When I looked back, I was shocked to find that it was not as majestic and fierce as I thought. Instead, it had a gentle fur, a calm and seemingly harmless look. But Brother Shu said that when you go out, you cannot identify the other person's impression from the outside. So even though the other person stood there very well, I still didn't dare to take it lightly.

What's more, the first sentence the other party said was not as expressed as its appearance. Instead, it was arrogant and unrestrained, with a very rude tone... But if someone has this capital, it is not a big mistake for it. So I tried my best to suppress the indignation in my heart and endured it silently.

The wild beast clearly saw the dissatisfaction on my face, but the gloating in my eyes was not concealed. I frowned and said in a gentle voice: "I dare to ask what's wrong with senior?"

The beast smiled, his eyes turned upwards, rolled his eyes very vividly. I looked at it speechlessly. Just as I was about to ask again patiently, it suddenly said, "Why are you not dead yet?" I was stunned. After reacting, my face turned dark: "Why am I dead?"

It smiled as usual, not afraid of my ugly face: "You should have died a hundred years ago." After hearing this, I laughed miraculously, no longer as gritted my teeth before, and my eyebrows raised slightly: "You are afraid you have read it wrong! I am just now in vain." This is not because I made a fuss, but because there is nothing good around me in recent days. It is rare that I can mock my senior who seems to be extraordinary in front of me, so naturally I laughed so hard that even my dimples were revealed.

It didn't laugh this time, but it still looked indifferent to all living beings: "Yes, you may not know much about your face. You should have died when you were twelve years old, but..." The words that were not finished were very meaningful. The corners of my half-pulled mouth froze, my pupils slightly magnified, but soon all my expressions were restrained, but my voice was still trembling: "What are you talking about?" In addition to being frightened, I even forgot about the respectful title.

It didn't care. It brushed its fur and said as if nothing had happened: "You should have experienced a disaster when you were twelve years old! You probably don't know that that disaster was a disaster that would be a death, but it was just resolved." I suddenly stood there, and my legs, which were originally shaking and shaking, were also stiff in the air.

It continued: "However, the way of heaven has allowed you to escape for a hundred years. This time, it will not allow you to avoid it again. This will be another death disaster for you..."

I was stunned for a moment, relaxed my feet in dejectedly, and lay them flat on the branches that grew horizontally. After a long time, I said, "You are lying to me to play! Someone told me that the way of heaven is unpredictable, and even if there is someone who can understand the cycle of the laws of heaven, it cannot pinch it so accurately." However, it was indifferent to my words, just looking at me with a cold look. I wanted to see even a trace of slight slightest in its eyes, but naturally there was no. Its eyes were more stable than the frozen stream. As I looked, it suddenly felt a illusion - it seemed that it was integrated with this world, and even the coldness of this world was just to cater to this person's preferences and temperament.

I shook my head, threw all these random things behind my head, and shook my head with a self-deprecating heart: Could it be that I was really stupid to practice in the temple all day long. I didn’t believe in the way of heaven before, but although I still insisted on doubting now, I was a little shaken, because as the Tao improves, I always feel some illusory things, and these ideas are often very empty. Sometimes, what I feel is clearly in the opposite direction of what is happening in the future, but miraculously feels that what I feel is the future.

Last time I took advantage of noon to quietly hide in the kitchen and take a nap. At that time, I had a dream that I would never forget in my life. I couldn’t remember the origin, direction, and ending of the dream. When I woke up, I felt like I was a different life. Later, I pondered for a long time, until Brother Shu saw that I was lazy and came to catch me, a scene suddenly flashed through my mind. It was that scene that made me unable to let go.

——I dreamed... My parents killed me with one knife, and I probably forgot about their appearance, but I always felt that their eyes were the same coldness and ruthlessness, and even a hint of disgust. Xiao Ge stood aside, looking at the scene with a blank expression. Blood flowed along the mottled ground to the bottom of his clogs, but he didn't move...

The scene was so realistic, so real... He was almost crazy those days, even though rationally told him that it was just a dream.

There are all kinds of divine things all day long. It would be great if I had never practiced immortality with Brother Shu and others; then even if I were a mediocre person for the rest of my life, it would be fine. After all, the ignorant is fearless...

I covered my eyes and smiled. It took a long time to separate my five fingers slightly. The snow penetrated into my eyes through the gap between my fingers, a little sour... I blinked and barely came back to my senses from the past. I began to feel that the world was moving away from me, the branches and forks of the old tree swayed in the wind, and even slowly appeared. Everything in the past began to flash in my mind. I finally realized... I was dying.

The place where I looked was pitch black, and I began to feel despair. This feeling was not good. It seemed that a white shadow appeared beside me, because he suddenly appeared, the space around me suddenly compressed and became smaller, and the air gradually became thinner. In order to survive, I greedily breathed the only air.

In the darkness, someone asked, "Do you want to live? Why?" Perhaps because I was confused at the moment, the voice echoed in my mind for several times before slowly disappearing.

I bit my lips tightly, hoping to gain a hint of clarity, but when I heard this, I suddenly felt a little unwilling to accept it. After a long time, I squeezed out a passage from my teeth: "Get out!"

"Why do you want to live...I thought you already knew your ending."

"But I still don't believe in fate." Before I fell into a coma, I seemed to hear me say this, and I couldn't remember what the question he asked.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!