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For so long, Xie Tao had already thought of the names of five people.

In fact, I did not deliberately think about it, as if it appeared naturally in my mind.

Under the domineering blue dragon illustration, Xie Wei wrote Long Yin.

Under the arrogant white tiger illustration, Xie Wei wrote Bai Hong.

Under the gorgeous Suzaku's illustration, Xie Wei wrote Feng Xi.

Under the elegant nine-tailed illustration, Xie Wei wrote the Fox Nine.

The last album is Hou Qing, who is the only human figure, and a pair of dissidents seem to see his heart through the paper.

Xie Tao’s hand gently rubbed on his eyes, and the corners of his mouth raised a very slight arc.

He wrote a Western character.

"What are you doing!" The usual calm and calm voice was full of uneasiness, and Hou Qing almost came to Xie Tao.

Xie Tao did not look up and wrote the last one...

Xie Wei whispered: "Xi Xi, do you like this name?" After he finished watching him.

Hou Qing’s dissidents came to the extreme. His thin lips trembled and his voice trembled: “Why?” Why give them their names and why they should leave them.

Xie Tao took his hand and said warmly: "You must live well."

After Qing’s backhand holding him, his forehead swelled and the whole person tightened to the extreme: “Why lie!”

Xie Tao looked at him and looked at him: "Only eighty years, too little."

The life expectancy of a person is so long, the fate of Hou Qing is aging and die, Xie Zhen can not let him die like this.

Hou Qing held him hard, and the voice was hoarse to the extreme: "But now I have not even for eighty years."

In one sentence, I got to the heart of Xie Tao.

He couldn't give them a name. He couldn't approve of their existence. He couldn't watch them die after a short life.

Because... this is not the end, it should not end.

"Promise me." Xie Zhen felt that his body became very light, he said with the final strength, "Live alive!"

He left this most pale and powerless sentence, and it became a phantom, scattered in the air.

At this time, the door opened wide, and the breathless white tiger yelled: "Why don't you stop him! Why don't you stop him!" He slammed his fist and hit the back of Qing, and he lost his soul. The blood overflowing from the corner of the mouth is also motionless.

"It’s all this gods, all the **** are this stuff!" White Tiger used all his strength to fight for the gods, but this **** figure seems to be something that does not belong to this world, quietly suspended there, even a little fold No.

Xie Tao thought that he would be popped up, but he was as easy to see as it was into the world.

He saw the flower world that had decayed in an instant, saw the flowers that were crying out of breath, and saw the five small ones that fell into disintegration.

White tiger angered and left the flower world, went to the holy mountain.

In the sea of ​​the defeated flowers, Qinglong stood in the spring and autumn.

Suzaku grew up overnight and found the dragon. Tell him that the flower **** is not dead, he must have fallen asleep, let us go to him!

After Qing went to the demon sea with the gods, and had seen the albums countless times since the day and night.

Nine tails found him and said that he and Suzaku are the same - he will not die, he must be somewhere in the world, will definitely come back!

Xie Tao does not want to leave such a obsession with them. It is too painful. It takes a long time to miss a dead person, let the heart be bitten by despair and pain but can't see the slightest light. This is terrible.

Especially the time is still as long, so living is cruel than death.

Xie Tao does not want to, even if this is only the setting of the quasi-world, he does not want to have such painful memories.

The wonderful thing is that as his ideas become more and more determined and more and more persistent, the paintings on the gods are slowly disappearing...

It is not disappearing, but other people can no longer look at it.

Numerous elaborately drawn albums have become a blank piece of paper, and the post-Qing, who is guarding the gods, looks at this scene, and only despair in the heart is destroyed.

His memory began to disappear, all the memories of the flower **** slowly faded, and the other four also rushed in. They were all the same...

The paintings on Shen Jian gradually disappeared, and their memories were erased a little.

When Shen Jian lost the ability to shrink and became a blank picture, they all forgot.

Seeing this, Xie Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

This is the case, and I forgot to pass through the countless years.

But after a long time, when I went to the mountains and rivers, they saw Xie Wei at first sight, and still fell in love with him deeply.

