The sound of gentle breathing became an absolute sound in this empty world. Looking at each other, they were speechless and choked. They will come back eventually! In that endless future, in that dusty past.
I will miss you! You can also fantasize! When will you return? Hopeless...
Gradually, this world at the end of August seems to be disintegrating, but many things have not been done, and it seems that I am not willing to leave.
Yu Zun looked up at the sky. Those indifferent women in black robes stood in the center of the sky, and at this moment, they were surrounding Xiaojie.
Yu Zun looked at this scene in astonishment. He suddenly remembered what the old man said, Xiaojie would encounter a disaster in this situation!
So, who are these women in black robes...
Under the pitch-black night, the dark pupils etched on the sky wall were spinning quietly, while the ink pen in the woman's hand was immersed in the pupils. The thickening darkness seemed to have a This breath is swelling quietly, a breath of vicissitudes and desolation.
At this moment, the woman gently waved the ink pen in her hand, and a ball of ink fell on Xiaojie's side with a clatter.
Yu Zun looked at this scene with a horrified expression. At this moment, there was a dark thorn bush beside Xiaojie. The vines gradually climbed up his chest and surrounded him.
Xiaojie, who was gradually waking up, looked at this scene in disbelief, "Brother Yu...this..."
Between heaven and earth, a first-born thunderbolt fell overhead, and the green thunder and lightning swelled quietly in the darkness like veins flowing with blood.
Then, the powerful thunderbolts were stronger than each other. This scene made Yu Zun uneasy for a long time.
At this moment, ghosts gradually emerged from those dark golden carriages. These are the creatures that should exist in the prison world!
The ghost drove the dark golden carriage and opened up a brand new world. In the roaring sound, the sky was like a large sunken pit, wrapped in stars and the bright moon. In short, this world became more and more majestic. Already......
The dark thorns were like vipers, covering his body. It was difficult for him to escape from the shackles of the vines. He could only passively accept it. During this time, he could not do anything.
Quietly looking up at the sky, the light in my eyes flows out like water, and then the starlight becomes more and more dazzling. It is brighter than ever before. Time is reduced to a process, and this kind of The process must be full of tears and disasters. Or laughter and stories.
The sound becomes weaker and weaker. In the vast world, lightning is just trembling gently on the sky, and then the sound gradually disappears...
Sunny or rainy, everything soaked in darkness becomes strange and blurry.
Keng!
Clang!
When the hand of time passes quietly through everyone's heart, this stiff world seems to be returning to excitement.
Then this huge tremor turned the whole world upside down, and an unpredictable pain was planted in the bottom of my heart and longer than my eyes.
It seems that he can feel a kind of warmth. Under this strange night, the heat rushes to his heart in detail. After a moment, he realizes that Xiaojie's body is already covered with fire patterns, which can compare with Qingliuyan. Xuanyan, what kind is it?
The thorn bushes soaked in ink seemed to be becoming more and more crazy because of this blazing flame. Their growth was so terrifying. In the extremely deep dark night, what they were waiting for was nothing more than a kind of memorial.
Then the altar table seemed to be filled with bloody lives. The flames became thicker and thicker, burning inhumanely, baking life into a dry future, stranding everything in a dream, never to wake up again. .....
Life is nourished by breathing. Xiaojie gasped for breath, as if he had sunk into a dark water, without oxygen, without vitality, without everything...
When the women in black robes gradually merged into the dark night, the crazy hurricane roared like fierce horses, returning from the distance.
Then under the sunken night sky, a landscape stretched out...
It's hard to explain, but it's really happening, and Xiaojie is standing on the top of a cliff. He quietly looks up into the void, and then roars.
At this moment, he was like a general or a prince, so domineering and tough.
The thorns on his body were now more like a suit of armor, surrounding him as he gasped softly. Perhaps, he was peaceful at this moment!
But what about the next moment...
When a dragon-shaped lightning fell on the lonely mountain top, the powerful energy was hard to imagine. It was actually the power of a thunderbolt.
The disheveled Xiaojie accepted it blindly. His body was already covered with horrific wounds. You could see jagged bones, looming sections of blue blood vessels, and festering flesh and blood.
But his vitality exceeded Yu Zun's cognition. His tenacious vitality was better than a cockroach. Countless slanders could not extinguish the desire for life. His muscles were swelling, swelling in a terrifying direction, and the blue tendons The veins covered the entire arm, like horned dragons, swelling quietly...
