su Zimo nodded, took Ji Yaoxue to tear the void, and descended directly over the Canglang Mountains.

The moment he arrived here, Su Zimo thought and changed into a green shirt.

His consciousness swept away, and he quickly found the cave where the two had stayed.

thousands of years.

This cave is full of dust, and no one has been here for a long time.

Su Zimo moved his senses slightly, waved his robe sleeves lightly, and cleaned all the dust in the cave, and helped Ji Yaoxue to walk in.

"We're back."

Ji Yaoxue smiled and said in a low voice.

She looked around, an indescribable complex feeling surged in her heart, she seemed to be happy, but it also contained a lot of sadness.

Su Zimo felt that Ji Yaoxue's body was getting heavier and heavier.

Originally, he was able to stand just by leaning against him lightly.

Now, it doesn't work anymore.

"Tired, let's take a break."

Seeing Ji Yaoxue's tired face, Su Zimo helped her to lie down slowly and let her lean against his arms.

Ji Yaoxue's face became paler, her breath became weaker, and her eyelids became heavier.

Su Zimo gently hugged her and remained silent.

Even though he was the Emperor of Eternal Martial Arts, even though he founded Martial Dao, now he can only watch Ji Yaoxue leave, but there is nothing he can do.

Ji Yaoxue lowered her head, in a daze, her eyes gradually closed.

She felt a deep tiredness.

She knew that once she fell asleep, she would never wake up again.

Sudden.

A drop of hot water fell on her cheek and woke her up.

Ji Yaoxue opened her eyes again, there was a glimmer of brilliance in her eyes, and a little more energy in her body, she raised her palm, stroked Su Zimo's cheek, and said, "Zimo, you're crying."

Su Zimo's eyes were flushed, and he shook his head slightly.

"I don't want to sleep, Zimo, talk to me."

Ji Yaoxue's eyes were gentle and she said in a low voice.

"it is good."

Su Zimo spoke, his voice choked.

"Zimo, you don't have to be too sad, everyone has their own fate, and you can't force it. When I die, just bury me here."

"You and I have a shallow relationship in my life, but I have been with you for thousands of years, and I am satisfied."

Ji Yaoxue said: "I know that even if everyone forgets me, there is still one person in this world who is thinking of me and caring about me. I am very happy."

"I'm happy to die..."

"Do you remember the first time we met?"

Su Zimo endured the grief in his heart, recalled the past, and said, "I didn't have spiritual roots at that time, and I didn't understand anything. I took the storage bag I grabbed and turned it over and over, but I 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 have a few words with Su Zimo.

But as time went on, most of the time, it was Su Zimo who was talking, she only replied occasionally, and her voice became more and more low.

Gradually, she stopped talking, just smiled slightly and looked at Su Zimo with a hint of tenderness, reluctance, and nostalgia in her eyes.

Ji Yaoxue's eyes slowly closed.

In her line of sight, Su Zimo's face gradually blurred, and only the upright blue shirt was left, which was still clear and imprinted in her memory forever.

Even if the soul flies away, the reincarnation of the world will not be forgotten!

Su Zimo put his arms around 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 pleasant voice.

But he didn't dare to look down.

His heart was trembling slightly, his nose was sore, he couldn't help taking a breath, and continued talking to himself, as if hoping that the person in his arms would respond.

Even if it's just a word, a sigh, and a sub-ink.

Su Zimo muttered to himself, and said it for a long time, a long time.

But in the cave, it was silent, and only his voice echoed.

Su Zimo hugged Ji Yaoxue madly, her voice weakened, her expression dazed, as if pictures passed by before her eyes.

"Under Qingshuangmen Yaoxue, thank you fellow Daoist for your righteous help."

It was then that the two met for the first time.

"Zimo, I said, we will meet again."

At that time, a woman brought the emperor's edict and conferred the title of King Su Hongyan. When she got out of the carriage, she smiled at Su Zimo Yingying, as if the light of the sky had lost its color.

"Zimo, how are you?"

In the palace of the Great Zhou Dynasty, under the attention of all the people, the third princess of the Great Zhou Dynasty came to him, turned her body slightly, swayed her pale yellow skirt, blinked her bright eyes, and smiled like a flower.

"Zimo, today is your death day. I'm here to see you."

In Su Zimo's ears, it seemed as if he could vaguely hear the sobbing from the Dragon Burial Valley.

"I am now the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. In the palace, in front of other people, I don't dare to cry, and I can't cry."

"Only here can I cry without fear, Zimo, you are not allowed to make fun of me."

"Zimo, don't worry, I have hidden Mr. Su Hong. Unless I die, no one will find him..."

Buried Dragon Valley, an ominous place.

Thousands of years, I don't know how many strong people have been buried.

The countless creatures at the time were afraid to avoid it.

But there was a woman who, despite the danger, passed through the ruins of Dagan, passed through the siege of countless yin soldiers and yin horses, and came to Bury Dragon Valley to worship him.

The woman was on the edge of the Buried Dragon Valley, talking to herself, and one stop was a day.

For five full years, on that day every year, it has never stopped.

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 serene, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, like a sleeping girl.

In an instant, Su Zimo was overwhelmed with grief and burst into tears.