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He was curious about where she went and what she did when she left home at the age of fifteen.

Time seemed to leap forward, and Nomiyama watched her dive into the sea with a shout, then followed after her.

The azure water turned to deep black, and then to dark blue, revealing the shape of the vast underwater palace.

Our first stop is the Dragon Palace.

"Hey! Cut some meat for me to eat."

Nomiyama's eyelids twitched as he looked at the person who had come to eat dragon meat just because he wanted to.

Couldn't you at least be a little more tactful? At least suggest buying it with money or something? Asking the other party to bleed money is just too much.

As expected, the long worm refused to obey.

So she took out her knife and began to cut her own flesh, instantly turning the deep blue of the sea red.

Not long after, Nomiyama looked at the dragon, who was now lying peacefully on the shore with his body wrapped in a white cloth, and then at the girl roasting meat in front of the fire, and fell silent.

They were quite reasonable; at least they didn't kill him, and they even kindly bandaged him up. They said they would cut off his flesh, and they really did.

"Why do you smell like chicken? Are you really a dragon?"

Xue Wan glanced suspiciously at Long, who was serving as a cushion beside her, and met her aggrieved eyes for a second.

"Never mind, I don't mind."

She sighed, stood up, dusted off her bottom, and waved the grilled meat in one hand and the grilled meat in the other: "Alright, I'll protect you from now on. If anyone bullies you, just tell me, and I'll stand up for you."

She took two steps, then jumped into the air and headed to the next location.

Nomiyama followed, glanced back at the dragon, and felt that he needed to go to the sea to take a look when he got back.

The next stop is the neighboring country, Song.

Nomiyama followed her as she changed clothes and wandered around carrying a wine jar, somewhat wanting to correct her about not drinking at fifteen.

"Knowing your immortal spirit transcends heat and cold, our meeting after a thousand years feels like a fleeting moment."

Ok?

Nomiyama turned his head and looked at the man by the roadside.

A lyricist surnamed Su?

"Great poem, mine." Xuexia Xuewan muttered softly as she looked over there.

Nomiyama looked at her with a twitching face. At the time, she said that she heard it from a friend. What kind of friend is that? She just heard someone recite a good poem on the roadside and then took it.

After she left, Nomiyama began to travel the world with her.

The bald man on the west side liked to talk about Buddhism, so she beat up the man across the street to see if the Buddha was there.

She's probably not here; she wrecked the entire Ling Mountain but didn't see the Buddha.

So she went down to the underworld, where she met those evil spirits and got to know the Yellow Springs.

He ascended to heaven and met Bai Yujing and the immortals.

But she didn't think those people were immortals, because they had never helped her and couldn't beat her.

There are no divine emperors in this world; she is her own savior.

Time passed in her whims, until one day, she took the rare opportunity to clean the long knife.

Actually, the material of that straight knife wasn't particularly good; in the following two years, she had plenty of opportunities to forge even better knives.

She simply no longer had any need for that; the knife in her hand was the best knife.

Furthermore, she often mentions that these are her mother's belongings...

After wiping the knife, she strolled leisurely along the road until she reached a desolate wasteland.

Looking at the empty field, Nomiyama realized what time it was.

As long as he keeps traveling through this wilderness, his destination will be his mountain.

"Boss, are you going to find him?"

Huang Quan appeared beside her at just the right moment, reached out and handed her a jar of wine.

Looking out into the desolate wilderness, Xue Wan took the wine jar and opened it: "Yes, let's go find him."

"Fighting?" Huang Quan blinked curiously.

"We'll definitely fight." Yukino Shinohara smiled and reached out to rub her head.

At this moment, they were both dressed in black samurai outfits, one large and one small.

Nomiyama watched her quietly. She had grown a lot taller in the past few years, and her past malnutrition had been made up for. Now, whenever she stood somewhere, she would appear tall and imposing, and coupled with her arrogance, she was incredibly cool.

"Do we really have to go find him? Actually, whether he's the strongest or not doesn't matter..." Huang Quan's voice lowered.

"What's wrong? Are you worried?" Yukinoshita Yukinoya looked at her with amusement.

“Because…he killed many immortals before. He didn’t have any extra emotions; he just felt it didn’t make sense, so he simply killed them.” Huang Quan looked up, a hint of worry in her eyes. “Big Sister, he’s different from humans, and he’s different from immortals.”

"I'm different too."

Snow fell softly in the evening. She lifted the wine jar, took two sips, and chuckled, "Huang Quan, do you know, sometimes, when someone is too unique, a problem arises."

She tossed the wine jar to Huang Quan and continued gazing at the weeds and wind in the wilderness: "For example, now that I'm so powerful, so powerful that I have no rivals in heaven or on earth, what should I do? Rule this world? Become the dictator of this world?"

"It's meaningless. I can get whatever I want too easily. Those things have no appeal whatsoever. I already have almost the entire world under my control. Why would I need to rule over them? This isn't some children's game."

She looked up at the orange clouds in the morning sky: "I originally wanted to go to the Star Sea, to travel among the stars and find something more interesting, but I was unwilling to leave without ever seeing him. What difference would that be from running away?"

