[Ancestor Hongjun, who created the world five million years ago, took all the blame for saving God Chen Xi and the person Chen Xi loved. He was buried deep under the tower and forgot his last name. Five million years later, it was Chen Xi's wedding day. The other shore flower that Chen Xi planted in Jiuchongtian stepped into the Demon-Conquering Tower, and our story continued. Immortal Emperor Fuli cried like a child while holding the empty soul lantern. Old Fox Jiahe poured three bowls of Mengpo soup every day for whom it was unknown, and the portrait enshrined in the Demon Lord's hall vaguely seemed to be...]
We were unable to escape from the falling rocks in the sky, watching helplessly as Chen Xi hugged Jiangzhu and disappeared from sight without looking back. Suddenly, we remembered that the meteors that had fallen like this six hundred years ago passed by our eyes. The cold and clear Chen Xi sat on the top of the shrine with his arms around his knees. The wind felt cold on his body, but I looked at him, but my heart felt warm.
The wait was longer than expected. In these five million years of darkness, we have slowly forgotten time, identity, and name. I only remember waiting for one person. I always felt that he would come back to see me. Just like when he told us that he wanted to go back and see Jiangzhu.
We have been waiting for Chenxi, but Chenxi never came.
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