There was always a light in the sharp pupils of the sword demon. He looked at the night sky silently. The silence at this time seemed to be caused by the long-standing loneliness. Whether he looked up or bowed his head, the emotion at that moment was so... sincere.
Being considerate of the sufferings of all sentient beings can itself be called God's action, and in this mysterious world, virtuous people live there.
Flying up and falling again, the heavy time completed the final mission under the rustling rain curtains.
Perhaps, after tomorrow, each other's lives will become clear again, and everyone will have a sincere heart and a pair of bright eyes.
I will break through the mundane world and tie the hope in my heart to the angel's feathers. After a colorful snow, everything will be revived again.
The longing in my heart will gradually become heavier as time goes by. Qiankun silently looks at the sky. His heart is empty, as if there is a shallow memory, stranded in the passing time.
He didn't know what he was feeling in his heart at this time. The person he missed the most seemed to be gone...
He breathed quietly, and it was rare that he felt somewhat peaceful at this moment. He squinted his eyes and looked quietly into the distance, and in that thick dark world, the light had disappeared.
Shadowland, what kind of world is it...
The sword demon has never looked back, and in the mind of the sword demon, there has never been a word of turning back. Even if he makes a mistake, he must keep going. This is the arrogance of being a demon, and it is also his The true.
In the dark shadow, there are pieces of white birds, falling from the depths of the sky to the abyss of the earth. In the darkness where you can't see your fingers, everything looks so decayed and vicissitudes of life.
Deep underground, it is more like hell, black and full of surly howling.
The homeland buried in the darkness is a world on the edge, and the beauty of the world has nothing to do with this world. This is a land of vicissitudes, and it is also a barren past.
You can feel the torrent of time passing through your fingers vigorously, and the sleepless creatures breathing quietly in the dark, day and night, this feeling is like the letter of a poisonous snake.
However, Qiankun did not feel any threat at this time. He still stood in the darkness with a calm face. He seemed to enjoy the feeling at this time. Perhaps, he belonged to this world!
The scattered raindrops changed from dense to sparse, like fireworks in the long night. After continuing to bloom for a period of time, the brilliant sky became silent again.
In the silence, there is sadness, in despair, there is also cold choking...
Shadowland, as its name suggests, is a patchwork of flying shadows, traveling freely in this empty and dark world.
And that shadow seemed to have explosive power, and that power was more like an emperor in the dark night.
The sword demon's black robe was fluttering violently in the raging wind, but there was a cold smile on the sword demon's face.
The corners of his mouth were slightly raised. It must be said that the appearance of the sword demon was unmatched by anyone in this world. His handsomeness, his chicness, and his casualness make him a perfect work of art.
At this time, he was wrapped in the breeze, his pupils were filled with a clean light, and his smile made all living beings ashamed.
When the flying shadows enveloped the universe, his world became clear. The dark city seemed to have sunk into the ground for thousands or even tens of thousands of years.
Thick and vicissitudes of time imprinted on the tattered walls, and those green plants seemed to be still growing with all their strength, but when they got closer, they realized that they were already pieces of fossils.
There are many things in the world that no one can regret, such as the passing of love, such as the dead love, such as the wishes that could not be fulfilled, and the distant places that cannot be reached. As time goes by, it gradually changes from a certain possibility to a dramatic one. the end point.
And this dark and stubborn city has become a homeland. It seems that the stubborn city will never be exposed to the flood of skylight again, and the dust floating on the walls also quietly goes away with a gust of wind, never to be seen again. not see......
He walked silently on the road, passing through the noisy city, passing through dilapidated alleys, passing through the originally bright court, and then, facing all of this, he remained silent.
His breathing became rapid, and he stroked the wall quietly. Later, his fingers were stained with the dust of the world.
It was the dust-laden memory that awakened, and he quietly looked at this dark homeland, perhaps it really was the homeland in his heart.
He remembered many things, countless scenes, playing over and over in his mind, countless people, countless roads, countless stories, and countless pasts.
At that moment, there was a stinging pain in his heart, like a sharp blade piercing into his chest.
His breathing became more and more rapid. He stroked his chest and bent over sadly.
Who is she......
Perhaps, he also gradually understood why the sword demon led him to this realm, and this shadow realm gradually formed a concept in Qiankun's mind.
The vicissitudes of life will eventually return to the end. In the gaze again and again, no matter how stubborn things are, they will disintegrate, and even the most stubborn emotions will gradually collapse at that moment.
