Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 2085 Wither

For a long time, for a long time.

"Let's go back."

Su Zimo took a deep breath and tried to show a relaxed smile, saying: "It's time to go back and look after I have been out for so long."

Ji Yaoxue nodded slightly.

The fox died in the first mound, and the fallen leaves returned to the roots.

She will eventually return to the heavens.

The two returned from this small world and remained silent along the way.

Su Zimo can feel that the breath of life in Ji Yaoxue's body is getting weaker and weaker.

By the time she arrived in the continent, she could hardly stand on her own.

She leaned lightly on Su Zimo's side, feeling the familiar atmosphere of this world, silent and silent, she didn't know what she was thinking.

"Go to Big Week?"

Su Zimo asked softly.

Ji Yaoxue looked up, 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 heart moved, and he blurted out, "Canglang Mountain?"

"I knew you could guess."

Ji Yaoxue smiled briefly.

That was where the two first met.

"it is good."

Su Zimo nodded, tearing the void with Ji Yaoxue, and descended directly on the Canglang Mountain.

The moment he arrived here, Su Zimo changed his mind and changed into a blue shirt.

He swept away, quickly finding the cave where the two had stayed.

For thousands of years.

The cave was dusty, and I didn't know how long no one had been there.

Su Zimo's consciousness moved slightly, wiping his sleeves lightly, he removed all the dust in this cave, and helped Ji Yaoxue walk in.

"we are back."

Ji Yaoxue smiled and whispered.

She looked around and felt an inexplicable complex taste in her heart, seemingly happy, but with a lot of sadness.

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

Originally, he just stood leaning on him.

Today, this is no longer the case.

"Tired, let's take a break."

When Su Zimo saw Ji Yaoxue showing tiredness, she helped her to lie down slowly and let her body lean on her arms.

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

Su Zimo held her lightly, silently.

Even though he is expensive for all ages, even though he founded martial arts, he can only watch Ji Yaoxue leave, but there is nothing he can do.

Ji Yaoxue bowed her head, staring blankly, her eyes gradually closed.

She felt a heavy tiredness.

She knew that when she slept, she could not wake up again.

suddenly.

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

Ji Yaoxue opened her eyes again, and there was a gleam of luster in her eyes, and she had a little more energy in her body. She raised her palms and stroked Su Zimo's cheek, saying, "Zimo, you cry."

Su Zimo had red eyes and shook his head slightly.

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

Ji Yaoxue said with a soft eyes, and whispered.

"it is good."

Su Zimo said, his voice choked.

"Zimo, you don't have to be too sad. Everyone has his own life, so he can't come. After I die, just bury me here."

"You and I have a short history, but I have been with you for thousands of years, and I am satisfied."

"I know that even if everyone forgets me, there is another person in this world who is thinking about me and caring about me, and I am very happy."

"Dead and happy ..."

Ji Yaoxue smiled, and a drop of crystal tears flickered in the corner of her eyes.

"Remember when we first met."

Su Zimo held back his grief and recalled the past, saying: "I didn't have a spiritual root at the time, I didn't understand anything. I took the stolen storage bag, and I couldn't open it over and over.

"remember."

Ji Yaoxue laughed: "You were so stupid."

Su Zimo mentioned the past, and Ji Yaoxue also had a little more energy.

Initially, she could talk to Su Zimo a few words.

But over time, most of the time, it was Su Zimo who said that she spoke only occasionally, and her voice became lower and lower.

Gradually, she no longer spoke, just smiling slightly, looking at Su Zimo, with a trace of perseverance and nostalgia in her eyes.

Ji Yaoxue's eyes slowly closed.

In her sight, Su Zimo's features gradually blurred, leaving only the Lei Luoqing shirt, which was forever imprinted in her memory.

Even if the soul is flying, the reincarnation of the world will never forget it!

Su Zimo stunned Ji Yaoxue, and seemed to feel a little, his voice a little pause.

He could not feel the breath of Ji Yaoxue's life, nor could he hear the gentle voice.

But he did not dare to look down.

He was trembling, feeling sore in his nose, he couldn't help taking a breath, and continued to talk about himself, seemingly hoping that the person in his arms would respond.

Even if it's just a word, a sigh, a subtle sound.

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

But there was silence in the cave, and only his voice echoed.

Su Zimo stunned Ji Yaoxue infatuatedly, his voice gradually weakened, his expression sullen, and he seemed to be passing a picture.

"Xia Qingshuangmen Yaoxue, I would like to thank Daoyou for fighting with justice."

At that time, the two met for the first time.

"Zimo, I said, we will see you again."

At that time, a woman took the Emperor's Book of Seals and granted the king Su Hongyan, and when she stepped out of the carriage, she smiled at Su Yingmo Yingying, as if the sky had lost her color.

"Zimo, how is it?"

In Da Zhou's palace, the three princesses of Da Zhou came to him in front of him, turned his body slightly, dangled his pale yellow skirt, blinked bright eyes, and smiled like flowers.

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

Su Zimo's ears seemed to faintly hear the weeping sound from Burial Dragon Valley.

"I'm Tian Zhou Tianzi. In the palace, in front of other people, I dare not cry, nor can I cry."

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

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

Bury Dragon Valley, an ominous land.

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

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

But a woman, regardless of the danger, walked through the ruins of Dagan and surrounded by the numerous Yin soldiers and horses to bury him in Longgu to worship him.

The woman was talking by herself at the burial Longgu, and one stop was one day.

For 20 years, there is no break on that day of the year.

Today, the woman lies in his arms and never wakes up again.

Su Zimo slowly lowered his head and looked at it.

Ji Yaoxue lay quietly in his arms, fair complexion, quiet and serene, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, like a sleeping girl.

Suddenly, Su Zimo was overwhelmed with tears.

(End of this chapter)