The Journey of the Rainbow Dragon.

Chapter 190 Even if it is death, it will die

"That's right! Absolutely right, that's it!"

Ron looked at the familiar look and made sure he read it right.

This is the time rune stone he got from Tina before!
But in his hand is a fragment of the time rune stone, only a few hundredth of the size of the complete rune stone in the picture.

That thing is still worn on Ron's body. Although the effect of accelerating growth is very weak, it is better than nothing.

For this reason, Ron was also laughed at by Tina, saying that this was the first time she saw a dragon who wanted to grow old quickly.

Metal dragon hatchlings are a great time.

Because they have the personal care of their elders, they are basically not in any danger, and their childhood is happy and fulfilling, and they can even get some treasures from their parents without doing it themselves.

This is far from being like the five-color dragon next door. Every five-color young dragon wants to quickly pass the period of weakness and enter the legend.

After saying the name of this artifact, Ron fell silent again.

"I didn't expect this thing to be related to the real time rune. Maybe I should try to find it and complete it after I go back."

"I don't know what kind of power will crush this powerful artifact."

Ron looked at the flickering memory picture, thinking silently in his heart.

In the picture, the function of this artifact is fully demonstrated by the alien time dragon.

It can seal the power of time in the stone, making the passage of time extremely slow, and even save the time of a certain plane forever!
This can not only be used to fight the enemy, but also can be used to study the mysteries of time, which has endless uses.

Similarly, except for functions such as [Time Pause] and [Time Seal].

The permanent [Time Acceleration] that Ron is looking forward to most, this rune stone can also do it!
Ron saw with his own eyes that a starry sky behemoth was accelerated by this alien time dragon with the time rune stone to the point where its lifespan was exhausted, and it was wiped out!
If he could put it on himself, he might surpass the demigod level in an instant and step into the realm of real gods!

Just when Ron wanted to see how the boss fell and how the fragments of the true spirit entered the realm of the dead.

The memory picture in front of him suddenly disappeared.

The goddess of death resting on Ron's shoulder with her eyes closed also woke up slowly.

"This is."

Ron and the goddess of death exchanged glances.

The true spirit fragment obviously has no other memory storage.

It felt like I was halfway through the drama, and when I was about to get to the exciting part, I was suddenly prompted to open a super membership.

The key and even more tragic thing is that the two of them don't even know where the membership is.

Looking at Ron with an expectant look on his face, the goddess of death waved her hand and said helplessly:
"There are only so many pictures. After all, it's just a fragment of memory, not the whole true spirit."

The memory fragments scattered in the Past Life Grassland are the most important memory pictures of its owner's previous life.

It's ridiculous to say that life is so long, and there are only a few truly unforgettable pictures

In fact, the memory images of normal real spirits should only be a few thin pictures, and they are like a PPT photo that keeps going back and forth.

It is also commonly known as the marquee before dying.

True spirit fragments with a complete memory picture like the Alien Time Dragon can be said to be extremely rare, which is why the Goddess of Death lamented that Ron was lucky.

"Ok."

Ron nodded, not showing any disappointment.

Although he really wanted to look at other true spirit fragments, but seeing the tired look of the goddess of death, he gave up this idea.

Moderate desire is pursuit, excessive pursuit is greed.

This is the reason why greed is not enough to swallow elephants—suicide.

This time watching Time Dragon's true spirit memory fragments has gained a lot, there is no need to force the goddess of death to find other true spirits for him to filter and watch.

Although, Ron is sure that as long as he speaks, she will definitely agree to his request.
The Goddess of Death's preference for him can be felt even by a blind man, not to mention the sensitive Ron.

It's just that her heart is too heavy.

It was unacceptable for Ron to stay with her forever in the realm of the dead.

In addition to falling in love, loving and being loved may both hurt.

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after an hour

Grassland

Ron and the goddess of death arranged each other's clothes, then sat quietly on the grass filled with white light clusters, watching the black and white sunset slowly set.

The hands between the two did not let go after reading the memory, but naturally clenched.

The story of the alien time dragon seems to be still in front of Ron.

"There is a swell in the brain, and there is an illusion that there is a need to grow a brain."

Ron lay down on the black grassland, complaining casually.

Even with the filter of the Goddess of Death, watching other people's tens of thousands of years of memory from the first perspective in a short period of time still made him a little dizzy.

"Just looking at a fragment of a true spirit is such a waste of brain, I really don't know"

suddenly!

