Chapter 1416 No One Is Hateful!

In the Spiritual Realm, he sensed the wisp of consciousness that was separated.

Although it was weak, that wisp of consciousness had possessed all the love, all the hatred, and all the suffering and pain in his life.

It made him feel jealous occasionally in the Spiritual Realm. What kind of feeling was that strong?

After Jimo Ya died, he also descended from the Spiritual Realm and merged all his consciousness into the carrot monster. After the two memories merged, he seemed to have experienced all the joys and sorrows of Jimo Ya.

His heart was not unshakable!

His always firm heart was unconsciously affected by those emotions.

Just like at this moment, the look he gave to Huan Qingyan and Jimo Anning was softer than ever before, hiding joy and throbbing.

He seemed to be divided into two halves.

One half was emotion, and the other half was reason.

His emotions were so excited that they seemed to rush out of his body and embrace the woman he once loved deeply in front of him, and his own blood.

Reasonably and ruthlessly suppressed the emotion.

As a book saint, he had to stay calm at all times for the sake of the people of the world, for the future of Lingbao Continent and Lingzun Realm, and not be overwhelmed by the strong emotions!

However, at this moment, looking at Huan Qingyan's eyes looking at him, there was no longer the feeling of the past when she looked at him, as if there was only him in her eyes, and her eyes were as bright as the stars in the sky.

He was both a book saint and Jimo Ya, and this feeling made him feel quite complicated.

After explaining the cause and effect, he hesitated for a moment in the shocked eyes of Huan Qingyan and Jimo An Ning, and finally spoke: "We all follow the way of heaven, and fate plays tricks on people. Huan Qingyan, the most important thing at present is how to deal with and save all living beings. Have your father Yao Sheng and mother Feng Huang appeared in the world?"

"Yes."

Huan Qingyan felt that the whole person was confused, angry, and a little sad!

Who is he? Who is Jimo Ya? Who are everyone else?

They are all pawns of the ** control!

I am pathetic, but Jimo Ya is even more pathetic!

He has no choice but to be controlled by the so-called fate and responsibility all his life, even his emotions can be controlled.

Thinking about it now, she suddenly felt distressed, distressed for herself, distressed for Jimo Ya, and distressed for Xiaobao!

What is her family?

She finally understood why her husband, who was so affectionate the day before, turned his face and broke off all ties with her just because he listened to other people's slander.

She can also understand how Jimo Ya hated himself and regretted after he woke up, and let regret and pain gnaw at his heart every night.

In the end, he wanted to die and be free!

She understood! Everything was understood!

But the Jimo Ya who loved her and had never changed was dead!

Thinking of this, she was sad from the heart, but she would no longer cry, even if her heart was in pain, regretful, and sad, she could no longer shed a tear.

With red eyes, Huan Qingyan stared at the familiar yet strange face in front of her. He was Jimo Ya, but not Jimo Ya.

There seemed to be love in his eyes, which was Jimo Ya's obsession, but more of it was calmness and rationality, which was the unshakable original intention of the Saint of Calligraphy for thousands of years.

She wanted to hate, but found that there was no one to hate!

She wanted to complain, but there was no one to complain!

It was not until this moment that Huan Qingyan finally understood the loneliness and solitude that penetrated deep into her bones.