He opened his mouth, but later he found that he seemed to be unable to say anything. However, in his originally empty heart, there were too many emotions and too many memories quietly sinking into it.
The sword demon's figure disappeared like the wind, and then he stood silently behind Qiankun, covering Qiankun's forehead with his palms.
A dazzling beam of light flickered quietly in Qiankun's sea of consciousness.
That graceful figure is so graceful and graceful. Her smile is better than that of thousands of beautiful girls in the world. She lightly opens her red lips, seeming to be telling something.
But he couldn't hear, couldn't hear anything...
The woman's every frown and smile were so moving, and he seemed more like a cold stone, but even a stone was moved at that moment.
The vicissitudes of memories seemed to still be touched in the passing years, and the woman's name seemed to be on his lips, but no matter how much he thought about it, he could not remember it.
"Yuzhi...my name is Yuzhi!" In a trance, the woman's voice was so clear.
In that dazzling white light, the woman was more like an angel. Her graceful body was hidden in a red dress. She looked at Qiankun with a smile. She was always smiling. Qiankun at that time was a little in a trance. He was stunned. He stared at the girl named Yuzhi without saying a word.
Yuzhi looked at the universe with a smile. At this time, she was so lifelike. Her voice was clear and sweet, and sounded more like a meandering mountain spring.
Yuzhi... Yuzhi... Yuzhi! ! !
At that moment, emotions exploded like a volcano! The gushing flames melted everything in my heart.
Only the emotions are still clearly audible, and the memories are no longer meandering. They flow straight towards the past, and the passing time will eventually return to the end.
On the dark sky, there will eventually be dazzling stars!
At this time, Qiankun seemed to have remembered many past events. In his vicissitudes of life, there were too many annoyances, too many regrets, too many dissatisfactions, and too much hatred.
The corners of his lips trembled slightly. At this time, his hot heart no longer felt as indifferent as before.
He stretched out his fingers and gently touched the girl's cheek. He touched it, touched the warmth. Suddenly, it all seemed real!
Yuzhi... Yuzhi...
His face was covered with muddy tears, and he was more like an old man who had gone through many vicissitudes of life, slowly salvaging everything he had lost to the shore.
In tens of thousands of years, his gains and losses seem to have never been balanced. Maybe he has lost more!
But as long as he loses her alone, he has lost. She is the bottom line in his heart, the bottom line that he cannot tolerate, and she is also the villain in his eyes.
The crazy wind flowed quietly from the corner of the eye. In the dazzling white light, the girl's smile was so real.
Will he still leave...
He looked at her silently, everything in his pupils had already explained the problem, "Brother Qiankun, you are my brother Qiankun..."
There were big tears on her fair face, sliding down quietly. He looked at her silently. He seemed to have remembered. He looked up at the sky, and the hatred in his heart, at that moment, burned like a prairie fire. is becoming more and more prosperous.
who is it! who is it! Who is it? Why did he kill my Yuzhi, why...why...
Tears fell to the ground, and there was a scarlet blood streak on the hazy eyeballs. At that time, Yuzhi gently covered her mouth and asked, "Brother, what's wrong with you?"
The pain in his heart would no longer spill out. He wiped the tears on his face and said with a smile, "Nothing! I'm fine!"
"Brother, will I see you again..." The girl at this time may just say this out of instinct!
But, this is enough.
He no longer doubted whether the Yuzhi in front of him was an illusion. Even if it was, so what?
If you can lie to yourself, at least it won't hurt so much!
"Brother, look!" The dazzling white light gradually dissipated, and Yuzhi gently touched the air, revealing an alternative world.
And this world, isn’t it exactly the ancient ruins? It's that lonely city deep underground.
At this time, the city revealed in Qiankun's eyes woke up from the dead silence, and the streets of the mortal world were once again filled with traffic.
On this ancient land, even in the dark night, many torches will be lit just like the day, and there will be lanterns that reflect the long flags swaying in the wind.
This city that died thousands of years ago, or thousands of years ago, is coming back to life at this moment.
And this scene may not last too long! Sooner or later it will be extinguished, just like a candle, leaving only a drop of candle tears, and those are the marks of time and the scars of the years, leaving behind bright red blood.
Later, Yuzhi's face became a little blurry, but the smile in her eyes seemed to last until the last moment!
Qiankun rubbed his eyes. He was no longer so strong. The hardness in his bones was, at that moment, like spring water in a river, like a river of stars. He was standing on the other side, while Yuzhi was standing on the other side.
