Chapter 467: Song of Calming the Soul (3)
He looked at the only man in this world who could compete with him in looks, and smiled charmingly, "Your story has spread throughout the Ninth Heaven."
Mo Wuji smiled politely and said, "Do you and I need to make fun of each other?"
"I admire you very much." Yan raised his eyes slightly, his eyes gleaming with brilliance. "Unless the world is destroyed, there is no point in living forever, what's the point of living like this?"
"You are the only one who understands me at this moment." Mo Wuji lowered his eyes and smiled, "Yan, I want to ask you for a favor."
"You're asking me for this one favor in your life, how can I refuse?"
Mo Wuji looked at the bright golden light in the distance, facing the breeze, and said softly: "I hope she can live a simple and happy life in all her lives, so please don't let her know of my existence."
Nightmare looked at him, his light red eyes dimmed slightly, and he sighed and nodded.
The wind blew from afar, blowing the hems of the clothes of the two most beautiful people in the world, shining brightly under the daylight.
Wei Ning stared blankly, and suddenly asked : "Yan, you didn't keep your promise."
"Yes." Yan laughed softly, and the pleasant sound was like a harp. "He and I share the same suffering. I really want to keep my promise, but I can't help telling you this. I just hope that when you go back in the future, you won't forget him."
Tears streamed down her face. Wei Ning suddenly opened Yan's hands, ran over quickly, and hugged Mo Wuji from behind. However, she only hugged him for a while and found nothing. They were just illusory memories and did not exist at all.
"Mo Wuji, I will remember you for all my life! How could I possibly forget you?"
She wiped away her tears and watched him cry bitterly, shouting his name at the top of his lungs.
Nightmare stood behind her, looking at her helplessly.
Suddenly, something flashed across Yan's eyes, and he seemed to be so shocked that he could hardly control himself.
"Shen Weining!"
Wei Ning raised her head while crying and was also stunned. The crying suddenly stopped and all the expressions on her face were ridiculously frozen, in disbelief.
Mo Wuji, who only existed in memory, was gazing into the distance with Yan when he suddenly turned around and looked behind him with a sense of awareness. His eyes were melancholy and expectant, as if he was looking for something.
In fact, Wei Ning was so close to him at that time, almost in front of him, within his reach.
Mo Wuji raised his hand and grabbed lightly in the air, but caught nothing. He looked ahead with a sense of loss.
"What's wrong?" At that time, Yan turned around, watching his movements with a smile on his face.
"Just now, for a moment, I felt that Qing Ning was right beside me." Mo Wuji laughed at himself, "Isn't it ridiculous?"
But Yan did not smile. He looked at the nothingness in front of him, which was drawn into a brilliant purple precipitate by the gradually setting daylight.
"Indeed." He said these two words lightly, but his light red eyes gradually narrowed.
Mo Wuji said: "In her life in the mortal world, the only time she cried was when she separated from me. At that time, I thought it would be great if she would never feel sad again."
"As a human being, how can it be possible not to be sad? Those who are not sad are all hypocritical gods." said Yan.
