Chapter 2609
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The Spirit Tree squatted on the ground until a trace of Meng Qiu's soul slid across its fingertips. Only then did it slowly stand up. It didn't turn back to look at Qin Song and the others. It only raised its eyes and looked at the direction where Meng Qiu's soul dissipated.
That was the child it had raised for thousands of years …
It had watched him grow up, watched him become sensible, watched him manage the entire Soul World in an orderly manner, and also watched him walk towards destruction step by step. It had witnessed Meng Qiu's entire life, but it was powerless to save him.
The Spirit Tree was the source of all souls. It didn't understand the seven emotions and six desires that humans possessed. Too many emotions would only make its soul impure. It had always thought that this was the right thing to do, but it had never thought that it was this kind of sentimental yet ruthless attitude that had destroyed Meng Qiu.
"Qin Song." The voice of the Spirit Tree suddenly sounded.
"Qin Song is here."
"Did I do something wrong?"
Qin Song was slightly taken aback. He wanted to say something, but his voice seemed to be stuck in his throat. It was so painful.
Was the Spirit Tree wrong?
It was fair, tolerant, and benevolent. It treated all the souls in the Soul World the same. This was the most precious quality of a superior, and for the Soul World, this was a good thing.
However, on the contrary, the Spirit Tree's benevolence was overflowing. Any spirit envoy was equal in front of it, but for the spirit envoys who were deeply in love, this was no longer a good thing, but a kind of torture.
When such feelings welled up, what he wanted was not to be treated the same as everyone else, but to be treated like one of a kind.
Qin Song suddenly remembered that when he was in the Lower Realm, he had heard a joke from the people of the Lower Realm:
If what you give me is the same as what you give others, then I don't want it.
What the heart desired was not the same, but different.
Qin Song didn't know how to answer and could only remain silent. In his heart, he also had such a demanding but unobtainable desire …
"Spirit Tree, none of this is your fault! It's … it's Master who thought wrongly and took the wrong path. It has nothing to do with you. " Long Jiu suddenly opened his mouth. Originally, he had already broken off all ties with Meng Qiu, but when he saw Meng Qiu's regretful tears after he left, he suddenly let go of the past and finally called him Master.
A teacher for a day is a father for a lifetime. Even if he was wrong, the dead are dead …
The Spirit Tree looked up at Long Jiu.
It was the first time that Long Jiu looked at the Spirit Tree in human form. For a moment, he was at a loss. His face turned red and he quickly lowered his head.
The appearance of the Spirit Tree was really beautiful.
Meng Qiu had disappeared forever, and the Spirit Tree had regained its freedom. This was supposed to be a happy event, but the obsession that caused Meng Qiu to commit all these crimes had caused everyone to involuntarily fall into deep thought.
All of a sudden, Jun Wu Yao thought of everything that had happened in the dreamland. In the dreamland, because of her disappearance, "he" had fallen into an endless obsession and eventually destroyed everything, including himself. In a trance, Jun Wu Yao felt that he seemed to be able to understand Meng Qiu's despair and desperation at that moment.
His gaze involuntarily fell upon the figure of Jun Xie beside him.
If such a thing happened to him, would he really destroy everything like "himself" in the illusion?
Perhaps sensing Jun Wu Yao's gaze, Jun Wu Xie suddenly raised her head, her clear eyes meeting Jun Wu Yao's eyes. Within those bright eyes, his countenance was reflected, and deep within her eyes, Jun Wu Yao could see that he was the one and only person that was marked upon him.
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