On the 84th, the poor green falls into the yellow spring, and there is no difference between life and death

A hundred years of time is just a gap for them, just like an overnight moment in their ten thousand years of life. Instead of going to the world of Pangu, they lived in seclusion and lived in isolation. Every day, we do it together on the top of the mountain to watch the sunrise. When the sun slowly climbs up the horizon, he is already waiting there.

The sun shone on him, lengthen his figure, and a lonely shadow fell on the ground and could not find another shadow to be handed over. The morning breeze seemed to pass through his heart, fluctuating his heartstrings, and the faint sound of the piano wandered in the ethereal clouds. There was also a plain shadow beside him leaning on him. Although he could not feel her weight on his shoulder, his heart was heavy. In the breeze, they snuggled up to each other, work at sunrise, and rest at sunset.

A head of green silk changes into white hair, and it is difficult to miss each other with the wind. The sound of the flute is accompanied by a long night. Where can I find the end of a song? Why did her heart still hurt so much? A crystal tear dripped silently with bitterness and heartache on her cheeks. Floating eyes closed tightly, and his hands were holding a jade flute and playing the beautiful and sad song on his lips, but at this time, they had drooped down, and his head fell down in an instant to cover his face. Just now, the sound of the flute was lingering, and they were separated forever. But his body has been standing there, because he still has someone to protect.

"Fu Sheng, you just left like this. However, you forget to bring the most important thing. If you are poor and fall into the yellow spring, you will never know whether you will live or die. Speaking of this, Xiaowei was already crying. For the first time, she felt the pain of being hollowed out, which was unforgettable. Her heart bleeds again, and her soul burned out little by little.

Xiao Weiyu's hand wants to touch the flute held tightly in Fusheng's hand. Since her lover is gone, she will not miss it. She wants to destroy the jade flute and then she will disappear. When she was about to touch the jade flute, an amazing streamer crossed the top of the mountain and shone on them. The strange warmth wrapped around her body ignited hope and warmth in her heart. It's like seeing a glimmer of light in the dark.

Xiaowei looked up at the auspicious place, which brought her warmth like a spring breeze, reminding her of the warmth of her relatives and walking out of the auspicious light. The white clothes are elegant, the wind is gentle, and the shore is as great as a mountain. Even with a mask on his face, it is difficult to cover his awe.

"The high priest?" Xiaowei said doubtfully when he saw the visitor, how could this person come here at this time? And how can he have such a great magic power, auspicious light to protect himself? Who is he? A series of doubts troubled her. It was originally a heart full of sadness, but now she had to think about these unrelevant problems. Suddenly, she felt confused and confused. She wanted to ask for these disturbances quickly, but she did everything quickly.

"Little Silver Fox, I, don't you even know each other?" The visitor said with a smile that there was no deep tone that was incompatible with the sad atmosphere.

"Little Silver Fox? Lord Pangu Genesis?" Xiaowei suddenly realized that only Pangu would call her so kindly. It's a good thing to meet him under such circumstances. She is worried that she has no relatives to comfort her and accompany her.

"Little Silver Fox, you haven't forgotten me yet." He took off his mask, and his fair and beautiful face appeared in Xiaowei's eyes. His appearance moved Xiaowei for a long time, and his heart could not calm down.

"Lord Founding God, I miss you so much. I really want to!" With that, Xiaowei's tears flowed down. She didn't expect that the founder could save his life. She just hoped that at the last moment of her life, she could see him without concern.

"I know, so I have never left you. That high priest is my illusion. Forgive me for not being able to help you. Everything has been arranged for a long time, and even I can do nothing. The gloomy look of the founder has seen his helplessness, and there are so many people who can't live a free life. It turned out that they couldn't get out of the arrangement of fate.

"Xiao Wei knows that Xiao Wei is already very moved, and he is very satisfied to see the founding Lord at the last moment. I'm very happy to say goodbye to adults. Xiao Wei smiled happily, and the smile was full of beauty and nobility.

"Little Silver Fox, I'm not here to say goodbye to you. Can you continue your relationship with him when you leave? Are you willing to give up?" Pangu looked at Xiaowei very lovingly, and his eyes were full of love.

"Adult? Do you mean that I can still meet him again? Xiao Wei looked at him happily and was so excited that he even said intermittently. How can she be unhappy? How can you suppress the excitement in your heart? How can you not smile with silver in your eyes?

"I'm here today to help him reincarnation and let him go through hardships and achieve positive results again." Pangu still looked at them with pity. Although he was the supreme founding god, he did not understand the emotional affection between them without the unswerving love between floating life and Xiaowei, but he knew that the selfless dedication of the two people to each other was worthy of respect and praise by the world.

"Thank you, Lord God of Creation." Xiaowei knelt on the ground in awe, with endless gratitude and warmth in his heart.

"You don't have to thank me. I also want to thank you. It has brought so much emotion to me. I'm also very gratified to have you." After saying that, he brushed his sleeves and a divine light shone on the floating life. Under the cover of auspicious light, his figure slowly became blurred, as if there was a faint layer of water mist. If he wanted to touch it, he could be separated, until it finally turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared in Xiaowei's eyes.

"Floating life, go well! Xiaowei will definitely wait for you to come back." Xiaowei saw the green smoke slowly disappearing at the end of the sky. There was no despair. Instead, expectation and hope filled her whole heart. She smiled sweetly like the bright moon in the sky.

Pangu looked happily at Xiaowei, a white and clear lotus in the mud of the Motan. Although he was in a bad situation, he was still proud and graceful without a trace of dust.

Xiaowei's face is sad, but there is always hope of life. Only when there is hope can he have the idea of surviving, and he has to live well and wait for him to come back before he can continue his old love. He still owes the only one forever. If I see you again, I won't let him go. Xiaowei thought sweetly in his heart, and his eyes still looked at the place where the floating life disappeared and did not recover for a long time.

"Do I need to bring you back to life?" Pangu asked Xiaoweidao.

"Dear God of the Founding, if it is still the way to bring Xiaowei back to life, Xiaowei is willing to." Xiaowei understood very well that what Pangu said to bring her back to life was just to let her soul live in other people's bodies. She doesn't want this.

"Have you thought about it?" Pangu asked again. He knew that Xiaowei would definitely refuse his proposal, but he wanted to try to persuade her. However, Xiaowei is really stubborn and would rather be broken than tile.

"Yes, my lord. If Xiaowei agreed a hundred years ago, he would have agreed, and there is no need to put it off until now. At that time, Xiaowei couldn't accept it, and now it's even worse. If I change my appearance, I don't know if I can find me when Fusheng comes back. Xiaowei said firmly that she knew that no matter what she became, Fusheng would find her, but she didn't want to use other people's bodies to wait for her love, as if she had become another person, not the little fox that Fusheng always loved.

"That's all, it's up to you. Before Fusheng finds you, I hope you can take good care of yourself. After Pangu left such a sentence, he disappeared into the sky. Just as he didn't appear.

Before Pangu left at ease, he felt a breath of a creature coming here again. He knew that the comer would leave without malice. After that, it was up to their own creation. When he, the god of creation, was old, he should turn into a god of form and go with the wind.