Yuanshin, no one knows the harem better than me

For the shadow.

Kissing is nothing more than mouth-to-mouth touching, which feels good, but not as intimate as a hug.

Then, it became the jealous part of Yae Miko.

"Okay, hurry up, or the passage will be closed!"

She doesn't know how to forbear, or she doesn't want to forbear in front of Xia Tian at all.

Want to bring all the willfulness that cannot be shown in front of outsiders to Xia Tian.

Chapter 910 Accumulating 500 Years of Sadness

There is almost no risk in crossing overlapping spaces, just like walking through a long tunnel.

When the light is seen again, everyone's worried eyes meet.

Paimon revolved around Xia Tian to make sure there were no "parts" missing: "Why did you take so long to come here, I thought something happened to you halfway!"

"Master Gongsi and Lord General came all the way here and helped us so much, I must thank you."

Xia Tian said plainly, and glanced at Ying with a little guilt.

Ying probably understood, she blushed a little shyly, and looked away.

Don't you think too much?There's not much to be thankful for in just that little while.

"It's really negligent, I should thank those two!" Yan Fei hurriedly forgot, regretting that she didn't express her gratitude.

"It's okay, I have conveyed my feelings for you... It's just that the time is too short, and I will make up for it after I get out!"

As Xia Tian spoke, his eyes turned to the sky, and the surrounding environment completely changed, turning into a strange scene that only appeared in a dream.

"In other words...here...where is it?"

Spaces are overlapping, so they should be similar, and even if there are changes, there are at most slight differences.

But here, it is completely different from the pothole just now.

As if coming to the top of the rock, looking up is the dusk-colored sky.

There is no sun.

Instead, there is a "disc circle" that is more spectacular than the sun, hanging in the sky, so big that it seems to be close at hand and within reach.

Paimon had to raise his head to get a glimpse of the whole picture: "That huge disc in the distance...could it be the Taiwei instrument plate? It's bigger than a rice cooker!"

As a glutton, the metaphors she gives are always related to eating.

It is much bigger than a rice cooker!

Among the people present, no one had actually seen the appearance of the Taiwei instrument plate, but Yan Fei had seen the hand-drawn drawings from ancient books, and immediately confirmed: "Looking at the lines and scales on the surface of the plate, it should not be wrong... That is the Taiwei instrument plate!"

He also questioned: "But why is it so big? According to the records in the book, it should only be the size of a household sundial... How can I bring it back!"

A sundial for home use, which is the size that can be held in your arms with both hands.

"Don't talk about taking it back...you don't know how to take it off?"

Paimon tried his best to fly upwards, but he couldn't close the distance with Taiwei instrument panel at all.

Far, far, far beyond mere physical distance.

There must be something strange.

Regardless of the treasures hanging high in the sky, Xia Tian checks the surroundings first.

There is a strange door, not the kind of chaotic door to the secret realm, but pure as a mirror.

Standing in front of the "mirror", you can see that the space inside is exactly the same as the outside...but the time is different.

If it is dusk outside, it is noon inside.

Intuition keeps everyone going.

Exactly the same space, exactly the same door, crossing again and again.

I don't know how many monsters emerged from it.

These monsters are tangible and intangible, including those monsters that have been affected by the black plague, and there are also soldiers of the Qianyan Army who have fallen into madness. They fight aimlessly, regardless of whether they are enemies or friends.

"What the hell are these... monsters? Why did the Qianyan Army also..."

The scene in front of me is horrifying, as if I am caught in a life-and-death battle.

"We are in a space, maybe a battlefield 500 years ago... These monsters are the monsters that invaded Liyue back then. As for these Qianyan Army soldiers... they may have been corrupted by karma and fell into madness."

The incomplete battlefield is a certain memory from hundreds of years ago, all of which are full of hostility.

Constantly passing through the door, constantly destroying monsters, the Taiwei dashboard hanging in the sky seems to be getting closer and may fall at any time.

Arriving at the final space, the Taiwei instrument plate fell to the ground.

And a black shadow, like a guardian god, stood in front of him.

Shrouded in black mist, the specific appearance cannot be seen clearly, but only from the outline, one can feel that this is a body that is more burly than all the previous monsters.

"Dirty monsters, how many people died because of you!"

"I led you to the underground space because I discovered your weakness!"

"Come with me! Die here!"

"..."

Thinking of Xia Tian and others as monsters in their mouths, the black shadow roared and roared.

Even though he couldn't see his appearance clearly, even though his voice was hoarse and hard to distinguish, Mandrill still recognized him at a glance.

His trembling voice was somewhat pathetic: "...Fu She, brave as you...how could you die here!"

