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They sat side by side under the eaves of the bamboo cottage, listening to the endless cicadas, looking up and observing the rustling galaxy, for a while, when they were troubled, they would forget everything.

The foster father sighed slightly, "The stars in the sky are the most pleasant. Looking at them, you won’t have memories, and if you don’t have memories, there will be no pain. Xin'er, you should look at the sky more. Qi is strong on the outside, diligent and conscientious, and can become a master in decades. However, if you don’t have a broad mind and perseverance, you can only stop here for life, and you can’t reach a higher level."

Huanxin carefully savored the beauty of the stars, only to feel that there was nothing in her chest, and when she heard the truth of her foster father, she immediately felt quite warm.

"Foster father, you said, is it worthwhile to die to save the common people?"

The foster father's face sank when he heard this, "Why do you have this strange idea?"

"Foster father." Huan Xin looked at the old man calmly, her eyes full of her aura, like a gem in a box, now shining in the dark night.

"Foster father, I thought about it all day, I just wanted to know the answer. If it were you, how would you choose? Common people, or yourself?"

The old man pursed his mouth, his usual stern face is now as hard as a stone, almost unnatural.

"...You." He said, his voice low, "Don't think about it anymore. We are all small people, we are common people, there is no such predicament."

The radiant eyes are clean and refreshing, as if wandering the river of dreams, she laughed, as if she was shining, "No, foster father, I think there is actually no choice in this question. It is not us who decide to give up or something. , But those who are above all, we just have to accept the reality."

When the foster father heard the words, he was shocked and angry, "Tough rebellion! How did you say these things! Did that woman teach you!"

"No, these are all Xiner's own thoughts."

"You have such a personality... why would you think of this kind of thing, this kind of thing!"

"Because I saw it."

"what?"

"Sister Shenxian she is being forced to make a decision."

...

Sun Lichai stood on the top of the tree, her toes tipped with a leaf, and her body was as light as catkins. The breeze was blowing, and the branches shook, and she shook with it, but she never fell.

"Little girl, this road is not easy for each of us. If possible, I would rather die by myself, but you are different after all."

Now, there are two problems facing her.

First, how to go to the end of the world with a heart-warming one.

Second, how can we protect her from death.

...

The foster father sat on the edge of the bed and turned his head to look at the night view outside the window, his eyes deep and lonely.

Standing in the corner, Xu Xian smiled strangely when he saw his appearance: "Little blacksmith, although your adopted daughter has been killed, it is not incomprehensible. You have to act like a little daughter again and sleep peacefully ."

The foster father did not speak, and looked at the scenery outside the window for a while, turned his head, lay on the bed, and slept in his clothes.

His eyes were half-open and half-closed, and the faint moonlight stroked his face, the ravines were like the earth, and his twinkling eyes were like cold pools.

Xin'er, you will never die, as long as you live, the world will have hope.

Chapter 189 The big dream is like an unchanging reincarnation

Wake up from sleep.

It's not dawn yet.

However, tonight seems particularly dark.

A wonderful darkness.She can see her body and see the outline of things, but except for herself, everything has lost its color.

As if she was a blind person now.

What about Xingyue?Above the gray shadows of a cloud of chaotic woods, they are slightly floating pale white spots in the dark night.

Curious and wonderful vision.

From this perspective, some things that are habitually ignored suddenly become eye-catching.The carpenter's hammer left under the table, and some debris in the corner, their wonderful edges and corners are all highlighted.

When Huan Xin put her hand on the edge of the window, a moon-white ladder suddenly rose from the window mullion and stretched toward the sky.

In a colorless world, this ladder is undoubtedly very eye-catching, the gentle and gentle light is fluffy and cool, as if it is a cloud of water vapor on the face.

Huanxin felt that his heart was about to jump out.

Is this a dream?Or an adventure?

She caressed the continual light steps carefully, it is indeed real, not vain.

Huanxin gently leaned over the window sill, stepping on the light, and she went for a few knots.

But she stood in the air, and the vast grey earth was stepped under her feet.

The foster father said that the top light work in the rivers and lakes can make people step on the fly, ride the waves, and look at the Four Worlds in a fascinating way. Is this the scenery of the real master?

Hikari flew into the sky, refreshing her heart and light body, constantly climbing, but for a long time, she still can't see the end. She is panting, the high wind is raging, the atmosphere is thin, her breathing is difficult, her internal energy is exhausted, and she looks down. The endless darkness, if you stumble and fall from the light steps, it must be a dead end.

At this time, it is impossible to return to the original path, and the ladder behind him does not know when it has disappeared.

The little girl slowly squatted down and curled up on the wide and cramped stairs.

Two of her could lie down on this ladder, but it was so dangerous that she seemed to fall as soon as she turned around.

Huanxin whimpered twice, and suddenly started to cry softly.

"Don't cry."

It was Sun Lichai's voice.

Huan Xin hurriedly wiped her face, sat up, turned her head and looked around, but she did not see the figure of the fairy sister.

Suddenly from the sky, a budding evening flower, beautiful and fragrant, swirled in front of the little girl.

The petals suddenly bloomed, and the charming fragrance was also instantaneous.

The dew between the petals gathered together and turned into a small water mirror, with flickering pictures floating.

Huan Xin calmly looked, and there was a hearty day in the mirror.

Two women, one large and one small, stood in front of the bamboo house, Sun Lichai and Huanxin.

They are holding hands and standing side by side, through the gap between them, a coffin can be seen.

Although it was from behind, Huanxin could see that he was crying in the mirror.