Thunderbolts fell again and again, and increasingly crazier energy enveloped the cold and stubborn life.
Will you die...?
The obsession in my heart was trembling quietly.
Will he die or not...
Maybe not!
When the light in his eyes lit up again, he roared crazily.
boom! boom! boom!
The vines on his body could no longer restrain him and exploded into dark thorn bushes, as weak as a child.
And his domineering attitude towards the world was gradually ignited in this situation.
What a terrifying power, gradually and quietly ignited from the bottom of his heart...
Then, it became more and more crazy, this terrifying fighting spirit!
Perhaps, I no longer care about life and death! Just fight, fight crazily, and the ghosts gradually turn into a storm. The crazy storm gradually comes back in the dead of night.
Hi!
What is life? Who will tell me what I am living for...
Under the empty night, only this trembling sound was left, echoing quietly in the silence, but who could hear the cry in his heart? No one seemed to know!
Then, in the darkness, dried up straw appeared, and when the woman in black robe reappeared after disappearing, she was already an old man with gray hair.
Yu Zun raised his head and glanced at the corona. The pointer on the corona rotates at a speed that can be described as weird. Why is it so fast...
It's so fast that there's a suffocating feeling, what does this mean...
Does it mean the death of this world?
The girl is lying on a cliff. Under her body is a star map. The star map is rotating quietly. But at this moment, the rotation speed of the star map is gradually speeding up, while the energy in the star eye is still. It was quietly instilled into the girl's body, and the ruptured organs healed at a speed visible to the naked eye...
In the darkness, crazy energy was poured into the girl's body. She seemed to be a bottomless pit, sucking crazily the energy given to her by the star map.
Then, everything in front of me became blurry, and an inexplicable future seemed to be blurred, a future that was difficult to fathom, but extremely crazy...
The dark sky is becoming more and more indifferent. The bright stars are shining with cold light, but they are never as proud and dazzling as the moonlight. Here, they are just some foils. , but in the world beyond, they only exist by themselves.
When the dark sky was lit up, no one could predict what the coming moment would mean: death or rebirth? All of this seems to be no longer important. The secular world is quietly playing out in a mysterious way. Everyone is sitting nearby, but no one knows what the world will become next. world......
The faith in each other's hearts will also become lonely!
Destroyed by an unreachable force, everything that I have resisted or admired for so many years...
In the void, a candle was lit again. In the hands of the ghosts, each held a candle. What did they want to light? Or the future?
Xiaojie was no longer the cheerful young man. He raised his head and looked up into the sky, with pieces of divine light flowing in his dark pupils.
In fact, everyone has someone they want to protect in their heart!
There is no one who is absolutely lonely in this world.
But, how to entertain those lonely people? How to pay for those sins? Those times passed by in a hurry, those stories ended in confusion, and you will become the most annoying person! You will also achieve the most unusual goals in your heart!
In short, when that day comes, maybe the sadness and happiness in my heart will burst out at the same time! Like a bright firework, it blooms at the most longed-for moment, and then ends...
Xiaojie...
Yu Zun looked up at the sky quietly. Those old women with withered faces were holding on to pieces of wheat straw in their hands, but they had more powerful power than before, a power that was terrifying to the extreme.
Is this your disaster? Xiaojie? I can't even believe it? But what can I do for you now? I wish you well...Xiaojie...
In the empty secular world are the jagged bones of the present world, interspersed with stories and lamentations. The cyan blood vessels exposed to life have deep red blood flowing inside, but they will always flow to the end of the world. They will die, and they will twist the fragrance of flowers with their hands again and establish themselves in the world again. It is just the past, and it will never be the most humble. It will come again in the most arrogant way!
In essence, the straws are still the same ink pens, but their power has become more and more pure, turning into those fragrant wheat straws, and the transparent energy inside shocked the world.
Then, I soaked the straw in those dark pupils, and splashed ink again, but it was no longer the ink-colored thorns.
In the silence, the mountains and rivers are growing wildly. When the rivers and lakes in front of you are truly reduced to a river and mountains, no one may have expected all this!
Yu Zun rubbed his eyes and said quietly: "This is the real painter!"
He became quiet, and his heart no longer trembled. He just wanted to quietly appreciate this magnificent picture. Although all of this was happening in a trance, there must be some inexplicable danger hidden inside!
