Chapter 230 I Have Been Wandering for a Long Time (17)

The tea aroma blurred Bai Jinwu's eyes.

However, this did not affect Mo Jingchun, who saw things with his soul. He clearly saw that the person opposite him had a calm expression and did not have any emotional fluctuations because of this question or this name.

It seemed that he was the only one trapped in the past, and Mo Jingchun was inexplicably angry.

Bai Jinwu said lightly: "Yes." He killed Shen Minghuan.

"With your Mahayana cultivation? Shen Minghuan has completed the tribulation and is only one step away from ascending. Who are you to kill him?" Mo Jingchun suddenly became excited.

Bai Jinwu looked up at him: "You said you would believe it, but now I am telling the truth, but you don't believe it."

How can he believe this? Believe that they are blind and Bai Jinwu is a heartless person? Or believe that Shen Minghuan is really dead and there is no possibility of resurrection?

How can he believe it.

It seems that there is a piece of emptiness in his heart, and the cold wind whistles through him hollowly, making him feel cold from the bone marrow.

The white silk covering his eyes suddenly got wet. Mo Jingchun gritted his teeth, stood up and grabbed Bai Jinwu's collar and asked, "Why? Why did you do this?"

"Jingchun." Bai Jinwu let the other party do what he wanted, and kept the awkward posture of being grabbed by the collar without resisting.

He showed a bitter and desperate smile, his eyes were sad and painful.

He said, "This world is a book."

Do you know? The world we live in is fake, but it is just a pre-set script.

In the story, your and my fate has already been written.

That is a destiny that cannot be resisted.

The protagonist of the story is Bai Jinwu, and the villain is Yu Shenghan, so they must fight to the death, and justice will eventually defeat evil, so Yu Shenghan will also have to die in Bai Jinwu's hands.

How to arrange the protagonist's grand exit afterwards? His ending is also written in the story: die to save the world.

The great calamity of heaven and earth that made them tremble with fear and dread was just a few words in the book. When it fell on them, it became a mountain that they could not escape. Bai Jinwu killed Yu Shenghan, destroyed Biluo, and became the most supreme existence in the divine domain. However, he gave up this respect and sacrificed himself to the way of heaven, in exchange for the great calamity to be eliminated and the human race to continue.

Only in this way can his sacrifice be touching enough and the story be exciting enough.

Bai Jinwu said calmly: "You should also feel that your strength is restrained. It's not because your cultivation is obtained by spiritual power infusion, but... you shouldn't have broken through the calamity."

"In the story, there are only three calamity periods from beginning to end. The future me, Yu Shenghan, Yue Qing, you are an accident."

One is the protagonist, one is the final villain, and one is cannon fodder.

So Luo Jinghong couldn't break through, not because she was not qualified, but because she didn't have this part.

——Their future, the distance they can reach, the scenery they can see, everything has been settled before they were born.

Mo Jingchun sat there for a long time, and the fear spread through his limbs and bones as Bai Jinwu told the story, and he gradually felt numb.

He wanted to speak, but when he opened his mouth, he found that his throat was dry. He reached out to pick up the tea, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp, but he choked after just two sips. He coughed awkwardly and the remaining half cup of tea spilled all over his clothes.

Mo Jingchun's voice was hoarse from coughing: "You said so much, what does it have to do with you killing Shen Minghuan?"

Bai Jinwu paused, showing a complex smile that seemed to be happy and sad: "Don't you understand yet? Mo Jingchun, there is no Shen Minghuan in this story."

Shen Minghuan's appearance was a bigger surprise than Mo Jingchun.

He is the only real living thing in this false world.

The muddy and turbid shallows cannot accommodate the dragon soaring in the sky, and this world is not worthy of Shen Minghuan.

Mo Jingchun collapsed in the chair, as if he had lost all his strength. After a long time, he asked, "Can't the story be changed?"

Bai Jinwu said calmly, "No, our world is this story. We can only finish it. If the story is ruined, the divine domain will no longer exist."

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After the flying boat sailed all night, Shen Minghuan and the other two walked into an ordinary small town under the morning light of the rising sun.

Jiang Yunqi was young and had escaped secretly. He didn't have much money on him. In order to find Lin Yaochuan, he spent all his money to find out the news. Now he is penniless.

The rich man Lin Yaochuan took the lead and took his two poor brothers to the best inn in the city. He waved his hand and booked three upper rooms. The three of them have been jumping back and forth many times at the critical moment of life and death. It's time to have a good rest.

Shen Minghuan returned to the room with a lot of thoughts in his mind. As soon as he closed the door, he noticed that there was an extra breath in the room.

Shen Minghuan sighed and said gently: "Miss Luo, long time no see."

Luo Jinghong did not ask him in public, but quietly appeared in this small room, which showed an attitude in itself - she was sure that this person was Shen Minghuan, and she saw that he did not want to reveal his identity, so she was helping him.

Shen Minghuan did not know where Luo Jinghong's confidence came from. He could have continued to pretend to be Shen Shu, but he had an inexplicable conscience and did not deny it after all.

Luo Jinghong showed up and smiled at Shen Minghuan.

The conditions of the inn in the small town were average, but under her smile, it actually gave rise to a bit of jeweled elegance.

