Having already done it, Chang Le quickly adjusted her emotions.
Mingxi and Moyue's figures merged into one again, but this time, the person presented to Chang Le was no longer just like Mingxi, but a more indifferent and pure person.
This is the true protagonist of the real world, the one who descended upon this land, met Daisy Girl, and ultimately fell—the forbidden species, [Yin Child].
"Come here." Yin Tong reached out and lightly touched Chang Le's brow with his fingertips.
She involuntarily closed her eyes, and the jumbled memories in her mind pulled out all the fragments about that person, like flipping through a book quickly from beginning to end.
The memory was presented so clearly before his eyes that Chang Le felt somewhat dazed, as if he were floating on clouds or intoxicated in a plum grove.
"My sweet baby."
That familiar voice, traversing the endless wilderness, overpowering all the clamor of the wind, reached my heart, and my heart pounded.
She opened her eyes.
The stark white dragon bones had grown flesh and blood, shimmering with golden light like a golden wheel, arrogantly set against the pure black, smooth scales, exuding an awe-inspiring majesty. Those golden eyes, so sharp as gilded gold, were so tender when they met her gaze.
"My sweet baby."
The specks of golden light transformed into a galaxy of stars scattering into the abyss, and a familiar figure, traversing the winds and rains of time, walked towards her.
He wore a black robe embroidered with gold dragon patterns, and his long hair stretched from pure black to brilliant gold. His familiar face remained unchanged for centuries. His temperament was like the morning sun, and his inner qualities were like the crescent moon.
Gentle yet dignified, beautiful yet majestic.
A sense of solemnity and quietude, mountains and rivers reflected in his brows.
Dragon Emperor, Fu Guang.
He stood there, right there!
It wasn't a memory, it wasn't a phantom, it wasn't a delusion she was having insane!
He was standing there, alive and well!
Fu Guang was initially a little confused, but when he saw the person in front of him, even though he had never seen Chang Le at this age before, he recognized him at a glance and reached out his hand without hesitation: "Sweetie, come here."
Chang Le moved her feet.
...
I have fantasized about this countless times, day and night.
If we meet again, will I be so excited that I stumble and fall?
It seems like it wasn't easy for me to get back to you.
But,
No,
There was nothing there.
I'm tens of thousands of times more determined than I ever imagined to run towards you!
...
Like the saying goes, if I want to see you, I'll run.
She was like a brilliant gust of wind, rushing forward and crashing into that gentle cloud.
Two people embraced tightly in a desolate and pale world.
Across time and space, life and death,
Pale staining, barren growth.
...
Fu Guang held the person in his arms, even more bewildered than Chang Le, but with even tighter grip and more turbulent emotions.
Only when the warmth of the person in his arms soaked him, his chest completely wet, did Fu Guang suddenly come to his senses. He gently stroked the girl's thin back and lowered his head, saying, "I'm here, my sweetheart."
The hands around her waist tightened their grip.
Fu Guang was stunned for a moment, and the slight joy in his heart was suddenly dispelled by the stinging pain.
He lightened his grip, rested his chin on the girl's head, and ran his slender white fingers through her hair, gently and tenderly caressing it, sparing no force.
A single tear dampened the top of her hair.
Fu Guang didn't ask anything, but he knew that his precious baby must have suffered a lot while he couldn't see him.
All he could do was not waste a single moment and hold her in his arms.
Bitterness lingered in the hearts of the two, but it couldn't outweigh the joy of their reunion.
"Fu Guang." The girl's voice was choked with sobs.
"I am here."
"elder brother."
"My darling, my darling, my darling..."
...
The abyss knows neither day nor night.
At some point, the golden light began to dim, and in its place, thick, inky clouds of smoke swelled up.
The pitch-black ink blots seeped from every crevice of the skin, like leaking blood, completely enveloping the object in the center. Only through the thinner parts of the ink blots could one glimpse a few patches of pale white and hear a few sobs.
Thunder roared suddenly, drowning out all other sounds, and ice flowers spread like ripples, engulfing the entire deep valley.
Just as you're about to catch a glimpse of the whole thing, you're enveloped again by layers of grotesque vines and tentacles.
The entire abyss and valley was filled with bursting energy.
The deep valley echoes with a mournful, sobbing sound, like a wail.
...
The Dragon Faction and the Dragon Clan deployed their troops in the northern wilderness. Wolf Lord Lu Jin'an personally led the way, starting from Yulou Pass, passing through the Thirteen Forests, the River Valley, and the wilderness, all the way to the North Sea Bay.
Tens of thousands of Dragon Soul Army and Wolf Army soldiers used their manpower to create a long road stretching for thousands of miles, while the dragons of North Sea Bay also lay in wait.
The long wind travels thousands of miles to reach the frozen North Bay.
At the end of the long road, a figure emerged from the rising steam.
White hair and golden eyes, ethereal and graceful.
Fu Jiu, leader of the Dragon Faction.
Fu Jiu walked in front, holding a sealed metal box in his hands. Behind him were Xue Wuwang and Chen Wusui, and further back were hundreds of Dragon Soul soldiers lined up in neat rows, each holding a sealed box.
That day, along the long road, we welcomed the loyal souls back to their hometown.
...
Chang Le sat at the table, turning his head to gaze calmly at the sky.
Wang Yao came over to report: "Domain Lord, Wan Buxun sent a message that as of 10 minutes ago, the Dragon Soul Army had advanced the northern boundary of the Old Ruins to the north, about three miles north of the river. The Dragon Soul Army did not continue to advance further because of the dispute between the territories belonging to Beisha and Zhongtu. The issue of the boundary definition has been negotiated between the personnel sent by the region and the representatives of Beisha."
“Hmm.” Chang Le turned back. “The final decision rests with the regional government, but the right to garrison troops must remain in the Ninth District.”
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