The facts that were conjectured and accepted hundreds of years ago... But now they are unwilling to believe it.

Is that black shadow Fu She?

Everyone didn't know, they only felt the hostility of the black shadow.

It seemed to be the resonance between the Yashas, ​​the black shadow smashed the thunder and lightning, and attacked the mandrill directly.

Everyone was about to step forward to help, but saw that Mandrill rolled up the storm barrier with the tip of his spear, isolating the battlefield.

He ordered: "Don't come here! This is my own battle...don't come near me."

It was because he was afraid that the battle with Fushe would cause too much karma and affect others.

He also wanted to personally solve the dead souls that could not rest in Fushe by himself.

Or maybe they hope to fight "big brother" for the last time at the end.

It was easy to break through Mandrill's wind wall, but everyone did not go against his wishes.

Quiet appreciation with respect, this swan song from the great Yaksha.

……

The battle lasted for a long time, so long that Mandrill was covered with bruises, and so long that he could no longer hold the spear.

After a long time, after he won the battle, he was no longer able to support his body.

He half-kneeled in front of the floating body that was gradually dissipating.

He knew that the real Fushe had already died, and what died at this moment was only the remnant soul recorded 500 years ago by the Taiwei instrument panel.

But there is sadness spanning 500 years, superimposed on this moment.

When everyone got closer, Mandrill was clearly still a teenager, but the application was filled with old age.

"elf……"

The voice of concern reached the bottom of Mandrill's heart.

He shook his head and stood up with the spear supporting his body: "I'm fine, don't worry about it."

Yasha is lonely and naturally strong.

"The opponent who was wrapped in black mist just now is the legendary Soaring Snake Grand Marshal Fu She?"

"Well, it's him."

"He just shouted about defending the front line... It seems that the legendary nameless Yasha is really him... Didn't you say that he will definitely report his name? Then why didn't he leave his name... What happened to him?"

"...I don't know, maybe it's because he also forgot who he is..."

"Because of karma?"

"Floating She fell into madness before disappearing, and no one can ensure that his memory is intact."

"Crazy, but still able to participate in the war that took place in the layered rock abyss?"

"Yakshas have never been a race that can survive in peaceful times. They are likely to be attracted by the atmosphere of fighting and fighting... We are proficient in killing, and perhaps we only know how to kill."

"..."

The conversation between everyone and Mandrill revealed sadness everywhere.

Float disappeared.

The huge disc also disappeared, turning into a door, and the other side of the door was the original pothole.

Sadness stopped the pace, but Mandrill was the first to walk out.

"It's time to move on."

"This battle was well fought... Goodbye, Fu She."

Mandrill took another look at the place where Fu She's remnant soul dissipated, and then walked into the final door without looking back.

Everyone followed closely behind.

Going back to the original pothole, it seems to be caught in an endless cycle again, but this time there is no panic.

Because, in the pothole, there is an unfamiliar camp.

There were no traces of people to be found, but there were quite a few letters, and a round disk, quietly sitting on the stone in the center of the camp.

It is Taiwei instrument panel.

Yan Fei hugged the Taiwei instrument plate in her arms, and waved her hand to everyone happily: "Finally found it! The Taiwei instrument plate is here!"

"Huh! I thought I was back to the space I couldn't get out of before!" Paimon patted his chest in fear, and saw the scattered letters on the stone table: "What are these? Who else left letters? "

I can guess.

This may be the last camp of the Qianyan army that sealed the monsters 500 years ago.

These letters were naturally left by the Qianyan Army.

An envelope was opened.

Most of them are greeting family members and saying some short stories about family affairs. The closer to the end of the text, the deeper the sadness and despair.

"Finally a complete victory, but... everyone can't go home..."

"No one wants to go home, but we who stay here are considered family members..."

"But... I really want to go home..."

This is a word that appears in many letters.

They have become heroes, but they can no longer see their families, so they can only usher in the end in this desperate situation.

An unknown fire rose in Xia Tian's heart.

Just like the anger at General Lei Dian's disregard of Dao's wife and people's livelihood, this anger also spread to Emperor Yan Wang.

Why doesn't he care?

I thought again, probably the same as Ying, I went to Kanria!

Taking advantage of people not paying attention, Ying came over and wrapped Xia Tian's clenched fists with warm and soft hands: "Xia Tian, ​​what's the matter."

The hard fist was wrapped by this tenderness, and immediately spread out.

Xia Tian smiled and shook his head: "Nothing..."

On the other end, Paimon found some important clues: "Here! Here is a long letter... To be precise, it should be a record?"