In short, at this moment, he no longer cares about everything!
He is Yu Zun, a young man who is so pure that he cannot be more pure.
With a bright smile on his face, he said, "Xiaojie, you must understand it carefully! This is the great road, the great road!"
When the star curtain washed each other's pupils again, this strange river and mountain gradually turned into a maze.
Xiaojie was in the maze, and the image in his pupils gradually became blurry. He was like a lost boy, walking quietly under a magnificent river and mountain!
But it is hard to believe that this majestic river and mountains were actually transformed from wheat straw in the hands of an old woman!
Walking quietly in this river and mountains, sighing at this magnificent river and mountains, no longer worrying about victory or defeat, or life and death, it is just the purest thought, wandering among it, and realizing it Avenue......
Then the ghost that walked out of the dark golden carriage gradually merged into the strange river and mountains.
However, the skylight in this state has not yet burned, and the flashes of lightning are still there, dazzling... stinging...
"Xiaojie, this is your disaster. I can't help you. You must come back safely..." The bitterness in his eyes turned into a cup of bitter tea in his heart. He sighed, but he A little envious, it would be great if it were him...
Weird things were still happening. When he saw the girl standing tall in the sky, he didn't know whether he was happy or worried.
In short, the girl's momentum is no longer the same momentum as before.
She was more like an unruly king. Her aura of looking down on the world made Yu Zun feel a sense of strangeness. He felt confused, rubbed his eyes, and looked up at the sky with melancholy.
At this time, a smile gradually covered the girl's face, but Yu Zun was the only one in that clear smile.
She shouted sweetly: "Brother!"
But suddenly, her clear eyes became confused, and she repeated: "Brother...who is brother..."
In the darkness, there is a strange god, waking up this dying night again!
The moment he woke up from the dream, only Yu Zun's memory was still so clear.
"Who is he..." Fang Cheng looked up into the sky, and there was only one person in his sight, and that person was Yu Zun.
They no longer recognize each other, perhaps there is only a trace of obsession in their hearts, which is a sky lantern, floating quietly above their heads.
They have their own will. In ancient times, they were just strangers to each other...
When Yu Zun raised his head and looked at the corona, at that moment, the pointer of the corona solidified on the stone plate again and stopped rotating...
Will a moment of clarity turn into an era?
At the end of time, with the rushing underground river, it gradually flows into the distance.
Life is as sweet as jelly, but it is also as bitter as mustard.
Sometimes confused, sometimes transparent and clear.
The thoughts in my heart are often entangled, but they naturally unravel when I wake up.
He smiled bitterly and looked at the girl. He seemed to care about the clear girl the most.
His pupils were full of sadness. He sighed softly, and his body gradually climbed to the sky. He walked over step by step. He shouted softly: "Sister...sister. .....”
But in her confused eyes, there was only a tangled thread of love, entangled and unable to be untangled. She pointed at herself and said faintly: "What did you say? Sister?"
As a result, the wounds in his pupils became more and more serious, "Yes! It's my sister!"
"I'm not! You have the wrong person!" The cold tone was like ice hanging on the eaves in winter, sharp and biting.
In short, it is a tone that cannot be more absolute.
I'm not...you got the wrong person...
Silent sobs, sinking quietly in the dark night sky.
The sadness and longing that is hard to shake off are getting more and more intense. Will he wake up or continue to sleep? So confused, everything in this different world...
Unconscious, he looked up at the sky. There was a deep scar in his pupils. The cold blood that had flowed through him gradually dried up in the distant time tunnel.
The boiling blood is still flowing quietly in the blood vessels, and the dim light gradually becomes brighter, and then day after day, gradually lengthens into a process, a long and trivial process, and the time that comes later , mixed with the bright and dark light, burned on the bluestone, turning into a smooth past...
The traces of rain on the sun's corona gradually became clearer and lighter, and the time became much clearer.
He was just shouting silently, even though the sound reached his throat and became indistinct.
He stretched out his fingers and silently rubbed the blurry scenery in front of him, and tears fell down unconsciously. The air is getting colder and colder, the hurt is getting more and more lonely, why... it's just a reunion after a long separation... why... we are separated by the world again...
Light all the torches in the dark night! Let the ashes float quietly into the distance with the wind! Whose sadness is hidden in this cold night?
