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

Because karma will pollute the souls of immortals, this has never happened in Liyue's history, and it has never been seen before.

If you don't see a flower bloom, that flower doesn't exist.

Because it never happened, they took it for granted, and naturally everything was fine. In fact, behind the time, there was someone who was carrying the entire calamity of Liyue and walked silently.

Not even Morax, 100 years ago, could have noticed it.

"Yes."

Fu She drank another bowl of hot wine, and the smell of wine rose, but his eyes gradually cleared up, "I was still very young at that time."

"You are old now."

Di Jun's golden eyes reflected Fu She's face, he looked very young, but his soul was exhausted, and the depths of his eyes were full of weariness.

Dijun still remembers how he was in his prime, loose and unrestrained, this guy likes to drink the most, and often came to bother him with wine gourds, 100 years, 200 years, 300 years... It has been like this for hundreds of years.

"Mola...cough, Lord Dijun, don't be busy with official business. Liyue will go on without you. People live forever, and the longest life is heartless"

'Let's go and drink. '

But he is old now, because he has heart and lungs, and a heart that is more sincere than anyone else, so he died the earliest.

"How many days do you have left?"

Dijun said in a deep voice.

"I don't know." Fu She said softly, "Maybe there is another year, maybe I will go crazy at any time."

"You need to stop."

Lord Dijun's golden eyes were ancient and majestic, he stared straight at Fu She, and said in an orderly tone: "You must stop."

"Morax."

Fu She looked at him seriously, with a helpless smile: "I am like this now, I can't stop anymore. The ending is already doomed. I am doomed to be crazy."

Floating House couldn't stop anymore, his soul had been eroded by karma long ago.

The snow slowly melted under the eaves, and a large puddle of snow water broke the leaves of pines and cypresses and fell down, making a pattering sound.

Only silence.

The flame burned quietly.

"You wish." After a while, Morax said slowly, "I can do something for you."

Fu She stared at the flame, paused, he turned his head, stared straight at the rock god, his lips moved:

——"I hope that you will be responsible for killing me."

In the snowy night, he expressed his request to the gods.

calm.

It's like talking about someone else's death.

"I will continue to purify my karma until I go crazy." Fu She said slowly, "When I lose control, I hope you can kill me."

"Why..." Dijun's voice was a little stiff, "Why me?"

Why him.

"Master Emperor."

This is the first time Fushe has used an honorific title.

"It's a very selfish request."

He lowered his head, "I'm selfish...I'm sorry...Someone must kill me, otherwise I will bring a disaster, someone must be the executioner, Yashas can't, Gan Yu can't It can’t be done, and neither can Master, it’s too cruel to them—”

"Maybe." Morax said calmly, "This is also true for me."

Fu She was stunned.

"I thought." Morax sat down, poured himself a glass of wine, and said softly, "We are already friends."

This is sweet-scented osmanthus wine, with petals of sweet-scented osmanthus floating in the clear body, filled with a faint aroma.

This is not fairy wine, but the sweet-scented osmanthus wine that Emperor Yan Wang brought with him.

Every time it was Fushe who came to find Dijun for a drink, but this time, it was Dijun who brought wine to him.

We are already friends.

"Is that so..." Fu She smiled. "That's it."

He sighed and said: "That's great."

That smile is mixed with the snowy night.

"...But I can only ask my friend you."

Fu She smiled miserably: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

He obviously died for others, but he said he was selfish, but he kept saying sorry.

In Dijun's impression, Fu She had never asked him for anything, no matter how big it was, he would carry it on his shoulders... This was the first time in 600 years that Fu She asked.

Beg yourself to kill him.

Gee.

The sweet-scented osmanthus wine was fragrant, Dijun looked at the wine, and after a long, long time, he nodded silently.

'If he loses control due to karma, the emperor will kill him'

This is one of the agreements.

"Please don't tell them the truth. Please don't tell them that karma exists."

Fu She said, "If they... know that I died because of them, maybe they will regret it all their lives... I can't do this."

This is also the reason why Fushe has been hiding it for more than a hundred years

"What are you going to do?" Dijun said.

"My current image is also very similar to a demon. The thing I think about every day when I wake up is killing people," he said with self-deprecation: "My soul has long been a demon.

It's crazy. "

"I can't die a hero."

