Binding the Dragon for the Empress - Chapter 161

[Chapter 161 A full 120,000 years apart]

The taste of that bowl of fish soup was exactly the same as what Yan Yuan made.

For the same dish, 10,000 people may make 10,000 different flavors, and they are almost never the same. The fish soup Xuanlong made by Yan Yuan has been eaten countless times, and it is impossible to admit it.

When he took the first bite, he thought he was dreaming, and was stunned for the moment, and then he took the second and third mouthfuls into his mouth, and something hot dripped from his cheeks and fell into the bowl. Halfway through the meal, Xuanlong put down his bowl and stood up as if he had just woken up from a dream. He searched the house, inside and out, up and down. It was obvious that the house was so big and the yard was so big. all over.

He thought Yan Yuan was back.

But if Yan Yuan came back, how could there not be his breath at home? Who made this bowl of fish soup?

Xuanlong returned to the heaven, Azhi was busy with his studies, and Lianbi had been with Azhi since Xuanlong left Jiuzhongtian more than 100,000 years ago. The master and servant had never left the heaven recently.

As a general guarding the heavenly realm, Yan Weiheng cannot leave the heavenly realm arbitrarily. Since Xuanlong clearly rejected him back then, the two have rarely seen each other. One is that they are far away, and the other is that it is better to see each other than not to see each other.

Except for them, no one cares about Xuanlong’s preferences, and there is no need to spend time on him, but if the fish soup hadn’t been made by them, who would it be?

That absurd thought took root and sprouted in Xuanlong’s heart. He knew that it was impossible, but he still had a strong intuition in his heart. He felt that Yan Yuan had returned, but because of some force majeure, he could not appear in front of him at present.

Xuanlong walked over and over again to the places he and Yan Yuan had been to together, heaven and earth, including the four seas and the eight wastelands that he had agreed to see together, walking tirelessly, walking, and searching.

They all felt that Xuanlong was crazy, that he had been alone for too long, and that he had hallucinations because of excessive thoughts. How could a person who has been wiped out for more than 100,000 years suddenly come back?

Back then, when Xuanlong died and came back to life, it was because of the Spirit Gathering Box, which took ten thousand years to cast, and the soul of Xuanlong was just scattered, so he could barely find it.

There is only one Spirit Gathering Box, which can only be used once.

After Yan Yuan left, the Spiritual Lord and Yan Jing spent ten thousand years to recast one, but Yan Yuan’s soul ashes had long since disappeared in the mortal world, and they couldn’t even find it.

So he can’t come back.

Xuanlong travels in the heaven and earth, returning home every other month, staying for three or two months before leaving home. He didn’t know why Yan Yuanruo didn’t come to look for him when he came back, and if he came back, why didn’t he let him find him.

Originally, he just lived in a daze, planning to live until Azhi grows up. After Azhi gets married and has children, he chooses an unusual afternoon to leave this boring world.

Now that he has expectations in his heart, he never thought about leaving, and he didn’t dare to think about what to do with Yan Yuan. He knew that there was an unbreakable destiny between him and Yan Yuan, and he just wanted Yan Yuan to come back safely. Even if only once.

Another hundred years in the blink of an eye.

The gravel between the fingers of time seems to be slow, but in fact it flows away quickly. Xuanlong’s expectations gradually turned numb, and even he himself began to be unsure whether the bowl of warm and delicious fish soup was just a relief for him. A sweet dream after a serious injury.

Ten thousand years later, Xuanlong stopped searching and stopped waiting.

The days are back to their former dullness, like a pool of stagnant water.

On the day of Xuanlong’s birthday, there was a crack at the junction between the mortal world and the ghosts. Tens of thousands of evil spirits came out of their nests. In the cholera world, Xuanlong went to the heaven to take orders, and together with Yan Weiheng, he led the heavenly soldiers to suppress and repair. When the sky was cracked, he was attacked by the evil spirit that escaped from it and injured his abdomen.

After returning to the Heavenly Realm, he returned to the bamboo forest courtyard in the East China Sea by himself. He even forgot to look for the Doctor Immortal, and just wanted to go home and have a good sleep.

Most of the time when he was injured, he curled up alone, and the wound would always heal anyway, so he didn’t take it seriously.

Due to the loss of blood and a little thirst, Xuanlong did not go to the bedroom on the second floor immediately, but pushed aside the bamboo fence to walk towards the kitchen on the first floor. When he looked up and saw the open kitchen door, he paused, not taking his hand back from the bamboo fence.

If I remember correctly, he should have closed the door when he left.

When he was concentrating, the sound of boiling water in the house came into his ears. Xuanlong closed the bamboo fence and walked slowly to the dining room. The closer he got, the slower his footsteps.

Xuanlong stopped at the door, and the busy people in front of the stove raised their heads and looked at each other.

This time, a full 120,000 years have passed.

[End of This Chapter]