"So I understand, this is fate."

Xuexia Xuewan reached out and rubbed Huangquan's head: "Do you know what fate is? It's something you can't escape. For the strongest me, the only unknown is him, so I have to go see him. Only after I've seen him will the world truly be clear."

"I'm so unique, that's why I had to run into someone just as unique."

"Isn't it interesting? I'm really curious about what my fate is?"

Huang Quan opened his mouth, but remained silent.

Nomiyama stood to the side, watching her laugh heartily, and pursed his lips.

Actually, she would have had a better life if she hadn't come to see him. If this world is boring, go out and go to the Star Sea. The Star Sea is infinitely vast and has infinite possibilities.

Even if she doesn't go out, the world offers her everything she wants, and it doesn't affect her happiness at all.

Eat whatever meat you want, fight if you want, and soak in a wine cellar if you want to drink.

You can do whatever you want, as long as you're free.

But now that he's gone, all that freedom he's had these past few days is gone, and it will all be wasted on him.

"Alright, see you later."

Snow falls on a snowy evening, I casually murmured, and took a step.

Nomiyama instinctively reached out and grabbed her swaying wrist.

It passed right through.

He looked up at the person whose sleeves were fluttering in the morning light, but decided not to follow.

It was subconscious; my body acted before my mind, wanting to pull her back.

My first reaction was to stop the next thirty years, but upon further reflection, I realized that those thirty years were unavoidable.

"The snow falls late into the night, why do you insist on coming to see me?"

Reaching out, Nomiyama tore apart the memories before her eyes and reopened them.

"Kazehaya, are you alright?"

Nomiyama snapped out of his daze, looked at Megumi not far in front of him, shook his head, and exhaled: "I'm fine."

He thought of a scene from the movie "Love Letter," so he smiled slightly and asked, "How are you?"

Kato Megumi nodded gently: "I'm fine."

"That's good."

Nomiyama looked down at the person still fast asleep on his lap and said softly with a hint of apology, "Megumi, can we postpone the housewarming party? We can start it after I get home, and I'll cook then."

Kato Megumi nodded: "Okay, it's better to decide these things early."

She took two steps forward, reached out and stroked his cheek: "You don't seem very happy right now."

Nomiyama rubbed that hand: "Megumi misunderstood. I was just too happy, which made me a little emotional."

"Too happy?"

"You can't help but feel happy when someone likes you so much."

"Sister Xuewan?"

"Yes."

Nomiyama kept his voice down, but he could still sense that the person lying down had woken up. Slightly embarrassed, he said, "Megumi, you should go back first. I probably won't be home for dinner tonight."

Kato Megumi glanced down and said without objection, "Then I'll head back now."

"OK, good night."

Goodnight, early wind.

Kato Megumi said goodnight, but instead of backing away, she leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek.

"I also love Kazehaya so much."

As the soft words faded, the gentle girl vanished.

Nomiyama grinned foolishly.

"When I kissed my man in front of him, what the younger generation said seemed to make no problem, but Hui was the one in the biggest trouble."

Xue Wan opened her eyes and looked at him: "She even dares to NTR to his face now."

Nomiyama suppressed his smile, lowered his head and touched her forehead, gently rubbing against her.

"Thank you, Hui is my first wife, you are the one who is NTR'd."

Chapter 306 My Home is Where My Heart Finds Peace

"Didn't finish watching?"

"No."

How many did you watch?

"Until I see you come looking for me."

I thought you would finish reading it.

"I also thought I would finish watching it."

Nomiyama helped her up, and they leaned their shoulders together.

He gazed at the calm lake, thinking of that unruly girl: "I watched you kill, watched you eat meat, flew through the air and burrowed underground, playing games in this world. You were free, you had a wider scope than I did, yet you walked towards me, and I..."

He couldn't finish his sentence.

“I’m very happy.” Yukino Yukinoshita leaned her head on his shoulder, gazing at the lake. “You might think that those thirty years were just about being wronged and restricted, but that’s not how it is for me. I’m really happy.”

"The wind blows early. I saw the edge of the world when I was young, which is not a good thing."

She stood up, waved her hand, and removed all the petals from the lake. Then she looked up at the bright moon, her tone leisurely.

"Most people spend their lives pursuing freedom, as if being free from constraints is a wonderful thing. I experienced that feeling when I was thirteen. I could do whatever I wanted. But what did I want to do?"

"When you are truly free from all constraints and can get whatever you want, what should you do? This is probably an exceptionally luxurious kind of sorrow. I have gained the greatest freedom in the world, but I can't find what I want. I am immortal, I am almost omnipotent, and my life is so long. Therefore, I am worried about where I will end up."

"A person needs a place to go when they are alive."

"The wind blows early, and home is where my heart finds peace."

Snow fell late into the night, and she turned around, her smile brighter than the moon behind her.

Nomiyama stared at her blankly, watching snowflakes gradually fall on her shoulders and touch her eyebrows.

Watching those glistening, bright red ripples.