As beautiful as autumn water, the humble house is glorious.

"Why do you call me Miss Luo?" Luo Jinghong asked curiously.

Shen Minghuan likes to give people some weird names. He prefers to start with the character "小" and doesn't ask the other person if they agree. It's like calling a small pet, with a casual and dismissive attitude.

But no one who was called that by him had any objection.

Xiaobai, Xiaohei and Xiaolou turned into dwarfs when placed on her body.

A girl's feelings are always poetry. When she was young, she cried several times for the joking title of her sweetheart, and each time she made up her mind not to like this person. But after crying, she would always fall in love again for various reasons. Fuck him.

She has not always liked Shen Minghuan, she has liked Shen Minghuan countless times.

Love grows wildly with the wind, and countless times of love are superimposed, and time can easily pass away.

Shen Minghuan reluctantly handed over his hand: "I have offended the girl many times in the past, so please forgive me."

Luo Jinghong's eyes were full of surprise.

It would be strange for Shen Minghuan to say something like this.

Luo Jinghong covered his lips and smiled: "Shen Minghuan, have you finally found out about me?"

"I..." Shen Minghuan was stunned for a moment and looked embarrassed: "You..."

He suddenly realized what a brave act it was for Luo Jinghong to follow him without complaint from his predecessor. This feeling was so heavy that Shen Minghuan didn't know how to refuse it for a moment.

Luo Jinghong put his hands behind his back and jumped closer to Shen Minghuan, still looking like a girl: "Why has my king become so coy? Show off your previous momentum. Didn't you say that I like you and you?" Is it irrelevant?"

Shen Minghuan thought of the time when he asked arrogantly, "What does it have to do with me?", and suddenly felt a toothache as if he had seen the dark history. He smiled bitterly and handed over his hand: "Miss Luo, I'm sorry."

He asked himself that he had a clear conscience towards the Divine Realm and the Galaxy, but he always felt guilty in front of Luo Jinghong. It's not that he did anything wrong, but... it was ultimately because of his immaturity that Luo Jinghong, a young girl, suffered a lot of grievances.

Luo Jinghong blinked: "Why should Wang apologize? You are not wrong, you just don't like me, and I like you, and it really has nothing to do with you."

Luo Jinghong has grown much taller, but is still a head shorter than Shen Minghuan.

She used to stand farther away so that Shen Minghuan could see her without having to lower her head, and she could pretend that she was not short, but now she is much braver than before, so she walked three steps around Shen Minghuan without caring. within.

She raised her head slightly: "Wang, look, you can't force yourself to like me, and I can't force myself not to like you. As long as emotional matters don't disturb the other party, they only have to do with yourself, and I don't need to pay attention to you. Even if I don’t like it, you have no obligation to respond to my likes, right?”

Shen Minghuan smiled helplessly after listening to this long sentence that was like a tongue twister.

Even so, this feeling is so sincere that it inevitably makes people feel heavy. He sighed: "How can Shen Minghuan be so virtuous..."

Luo Jinghong's smile became even brighter, "I haven't seen you for a hundred years, you have changed a lot."

Her expression became a little anxious again: "King, what happened a hundred years ago? Where have you been these years?"

Did Bai Jinwu really kill him a hundred years ago? Since Shen Minghuan is not dead, why doesn't he come back? Why don't you see them? Why have you ignored the Divine Realm for a hundred years and allowed chaos to flourish in this world?

She wasn't blaming or complaining, but... this was so unlike Shen Minghuan.

"It's a long story." Shen Minghuan was silent for a moment and didn't know how to explain it. He said, "Just think that I am resurrected from the dead. Miss Luo, I just returned to God's Realm not long ago, and I have something to ask you."

Luo Jinghong repeated in shock: "Resurrection from the dead?"

Not to mention how bizarre this thing was, what Luo Jinghong cared about more was - Shen Minghuan actually died once?

Who killed him? Who can kill him? How dare you kill him? How could you kill him!

"Are they Bai Jinwu and Yu Shenghan?" Luo Jinghong murmured.

If it were really them, how sad would Shen Minghuan be?

People will have close relationships, and they are arrogant like Shen Minghuan, who treats all living beings in the world fairly and justly, but Luo Jinghong still knows that Bai Jinwu is different to him.

Shen Minghuan was more concerned about Bai Jinwu.

Shen Minghuan looked at Luo Jinghong's dazed expression and said amusedly: "It's me who died. Why can't you accept it more than me? It's all over."

He made an understatement and changed the subject: "Miss Luo, I want to ask, do you know about the great catastrophe of heaven and earth?"

Luo Jinghong still looked as if he was lost in grief.

It wasn't until Shen Minghuan asked again that she slowly came back to her senses.

Luo Jinghong blinked blankly: "Great catastrophe?" Where had he heard it before?

Shen Minghuan was surprised: "You don't know either?"

Luo Jinghong was already among the small group of people standing at the top of the pyramid of God's Realm. Even she had never heard of it. How could this news be kept so closely?

Luo Jinghong thought for a while: "When I fought with Yue Qing, he was sure that I would not be able to break through the tribulation in my life. Could this be related to the catastrophe of heaven and earth?"

She repeated what Yue Qing said.