Chapter 59 Never Go Back

Three hundred years of long years have passed, and the god of that year has become a mother. The years have not worn her face at all, and she is still beautiful and touching. Now a secular person is tit-for-tat with himself, and there is no room for turning around. Shura doesn't know how long he can endure such a sense of loss. He looked at the cold and frosty look on his soft face, and only felt like returning to the child who hid in the forest 300 years ago and watched the warriors slaughter. A strong sense of sadness gushed out of his nose fiercely, and for a moment, he seemed to cry loudly.

Three hundred years ago, he was just a weak child who witnessed the annihilation of the clan. Three hundred years later, he stood at the top of the world and was in charge of the changing world. No one knows what he has done, what he has given and what he has lost in 300 years. He doesn't want others to know. The dreamer for so many years stood in front of him, but he couldn't say a word. The arrogance, self-confidence and calmness previously prepared all turned into powder under the murderous intention of God. Just like 300 years ago, he was just a helpless child, following God to pick mushrooms and dig herbs in the forest... God would feel a little unhappy, as if he had been upset because he had done something wrong. In fact, God loved a child like him very much!

She is the goddess of the magician and the most noble guardian god!

Shura trembled and raised his left hand in front of him. Looking at the blood stains on his hand, the dark red blood had condensed, and the blood scab broke into powder and scattered as he moved. Maybe your face is also full of blood! Three hundred years after seeing each other, God has integrated into the mortal life, become a wife and a mother. And I have become cold, eccentric and cruel... They are no longer the other party of those years, and they have all changed... Even if they can bring God back to the forest, will they still live a peaceful life as before?

'What is wrong' is such a cruel and realistic meaning!

The honeysuckle, agave, colorful winged butterflies, colorful rabbits and several people surrounded by thick thousand-year-old trees in the forest. People built cabins on the trees, using the sweetest spring water and fragrant honey in the forest and the rose mead made of red rose petals... How many times have these soft things appeared from themselves In your own dream? How many times have it appeared in the 300-year-old night? He can't remember! But these beautiful and dreamy dreams were finally replaced by roaring warriors, splashing blood, girl's screams, and desperate eyes... Every time, he woke up with a sad scarlet...

How much he wanted to see God for three hundred years. He never forgot that God was full of blood and indifferently and said, "You can't protect anyone... You can't protect anyone... You can't protect anyone..." He just couldn't protect anyone. He just didn't have the courage at that time. Now he has the courage, even for a moment. Killing tens of thousands of people will not sympathize at all. He has become a bloodthirsty Shura... But God has also changed. Does it make sense for him to search for so many years?

He looked up and looked at the brilliant morning glow. The faint red halo fell on his face, showing a drunken crimson color! Maybe as long as you raise your head, tears will not fall! But that pain still penetrated him mercilessly! After all, he is just a child in front of God, exactly as cowardly as 300 years ago!

But looking at God's indifferent and fierce face, there seems to be something to rush out in his heart. Like a demon hidden in the cave, he fills earth and stones in the cave every day, trying to bury the devil deep below and never come out. But the devil broke through the soil when he was weakest, jumped in front of him with the most grimace, mocking his weakest fear and despair.

"I'm Shura... I'm no longer the crybaby who can't protect anything..." He said in a hoarse voice, unlike the lazy emphasis of the past, like his neck being torn apart. He waved his left arm crazily, as if to shake off something that only he could see.

A palpitating roar came from his throat, and the whole earth trembled under such an angry and desperate roar. The warriors who were close around fainted for a moment, unconscious, and their ears, mouth and nose were shaken by scarlet blood.

"You are still very weak..." said faintly. There is no emotion on her face. The face is as beautiful as a mask, the lips are tightly squeezed, and the perfect cheeks are like pure snowy mountains in the far north, which is shocking and chilling!

"Haha..." With a string of sharp laughter, Shura's face became ferocious, and the blood stains on his face made him like a devil in hell. Am I weak? God, did you see it? This is all caused by me. I pushed this war behind the scenes. I can watch so many people die without any fear. Are you still weak? I can pinch the man's neck and cut tens of thousands of cuts on him and force you to appear in front of me. Is this still weak? I'm Shura, the most terrible demon. I-no-weak-weak!" His last few words roared out one by one, and as he spoke, he clenched his fist and knocked on his ** chest. His ferocious face looked twisted, but the broken pain in his right arm was even more severe.

Mengfan stood there and looked at his crazy appearance. His coral-red eyes were cold and indifferent, and he did not seem to be moved by Shura's madness, as if he was looking at strangers who had nothing to do with him. Her pure white gauze skirt danced lightly, and three thousand hairs fluttered like ink clouds, and separated the dust on the bloody and dirty battlefield. She looked at him so coldly, sometimes quiet and sometimes looking up and sighing. Sometimes he roared crazily, and sometimes he pounded his chest and roared loudly... Under such indifferent eyes, Shura felt that 300 years of separation was just a faint dream. The god he had been pursuing really appeared in front of him, and the dream was broken and meaningless...

He sighed and said lonelyly, "God, let's go back... Go back to the forest and never come out again, just like 300 years ago, okay?"

His dark red eyes were not strange, as if he had recovered the innocence of his childhood, and his weak tone was almost begging, just like three hundred years ago, he wanted God to pick a purple orchid for him, gently pulled her skirt, and his eyes were full of desire. But now he is taller than God, but his prowing tone is still the same as when he was a child 300 years ago.

God's eyes flashed softly for a moment, and the coral red eyes were not so indifferent. It seemed that there was a bright light flashing, shining with the color of memories! Then she moved and walked towards Shura step by step. The white skirt was blown behind her by the wind, and God came step by step. Shura's eyes grew big in an instant, as if in a dream - God is laughing, she is laughing! It is exactly the same as the gentle and touching smile 300 years ago. If it were placed on the mainland, how many emperors would bury their bones for this smile? Do you want to fight with all your strength?

