I played the role of a cannon fodder scumbag, but I was the heartthrob

Chapter 245 Huajingmian Extra

Time passed slowly, for a very long time, so long that it seemed as if the whole world had become desolate.

During these long years, loneliness has been following me like a shadow and solitude has been lingering around me.

Recalling the moment when his master disappeared in his arms, Hua Jingmian's heart felt like it was pierced by a sharp knife, and he felt excruciating pain.

His world completely collapsed, and all colors faded to gray.

Staying in the master's bedroom, Hua Jingmian was immersed in pain when he saw the Feng Yin Sword placed on the wall and the two clay figures on the table.

He locked himself in this bedroom for a whole year and never took a step out.

Chang She came once and asked him to return to the Demon Realm to take charge of the situation, but he didn't receive a response and left dejectedly.

Feng Qingwu and Wuxia came over and said through the door, "Hua Jingmian, how long are you going to be depressed? Don't you forget what you promised your master?"

After that, Hua Jingmian opened the door and walked out of the bedroom.

After going through numerous hardships, Hua Jingmian took two hundred years to ascend.

When I stepped into this heaven that everyone longed for, I suddenly found that there was nothing here.

He has nothing, so how can he fulfill his master's last wish?

"Hahaha!"

When Hua Jingmian felt more ridiculous than ever before, a tear fell and a golden banner flew towards him.

The moment he opened his hand to catch it, it said: Welcome to become the God of the Planes.

Looking more closely, the golden banner merged into his body. In an instant, his body emitted a brilliant light, sacred and inviolable.

At the same time, the five sacred artifacts of the Jiugongmen sensed the birth of God and flew into the air as summoned.

Everyone from the Jiugong Gate ran out to see, only to see dragons and phoenixes dancing, colorful clouds floating, and all things full of new vitality.

Bai Wuxia sighed, "This divine weapon has finally returned to heaven."

Feng Qingwu beside him was unusually calm, as if she had grown up a lot overnight. "Whenever a new god of the plane is born, the artifact that protects this world will be returned to its original owner. The new cannot go without the old."

Bai Wuxia frowned, feeling grief-stricken, "But, some people can't come back."

Feng Qingwu also had tears in her eyes, sobbing, "Junior brother..."

……

The artifact revolved around Hua Jingmian and merged into one with him.

The golden light is sparkling and dazzling.

After disappearing, a black book appeared in front of him.

Hua Jingmian took it and read it, and knew everything.

The God of the Plane is responsible for the normal operation of this world and cannot arbitrarily change or interfere with the fate of anyone. However, whenever a new God is born, one wish of that God can be fulfilled.

Hua Jingmian thought of what he had promised his master, and his heart was filled with emotion. When he decided to fulfill this promise, Jiuyi's dark shadow floated over.

Madness was mixed with bewitching, circling around him like a ghost, so fast that it almost left an afterimage. "Hua Jingmian, don't you want to see Master again? Don't you want to renew your relationship with him?"

The tempting words, like an invisible force, pulled at his thoughts.

His eyes were focused, empty and lifeless, his breathing was rapid, "I want to."

Every moment, every minute, every second.

Jiuyi laughed, obviously satisfied with the answer, and continued to deceive people, "Then make another wish, like I did that time, so that you can see him again."

That's what he asked last time.

As long as he succeeds, he can go to the next dimension and renew his relationship with his master.

He was not reconciled.

Not reconciled.

Fine beads of sweat oozed out of Hua Jingmian's forehead, his brows were furrowed, and his cheeks twitched slightly.

Jiuyi took advantage of the situation to deceive people, "Once you fulfill his wish, even if his family and master come back, he can't come back. You might as well go to the next parallel world and continue your relationship."

Hua Jingmian was tempted to think, and said to himself, "This is not bad."

When Jiuyi was excited, Hua Jingmian's eyes flashed with clarity at the moment when he was about to sink.

He suddenly clenched his teeth, revealing a sense of determination. He formed seals with his hands, and stars lingered around him. "I pray that this world will be reset, and everything will return to the past. My master's soul will completely dissipate, never to enter the cycle of reincarnation, and no one will remember him anymore. He can obtain the true freedom he desires, and the Ye family of Zhennan City and Yu Jiuqing of Jiugongmen will be safe and happy."

