Yuanshen, as a mortal, I cannot accompany you to the end

500 years later, she will leave the same way.

The last fire butterfly died, the last bit of magic power was exhausted, and she couldn't hold on any longer.

The wind crushes all barriers.

The wind was blocked.

The lady was startled.

Something is flickering.

Provides vitality warmly.

so warm.

That long-lost and familiar warmth.

So warm...wanting to cry.

in her arms.

Qingye Fengyin's heart is light and fluttering, with a rose-like color flowing, and it beats slowly.

More like a jewel than a heart.

There is no more beautiful gemstone in the world, it is pure and clear.

The heart has no consciousness, no memory, and no good or evil, so there is no so-called concept of the road.The heart is the purest, and the heart only represents the simplest, most sincere and purest emotions.

But now, Qingye Fengyin's heart, Rustan's heart, that boy's heart, are guarding her.

Even if he was killed by her.

In the lady, in Rosalind, in that girl, accompanied her in the loneliest time.

"If you have any troubles, you can talk to me. It is the duty of a knight to share your worries with a lady."

"The promise of a knight is sacrosanct"

The lady stared blankly at that beautiful heart, that clear heart. When she saw this heart, her emotions and thoughts seemed to be stagnant.

"...is it you"

He keeps his word.

That fool kept his promise to the end.

He did what she failed to do.

Wendy stopped playing, and the windstorm stopped.

All flames were also extinguished.

The Fengmolong stopped neighing, and the world became peaceful.

Thousands of winds faded quickly, and the haze-like clouds also dissipated. Large swaths of light fell down on the scorched land, and the sea water shimmered, scattering the clear blue sky.

The world is quiet.

Only that heart, beating gently, exudes a warm glow.

Rosalin touched the heart lightly, she paused, and said softly: "No, don't."

My heart seems to have collapsed.

Everything is falling apart.

Her tears had obviously dried up.

Why... still shed tears.

"I'm sorry..." The lady stared at the heart, she seemed to be unsteady, shaking, she lowered her head.

"sorry."

Tears.

"I'm sorry." She said in a trembling voice, with crystal tears dripping on that heart, "I'm sorry..."

-

A little late.

I feel like I've been tricked...I coughed for a day, my whole body hurts, and I'm in a state of code words..

apologies in advance...

It's over, I'm really a little foreigner now.

Wow, all in all, happy new year everyone!

Volume 63: Chapter [-] "Qingye Fengyin is Dead"

Rice wife.

Guobeng has not returned for hundreds of years.

The new year is approaching, and spring is also approaching.

The crimson early cherry blossoms formed clusters, one cluster after another, forming a red cloud like sunset glow. In the cloud of flowers, the branches of cherry blossoms and Japanese-style houses loomed. Before dawn, the sunset glow fell. Came out early.

The dragon fish flag flutters with the wind, and the aroma of plum wine floats in the air, mixed with the aroma of rice fields.

Konata Village.

This small fishing village is called Konta Village.

Hundreds of years have passed, but the cherry blossoms have never changed.

annoying.

Guobeng frowned slightly.

He didn't want to set foot on this land again.

However, the drastic change in the rice wife policy has aroused the strong interest of the fools, or the Queen of Winter.

Mingshen could not retreat, the lock-up order was fully enforced, the passing of the great general of Zhu Kingdom, the change of Dao's wife's situation, and the imminent movement of the major orders all made the executives of Zhidong Kingdom have other ideas about this land.

Evil eye.

It is a twisted creation, at the cost of sacrificing life, to gain powerful power.The evil eye is not stable, and there are many shortcomings in the evil eye, so it needs experiments and more data support.

The evil eye factory, or the evil eye laboratory.

Fools want to stir up conflicts within Daozuma—trigger a war, and build an evil eye factory in Daozuma, and distribute the evil eye as a weapon to both sides of the war. They want to turn this closed land into a petri dish.

Even, they want to capture Narugami's heart.

Guobeng doesn't have a good impression of Dao's wife, nor does he have any feelings for Mingshen, so if he wants to win God's heart, he should take it.

Just right.

The boy just needs a heart of God.

He hung down the edge of the city girl's hat, covering the delicate face of the doll, as well as the shadowy and cold eyes.