God came over and slowly approached him. Great joy surrounded him. Does God really want to go back with himself?

The dream god smiled so gently, like the flowers of the whole earth blooming in this smile, as warm as spring. She stopped in front of him, looked up at his perfect face, and then stretched out her hand and picked up his right forearm, which had just been cut off by herself. Her red lips opened gently, and a soft spell lingered out of her teeth. The broken arm was growing, and she could see a new white bone pierced from the broken stubble, which quickly climbed to the veins, and then the dark red muscles also grew out. Finally, after the whole arm grows out, the surface condenses into a warm jade-like skin.

Sura's heart jumped. Did God really change his mind? Just now, he has been unable to regenerate his arms because God suppresses his spell power. Strong magicians can often suppress the power of the other party in the face of weak spellers. The bigger the gap, the more obvious the suppression effect. Now God took the initiative to heal his arm, and the great joy made him dizzy and smiled at the corners of his mouth.

Suddenly, Meng Fan God leaned over, hugged him gently, and suddenly hugged him. His breathing was suffocated and he couldn't move. He felt the warmth conveyed by God's hands gently placed on his back, felt her breath in his ear like the warmest wind in summer, and even felt God sticking to him**. The heartbeat synchronized with yourself on the chest...

It's the same feeling as when I was a teenager. How many times have I been hugged by God to cross the path of the forest and wade through the torrential streams... But now I am taller than her, and it is no longer appropriate for her to be picked up like a child.

He trembled and put his hand on the hair behind Mengfan, lowered his head and buried his face in her shoulder. In an instant, the magnolia-like fragrance buried all his senses. He was no longer arrogant and innocent, as eternal as a reef in the sea.

He couldn't help holding Meng Fan Shen tighter, as if he was afraid that he would lose her the next moment. In this way, the two hugged each other tightly on the battlefield of fighting. Perhaps the god in the dark finally favored his 300 years of hardships, and the great joy made him shed tears.

He whispered, "God, let's go back to the forest!" Never come out again, okay?"

His heart is beating wildly, and he is waiting for the word of God. He only felt that the breath of God's breath in his ear was so gentle that it seemed to melt the hardest ice in his heart.

The soft voice sounded faintly in his ear: "Why should I go back? Silly child, the world is so prosperous, why should I go back to the dark and cold forest? She laughed softly, and her voice was as pleasant as a wind chime. Besides, it's full of bones. Is it worth going back?

Sura froze, and he felt that his blood solidified in an instant, and his heart suddenly stopped.

Dream Fan God still hugged him and said softly, "That's why I said 'you are still very weak...' child, you still have a lot to learn! Haven't you learned something called 'lie' in the world over the years?

Her voice was so beautiful, but what she said made him feel as uncomfortable as a needle, as if something was broken in her heart...

"Look, you let me get close to you so easily, aren't you afraid that I will kill you?" Her charming face rested on his shoulder, giggled, and her voice was indescribably depressive.

The severe pain swept over, and Shura felt a sharp pain on his back, which was heartbreaking!

Mengfan still whispered, "I touched your heart..." The hot breath with the fragrance of magnolia exhaled in his ear, itching.

The slender and white fingers inserted into his back like a sharp dagger, and his fingertips penetrated the skin and flesh, penetrating the left shoulder blade, touching his heart. The severe pain and unbearable severe pain, he wanted to shout out all the grievances and pain in his heart. But God's empty right hand pressed his head on his shoulder and buried it in the dizzying fragrance of flowers. He couldn't move or even take a big breath...

God's hand cut the skin and muscles like a knife, and the whole palm did not enter his body. His fingers bent and held his heart like a cage... The voice was still so soft, saying, "The most important thing for the magician is the heart. Now your heart is in my hand...!" Then God's hand was clenched, and in an instant, his heart was about to break, and the pain was unbearable. Shura finally coughed out a big mouth and splashed on God's shoulder!

"Don't worry, how could I kill you? Isn't it? You are the only magician left, and I won't kill you..." God said softly, "In my eyes, you are just a child..."

"But you have to remember that people will become. How much have I changed in 300 years? How much have you changed? They are all devastated. They are no longer the same as before. Can we go back? We can't go back. We can only stride forward. Even if there is a cliff in front of us, we can't turn back!" Meng Fanshen said so lightly that he heard such sadness and heartbreaking pain from her voice for the first time...

She slowly withdrew her hand, and immediately, Shura's blood soared out of the blood hole on her back that went straight to her heart. She covered her blood-stained hand on the hole behind him, and the healing power repaired the blood hole in an instant, but the painful feeling could not be dissipated for a long time! Shura leaned weakly in God's arms and no longer had the strength to hold her tightly. Only his heart was full of cold, which was colder than the highest snow mountain in the far north...

"Learn the 'lies' in the world! Only when you learn can you walk well in this world...!" This was the last word God said in his ear, and then God suddenly pushed him away. Shura stepped back a few steps, his expression was aggrieved and sad, and the sour feeling in his nose became stronger and stronger.

He stared at God's back and reached out to cover his heart. The tearing pain was still there! The strength on his body seemed to have been vacated, leaving him with only a flesh and blood body. He couldn't help kneeling down, covering his face and crying... Three hundred years of hardships to find such a result?

The huge crying and the tragic fighting on the battlefield converge into a secluded requiem. Shura's face was buried in his hand, and he didn't care about the killing sound around him, as if there was nothing in the world worth caring about!

Something is broken in my heart, and something is growing again. No one knows what it is, even he doesn't know what it is! Just kept muttering, "I can't go back, I can't go back..."

That's terrible, a resentment that can drown the whole world...