Seeing his hope of starting over was shattered, Jiuyi cursed, "Fool, idiot, you are useless..."

His body was so painful that Jiuyi was extremely frightened and struggled continuously.

Hua Jingmian pinched him with the entire black mist and looked down upon all living beings. "I am a god, it is not your turn to point fingers at me."

"Crack!"

Hua Jingmian crushed him with her bare hands.

Let him be sorted and turned into ashes and blown away by the wind.

Hua Jingmian had no expression of either sadness or joy, as if he had already become numb.

He is different from Jiuyi.

Whether it is the soul or the choice.

If my selfishness destroys all parallel worlds and triggers a huge disaster, my master will definitely be very sad if he knows about it.

If he did it, wouldn't it be no different from Jiuyi?

Then how can he have the qualifications to like Master?

How can you like someone and not understand him? If you understand him, how can you not help him?

Whatever the Master wants, no matter how difficult it is, he must do it. This is his promise to him.

What's more, everyone has someone important to them. Giving everyone some hope is to plant the seeds of new hope for yourself, which may blossom and bear fruit one day.

……

Hua Jingmian was bored staying in heaven, so he came to the Ye family.

At this moment, the world has been reset and returned to normal.

Across the endless summer flower garden, through the gaps in the treetops, a little girl was seen pulling at Xiao Yezhao's sleeve.

Holding the candied haws, she said, "Brother Zhao Zhao, this is for you. Sing the song that auntie used to coax you to sleep to me, okay?"

Xiao Yezhao was unmoved, "No, that's for my future wife."

The little girl rolled her round eyes and said, "Just treat me as who I am."

"No." Xiao Yezhao ran away.

His ideal person must be a heroine who sees injustice and helps others with her sword, and continue the most beautiful love story like his parents.

The little girl hurried after him, "Wait for me, Brother Zhao Zhao."

Hua Jingmian looked at the backs of the two people running, vaguely remembered which song it was, and felt a pang of pain in his heart.

This time, the song was still the same song, but the singer was not his sweetheart.

He knew it at a glance.

With no intention of showing up, he left quietly.

He arrived at Jiugong Gate in stealth and saw that Yu Jiuqing had now accepted two disciples.

But for some reason, the position of the eldest disciple has always been reserved for someone.

When the two people in the snow were arguing over who should read a book first, the female disciple slipped and was about to crash into the stone table.

The male disciple didn't care about being angry, and quickly put his arm around her waist, changed his position, and bumped into the stone table first, groaning.

Another one of them lost his balance and rolled away.

"Junior sister, how are you? Don't scare me..." Seeing her eyes closed tightly, the male disciple was so anxious that he was at a loss. He didn't care about the injury on his lower back, and his voice was filled with tears.

When his golden beans fell, the female disciple suddenly opened her eyes and made a face at him, "Shame on you, Second Brother, you crybaby! Didn't you just bully me? Why are you still protecting me?"

"I'm not crying. You're just seeing things. It must be very painful if you fall. I'm tough and I'm not afraid. I have to protect you."

The male disciple stood up, his ears red, his eyes darting around, not daring to look at her.

Fortunately, after a while, the heat on his face subsided and he regained some composure.

He bent down to help her up and carefully brushed off the snowflakes on her body, not caring about the books they were fighting over.

The female disciple's lips curled up at the moment, but when she saw his glance, she quickly retracted her smile.

Her pretty face flushed red, her brows raised, and she twisted his arm, "Are you still mean to me?"

"No, no, senior brother was wrong, junior sister, please forgive me this time." The male disciple grinned and begged for mercy.

The two of them ran away playing and fighting, not caring about the book on the ground.

This scene seemed familiar, and Hua Jingmian couldn't help laughing. He almost laughed out loud, but tears flowed silently.

The wind made the books and papers on the ground rustle, and they stopped at a page with a line marked on it with a brush: Joy is fun, separation is painful, and there are even more foolish children among them.