Even crying would not save that moment of goodbye. It was more like he had a dream. In that dream, in the bright soft light, he salvaged a piece of heavy memories.
He gradually woke up. At this time, he was still standing in that dark land. He thought of many things, and a terrifying murderous intention surged in his heart.
Because at this time, he had already thought of the murderer of Yuzhi, but as to whether Yuzhi would wake up, he was also a little confused in his heart.
The pain of the past will also become a firework in the dark night sky, turning into a splendid future.
The sadness in the silent child's heart is more like the splashing water in the mountain stream. There are soft water patterns in the darkness, but the cold temperature makes the hands and feet feel cold and stiff.
Yuzhi is gone...she is gone...
This encounter was like a piece of gunpowder, exploding in his heart.
At this time, the hatred in his heart surpassed everything else, and his experience seemed to intersect with Yu Zun's.
It turns out that these are brothers...
The world is getting colder and colder, and there is an old smell in the air.
And when the dark tomb collapsed, he saw a tattered body, exposed to the faint light.
At some point, Dao Moye was no longer by his side. Everything around him was so cold, and his heart felt like a sea of bitterness.
The tattered body, the tattered robes, the withered flesh and blood on the face, and the withered muscles on the arms.
It seems that he has been dead for a long time! Now it is exposed to the world.
The eyeballs are bulging out, and the blood inside them is wrapped around the eyeballs, which at least proves that he is a living person!
And the robe stained with dark blood seemed to be going against history. At least, it can still cover half of his body!
The old man standing in the wind seemed more like a sharp spear pointing directly at the sky.
His body no longer looked old. In front of Qiankun, the withered old man seemed to have regained his lost youth.
In this weird world, it's not just the world that changes, but the strange things are also quietly changing at this moment.
The world is magnificent and colorful, but the melancholy future is fading before our eyes. It is more like a prophecy, and the future has already been defeated at the beginning!
The definition of the future in my heart is so negative and humble.
Like Yu Zun, he doesn’t ask for much, but the world at this moment seems to make him feel a little more fulfilled. Although he still has pessimistic thoughts about the future, the reason for this is because of a girl named Yuzhi. Caused by children.
The lonely night owl hovered overhead and never left. Its sharp whine lingered in my ears for a long time.
Qiankun lowered his arms, and there was a sluggishness in his eyes. The gorgeous time was splashing quietly in front of his eyes. At this time, there was a faint light, flickering quietly in front of his eyes.
It seems that the light in the heart of the withered and thin old man in front of him, and splashing in front of Qiankun's eyes, is more like a piece of light in the subconscious.
He had met too many people whose eyes were full of vicissitudes of life, and he had also met too many people who were withered and on the verge of death, but deep down in his heart, he had never felt the same emotion as he did today.
It was a strange and peculiar feeling. He seemed to have seen another future, and the withered and thin old man in front of him seemed to bring him everything he expected in his heart.
So, what about Yuzhi...
That husky, deep voice told him, "She'll be back!"
"Who?" He was shocked.
Is "The one you miss!" a prophecy? Or is it an established reality? If it wasn't the former, he might be grateful to the old man!
He remembered the sadness on Yu Zun's face, and he also remembered the sadness on the young man's face countless times.
Now, he can deeply feel the bitterness in the young man's heart. It turns out that the feeling of loving someone is like this...
The world wants to shape him into a killing machine, but who has tampered with his memory?
As a result, his life was so ruined...
In his dry life, the years stretched to an infinite distance, but for a long time, the temperature of his emotions was below zero degrees Celsius!
When the withered old man casually pushed out a palm, the world changed again before his eyes. Countless starlights splashed in front of his eyes. It was the torrent of time, tearing backwards. He seemed to have returned to the past.
The sword demon stood on the top of a distant mountain, and the rapid sword wind surrounded him. Qiankun stared at the sword demon blankly, as if he was on a peaceful plateau.
However, a world in silence often buries more dangers.
Like a long sword, piercing the sky, the back of the sword demon has a secret meaning. As its name suggests, it is the secret meaning of the sword.
All this seemed to make Qiankun recall everything that had happened. At that time, he was kneeling in front of the sword demon, like a child who had made a mistake.
He had an expression of shame on his face. At that time, he had an indifferent master named Dao Mo.
Perhaps he was defeated in a competition, but his melancholy eyes were as clear as before. There was no deep hatred or cruel killing intent in them.
And he is just a simple boy.
