"I guarantee we must have forgotten something." Weasel.

"But it doesn't matter, you are Gu Xingmiao."

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Memories are becoming increasingly blurred, and emotions seem to be fading rapidly, and the two are complementary to each other.

Gu Xingmiao thought that his memory of many things had become fuzzy, but he didn't expect that Xiao Huang was even more affected.

It even forgot that it had traveled through time.

I only remember that the goal is to chase the distance, but I forget that I came from afar.

if--

She meant that the farther they walked and the longer time passed, the more they would forget.

Does this mean that it's better to stay where we are? At least things won't get any worse.

Gu Xingmiao still remembers that he traveled through time.

But I can't remember which day I traveled through time.

Gu Xingmiao knew that he had come to the future, but he could not distinguish the concepts of future and past.

Gu Xingmiao was clearly standing in the dungeon, chasing the East with these gods and ancestors, but on the way to the East, he was losing himself——

Why?

Why?

Why why why why...

The world seemed to be painted as a screen full of question marks.

If chasing the East means losing yourself, then why are there so many people who continue to do so?

"I don't understand..." Gu Xingmiao muttered four words, and a strange light seemed to flow in his eyes.

"I do not understand."

She repeated these four words, her voice becoming a little louder than before.

Perhaps it's because history is so long and profound, and the people who appear in history are just as small as a sesame seed in the torrent of history. Even for those gods, there are hundreds and thousands of them recorded in Chinese writings...

The virtual, the intangible, the visible and the invisible——

It seems that they are all on this road.

"I don't understand why I traveled through time."

"I don't understand why luck and suffering would choose me at the same time."

As Gu Xingmiao spoke, it seemed that the teams in front of her slowed down their pace, and as she continued to speak, the pace slowed down even more.

"Destiny is not the end—"

"Although I have always known that death is inevitable, when I realized that life really only comes once——"

"I won't give up."

She spoke each word clearly, her eyes fixed on the huge team in front of her.

What Gu Xingmiao said was, I am unwilling to accept this.

In fact, it is millions of human beings who are unwilling to accept this!

Unwilling to retreat!

Don't accept failure!

I won’t forget!

The little boat that is gradually moving away, carrying the chapters of history and the masterpieces of human history and civilization, is being pushed farther and farther away by the torrent and is becoming increasingly unclear.

But I still vaguely remember how dazzling it was when it set sail.

Although humans are selfish and suspicious by nature, they still yearn for love.

The so-called love does not necessarily refer to romantic love.

Emotions should be remembered.

As Gu Xingmiao said this, his voice seemed to burst into the sky like a burst of light, and the white void was slowly flickering.

Everything around them was collapsing quietly, and only the road they were walking on seemed to be flat and quiet.

The team in front seemed to have stopped completely.

It was at this time that Gu Xingmiao realized that he was not at the end of the team at all, and the figures around him appeared one by one -

It turns out that they are always by our side in places we can't see.

Some of them are human, and some are not.

What they had in common was that they all seemed to give her a faint smile, looking at her quietly across time and space.

Gu Xingmiao had not experienced many copies on ancient Earth, nor had she seen many ancient figures in the copies. In comparison, she seemed to have seen more of those beings from mythological stories that could overturn mountains and seas and change the world.

However, when these people appeared in front of her...

It seemed as if there was no need to say anything, and one could recognize who they were.

They are the characters that appear in elementary, middle, high school, and even university textbooks; they are the names that appear in documents when browsing in the library; they are the gods mentioned in some folk activities; and many more...

There was no compassion on their faces, nor any regret or resentment on their faces as they stood there. They just looked at her without any emotion.

It seems that she is also in the team, but there is a clear boundary between them.

Gu Xingmiao couldn't get any closer to them.

She took a few steps forward eagerly, but those clearly motionless figures were getting farther and farther away from her, and she seemed to hear a subconscious voice from the silent voice:

--go home.

"Let's go back." Houyi sighed as he looked at the figure that had been following them.

"Don't forget." She replied when she met those familiar purple eyes and those gentle motherly gazes again.

"Leave here." She was the only female emperor in Chinese history, Wu Zetian from the Tang Dynasty. She was dressed in a gorgeous dress with dragon claws, and her aura was extremely majestic, but her tone was also gentle.

"Hey, I wasn't mistaken. There really is someone following you." The Great Sage raised his eyebrows with a playful smile, scratched his head and face, "You have the scent of my golden cudgel on you. Let's go. This is not the place for you..."

…

Gu Xingmiao opened his mouth, but his throat seemed to be blocked and he couldn't make any sound.

She tried her best to ask the questions in her heart, but her throat could only utter a few words at best.

Why?

Why? !

Why are you walking so fast? Why are your steps so firm? Where are you going? What are you going to do?

I clearly wanted to ask this, but I already had an extremely terrifying answer in my mind.

This emotion of fear had never appeared so uncontrollably in Gu Xingmiao. Her body was twitching and shaking uncontrollably, and she couldn't even hold the Sun-Shooting Bow with her fingers.

And they seemed to be pushing Gu Xingmiao further and further away——

These people, whose names I had learned in Chinese history classes, were so vivid in my memory. These were the demons and gods that had perhaps appeared in some unofficial histories or fables passed down orally among the people...

When Gu Xingmiao couldn't tell which of the people in front of her was her ancestor, her tears really began to fall like pearls from a broken string.

Those cold words covering the book surrounded her like a shining holy light, as if everyone raised their hands to touch her head.

At this point, the distance no longer matters.

But it is what the heart desires.