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Zhong Linlang had a long, long dream.

This dream almost ran through her life.

She dreamed that she was still a disciple of Qingxuanmen, and the senior sister was urging her to practice the newly learned swordsmanship a few more times. She retorted a little unhappy, but was taught by the senior sister in the next second:

"You are so lazy, how can you subdue demons and eliminate demons in the future!"

Zhong Linlang was young at that time, so she couldn't help being a little rebellious, and she wanted to talk back when she straightened her neck.

The rebuttal words were suddenly stuck in her throat, and Zhong Linlang suddenly remembered that her senior sister had already died in the battle between gods and demons many years ago.

Then, the picture in the dream changed again.

She saw that she was trapped in a magic circle, and the surrounding scenery was very similar to Yinghua Palace.

Zhong Linlang suddenly realized that he had returned to the day Fu Jingce died.

Hearing someone calling her name, Zhong Linlang looked up, and saw Fu Jingce, dressed in black, standing in front of her, looking fixedly at her with bloody eyes.

He held the Chishui sword in his hand, and the sword was covered with blood.

"I did nothing wrong, why was I the one who sacrificed?"

Although it was in a dream, Zhong Linlang still didn't know how to respond to his harsh words.

She could only apologize to him.

In the next second, Fu Jingce slashed his sword and fell in front of her.

Zhong Linlang felt a little suffocated and closed her eyes.

The screen changed again.

This time it was her dream.

She is standing alone in the world of ice and snow.

Goose feathers and snow fell one after another, and the hunting wind seemed to cut her face.

"Sister Linlang, why has your hair turned white?" A familiar and childish voice came, and Zhong Linlang followed the voice in disbelief.

It was Huahe.

The little girl was wearing a tender pink jacket with a lively smile.

"Sister, look quickly, your hair..."

Zhong Linlang looked down, and found that her black hair had turned white in an instant, and the skin on her hands was also wrinkling rapidly.

After a while of dizziness, Huahe disappeared.

The place where she was standing turned into a tombstone. Zhong Linlang walked over, and most of the words on the tombstone could not be read clearly, leaving traces of time.

Zhong Linlang raised her hand to touch it, trying to trace the outline of the lettering.

She couldn't touch anything, but a wave of sorrow swept over her.

You buried the bones in the mud, I sent the world to the world full of snow.

Tears fell down uncontrollably, and Zhong Linlang only felt a tight pain in his chest.She reached out her hand helplessly, frantically trying to grab something.

Caught off guard, she grabbed a hand, and then heard someone calling her name.

The dream came to an abrupt end, and Zhong Linlang sat up abruptly, dripping with cold sweat.

"Lin Lang, Lin Lang." Looking sideways, Ning Ye was sitting on the side, looking at her worriedly, "What's wrong with you?"

Zhong Linlang was stunned for a while before remembering that she had traveled back.

There was a severe pain in her throat, and she subconsciously reached out to touch it, only to touch the wrapped white cloth.

She remembered that she committed suicide in the world three years ago, and was able to travel back.

"I checked your breath, and found that your primordial spirit was damaged, and three immortal bones were broken, and you were also injured all over your body. What's going on?" Ning Ye clenched her cold hand, and moved forward.

The memory about him hit her mind again, Zhong Linlang subconsciously pulled her hand away, lowered her head, and said in a hoarse voice: "The mission...failed."

She suffered a neck injury and can barely speak now.

Ning Ye was stunned, glanced at his hands, and retracted them into his sleeves again, "Did you fail to kill the little demon god?"

Zhong Linlang shook her head, feeling sad suddenly: "No. No, he is dead, but everything is wrong."

"Wrong?" Ning Ye frowned.

"Ten thousand years ago, did the first master of the Tiangong, Qingzhou Zunshen, have a child?" Zhong Linlang said slowly, "No, it can't be said to be his child in the true sense. This child was born by God. Obsessed with fantasy, born faceless, called Jiu Ci. As the power of the gods grows, Jiu Ci becomes stronger and stronger..."

There is no doubt that this is the secret of the Heavenly Palace.

Ning Ye turned pale after hearing this: "Isn't he already sealed in the heart-eating formation?"

"No." Zhong Linlang frowned, "It won't be that simple. Jiu Ci's obsession is extremely deep, and he has fallen into evil ways. After he killed the little demon god, he used his body."

"You mean," Ning Ye's eyes turned cold, "the current Little Demon God is not real, but replaced by Jiu Ci?"

Zhong Linlang nodded: "That's right. The power of Jiu Ci is too powerful for me to resist alone. His hostility shattered the mirror of reincarnation. As a last resort, I had to use the method you taught me."

When the body dies, the soul returns to the heavenly palace.

Ning Ye pondered for a while: "This matter is no small matter, let me discuss it with the gods, and then decide what to do next. Don't startle the snake easily."

Zhong Linlang said hello.

"I..." She didn't know how to speak, "I'm sorry, I couldn't save Hua He. She...she died."

As she spoke, she could no longer speak.

After a long silence, Ning Ye patted her on the shoulder: "Don't say sorry."

He was comforting her, but he couldn't find any words of comfort.

It wasn't her fault in the first place.

It was his God's fault.

Zhong Linlang didn't say anything more.She just buried her face deeply in the quilt and sighed.

Ning Ye could see that she was preoccupied, and felt a little uncomfortable: "Lin Lang, do you have something to hide from me?"

"No." Almost without hesitation, she muffled.

She doesn't want to tell all about what she's been through.

For Ning Ye, this answer was very disappointing.

He felt more and more separated from her.

"Every time you come back," Ning Ye smiled wryly, "I feel farther and farther away from you. I haven't seen you for so many days, but you are so unfamiliar with me."

Zhong Linlang raised her head and looked at him with complicated eyes.

What should she say?Do you accuse him of being selfish, or scold him for being ruthless?
Neither should.In a sense, they are all the same kind of people, and they are all people who do not hesitate to hurt others for the sake of the so-called Dao.

"Take a good rest, and I'll come see you again in a few days." Ning Ye sighed and was about to leave.

"Master Tianshen." Zhong Linlang stopped him when he was leaving, "It's not that we're unfamiliar with you, it's that we've all changed."

Very subtle words.

Ning Ye's straight back was stiff, and he walked out without looking back.