"Of course I'll miss you."

For Lin Zhenzhen, tender and affectionate words came naturally, let alone a light and casual "I can't bear to part with you".

However, Lin Zhenzhen's mind stirred slightly, and she thought for a moment: "Do you believe in reincarnation?"

Xuanyuan Zhao's calm black eyes were lowered. There were many tales of ghosts and gods, but he never believed in them.

In his view, when a person dies, everything is destroyed, and the so-called afterlife is nothing more than a comforting excuse used by the pitiful and weak.

But at this moment, looking at the girl beside him, his feelings completely changed. It turns out that when a person has a weakness, they really do become more cowardly.

"I have a strong feeling that we will meet again soon."

Xuanyuan Zhao knew that she was deceiving him again.

Lin Zhenzhen seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, and said softly, "I really didn't lie to you this time, I'm sure of it."

Xuanyuan Zhao looked into the distance: "If there truly is reincarnation, what should I do, and where should I look for you?"

Lin Zhenzhen closed her eyes, inhaling the sandalwood scent emanating from him, and whispered, "Don't worry, I'll come looking for you myself when the time comes. After all, you're my leading man..."

As she uttered these words, the words "After all, you are my male lead" appeared on the panel deep within her consciousness.

The system was so startled that it fell to the ground, because Lin Zhenzhen had never asked where the male protagonist's soul came from in this small world, and it thought she was no longer concerned about it.

Surprisingly, her lack of hesitation stemmed from the fact that she had already firmly decided on her own ideas. It must be said, this woman's insight is frighteningly sharp.

But what if the main system sees this audio/video...?

It scratched its head and hesitated for a long time, but finally pressed the delete key before the data was transferred.

"What is the male lead?" Xuan Yuanzhao was somewhat annoyed. For some reason, he couldn't understand many of the things Ling Zhen said. She was clearly right beside him, yet she seemed so far away.

"It means that when you are no longer Xuanyuan Zhao, I am no longer Lingzhen. We have changed our bodies, our identities, and our memories."

"No matter how things change, we will eventually fall in love."

These words seemed to be under a spell, constantly echoing in Xuanyuan Zhao's mind.

The sky gradually darkened, but the fireflies that Lin Zhenzhen had mentioned never appeared.

She closed her eyes and leaned most of her body against Xuan Yuanzhao.

[Host, one minute countdown]

Lin Zhenzhen's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyelids, complaining like a little girl, "Why aren't the fireflies coming out yet?"

"It should be soon."

Lin Zhenzhen yawned and said slowly, "Next time I see you, let's go see the fireflies."

Xuanyuan Zhao's hand suddenly tightened, and he kept repeating, "Lingzhen, wait a little longer, wait a little longer."

"Um……"

[Three, two, one, jump!]

In the valley not far away, a point of green light seemed to leap out from nowhere, like fluorescent paint dripping into an inky sea, slowly spreading out brilliant and shimmering green waves.

A slender firefly fluttered its wings and flew to Xuan Yuanzhao. It circled the two of them a few times before gently landing on Lin Zhenzhen's slightly curled fingertips.

"Lingzhen?"

There was no response.

"..."

The sudden sobbing sound overhead startled the firefly, which shook itself and flew towards the bright, flawless moonlight above.

In the 310th year of the Xuantian Era, Xuanyuan Zhao safely survived the tribulation of lightning and became the youngest Spirit Emperor in history.

On the night of the 340th year, a significant earthquake struck the Western Phoenix Kingdom. Locals recalled that the moon that night was exceptionally large and round. Some even claimed to have seen their pet spirit beasts weeping.

In the 342nd year, the peach blossom forest in the original Xingluo territory bloomed again, attracting countless tourists to come and admire it.

In the 352nd year, at the repeated invitation of the Spirit Alliance, Xuanyuan Zhao became the leader of the Spirit Alliance.

Some people are saying that the young leader of the Xuanyuan Alliance is obsessed with researching the art of immortality.

Some people say that the fact that such an outstanding man as the Alliance Leader Xuanyuan has remained unmarried for so long is probably due to some unspeakable hidden illness.

During Xuanyuan Zhao's more than forty years in office, the entire Xuantian Continent enjoyed favorable weather and abundant harvests, and there was not a single large-scale incident of monsters injuring people.

The day Xuanyuan Zhao passed away was a bright and sunny spring day, and the news spread throughout the streets and alleys. A child who was eating candied hawthorns suddenly burst into tears.

"Mom, Uncle Xuanyuan was so powerful, how could he have died?"

"I don't understand either, but no matter how capable someone is, they're still just a human being..."

Following Xuan Yuanzhao's last wishes, Wei Wu cremated him and then placed his ashes in the Xuan Yuan family's ancestral cemetery.

He smiled as he looked at the two tombstones standing side by side in front of him.

"Young Master, Young Master's Wife, now you can finally stay by each other's side."

[This small world has ended]

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The most famous bar street in City A.

At the hidden doorway, the security guard reached out and stopped the person in front of him. After seeing the person's face clearly, his fierce expression softened somewhat.

"Minors are not allowed to enter."

He pointed to the rusty iron plaque beside him, but his eyes involuntarily became unfocused.

Lin Zhenzhen took out her ID card from her bag, pointed to her birth date, and proved to him that she had been an adult for five years, oh, almost six years.

"Two months older than me?" The security guard touched his ear in disbelief. "But this is the VIP lane on the second floor. You can't go up without a card. Why don't you call your friend to come pick you up?"

Disappointment showed in Lin Zhenzhen's eyes.

She shook her head, not arguing, but simply stood obediently to the side, her quiet demeanor out of place.

In the alley next door, groups of drunkards gathered, crying and shouting, singing off-key old songs with heartbreaking intensity.

"Who are you looking for? I'll go ask for you." Even he himself was terrified when he said this; he was hardly qualified to inquire about the information of the guests on the second floor.

But seeing the girl standing there waiting in the middle of the night, he really couldn't bear it.

Lin Zhenzhen remained silent, only shaking her head.

She hugged her backpack tightly, sat on the stairs gazing into the distance, seemingly lost in thought.

They waited for four hours.

In the middle of the night, the target finally appeared.

Chen Xinji grumbled and cursed all the way back. Today was his first day back in China, and he had been surrounded by a group of people who forced him to drink two bottles of foreign liquor. Now his legs were trembling and he could barely stand.

"You bunch of bastards, watch me! I'll teach you a lesson someday, especially you, Yu Jiamu!"

The man being pointed at was wearing a black baseball uniform. He lazily shoved Chen Xinji and replied, "I'll wait."

He was escorted out the gate by the crowd, but suddenly stopped and looked at the girl staring straight at him under the streetlight.

He chuckled softly, "Little sister, who are you looking for?"