Chapter 4857 The Little Monk Who Was Drunk and Dreamed of Death (Please Ask for a Ticket)

This situation continued until thousands of years ago.

The passage of the master-slave world was opened again, and a woman named Baili Liuyin appeared on the Xiuxian Continent.

Pushing this doomed world into another bottomless abyss.

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When Muyan was in the Tianguang Ruins, watching the past and future of Qihuang.

In an oasis in the remote area of ​​the Western Wilderness, Jingyuan woke up from a roar of thunder and the tremor of the earth.

The goal is the towering golden arches in the sky.

Lightning and thunder ripped open, forming cracks and vortexes.

Countless black dots fell from the vortex, like black hail.

But Jingyuan recognized at a glance that it was not raindrops or hail.

It was a ghoul who came to this world through the crack in the barrier.

Tianzhu collapsed again?

How could this be?

Jingyuan quickly got up from the ground and flew into the sky, looking at the sky in the distance.

Soon, his face became darker and darker, and there was a deep worry in his eyes.

If he is not mistaken, the location where the Tianzhu collapsed this time is above the ancient battlefield.

The resident of Xiaoyaomen is right there.

Since learning of his own life, Jingyuan has been drunk and dreamed of dying in front of his parents' graves for a period of time.

Leng Yumo spent the first month with him.

Later, he resolutely abandoned him and returned to Xiaoyaomen.

Before leaving, Leng Yumo said to him: "The little monk I like is gentle and soft on the outside, but he has always been persistent in his heart. He will change because of the changes around him, and he will do things he doesn't want to do. , but he will always keep a trace of clarity in his heart, and he will not fall down easily."

"Jingyuan, if you think that being drunk and dreaming about death can make you forget the pain and escape everything that happened. Then you stay here. But I won't stop for you."

"Even if I love you again and miss my little monk, I am also a member of Xiaoyaomen. I have my ambitions and things I want to protect. I will not let my senior brothers and sisters leave me far behind, Allow yourself to indulge in the love of men and women."

"Let's...let's say goodbye now. I hope there will be a future. I hope that when we meet next time, you will still be the little monk I know."

On the day Leng Yumo left, Jing Yuan was in such pain that she curled up in front of her parents' grave, letting tears flow freely on her haggard face.

He felt that his life was a joke.

All the persistence, all the beliefs, and all the hard work in the past turned into nothing in an instant.

The teacher he thought was the culprit who killed his parents.

The enemies he thought were just victims who shared the same illness as him.

He wanted to hate, but he didn't know who to hate.

He wanted to realize his revenge, but found that all his cultivation was handed over by the enemy.

Once, overnight, Jingyuan lost the most important relative, and only hatred remained in her life.

Now, he doesn't even have hatred anymore, his life seems to be gouged out by life, and he no longer knows where to go.

Jingyuan thought that he would be so drunk in front of his parents' graves that he would live without a ghost or a ghost.

Whether the world rises and falls, or lives and dies, it has nothing to do with him.

However, at this moment, looking at the collapsed Tianzhu in the sky, Jingyuan's heart seemed to be clenched tightly by a hand.

He thought he would never worry about anything in the world anymore.

He thought his heart was dead.