The Journey of the Rainbow Dragon.

Chapter 187 The Horror of the True Spirit

The goddess of death heard the words, turned her head and took a deep look at Ron, then shook her head and said:
"It should. Yes, but I'm not sure if He still exists or not."

"That"

A plain white finger suddenly stood in front of his lips, blocking Ron's mouth as he was about to continue speaking,

The goddess of death looked at him with a smile:
"Little Ron, you have already asked two questions. What price do you want to pay for the extra questions?"

The white and slender fingertips lightly brushed Ron's lips, and a trace of charm spread between the two.

Ron glanced at the fingers next to his mouth, forced to resist the instinct to take a bite, curled his lips and pretended to be disdainful and said:

"If you don't say it, don't say it, and you still want to lie to me, thinking that I am stupid and sweet!"

"If little Ron is so smart, it will be difficult to find a partner in the future~"

"Hehe, with my appearance, the dragons chasing me can be ranked from the astral world to the realm of the dead!"

"But in that case, I would be very jealous~"

"I don't!!!"

The familiar warmth made the clouds in the sky shyly hide.

The shadows of the two quietly merged into one at this moment.

Like
Light falls into the mortal world and blends with the dust.

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Time is always passing by inadvertently.

In a blink of an eye, Ron had been in the Realm of the Dead for four days.

In the past few days, he lived a life of "working at sunrise and resting at sunset" with the goddess of death on this vast grassland.

"There are still three days left, and I'm leaving. Are we 'wasting' time on this Pastoral Grassland these days?"

Ron was lying on the grassland, his whole body was in the shape of a "wood", his eyes were staring blankly at the black and white sky.

The white sea of ​​true spirits is constantly surging in the sky, like the tide of the sea.

This made him miss the life when he first arrived in Oracle Town.

At that time, I was full of food and sleep every day, and I occasionally manipulated the vice-principal trio and Gandalf behind the scenes to do small things
For example, add some new dishes such as mouse head and duck neck to the school cafeteria. (Yes, there are mouse-headed ducks in this magical fantasy world.)
There is no need to "work hard" every day to do physical work like now.

"When I go back, I have to ask Gandalf where he got the red fruit, and I have to drink some myself."

Ron thought silently in his heart.

"What's the matter? Is little Ron tired of being here?"

The Goddess of Death appeared in front of him silently, sat beside Ron with a chuckle and hugged his shoulders.

Then, she lowered her body, leaned against Ron's ear and said slowly:

"Or... Tired of me?"

The warm and soft breath tickled his ears.

At this time, the two were lying in a quiet corner of the past life grassland, and the pale sunlight shone on them through the leaves.

Not warm, but bright enough.

Just like the love of death, straight to the source.

Several bluebells around were chirping cheerfully, as if they had become witnesses of their emotions.

In the pure black sky, the white true spirit clouds floated leisurely like sheep, and the flowers around him exuded a faint fragrance, filling a peaceful and warm atmosphere.

"You know I don't mean that."

Ron turned his head away from the fiery gaze, preventing her from continuing to tease him.

This level of stimulation has no effect on him.

Dragons always grow, and this iridescent baby dragon managed to learn a lot of strange new things in just a few days.

Now Ron can already talk about "Jackie Chan" with the goddess of death without changing his face.

A missing strand of silver-white soft hair fluttered in the wind.

Today's Goddess of Death is wearing a black robe, and her hair is still the "trendy double-whip hairstyle" braided by Ron.

She looked at the black and white border in the distance, and took small sips of the real spirit tea with a white porcelain teacup in her hand, not continuing to tease Ron.

Surrounding her were clusters of white true aura clusters.

They seem to be attracted by some kind of gravity, constantly floating up and down around the body of the goddess of death.

"What the hell are these things? Why don't you let me touch them?"

Ron straightened up, looked at the white light ball in the distance and couldn't help asking curiously.

In the past few days, he also wanted to try to catch this kind of light cluster all over the [Past Life Grassland] to see what it was at a close distance.

It's a pity that this kind of behavior has been interfered by the goddess of death and failed.

The Goddess of Death gently waved her hand, gently dispelling the surrounding light clusters.

"This place is called Past Life Grassland. Just like its name, it is said that you can see the memory of your previous life here."

Hearing this, Ron's eyes lit up, and he said excitedly:

"Then is there my previous life here?"

If there is an opportunity to look at the memory of your previous life, everyone will choose to look at it secretly, right?
After all, no matter who they were, they had fantasized that they might have been some great generals who defended their home and country in their previous lives, or gods from the fourteen states of Yijian Frost and Cold.

The Goddess of Death looked at the excited Ron, and raised the corners of her mouth slightly:
"Haven't you heard a word?"

