He and It

The room was very small, and he was happy to be alone with Yan Huan so that he could sort out his chaotic thoughts these days.

Liu Fuguang admired it for a while. He reached out to close the window and was about to go to bed to close his eyes and rest. As soon as he turned around, he stopped.

...That was not an illusion, there was really a voice in the mist and rain, calling his name!

Liu Fuguang opened his mouth and was about to call out Yan Huan. Before the words came out, he suddenly frowned.

Maybe I don't have to call him for everything, he thought. I already have the ability to protect myself. I am alone, and I am not completely without confidence.

Thinking of this, Liu Fuguang calmed down, turned around and looked at the continuous rain curtain.

There gradually came the shadow of a person.

It is said to be a shadow because it is completely transparent. Only the dense raindrops hitting it give it a very hazy appearance.

The figure gently raised his hand and waved towards Liu Fuguang, as if he had something to say.

Liu Fuguang could not sense its malice, so after hesitating, he climbed over the window and stood in the rain, face to face with the figure.

Shadow nodded, turned around and left, followed by Liu Fuguang. The further he walked, the weaker his connection with Yan Huan became. He suddenly realized that the shadow was taking him away from the range that Yan Huan could sense.

He stopped cautiously several times, and the shadows also stopped and waited calmly. When Liu Fuguang took another step, the shadows bowed humbly to him, as if thanking him for the trust he had given him.

The figure led him into the deep forest, and finally stopped in front of a towering ancient tree.

"The Supreme Good..." The shadow vibrated the air, making a trivial sound like the sound of raindrops crashing. "Please...save her..."

"Who to save?" Liu Fuguang asked hurriedly, "Please explain clearly."

The figure did not answer his question. It was like a set puppet, playing steadily: "She is by no means a heinous person...it's just...too many fallacies...that led to...this big mistake..."

Liu Fuguang was confused, but he also knew that this shadow was at most a creature used to convey messages, and there was no point in talking about it.

He looked at the raindrops scattered all over the ground, feeling a bit dumbfounded: "You brought me all the way here just to tell a few riddles?"

Liu Fuguang's smile suddenly disappeared. He turned around and looked in the direction he came from.

broken! Could it be that the other party’s real purpose is Yan Huan?

He raised a ray of cloud light and flew towards the inn. The cold mist blew and hung a series of bright frost beads on his black hair, which seemed to wake him up.

Hmm... Actually, if you think about it carefully, what are the benefits of setting the goal to Yan Huan? Only madmen who have lost their minds and the dullest fools dare to set their sights on the ultimate evil. Even if he is weaker now, it is not an ordinary target that can be achieved.

After thinking clearly, Liu Fuguang's return speed also slowed down. As soon as he landed in front of the town, he heard a huge noise coming from late at night.

He didn't know why, so he hurriedly took a few steps in, and immediately saw the frightened and furiously roaring Dragon God, who almost turned the entire city upside down in search of his missing partner.

"Fu Guang!" Yan Huan let out a tearing dragon roar, as if he couldn't remember anything else except these two words, "Fu Guang——!"

He was trembling with fear, and all the terrible consequences that would happen if Liu Fuguang was lost were spinning in his mind like crazy. His nine half-blind eyes were almost cracked. There had never been a moment when he hated his own weakness and disability as much as he did now.

What if he was kidnapped? What if he left because he got tired of me? What if the inner demon has escaped, so take him away for revenge?

Just when he was about to reveal the prototype of a dragon and fly into the sky to search, Liu Fuguang had already flown in front of him and stopped him loudly: "I'm here, calm down!"

Yan Huan turned his head and looked at him blankly.

Long's pupils were still vacant and blurred, his eye circles were red, and he was in a state of despair, as if he was about to cry, or had already cried a lot. The god's tall body was shivering wet in the rain, looking no different than a stray domestic dog.

"...Fuguang?" Yan Huan asked in a low voice, trembling uncontrollably, "You, come back..."

He gritted his teeth, his throat was blocked, and he couldn't even finish the words. Seeing him looking like he was about to die, Liu Fuguang had already organized many sentences in his mind to explain why he went out late at night.

However, Yan Huan pursed his lips tightly and said nothing. For a long time, he breathed deeply. In the rain curtain, his nine eyes were tightly closed, but Liu Fuguang could clearly see the transparent tears flowing down his face.

"...It's okay," Yan Huan choked, not wanting an explanation from him, "It's okay, just come back. You...you're not here, I'm very scared."

At that moment, Liu Fuguang had mixed feelings in his heart and didn't know what to say.

He lowered his head and looked at the surrounding towns destroyed by Yan Huan. He first made a magic trick to restore the landscape, so that the people who fled in the middle of the night would just think that they had a strange dream tonight and go back to sleep.

Fortunately, coastal areas are always prone to disasters. The people here have developed a strong sense of escape. Awakened by ominous noises late at night, they abandon their property and houses without hesitation, wrap up the elderly and children and run out, so there are no injuries. To die, I just watched in horror a dragon god wailing miserably and causing chaos in the city.

After taking care of everything, Liu Fuguang pushed Yan Huan, who had lost his soul and looked like a wooden man, and took him back to the inn. Yan Huan sat on the bed, water still dripping from his body, his head hung down, not saying a word.

Liu Fuguang drew away the moisture droplets, wrung his wet long hair with silk cloth, and sighed: "You are so impulsive..."

As soon as he spoke, Yan Huan burst into tears when she heard his voice.

Liu Fuguang saw the traces of water dripping on his cassock and slowly closed his lips. He finished wiping his hair quietly, folded the silk cloth gently, and placed it beside the bed.

"...I'm scared," Yan Huan said hoarsely, "You don't know how scared I am. I...I've been worried that this is my dream. Since I've been dreaming for six thousand years, why can't I continue to dream? I just Please don’t wake up again, I don’t dare… I don’t dare to go back to that place without you, I don’t dare…”

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