Fengshenzhi, I didn't want to fall in love with Nuwa

Emperor Xin, son's surname, first name Shou.

A tyrant who is as famous as Xia Jie.

Zi Shou looked at the person in front of him again, but found that this person was a bit weird. Although he was really standing there, Zi Shou gave Zi Shou a false feeling, as if this person was imagined.

Zishou suddenly noticed that this person's body was blurred. No matter how carefully he looked at it, it was like ink dripping on water, a blurry mass.

There is only one face, which is still clear.

"You are King Zhou?!" Memory fragments suddenly came to mind, Zishou said.

The middle-aged man showed anger on his face, as if he was very dissatisfied with the title: "I am not some King Zhou, I am Di Xin! My name is Zishou!"

Zishou muttered to himself: "Zi Shou...if you are Zishou, then who am I?"

He wasn't sure about his identity, but he vaguely felt that the name was very friendly.

The middle-aged man King Zhou heaved a long sigh: "You are also Zishou, you are the Zishou who took away my body, you occupied my body, my Jiang Qian, my child, and my daughter." For a long time, I have been huddled in the depths of your soul with remorse, waiting carefully for the opportunity to return."

His tone was light, but there was no resentment or hatred.

A blank look appeared on Zishou's face: "I occupy your body?"

He seems to have forgotten this memory.

King Zhou looked at him indifferently: "All this time, I have been Cannian peeping at what you do, and thinking about how to get back your body... You lost yourself when you entered the Haotian mirror. Did the voice remind you? If it wasn’t for me, you would have died inside. But you don’t have to be grateful, I’m just afraid that I won’t be able to get out.”

Zi Shou couldn't recall this memory, he said earnestly and apologetically, "I'm sorry, I've forgotten it, I can't seem to remember anything."

King Zhou said: "Of course you can't remember it. You activated the Zhuxian sword formation and wiped out your emotions and memories. Even if you borrow someone else's soul to resurrect, it's not you anymore."

There was a bit of schadenfreude in his tone, but then he sighed in pain: "I wanted to take advantage of your memory to occupy a new soul, but when I tried my best, I found that I couldn't do it at all."

"Can't do it?" Although the person in front of him repeatedly said that he wanted to regain his body, Zi Shou didn't show any fear at this time.

King Zhou looked at him coldly and said: "I thought I was the remnant soul hiding in the depths of your soul, so I wanted to take back your body and kill you. Not really, it’s just a remnant with memory, not only unable to occupy the new soul, but dissipated with the passage of time. Maybe my existence was not an accident at all, but was deliberately left behind as a reminder of your existence.”

Zishou asked, "Do you hate me?"

King Zhou shook his head and said, "Hate? I hated it to the bone before, wishing to take back my body and devour you every day. But I didn't see my original ending from your memory until your primordial spirit collapsed."

King Zhou smiled wryly, and continued: "After getting all your memories, I don't hate you anymore. But I still refuse to give up, I want to take this new one from you, without a trace of memory, without a trace of emotion, An almost flawless primordial spirit. But it wasn't until I did that that I realized that my remnants were disappearing..."

King Zhou’s eyes dimmed, and he said: “I’m like a USB flash drive that stores files. Although it stores all the files on the computer, it can’t replace the computer after all... The only function is to transfer files to the computer. Can you hear this analogy? Gotta understand?"

Zishou suddenly realized: "You mean, you are just a tool to be kept by my side, the only function is to store all the memories I have experienced, and return the memories to me until the critical moment?"

King Zhou nodded slowly: "Although this USB flash drive has its own thoughts, it is absolutely impossible to replace the computer. Maybe someone set up this game a long time ago. It is not a fluke that I can save a little remembrance. That person did it on purpose. In order to return all the memories to you at this time."

Zishou said, "You don't have to do that."

King Zhou shook his head: "The Great Merchant needs a human emperor. After all, he is the Great Merchant Emperor. How can he bear to see the Great Merchant die just like that? How can he have the face to meet his ancestors like that?!"

Zishou was silent. This King Zhou didn't seem to be that tyrant, but he thought it was true. The reason why King Zhou became a tyrant was also due to Su Daji's scheme to deceive the saints, and King Zhou was taken away a long time ago.

"Ancestors? Can you go to see your ancestors with only remnants left?" Zishou asked.

King Zhou didn't answer this question, or he didn't want to answer at all: "I will return to your original source, and when the remnants dissipate, I will return all the memories to you. I don't ask for anything else, but one thing for you. "

"Tell me." Zishou said.

King Zhou said: "Be kind to Jiang Qian..."

He sighed in pain: "I love Jiang Qian, I love myself more than myself, but from your memory, I saw that you burned Jiang Qian and gouged her eyes...I feel ashamed of her..."

The figure of King Zhou gradually sank into the son's body.

Zishou said: "In fact, those things have never happened in this life..."

King Zhou said: "Those who have done those things must have done it...Although I hate you, you never thought of killing Jiang Qian..."

His voice faded away, as if his remnants were about to dissipate, and more and more memories gradually appeared in Zishou's mind.

Traveling to King Zhou, sending Fei Zhong to fight Beihai...Meeting Deng Chanyu, being hunted down by Ma Yuan, having troubles with Longji in the cave, meeting Nuwa in Beihai...Zhuxian Formation, Ten Thousand Immortal Formation, and finally using the Zhuxian Sword Formation to destroy Zhun Ti...died in Nuwa's arms...

Memories come one after another, and lost emotions gradually come back.

"There is no void in the universe here, but among the new souls, the reason why you can't get out is because you haven't merged with the new souls... Zi Shou, I'll return the memory to you, and you must rejuvenate me... "

King Zhou said in a low voice.

"I will. Dashang may not last forever, but it will never be destroyed within 1000 years." Zishou promised.

Zishou didn't communicate much with King Zhou, but he knew that he was devoted to great business, and would rather disappear his remnants than fight for his promise.

Perhaps the atrocities recorded by later generations of King Zhou were not so unbearable, and he was by no means the unspeakable tyrant.

King Zhou's voice became lower and lower: "...Okay, 1 years is too long, and a thousand years is enough... You have to be careful of Luo Hu, he left behind in your origin... I used to read from your memory... Seeing the immeasurable calamity that is enough to destroy a saint..."

The sound stopped, and King Zhou's remnants completely disappeared.

Zishou said softly, "I see."

Withdrawing his memory and emotion, he already knew what to do. He sat cross-legged at the moment, performed his profound arts, raised his thoughts in all directions, and passed through the infinite darkness.

"This primordial spirit is actually..."

"Quite mention?!"

Dangdang, anyone guessed it?If you guessed it, come and get a little red flower! [flower]

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