Fu She lowered her eyes and said, "Because I will be killed by you - as far as Liyue is concerned, Emperor Yan can't kill a hero, and I can't expose my karma..."

"how do you want to do it?"

Dijun vaguely guessed something, and his tone became inexplicably strong.

"I will die a sinner."

Fu She raised her eyes, her purple eyes reflected Zhong Li's face: that surprised face.

"I will die a sinner."

The shape of a person's death defines his life.

And the leader of the yakshas among the immortals, the hero who participated in the war of demons and gods and the war of immortals and demons, the Generalissimo of Teng Snake who has watched Liyue for 600 years, chose to define his life in the form of a sinner.

"You don't want to be crowned, but you voluntarily take the shackles."

"..not allowed."

Dijun stared at him and repeated: "Only this matter, I will not promise."

"Morax."

Fu She changed back to the original title again, he smiled freely and naturally, and poured himself a bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus wine: "You just said... we are already friends, right?"

Dijun was startled.

"Then this is not [Marshal]'s request to [Emperor]." He said with a smile, holding up the bowl of rippling wine, "it's [Fu She]'s request to [Friend]."

"The death that Inazuma advocates is the aesthetics of mourning, a gorgeous and gorgeous death. They admire the form of death, so they also value the reputation behind them, so it is very popular there to intervene. This is the aesthetics of Inazuma. "

Nuo Yan looked very serious.

"But Liyue's death aesthetics is not like this. We have a saying that is very good: good and evil belong to me, reputation is up to others, the final judgment is made by the coffin, and there is nothing for the begging ears of the descendants."

His voice is not high, but it is powerful:

"Ashamed of the original heart, if it is slandered or praised, let the future generations talk about it - let him go!"

You don't want to be crowned, but you voluntarily take the shackles - that's what the emperor said just now.

Float's reply was:

"If you can die for the one you love, if you can die for a cause worthy of dedication, then in this life of Fu She: the shackles are also the crown."

"I want to choose this death - it's a friend's request."

This is the second agreement.

He held up the glass, the clear osmanthus wine reflected the New Year's night sky.

Brilliant fireworks hit the night sky.

half an hour.Emperor Yanwang sighed softly, he paused, and raised his wine bowl.

"You also have to agree to one thing."

he said.

"What's the matter?" Fu She asked curiously.

"This is sweet-scented osmanthus wine, but now it's just spring, and the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus is not very strong. The wine produced is not very mellow, so it can't be considered a good wine."

Dijun said seriously, "I hope that one day, I can drink osmanthus wine with you again."

Fu She paused, and he suddenly smiled, the laughter became louder and more free and easy, as if it was about to penetrate the sky, he pointed at Dijun's nose, "Haha, well, Dijun is also a drunkard, haha Haha, okay, the emperor has such a good mood, and Fu She will definitely accompany him!"

How dare you defeat his temper when you have a meeting with drinking friends?

"The contract is done."

Dijun said, holding a cup.

Fu She also held his cup, and continued: "The one who broke his promise—"

Fireworks bloom in the night sky, wine bowls collide with each other, and slices of sweet-scented osmanthus are swaying and fragrant.

They laughed together:

——"Should be punished by eating rocks!"

This is the third agreement.

-

The warm spring breeze is swaying the faint morning light, and it is another new year, with a pleasant breeze.

Manmintang's meat buns are delicious and cheap.

After finishing radio gymnastics with Qi Qi... Cough, after performing the magical skills of this sect, Nuo Yan wiped off his sweat, and then came to Wanmin Hall for breakfast.

Halfway through eating, I noticed that the counter was a little noisy.

"Mola is... quite strange."

The man was dressed as a literati, with crimson golden eyes and a crown of hair. He was well dressed and behaved quite elegantly. However, he seemed to have encountered some troubles.

Did you forget to bring money for dinner...

"Let me pay—of course, you must remember to pay it back."

Nuo Yan patted the man on the shoulder, since it wasn't his own money anyway, Ying would reimburse him.

In doing things in this life, we must be careless, follow our heart, and don't care about the consequences.

"Thank you, little friend."

The man turned around and asked seriously:

"At Xia Zhongli, I don't know what to call my little friend?"

"Nuo Yan."

The boy smiled, "Qing Nuoyan!"