Chapter 1196 Wildfire Starts a Prairie Fire (Complete Chapter 13)
In my mind, the fat little dragon curled up in the jade bead, chattering and emitting a soft light.
Zhou Ye realized that he didn't know when he had become accustomed to having such a voice beside him nagging in his ears.
Suddenly, the voice disappeared.
My vision also became dim and blurry.
No matter where she was in the past, Aowu would always work hard to create a soft white light for her. Even if she was in a dark place where souls gathered, she could only remember the cluster of warm white light lingering around her.
How could there be such a good dragon in this world?
Zhou Ye held the body that was getting colder in his arms and subconsciously raised his hand to touch the corners of his eyes.
Wet is tears.
This feeling of loss was no stranger. Although she had experienced it many times, this time it was as heart-wrenching as ever.
The sounds in my ears became muffled.
There were too many strange yet familiar memories in her mind, tracing back along the long river of history, one hundred thousand years ago, one million years ago, three million years ago...
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In that magma hell that made her miserable, she recognized herself and recovered her lost memories.
Her name is Zhou Ye, Zhou from Buzhou Mountain, Ye from Weedao.
She is not a great demon who destroys the world, has no noble status, and does not have a mysterious life experience.
She was just a weed that those people picked from Buzhou Mountain and threw it at their feet. She was allowed to take root, sprout, and grow vigorously just like that.
Everything from the past overlapped before my eyes.
Born again and again, died again and again.
Live for a hundred lives, die for a hundred lives.
The most unforgettable death for her was when she was tricked into jumping into the pit of fire.
She didn't find what she was looking for in the flaming lava. When she looked up, she saw that the dragnet had already been laid out. She was betrayed by the world.
That time, she still had a sincere heart.
Later, this heart was completely burned in the magma. For three million years, she suffered from the fire burning her heart. She was half in the world and half in hell.
Looking back, the position of my heart still hurts as if it were being roasted on an iron plate.
Zhou Ye covered his heart.
The overwhelming hatred made her breathless for a moment, and the hatred mixed with disappointment and despair made her wish to destroy everything in the world.
The sound like the impact of a bell above his head resounded in his ears.
She looked up.
Black hair fell to her feet, and on her pale face, a pair of lifeless black eyes looked toward the torn sky.
Thirteen familiar faces.
As majestic and solemn as ever, it suppresses the evil spirits of the six realms and adheres to the order of heaven and earth.
Thirteen pairs of eyes stared at him intently, Zhou Ye hugged him and stood up slowly. His skin was like gelatin, not stained by any dust, and his black hair was trailing to the ground, like a piece of jade-like silk.
Three million years of burning had left her soul in pieces, but her body remained invulnerable to water and fire.
Zhou Ye pulled back his red lips and smiled, facing that day, stepping on the earth with his bare feet.
"Thirteen Golden Buddhas, long time no see."
"Xiapo Zhouye, come forward quickly!"
Zhou Ye lowered his eyes and took a deep look at Aowu in his arms. Then a black and white aura emanated from between his arms, wrapping Aowu. Finally, he slowly raised his hand and gently lifted his body. It was sent to the golden cloud above the head.
Ao Jiang and Ao Xun hugged their younger brother, heartbroken, but they couldn't blame Zhou Ye at all.
(End of chapter)