Chapter 1975

Ying Long left, and didn't even stay to have a drink with you Hu. He used to like drinking.

Looking at the distant figure of Yinglong, Youhe sighs and turns into his own body. After seeing Yinglong off with a loud roar, Youhe quietly returns to his cave.

Youhe doesn't know whether he will remember himself next time he sees Yinglong.

A thousand years may be a very long time for the Terran, but it's not too long for them who have a long life. Maybe it's just a deep sleep, maybe it's just a meditation.

A person's time is very lonely, Youhe is very lonely, but he has been used to this loneliness.

The best way to spend his lonely time is to sleep deeply. So, Youjuan went to Kunlun Mountain for a walk. After filling his stomach, he sealed the entrance of his cave and fell into deep sleep.

When he woke up for the first time, he found that it was only three hundred years later. He wanted to go to the netherworld to see Yinglong, but he didn't go in the end. He knew that Yinglong should be very busy now.

He fell into a deep sleep again. This time, he slept for a long time and woke up again more than 600 years later.

He remembers the agreement between himself and Yinglong. He slowly opens his eyes, shakes off the dust left by the years, and flies out of the cave silently.

He didn't go directly to the netherworld. Instead, he went to the sealed gate of heaven to investigate the situation of the ghost. Fortunately, although the gate of heaven was sealed, there was still very little aura flowing into the world after all. Moreover, compared with other places in the world, aura was very rich.

Under the nourishment of aura, the situation of the ghost is not bad, at least in a short time, the ghost will not disappear.

After a final look at the wooden doll, he roared and soared to the distant sky.

Soon, he came to the netherworld.

He also came to the netherworld for the first time. As soon as he came here, he felt a chill that made his soul tremble. He knew that it was the death of the netherworld.

Although the dead breath of the netherworld is terrible, as long as they don't stay here for a long time, those dead breath have no influence on the powerful ones.

Soon after he arrived, Ying Long's figure appeared in the distant sky.

"Here you are

Fortunately, Yinglong still remembers him.

He also had to sigh in his heart that Yinglong's strength was really very strong. He had been eroded by the death of the netherworld for such a long time, and he still remembered himself.

However, compared with the last time we met, Ying Long's look obviously became a little dull. After all, the death of the netherworld caused irreparable damage to his soul.

Youhe opened his cracked mouth, looked at Yinglong with a dull look and asked, "have you found any other ghosts?"

"No..."

There was no expression on Yinglong's face, but he said: "maybe her other soul has dissipated forever. By the way, is her ghost OK?"

He has a good memory. He still remembers the ghost attached to the wooden doll.

"Fortunately, at least it won't die out in a short time." He said softly.

"Thank you very much!" Ying Long nodded to him slightly.

Silence, silence again.

In a thousand years, Yinglong's words have become rare. Originally, his words were not many.

Youhe sat with Yinglong for a day and a night beside the sea of netherworld. They didn't say a word more.

Youjuan left. When he looked back at the sea of netherworld, he found that Yinglong had already soared between heaven and earth. He started the search which probably had no result.

It's another thousand years. When he comes to the netherworld again, Yinglong's wings are slightly black. The death of the netherworld has caused great damage to his body. If it goes on like this, he will surely die here.

However, at this time, Yinglong still has memory of him, but his memory has begun to become fuzzy, and when he speaks, it always seems a little messy.

He persuades Yinglong not to stay here to search, but Yinglong just shakes his head to him with a wooden face. In desperation, he sits there with Yinglong for another day and night, which seems to be a kind of ceremony between them.

When he went to the millennium for the third time, Yinglong's wings had completely turned black, and his whole body had almost become black.

"Who are you?"

What he worried most was that something happened. Yinglong had forgotten him.

"I am you, your friend!" His eyes are inexplicably sour. Looking at Ying Long's appearance, he knows that he can't wait for his fourth appointment.

"Friends?" Ying long looked at him and asked, "do you know who I am?"

"Yes, you are Yinglong!" Youhe twisted his head and let the tears in his eyes fall. When he turned his head again, a slight smile appeared on his face. "Old friend, we haven't seen each other for a thousand years. Shall I tell you a story?""Well, you say, I'll listen."

Ying Long slowly falls down beside him, looking at him with dull eyes. There is no joy or anger, and it seems that there is no trouble any more.

He didn't know if it was a relief for Yinglong. He just tried to recall the things between them, and then sat there and began to tell Yinglong the story of him and the beautiful woman, which he promised.

The story itself is not long, but Yinglong's memory is too bad. Not long after he finished, Yinglong had forgotten what he said. He had to repeat the story to Yinglong again and again. When the story was told completely, it was three days later.

"Thank you for telling me this story." Ying Long slowly steps into the sea and takes out a large section of the branch of the lock tree. He splits the branch into sections, and then passes a section to you Hu, "please help me carve out her appearance. I'm afraid I'll forget her again."

"Good!"

Youjuan took over the branch, "the branch of the lock tree is no less hard than the artifact. It may take a long time for me to carve out her appearance."

"It's OK. I can wait. The most important thing I need now is time." Ying Long is very calm, calm beyond his expectations.

He didn't say anything more. He just began to pick up the branch and carve it. When he carved the woman's face on the branch, it was five years later.

For five years, he carved such a wooden doll. Moreover, he always felt that his carving was not as good as the one Ying long had given him. It seemed that there was something missing in the wooden doll.

When he thought about it carefully, he suddenly realized that what this wooden doll lacked was verve. It had the woman's face, but it didn't have her verve.