He stopped talking, quickly got up and turned his head to look at the Goddess of Death sitting next to him, holding the real spirit tea, with a peaceful face.

In an instant

Ron recalled what the goddess of death said to him when he first came to the realm of the dead:
"These are dissipated souls in the teacup. Only by drinking them and absorbing those redundant emotions can I turn them into newborns with no past life emotions and return to their respective worlds to reincarnate."

A large number of other people's true spirit memory fragments were stuffed into his mind instantly, and the number of them was measured in the universe!

that feeling
Ron suddenly reacted, he looked at the goddess of death and lost his voice:
"Wait, then if you drink this thing every day, don't you watch all the painful and beautiful memories calculated by the universe?"

After the Goddess of Death heard his question, her body leaning on Ron suddenly froze.

The wind blew across the grass, and the temperature in the entire Domain of the Dead seemed to drop a little.

Ron stared at the goddess of death, waiting for her answer.

"Well, of course, I will read all those things, so I fell asleep just now, little Ron, don't be angry."

The Goddess of Death just froze for a moment and then returned to calmness.

"And let me tell you, most of the broken true spirits leave painful memories. After all, the souls of ordinary people cannot reach me."

With a relaxed face, she replied as a matter of course, there seemed to be nothing wrong.

That's right, how can ordinary souls lose their souls? Presumably, the souls of the evil camp suffer this kind of fate more often, right?

Ron looked at the goddess in front of him in silence.

For her, it seemed that the pain of purifying the true spirit was not as important to her as Ron not being angry with himself.

breeze blows the grass
Bluebells as tall as a person swayed and made the sound of bells.

Ron opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

That is the true spirit of the entire multiverse, and it does not know how many evil and painful memories it contains.

One or two is fine, but on such a huge basis with the universe as the unit of measurement, the goddess of death is constantly absorbing and purifying these memory fragments
Won't she get tainted or break down?

Thinking of the way she always smiled when facing him, Ron felt strangely awkward.

It seemed that the words "this lunatic" said by the gods suddenly sounded in his ears, and the image of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood that the death rune showed him once again appeared in his mind.

Smiling Goddess of Death.
Goddess of death with bloody hands
Goddess of Death in chains.
Ron was suddenly a little dazed.

What will she be like in the face of other people or gods?

"Won't you feel pain? Absorb these things every day?"

After thinking about it again and again, Ron still uttered the biggest doubt in his heart, and he couldn't hold back this doubt.

The Goddess of Death tilted her head and thought about it carefully, then replied with a smile:

"Of course I will. It will be very sad at first, but then I get used to it."

"And I still have two secret weapons!"

"Two secret weapons?"

"Well, one of them is the me you see in the mirror."

Ron thought back to the little girl in the mirror, wearing metal shackles.

At first, I thought it was some ulterior secret hobby of the Goddess of Death.

Now she actually said that little girl is the secret weapon?
Ron asked with some doubts:
"Her? Can she help you avoid the pollution of memory fragments?"

"Of course it's impossible. If it had that kind of power, it wouldn't be like this."

The goddess of death shook her head, stopped talking about the little death, and said with a smile:

"She can just help me erase all emotions and memories when I feel that I can't hold on any longer, so that the new 'me' that has not experienced pain can start to purify the true spirit again."

Ron stared blankly at the goddess who had experienced all the pain in the world but was still smiling.

Erase all emotions and memories?

Is that still me?

"you"

Just as Ron was about to say something, the goddess of death covered his mouth.

She looked at Ron with soft pupils, and there was endless tenderness in her eyes:
"Little Ron, don't expect what I will be, and don't tell me what I should be. I know what I will be, even if it is what I don't like."

Probably the wind was too strong, blowing away his previous gentleness.

Ron was not persuaded this time.

He looked at the smiling goddess of death, pushed her hand away, and said seriously:

"But what's the difference between that and being dead?"

The wind stayed at this moment, and time seemed to stand still.

The goddess of death tilted her head and thought carefully, then nodded:
"That seems to be the case."

Then she seemed to think of something happy, smiled and said:
"So, even if you die, you will die."

"Little Ron, don't forget your oath~~"

For a moment, Ron was at a loss for words and didn't know what to say.

"Then it's fine if you don't do these things?"

he said softly

Although there had already been speculation, Ron couldn't help pointing out that he didn't want this clingy goddess of death to disappear.

