"Little Grass, I'm sorry, I broke my promise, but you can't blame me. I had no choice."
In the scene, Ning Hong sighed heavily and sat down on the round plate. Her expression was somewhat solemn, yet also somewhat carefree.
You can tell from the picture that he was very tired.
Sweat kept pouring down his forehead.
But he tried his best to force a smile.
"You must remember your brother's smile. From now on, you must learn from your brother and live well no matter what difficulties you encounter. Your brother will not be able to stay with you any longer."
"elder brother--"
Ning Xiaocao looked at the image, her eyes blurred with tears.
"As you can see, the Demon King is about to be born. If the Demon King is really born, this world will be doomed."
"I didn't really want to be a hero. I'd rather be with you than be a hero, but I just happened to be in this situation, so there's nothing I can do about it."
"Little Grass, live your life well from now on. The Illusionary Butterfly will always be with you. No matter what happens, never give up on yourself."
The image gradually disappeared.
Ning Xiaocao knelt on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.
The Phantom Butterfly gently landed on her nose, then on her forehead, as if kissing her and comforting her, just like when she was a child, crying because she missed her mother, and her brother would hold her and soothe her...
On this day, Ning Xiaocao cried almost all her tears.
Yan Wu stayed with her, living on Mount Molian for two whole years.
After that, he accompanied her to travel all over the famous mountains and rivers, and retraced the steps of the entire continent.
A full century.
Ning Xiaocao finally agreed to become his Daoist partner.
"Don't blame me for making you wait so long."
"I don't blame you. As long as you're willing to be with me, I'll be happy. I'm willing to wait for you, even if it's two hundred years, let alone a hundred."
Yan Wu was overjoyed and held Ning Xiaocao's hands tightly, afraid that she would regret it.
"Don't worry, I won't regret it." Ning Xiaocao shook her hand. "My brother said that feelings can't be forced, and you can't accept them easily just because you're moved. Otherwise, you'll regret it sooner or later. That's why I spent more time thinking about whether my feelings for you are gratitude or love."
"And what's the answer?"
What do you think?
Ning Xiaocao puffed out her cheeks, and Yan Wu gave her a light kiss.
"Of course I like it."
He picked up Ning Xiaocao, stepped onto his flying sword, and flew towards Hengshan Sect.
"What are they trying to do?"
"When I return to Hengshan Sect, I will hold a grand ceremony to let everyone know that you are mine."
"Isn't your reaction a bit too exaggerated?"
Not at all—
Upon receiving the message from Hengshan Sect and seeing the familiar name in the message, Long Lin's feelings were extremely complicated.
Xiaocao and Yanwu are going to become Daoist partners.
She's finally going to marry someone else.
He actually went to Mount Molian that day as well.
He just kept protecting Mo Lan.
He was deeply moved when he saw the grass.
He really didn't know what the little grass had gone through to become a fallen demon.
Most importantly, Hong Zege also died in that battle.
Seeing her crying so hard, he really wanted to go over, hug her, and stay with her, wanting to tell her that he would be there for her from now on.
But—he wasn't qualified.
Long Lin gave a self-deprecating laugh.
That very night, he suddenly had a dream.
In his dream, Hong Zege stopped him when he wanted to leave.
And she forced him to marry Xiaocao.
He was overjoyed. He wanted to tell the person in his dream who had a bitter expression on his face to cherish the grass.
But no matter how he spoke, the Long Lin in his dream couldn't hear him. He was only thinking about Mo Lan; Mo Lan was the only one in his heart.
He watched helplessly as he ignored the little grass, his eyes filled with sorrow when he looked at it.
He didn't know what was wrong.
In the dream, neither Hongze nor Xiaocao possessed high talent for cultivation, nor did they embark on the path of cultivation.
He watched as he struck the grass, and watched as the grass disappeared without a backward glance.
Watching the vitality of the grass gradually slip away.
His heart was breaking.
But he was powerless to do anything about it.
He couldn't stop it from happening.
We could only watch helplessly as the grass died.
That battle, which resulted in countless deaths and injuries, did not occur in his dream.
Molian Mountain is doing well too.
He looked at himself in his dream, his cultivation level was getting higher and higher, and the gap between him and Mo Lan was getting wider and wider.
He didn't understand what was wrong with Mo Lan.
Mo Lan always looked at him with a particularly strange expression.
In the dream, Long Lin was unaware of Mo Lan's thoughts, but he seemed to vaguely sense them.
Mo Lan was jealous of him.
Mo Lan's talent is among the best in the world, but compared to him, he is far inferior.
Behind that dream, Mo Lan kept arguing with him.
They argue about everything, big or small.
Feeling somewhat impatient, he returned alone to the village where he had lived as a child.
It seemed that the longer time went on, the more he missed Xiaocao and Hongzege.
But I didn't see it.
The villagers told him that Xiaocao and Hongze had left many years ago.
"Oh, Long Lin, why did you abandon Xiao Cao back then?" a man who had been closer to Ning Hongze asked. This man was old now, and looking at Long Lin's still elegant appearance, a hint of envy flashed in his eyes.
However, there was no jealousy whatsoever.
He lived a happy life, and even in his old age, he would be a happy old man; there was nothing to be envious of. Looking at Long Lin's appearance, it was clear that he wasn't doing very well.
"I abandoned her? I—"
He—did he really abandon Little Grass? Is that why Little Grass left? Because everyone would laugh at her?
When he left, he only had Mo Lan in his heart. Only now does he realize how much harm his departure has caused to Xiao Cao.
Long Lin was momentarily dazed.
So where did they go?
In his search for Ning Hongze and Ning Xiaocao, Long Lin traveled to every place, but to no avail.
Finally, when he returned to Hanxu Sect in a daze, he found Xiaocao's tombstone at the foot of Hanxu Sect Mountain.
Judging from the age of this tombstone, it's over twenty years old.
The dragon was immediately struck as if by a heavy blow.
I was completely stunned.
The grass died?
How did she die?
And he's been dead for so many years.
He died silently without his knowledge.
Long Lin suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, so intense that he curled up in agony. He stared coldly at himself in his dream, his eyes unknowingly reddening from crying.
Perhaps he regrets it.
Or perhaps, it's just a feeling of sadness.
He didn't understand. The only thing he knew was that the little grass in his dream loved him her whole life, but he had ruined that love. That feeling, once lost, could never be regained...
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