It should have been like that... It was such a poem, like a butterfly in love with a flower.
Until the end, what is presented to the viewers is nothing more than a farce of a moth disappearing into a fire.
The debris pouring into the eyes forced tears out. Before the tears flowed out, waves of memories that did not belong to anyone present rushed into the eyes overwhelmingly. Some fragmentary fragments are presented in everyone's field of vision without interruption.
In rainy season, dark and humid corners.
There are cyan, fluorescent, translucent ores everywhere.
It's Qing Lize.
Under the dead tree covered with mold and moss mushrooms, there lay an indescribable mass. The human-like outline is vaguely discernible, but there are hundreds of unknown Gu insects swarming on it. A few white bones were exposed from among the bloodless carrion, and more places were hollowed out. It won't be long before they eat up all the evidence of living things.
The man in red clothes and black hair came here.
He leaned down and looked at this unknown thing, his face expressionless.
It's Lord Xueyue.
"Isn't this look ridiculous?"
A woman's voice came, soft and sweet.
"Is this happening?"
Lord Xueyue did not look back, he said so. The female voice was a little surprised.
"Don't you think it's disgusting? Such an ugly look..."
"It's nothing special. Compared with those people who wear beautiful skin but are full of snakes and scorpions inside, at least this look is real. The more honest you are, the more beautiful you will be."
"You said that, I am quite touched."
Lord Xueyue bent down and picked up a hatching pupa from the body that was constantly moving with things. The life inside lurks quietly, as motionless as death. It was so cold that I went from shivering to the point where I no longer had the strength to even shiver. May is getting warmer, which is the most suitable time for bugs to be active, but the weather has been bad recently and it is always rainy. Under the heavy clouds, there was no trace of sunlight.
If the weather doesn't clear up, this little cocoon may never emerge.
"I don't know what to do."
This sentence probably has a lot of meaning hidden in it. Lord Kutsutsuki turned around and looked at the beautiful woman hovering in the air behind him. She wore a green and blue Qiluo, some silver ornaments, and a emerald hairpin on her head. That bit of green is like a kind of colorful and flickering butterfly wings. Even the weak skylight in the rainy season lights up her cool and stunning temperament. It's just that she looks light and ethereal, as if you can reach out and penetrate her.
She smiled lightly, with a bit of gratitude and weariness.
"The Book of Life and Death says you are not dead."
Lord Xueyue held the thin cocoon in one hand and clasped it on it with the other hand. He said this to the woman.
"The way I look like this, do you think I can still be called alive?"
"I don't think so."
The patter of rain stopped at some point, and the light among the forest leaves became a little brighter. The rain became sparse and fell more slowly, and the chirping of some birds could be heard in the faint sound of rain.
This is a lonely soul. There is no way in the world and no door in hell. I am alone, wandering in this world without warmth. I don’t know where it starts, I don’t know when it ends, I just wander in the endless variety of phenomena. All this rise and fall, blooming and withering, prosperity and destruction have nothing to do with her. She is no longer a member of the human world, but an eternal spectator.
"There is nothing we can do." Lord Kutsutsuki said, "You can come with me. There is no point in wandering around the world all the time."
"It wouldn't be a bad thing if a concubine like this could have some fun."
"It won't be very interesting -" he spread his hands, "but at least it won't be boring."
A soft, frail little life squeezed out from this crowded cocoon. Its wings could not fully open, like paper soaked in water. It works hard little by little and slowly unfolds itself. This process may take a long time, but Kutsutsuki-kun's patience is always unpredictable. He blew gently, and the warmth of the lotus fragrance was like a strong wind, and the wings of the young butterfly were like propped up sails. He gently raised his hand forward, and the butterfly jumped up, passed through the gaps in the forest leaves, nimbly dodged the sparse raindrops, and flew away towards the sunshine beyond the sea of green leaves.
This is probably the story back then, a hundred years ago.
Mu Wan clenched his hands and complained almost coldly:
"This is what you look down on." Her face turned stiffly in the direction of Lord Kuchtsuki, "It's futile, stupid, meaningless self-sacrifice—it's better to say, self-destruction. What is she fighting against? ? Even now, you still can’t understand."
"Oh, you still remember what I said back then. It's almost word for word."
His tone was still joking, but his expression was a little hard to describe. It's not ugly, but it's not calm either. Others didn't quite understand what they were talking about. After all, this was something "Qing Nu" Dan said to Mu Wan alone. She wasn't angry about this, because she could clearly see the wavering on the man's face. As for what kind of wavering, she didn't know, as long as it made him feel unhappy, that was enough.
"Do you still think so? Do you still think so? This is the kind of love you despise the most! It's hypocritical, boring, dirty, and downright pure. It's fine for any reason, but until now, you're still laughing come out!"
"Why should I laugh? It's not funny."
She almost thought he was just stating the truth.
"If you really think so, that would be great."
It is indeed a touching story, but it is a pity that Tang He does not feel that it has anything to do with him. He had withdrawn from this absurd memory earlier and wounded Huailan - seriously. She fell to the ground, a strong fishy smell burst out from her mouth, and a mouthful of new blood splashed into the soil in front of her, slowly spreading.
Next, Lord Xueyue will take action against Mo Liang, Shan Hai knows it very well. He Qinggong stepped forward and hugged Mo Liang who was trying to swing the knife again. When Shanhai pushed him away, he pulled him up and found that his face was actually shining.