"If you don't do it, the entire multiverse will fall into chaos and be completely destroyed in the end. In that case, those people and things that little Ron is familiar with will disappear forever."

The goddess of death looked up at Ron and said with a smile.

"Do you really want me to do this?"

She looked at Ron as if if he said that word, she could ignore the entire multiverse.

Ron bowed his head and remained silent.

Suddenly, he remembered what the Goddess of Death said before, if there were two secret weapons, what would the other be?
He raised his head, his eyes dodged a little:
"Besides that mirror, what's the other secret weapon?"

"Another one"

The breeze blew through the smooth hair of the goddess of death.

The braid that Ron braided with clumsy skills slowly unraveled.

The long white hair was flying in the air against the radiance, like a pure white ribbon, gently lingering around her.

"I won't forget little Ron."

The familiar scent of bluebells came, but Ron didn't refuse this time.

He probably knows what the other secret weapon is.

Facing the approach of the goddess of death, he took her hand and took her into his arms.

"As long as you can stay with me for a while, it will be great."

The Goddess of Death let Ron hug her tightly, and she leaned gently on Ron, looking at everything in front of her.

She dedicated all her tenderness to Ron, but never asked him to give her anything.

Perhaps, as long as she can watch him regain his life is her greatest wish.

As the sunset gradually set, the figures of the two slowly merged together.

same view

Because different people accompany you to appreciate it, it will give off a completely different scene.

now
Her beauty and calm overshadow everything around her.

Because of the existence of the goddess of death, the entire past life grassland has become no longer ordinary, as if she exudes a sacred light, making all the darkness and haze disappear.

"Little Ron, you know what?"

"In fact, death is not the end of life, but being forgotten by all beings in the world is."

Her eyes were blurred, and her white fingers gently stroked his face.

"The real death is when no one in the world remembers you, and all traces of your existence disappear silently."

The goddess of death leaned on Ron's shoulder and slowly closed her eyes, her peaceful face full of tenderness.

"As long as little Ron doesn't forget me, I'll be happy."

Ron looked at her and said seriously:

"Although my memory is not very good, at least I will not forget you, the bad woman who took my first time."

Regardless of whether it was the previous life or the present, due to various circumstances, Ron really hasn't had a formal girlfriend, let alone a goddess with whom he is in love.

So no matter from which point of view, his first blood was indeed taken by the Goddess of Death.

The Goddess of Death smiled lightly, as if she had expected him to say that.

She turned her head slightly and looked at Ron from the corner of her eyes, her smile was full of indescribable tenderness and warmth.

"Oh yeah? That would be great."

The corners of the Goddess of Death's mouth were slightly raised, with a bit of playfulness and relief, and her voice was loud and clear.

No matter how many repetitions, how many times of reincarnation.

As long as it is what he says, she is always willing to believe it without reservation.

Even though she has heard this sentence thousands of times, she still enjoys it.

"The stars in the sky often make me dream, and death is just stepping on the road to the stars"

Leaning against Ron, she hummed a nameless ballad softly.

The intermittent singing reverberated throughout the past life grassland, and the soft voice was filled with a kind of deep sadness and pain. The song seemed to be the cry and sustenance in her heart, containing endless emotions and thoughts.

On the boundless black grass, circle after circle of white true spirits gathered around the bodies of the two to form a ring, slowly floating.

In her singing, Ron seemed to have awakened his long-sleeping soul, inspired his inner strength and wisdom, and realized an emotion and existence beyond time and space.

Eternal Fall Canyon, Underworld, Reversed Stone Realm.
At this moment, the existence of countless planes of reincarnation in the multiverse heard that vague voice.

With the spirit as the audience, the world dances to it

The whole universe seems to be listening to her singing, as if paying homage to her beauty and tenderness.

This goddess not only possesses infinite power and wisdom, but also has a kind, warm and human heart.

She will not only know how to give honor and punishment like some gods, but more like a loving mother, always protecting the person she wants to protect.

Obviously the incarnation of death.

But at this moment, Ron saw the source of life in her.

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"In the abyss of life, I have witnessed the tenderness of death."

"In the arms of death, I feel the true meaning of life."

"The stars in the sky often make me dream. Death is just a journey to the stars."

"Time is like a burning candle that ignites the dance of our lives."

"Like the ever-flowing river in which life and death intertwine."

"My love, death is not the end of life, but oblivion is."

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