On the banks of the Santu River and the Naihe Bridge, Xianyu and Lingyue stood, their backs slowly turning.
"I once promised the prince, Changqin, that if he becomes a dragon, he will sit by the dragon's horns, take him to heaven and earth, ride on the wind, and travel between mountains and rivers."
"I once promised to kill Su for hundreds of miles. I believe that one day, he will be rid of all evil spirits. I will take him down the mountain with me and travel thousands of miles across rivers and mountains to act chivalrously and righteously."
"Tu Su is Chang Qin." He smiled sheepishly.
"Tu Su is just Tu Su." Ling Yue said seriously.
"The promises you and I made have all come to nothing. Are you willing to give up everything and fall into reincarnation?" He waved his sleeves for a moment and saw the bright red shore on the other side, a light boat rowing by the river, and the ghost attractor slowly approaching.
Ling Yue frowned, and he took the opportunity to suggest, "How about I use my soul to seal your memory in this life, and accompany you in reincarnation for a hundred lifetimes, and also seal my heart to him?"
"So, what will you do?" Ling Yue asked.
"Except for Changqin, I have nothing to worry about. I only wait for the promise between you and Tu Su to be fulfilled, and for me and Changqin to realize our long-cherished wish."
As he spoke, a trace of light and shadow merged with the cast soul, ascending to the sky and entering the earth. There was no more hesitation here.
Naihe Bridge, hell is helpless, and the world is even more helpless. Lingyue has been reincarnated ten times for nearly a thousand years, and has never met Baili Tusu.
When the eleventh life was over, the crowds were crowded and the lights dimmed. A young man in red followed him for a long time. He turned around and asked softly, "Have we ever met?"
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