The surroundings were pitch black and without light, like being in a deep hole in the ground. But Wu Rong could clearly see the person in front of him. Fu Qingnan was dressed in Taoist robes, his hair was neatly crowned, his face was like a crown of jade, his eyebrows and eyes were like cold stars, and when he kissed, the hand holding the sword was behind Wu Rong's back, leaving a little space for the mahogany sword It won't be put on Wu Rong.

Mingming said 'teach you how to kiss', but in fact the slightly jerky movements have already betrayed him. The lips of the two were simply pressed together, conveying the warmth and breath of each other, restrained and green as a young boy who kissed for the first time.

After they parted, Fu Qingnan's expression was calm and calm, as if he had a lot of experience, but Wu Rong could clearly see the reddish earside that no one could see clearly in the dark. This reminded him of Fu Qing. Fu Qing and Fu Qingnan were originally the same person. Wu Rong looked at the person in front of him, wanted to speak but found that he couldn't speak. He is now just a bystander of this memory, unable to intervene in it, and can only watch quietly.

"It's just skin-to-skin contact, meaningless."

He heard 'myself' say indifferently, there was no emotion in the voice, like a lifeless mechanical program. Wu Rong wanted to see what 'myself' looked like, but found that his perspective could not be moved, it was fixed on the 'Wu Rong' in his memory, and he could only see what he was looking at.

"Among humans, only those who love each other do that."

Fu Qingnan was not shocked by what he said just now, the distance between the two was still very close, and their breathing could be heard. He looked deeply into Wu Rong's eyes, as if he wanted to find something. But obviously, he found nothing.

"I don't love you."

Wu Rong said calmly, his voice was not loud, but it made people unable to refute at all, as if what he said was the truth of the world. Fu Qingnan didn't refute, just smiled, took the initiative to take a step back, and took Wu Rong's hand.

"Go, I can't leave for too long."

The conversation between the two revealed some information, which Wu Rong kept in mind. He was picked up by Fu Qingnan, and the two walked out. Wu Rong vaguely felt that his connection with the 'Wu Rong' in this memory was gradually becoming closer, which was subtly different from the initial feeling of being completely on the sidelines. Recently, there were waves in the depths of his soul, as if something that had been sealed for a long time began to wake up.

Is this what Tong Fuyuan said about retrieving memory?

Wu Rong's expression became cold and stern. He was indeed curious about the past, but it was his own business to recover his memory, and it should never be under the circumstances that Tong Fuyuan was always plotting against him.

As his mood fluctuated, the surrounding scene became unstable and fluctuated, but he was suppressed by some force and forcibly stabilized, and the forces of the two sides confronted each other. The memory picture also fluctuates and sometimes stabilizes. Just when Wu Rong frowned and wanted to push harder, Fu Qingnan who was walking out holding his hand suddenly said:

"You don't love me, I know that."

Hearing what he said, instinctively, Wu Rong felt guilty. At this moment of emotional upheaval, the opponent's strength was at every turn, and the memory picture became clear again in an instant. Before Wu Rong could get distracted, Fu Qingnan turned sideways, his clear black eyes fixed on him.

"Would you let other people kiss you?"

"Won't."

Wu Rong replied reflexively, only to realize that he said the same thing in his memory. His expression seemed to change for a moment, but he finally calmed down: "You shouldn't do this kind of thing, it doesn't make any sense."

But Wu Rong didn't have time to pay attention to these anymore. When he and the "Wu Rong" in his memory uttered the word "can't" at the same time, he seemed to hear a "click" in the dark, and some kind of restraint was broken. There was a gap in the soul, like a volcanic eruption in the depths of the soul, turning up a turbulent wave. This sudden eruption was too powerful, crushing subversive terror, and almost completely engulfed and destroyed Wu Rong's consciousness.

Numerous scenes flashed before his eyes. In the torrent of thousands of years of memory, Wu Rong is like a flat boat sailing on the sea in a storm, which may capsize at any time.

He saw primitive humans shivering in the cold cave in the wind and rain, and dying children crying weakly. He raised his hand, and the lightning struck and ignited the dead branches. Flames crackle and ignite, bringing light and heat to mankind. He put his hands down and caressed the child, the other's breath became steady, his cheeks became rosy again, his eyes were dark and lively, and he giggled straight at him.

He also saw the howling wind in the boundless wilderness, the ghost masks were running and flying in the wind in groups, and new life was born in the bud-like stone plants. On the ninety-nine-story black stone mountain where the magma flowed, countless monsters with hideous faces knelt down and surrendered. He was at the highest point, and received a silver flower humbly offered by a snow-white monster. The flower fell into his hand, turned into a soul as bright as silver sand, and got into his scepter.

'Master, great master, please give me a name! '

The world is changing, times are changing, old species are destroyed, and new species are born.

The era of human beings has come to an end, and the era of ghosts is coming. This is the rule of the world, no one can violate it, no one can change it. Destiny is like a surging river, you can only move forward, you cannot retreat.