In order to win Narugami's heart, Guobeng took the initiative to undertake this task and became a diplomat sent to Inazuma Castle.

At the same time, he has other purposes for taking over this task.

Evil Eye Factory.

He will not build it.

He wasn't going to follow the plans of Winterest.

Guobeng is well versed in the heart and cold will of foolish executives. If other executives come, human experimentation is imperative, and Daoqi will surely fall into a more chaotic situation.

Guobeng did this not because of how much he loves his wife, how much he loves human beings, how kind and how righteous he is—on the contrary, he is also well aware of his own nature, and there is [evil] in him, from the beginning of his birth up, he is a disaster.

How can an unintentional puppet love humans?

He just didn't want to disappoint the old man.

That's all.

The gentle breeze from the town and Xun gently blew on the lady's hat, Guo Beng stretched out his hand, and the hazy and clear sunlight warmly spread on the back of his hand.

The town is very lively, decorated with colorful lights, big lanterns are hung in the whole alley, young men are walking on the street carrying heavy New Year's goods, laughter is heard everywhere, old people and children are laughing loudly - this is preparing for the New Year.

In the winter of previous years, it was actually very difficult to see so many young faces, because there was a war and the filth of new life had to be cleaned up.All the men were confiscated, and only women, children and the elderly stayed in the village for the New Year.

But this year is different, the filth has been swept away, the men don't have to leave their homes, and they don't have to die. They can stay in the village and have a happy New Year with their wives, children, and parents.

For ordinary people, this is their happiness.

So they laugh out loud.

Peace and tranquility enveloped this small village.

Guobeng watched all this calmly, walking alone on the busy street like an outsider.

Guobeng didn't intend to destroy this peace, because it was what he bought with the rest of his life, and Guobeng didn't want to tarnish the rest of his life.

Following his memory, he strolled along the alley, paused, raised his head, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

【Qingye Tofu】

This is a small shop with only five stacks in size. There is an old wooden plaque, and two red lanterns hang in front of the door. The dim light illuminates the slightly old words on the plaque: Qingye Tofu.

In fact, before Guobeng was born, the store had closed down.

He had eaten the tofu made by Qingye Leiming, but it was a pity that the puppet couldn't taste it—or in other words, the puppet didn't know what the taste was.

To Guobeng's surprise, the store seemed to be opening.

Because the lanterns were newly lit, the plaque was also polished.

"The door is not open yet."

"Master Ben Gongsi is exhausted."

A soft female voice came from beside her.

Miss Fox shook her ears, her beautiful narrow eyes reflected the shadow of the doll.

Her side face is gorgeous and moving, but it faintly gives people the illusion of coldness - bright and sad, she is wearing a white priestess costume, as white as a plum, her plain white sleeves are hanging down to the ground, her legs are exposed, There are a pair of clogs on the feet.

Yae Shenzi.

The palace secretary of Narujin Taisha Shrine.

Guobeng thought to himself, he frowned.

"Mr. Guobeng." Son of God said. "I know you, Executor of Fools."

She knows her real name... very few people know her by that name.

"You opened this store?" Guobeng asked.

"Yes. It's been a long time." Speaking of this, Miss Fox smiled proudly, bending her eyes, showing a proud look, "Master Ben Gongsi is very skilled!"

"I've been here all the time," she said softly. "The store will remain open."

What does the palace secretary of Narujin Taisha want to do?

"I want to ask you about someone."

While saying this, Miko pushed open the wooden door of the tofu shop. She bent down slightly, dragged the wooden stool, and stepped on the tatami mat with her bare feet, "About Kiyono Kaze."

Miss Fox stared into Guobeng's eyes and said seriously.

"I want to know about Qingye Fengyin."

These days, Shenzi often dreams about the past, about that snowy night.

The boundless and heavy snow covered the world, and there was nothing under the pure white sky, leaving only heavy clouds rolling in the sky. She walked alone in the desolate wilderness, searching desperately, and the snow field was stained red with blood. , one after another monster corpses fell on the road...

She often wakes up in a dream.

Her heart was trembling slightly, Miss Fox curled up into a ball, hugged her fluffy tail, buried her head under it, and tried her best to forget that night.

But the more you want to forget, the easier it is to remember, think of the vast snow, think of the heavy clouds, think of those monster corpses that were cut open...