This may be just the romance of the soul, but it is also the most profound attachment to Xie Tao.

Eighty years later, the post-Qian, who is a human being, died. He was born again from the grave and became the ancestor of the zombie, the real post-Qing.

Ten years later, under the madness of the White Tiger, the black-toothed monster evolved and grew into a terrible collection. The white tiger struggled with it for more than ten days. Due to lack of physical strength, he gradually fell into the wind. After he discovered it, he helped him. The two completely ended this evil thing born from chaos, and completely rationalized the holy mountain and the demon sea created by the flower god.

For more than two hundred years, with the help of the White Tiger, Suzaku reborn from the fire and became the first saint of the Holy Mountain. At the last moment of the Yuanshen, the nine tails were rescued by the brother of the same door. Comprehended the ecstasy, became the first demon ancestors of the demon sea.

In the next two hundred years, the holy mountain descended from the thunder, the Qinglong covered the sky, guarded the holy mountain and thousands of souls, and suffered serious injuries, but because of comprehending the desirelessness, it was repaired to a higher level and became the sacred mountain. Two saints.

In the original destiny, they will die of aging, fighting, fire robbery, desolation and thunder, but Xie Tao gave them their names. They escaped the death of this hit and became the supreme power of the continent.

This is actually interlocking.

If Hou Qing is aging in 80 years, then the white tiger who is not helping will die, and it is difficult for the nine tails to survive the Yuanshen.

The white tiger is dead, and Suzaku can't help the fire.

As for the last Qinglong, if he did not forget those memories, how could he comprehend the desirelessness, and without his desire, he could not survive the thunder.

Xie Zhen does not believe in fate, but all this is not under the cover of fate.

However, fate is not constant, and under fate, they still have freedom!

Xie Tao knows that this is not over yet. He waits for Houqing to think of everything, or there is a white tiger.

Why do they think of flower gods?

Xie Tao does not know how long it has been, seems to be getting closer and closer to the world...

The White Tiger has always hated Hou Qing, even if he forgot everything, he also retained his hatred for Hou Qing’s deep bone marrow.

Even if Hou Qing helped him kill the black teeth, Bai Hu still hates him endlessly.

Bai Hu wants to kill Hou Qing, and he can't shake anything until he is obsessed.

But Hou Qing is an immortal zombie, and the white tiger can only do his best with him.

The White Tiger never gave up. He went back to retreat and practiced, and when he had a breakthrough, he came to find Houqing.

Hou Qing also met on time, and the two were tied.

After playing countless years, the cultivation of the two climbed up and the baby spirit was repaired.

With the birth of the baby spirit, they slowly recovered the memory that was sealed.

This is to confuse Xie Tao.

Although he is integrated with the heavens and the earth, he still has the limit of power. He sealed their memories with his will, but it is not unsolvable.

As long as they are repaired, they can break through the imprisonment set by him and slowly think of everything.

Seeing Hou Qing and Bai Hu, who had been obsessed with the original sang in the past, still thanked him for his misunderstanding, but he couldn’t say a word.

The two brothers finally did not fight, and their endless battles for thousands of years finally found their roots.

Hou Qing said: "He is because of giving us the name..."

The white tiger didn't want to hear the word, he squinted: "Take the name!"

Hou Qing Shen said: "Yeah."

It’s easy to erase the name, but they both did it. They let everyone forget the names of the saints and the ancestors, including the dragon, the suzaku and the nine tails themselves.

In the end, the White Tiger also eliminated Hou Qing’s memory of his own name. Hou Qing also eliminated the White Tiger’s memory of his own name.

They took the initiative to give up their names.

At the same time, the flower **** is resurrected.

When Hou Qing saw the little red rose in the flower garden, his eyes were red, but he laughed even more than he cried: "Would you like me to go home?"

Xie Tao turned to look at him, and he couldn’t help it: "Okay."

There is no substitute from beginning to end, and Hou Qing is only trying to get the flower **** back to him.

The author has something to say: Then he was smashed by the nine tails and was turned by Qinglong and was robbed by Suzaku.

White Tiger: You waste!