The majestic and majestic voice resounded in the depths of Wu Rong's soul, shaking the short "human" memory almost shattered, completely powerless to resist.

The era of human beings has come to an end, and it is time for the era of celestial ghosts. Human beings perish and heavenly ghosts rise, and no one can violate them. This is the rule and the bottom line, and there is no retreat.

At some point, Wu Rong began to murmur and repeat the words deep in his soul, his expression became indifferent and cold, and all emotions such as joy, anger, sorrow, joy, etc. were lost like sand through a filter. The soul ached slightly, the contract that shouldn't exist couldn't resist this terrifying and astonishing power, it crumbled and let out a wail, the left arm of the parasitic ghost was hot, stubbornly refused to leave, but it was still peeled off bit by bit.

Wu Rong watched all this indifferently, and did not try to stop it. Somehow, he knew that this was the right track, the track that destiny should really develop. He shouldn't have stopped, and he has no reason to stop.

He clearly knows.

But the weaker contract in the soul and the gradually cold left arm made Wu Rong's heart ache. Fu Qing's face, Nan's face, Fu Qingnan's face, and those similar faces from earlier times. The reincarnation of the soul, the subconscious attention, and the accumulated inexplicable emotions, which originated from human emotions, finally made Wu Rong shake.

The memory images flashing past in front of his eyes began to become blurred, like a flow of color light without any meaning, but a blood-red figure in it became clearer and clearer.

He was dressed in a **** suit, his body was covered with wounds, his crown was broken, and his black hair was scattered. Wretched and seriously injured to the point of dying, but still straight back, calm expression, eyes shining like cold stars, awe-inspiring, blood-stained lips opened and closed:

"Would you like to make a bet with me?"

"Hahahaha, the luck of the human race will be extinct today, and our race will rise!"

In the background, one could vaguely hear an excited voice that was similar to Tong Fuyuan's, but sharper and harsher, but only Fu Qingnan's figure was in front of Wu Rong's eyes. He knew he shouldn't speak, but he couldn't keep silent while the other party was watching.

"What are you betting on?"

He knew that when he spoke, he had already lost.

The bottom line, which should not have been shaken, finally started to retreat when facing him.

Wu Rong could no longer see the next memory picture clearly. The pain in the depths of his soul was the aftereffect of suppressing the original turbulent memory. The perception was slowly recovering, and it was almost crushed and scattered. Wu Rong, a human being in this life His emotions and memories gradually returned. The vibration of the soul decreases during breathing, and the body gradually returns to normal. At the same time, what gradually recovers is the perception of the outside world.

"Give up. It is his last mercy that human beings can live on for another sixty years!"

Tong Fuyuan's voice sounded, with the confidence that the overall situation has been determined, and the tone revealed strong and vicious sarcasm and hatred.

"Fu Qingnan, I admit that you are very strong, but you are just a human being, an outcast of the rules. I am willing to die if I offend him, but in exchange for this, my fate will return to the right track. And you, Fu Qingnan, don't you Do you really think he will still love you when he wakes up?"

"wishful thinking!"

In the voice of Tong Fuyuan, Wu Rong opened his eyes, and his blurred vision was blood red. With the blood-stained Taoist robe and loose black hair, Wu Rong instantly thought of Fu Qingnan who was covered in bruises at the end of the memory screen.

"You're awake!"

Tong Fuyuan's surprise sounded, filled with extraordinary fanaticism and humility: "I offended you, I deserve death, I only wish..."

But Wu Rong didn't pay any attention to him. Before his consciousness completely returned, he had already embraced the blood-red figure in front of him. The body of the person in the embrace is cold, so light that it almost weighs nothing, not like a human, but more like a ghost.

Yes, Nan in his arms is indeed just a remnant soul.

Wu Rong, who refused to restore all her memories, didn't know what bet it was that caused Fu Qingnan's soul to split, most of which were reincarnated in reincarnation, and the remaining half wandered around the world. If the ghost boy hadn't thrown him off the cliff and into the abyss, and if there hadn't been the purple talisman paper crane Fu Qing had given him, the remnant souls in the canyon would have dissipated in the hopeless waiting like in the previous life.

Hugging Nan's waist, Wu Rong's mood was extraordinarily calm at this moment.

This time, he finally hugged him.

"Why, why is this happening!"

Tong Fuyuan couldn't believe that his voice was shrill, like a cuckoo weeping blood, as if he had suffered a fatal blow, and everyone became in a daze.

"Kill Fu Qingnan, quickly, kill him. With so many opportunities, why didn't you kill him!"

He wasn't yelling at Wu Rong, but under Tong Fuyuan's fierce and crazy gaze, the scepter remained motionless, as quiet as a chicken.

'Well, I am only a scepter, and I have a master's scepter. '

When Wu Rong heard the scepter muttering in a low voice, she was quite helpless and complained.

‘Why do people always ask for a scepter so strictly, I am just a scepter. '

I don't know if Tong Fuyuan heard the voice of the scepter, but he stopped talking anyway.