"One month is not long, it's not long." Ancestor Hongjun often comforted himself like this, suppressing the unfamiliar emotions that sprouted.

And the Donghuang Bell, which was protected, isolated and isolated by many barriers, did not breathe the familiar smell for the first time, did not feel the caress of the breeze for the first time, and did not see the white dancers on the blue screen for the first time.

It still doesn't understand the emotions of uneasiness, panic, and loss, and it doesn't know how to protest. Without outside help, it doesn't know how to make a sound to express its dissatisfaction, let alone how to twist its body to demonstrate.

It could only stay quietly in the exhibition cabinet, watching the creatures coming and going to watch it, and it seemed that it saw something familiar.

It has white clothes and silver hair, but it can't smell the familiar scent. (The barrier is too thick.) There are golden glazed tiles on its head, and there is still air around it. It can't do anything. It can't prove that there are fewer and fewer people outside.

, the outside of the barrier turned into darkness, and finally even the familiar

When the white clothes and silver hair also disappeared, it didn't know how to define that emotion. It wanted to imitate humans and cry "woo woo... woo woo...", but the bell did not ring, but it heard the water in its heart.

The flowing sound is what makes people’s eyes cry out for tears.

It was late at night, the front hall was closed and locked, and the moon and stars could not be seen. For the first time, Donghuang Zhong understood the true meaning of those words when people describe the night as "so dark...so quiet...so long..."

In the early morning, the sound of unlocking the door reached its ears, and then various creatures walked past it one after another. It searched eagerly for the figure with white clothes and silver hair, but was relieved to find him standing there.

From a distance, I kept looking at it, and occasionally other creatures would fight with him.

When greeting, the man with white clothes and silver hair felt a little uncomfortable. He turned his eyes and looked away, no longer daring to look at it. When others didn't pay attention to him, he kept looking at it secretly, as if he was at the top of Kunlun Mountain before, although his back was to it.

, close your eyes, but it knows that he has been secretly paying attention to it

Staring into each other's eyes, although Donghuang Zhong knew that he did not have pearl-like eyes, looking at the deep wolf-toothed eyes, he felt focused, and the emotions contained in them were the same as his.
Chapter completed!