"you……"
"I didn't cry." He wiped away tears, "My eyes were blinded by the dust."
That's not a story worth touching - Shanhai can understand him, it's just touching. After all, this is still a young child. However, when the character in the story is the enemy in front of you, it does not mean that the sadness can be smoothed away.
"Don't take action again." He said, "Your life... is in danger. Don't do anything that makes the people who love you sad anymore. The rest..."
"I would be more upset if I didn't."
"Leave the rest to us."
Shan Hai insisted on finishing his words. Dai Luan threw her knife to him, and he raised his hand to catch it. Aluan ran in the direction of Shi Wuqi empty-handed. Lord Xueyue stared coldly, and a ball of red flames rushed toward Mo Liang. Shan Hai didn't know whether there was any personal emotion in this attack. He just immediately raised his sword and chopped the fire into pieces. The broken fire flew in all directions, streaking across a long trail like a meteor, and as fast as a meteor. A small ball of fire rushed toward Jiang Doudou, and the little girl stood there helplessly. To her, it was too fast to notice.
Tang He suddenly blocked him.
Even a small piece of flame is a condensation of powerful demonic power. It hit Tang He hard on the back and did not ignite anything, but the burning pain was instantly detonated in his limbs and bones. The pain was so painful that he could not speak, and he was forced to break out in cold sweat. His teeth were about to be broken by himself, and his vision was no longer clear at this moment.
For a moment, Doudou's figure blurred and overlapped, so similar to Tang Yu's. But he quickly calmed down, because it was just similar. He believed that he was just worried about the material being destroyed, rather than sincerely protecting a life as weak as a chick. If not, her life and death would have nothing to do with him.
Yeah?
Lord Xueyue couldn't help but look sideways and showed a cruel smile.
The dark sky was still changing, and the roars of the Tengu could be heard from time to time, as powerful as thunder.
Under the influence of demon power, Tang He's injuries will heal quickly in a short time. The other side was able to arrive in a very short time, and it was naturally not enough to just rely on one's own martial arts. Dai Luan tried to lift Shi Wuqi up, but his body was very heavy, like a lifeless and heavy corpse. Wu Qi pushed her away gently, stretched out his hand, and handed the moon-like ball into her hand.
"Quickly, go give it to Xiao and let him save it..."
"I see!"
Dai Luan grabbed the soul-returning incense and hurriedly ran along the dry pool, while Xiao walked towards it at the same time. At this moment, Tang He escaped from the battle and tried to intercept Dai Luan. Tang Huailan, who was seriously injured, was shocked. She knew that Dai Luan was the princess - and that she was wanted by Zuo Renmen. Once she is caught up, she will be in danger, and this person will definitely not show mercy.
Mu Wan was the closest to him, and she reacted quickly, chasing after him at a speed close to the limit. When she was still some distance away, she hit Tang He on the back that was injured by the flowing fire with the demon-sealing blade. He obviously paused and froze in place, and Mu Wan took advantage of the situation and attacked. The monster entangled in thunder and lightning in the sky suddenly swooped down and tried to help its entangled master, but another white tengu covered in frost chased after it and bit its back fiercely. The two tengu fought again. Tang He raised one hand and slapped a talisman on the ground. The electric current gushing out from the ground split the soil, cut off the gravel, and followed Dai Luan's footsteps like a broken bamboo. She was hit by the sudden electric current and fell to the ground, holding the important thing tightly in her hand.
"Don't even think about it!"
Mu Wan, who had no weapons, grabbed Tang He's face with his bare hands, leaving two deep blood marks. Burning pain emerged immediately, processing another layer of anger. But Mu Wan held down his weapon, and the two of them started fighting on the spot. Tang Huailan stumbled past them and almost crawled the rest of the way to Dai Luan. Dai Luan was not seriously injured, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Well--"
At this time, she heard Mu Wan's low whine. She turned her head and found that Mu Wan was easily lifted off by Tang He and was kneeling helplessly on the ground. There was a large patch of red on her chest, and more blood was gushing out. The wound was very close to the heart, perhaps the heart itself, because there was a hidden weapon stuck in the center of the bloodstain - something that had once been her own.
A burst of electricity spread from the wound, shattering the spiritual power surrounding the body. Numbness came over me suddenly. She knelt on the ground, took two steps forward with her knees, and finally her upper body fell forward. She felt colder than she had ever felt before, but it didn't hurt anymore, not at all. Even the slightest movement around her made her feel noisy. Shan Hai's screams, Dai Luan's cry, and Wu Qi's shouts were all pulled into the whirlpool, twisted into a ball, and flew away into the sky. The five senses become confused, the vision is blurred as if drunk, and the mind is stuck in the quagmire of dizziness. The only thing she could hear, apart from the intense tinnitus and the increasingly rapid and weak breathing, was the whisper of the earth.
It advised her to let go of her aching hands, completely return to this ruthless and stiff embrace, and return to eternal silence.
The ground was sometimes soft and sometimes hard, and her body was sometimes light and sometimes heavy, making it impossible for her to get up. It was as if the unknown buoyancy was holding her up and tearing it apart willfully, as if it was trying to pull her soul out of her body and throw it to a place that she could reach but never touch.
Is this... death?
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