"What?"

"Legends are all about deceiving three-year-olds."

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Looking at Ron with a speechless face, he looked like he had eaten a duck neck.

The Goddess of Death leaned back and forth with a smile, and it took a while before she stopped.

"Okay, okay, I'm not joking with you, little Ron, don't be so stingy."

Seeing Ron who turned his head away from her again with a dark face, the goddess of death didn't dare to tease him anymore.

She suppressed a smile and said slowly:

"Actually, this is the area where the fragments of past life memories that fell from their bodies gathered before I purified the true spirits."

"Because of this, there are many past fragments of the warm and beautiful memories of the soul floating here."

After hearing this, Ron's expression eased a little, he turned his head and asked in doubt:
"Then why don't you let me see and keep dismissing them?"

The Goddess of Death curled her lips and said reluctantly:

"To be able to come here and be firmly remembered by the true spirit must be the most unforgettable and unforgettable memory in life."

"The reason I don't want you to touch it is also to prevent you from falling into those memories and not wanting to come out."

"Although it's 'no danger', it would be a waste of time. You've only been here for a few days!"

".Fine."

Ron sighed with emotion, and understood what she had done these days.

The Goddess of Death was so possessive of herself that she didn't want to be separated from Ron for a second.

Seeing Ron's helpless expression, the Goddess of Death suddenly took his hand and asked seriously:
"Does little Ron really want to see other people's true spirit memories?"

"Did not you say."

"Just say you want it or not?"

"miss you!"

Ron spoke his mind honestly.

For the vast majority of intelligent creatures, they will feel a subtle thrill and excitement when they peek into other people's secrets, which is an instinct.

Not to mention that gossip is the nature of rainbow dragons. This group of legendary dragons who like to watch dramas like to watch impressive pictures the most.

It is even more irresistible to the memory picture engraved in the soul floating on the grassland of the past.

It is true that curiosity can kill the dragon.

After getting an affirmative answer.

The goddess of death got up, pulled Ron to stand up and said solemnly:

"Since little Ron wants to see it, I'll show you it!"

"But you have to be careful not to fall into the deep memory. The memory fragments of the true spirit are different from the memory of the soul. If you are not careful, the emotion of the true spirit may be completely branded on your soul!"

"That is to say, once you are addicted to it, it is likely to make you feel that you are the person in the memory fragments, thus completely changing your thinking."

Ron opened his eyes wide:
"Then you just called it harmless?!"

"Unknowingly becoming another person's personality and memory, is this already personality modification and ideological imprint?"

The serious expression on Goddess of Death's face suddenly changed, and she said with a smile:

"But don't worry, with me here, if little Ron gets addicted to it, I will provide you with a "wake-up" service."

After speaking, she took Ron with one hand, and with the other hand, she casually touched a white light floating nearby.

The faint fluctuation of the power of death swept away, causing the entire past life grassland to fall into a state of stillness in an instant.

Looking at the smiling face of the goddess of death, Ron always felt a little bad.

This so-called "wake-up" service is not a physical wake-up, right?
Before he could say a few more words, an unspeakable feeling slowly entered Ron's mind along the hand of the goddess of death.

It's like diving into an ice pool in summer, the excitement goes straight to the sky.

Ron felt his thoughts being swallowed up in an instant.

The silver-white real dragon controlling time, the Mobius ring representing eternity, the hour-like tail, and the icy and snowy scene
He couldn't control his body, and countless memory fragments appeared in his mind, as if pictures flashed before his eyes.

"Is this the true spirit fragment?"

Ron only had time to let out one last sigh, and then he completely entered the world of memory fragments.

At the same time, his body fell backwards uncontrollably.

A pair of gentle arms gently embraced Ron's limp body, catching him in a princess hug posture.

But different from the fairy tale, this time it was the prince who fainted.

The goddess of death looked at the peaceful face of the man in her arms, and gently put him on the lawn.

Although Ron had already entered the world of memory, his left hand subconsciously held the right hand of the Goddess of Death tightly.

She looked at the tightly clenched hands, smiled and held them backwards, and then looked up at the endless sea of ​​true spirits in the sky.

At this moment, she was in a daze.

In the boundless pastoral grassland, black and white intertwined.

tender souls will meet
Clean spirits will mingle
"If we say that the palm represents the past and the back of the hand represents the future"

"Then what will be the result of the fusion of the past and the future?"

after a long time

The Goddess of Death who came back to her senses shook her head, and then a cup of true spirit tea appeared out of thin air in front of her.

She caught the white porcelain teacup and looked at the setting sun in the distance.

"It seems... it's almost time."

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