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 fragmented fragments were presented in everyone's field of vision without interruption.
In rainy season, dark and humid corners.
There are cyan, fluorescent, translucent ores everywhere here.
It's Qing Lize.
Under a dead tree covered with mildew and moss mushrooms, there lay an indescribable mass. The outline of a human-like shape was vaguely discernible, but there were hundreds of unnamed worms swarming above it. There were several white bones.
Exposed from among the bloodless carrion, more places have been hollowed out. It won't be long before they eat away 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 Kaoru Yue.
"Isn't this look ridiculous?"
A woman's voice came, soft and sweet.
"Is this happening?"
Lord Xueyue said this without looking back. 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 lurked quietly, as motionless as death. It was too cold, and it shivered from the cold.
To the point where I no longer even have the energy to 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 thick clouds, there is 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 Kuchuki turned around and looked at the beautiful woman hovering in the air behind him. She was wearing a green and blue Qiluo, with some silver ornaments hanging on her head.
A hairpin dotted with emerald green. The emerald 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. But she looks light and ethereal, as if she stretches out her hand.
It seemed like it could penetrate her.
She smiled lightly, with a bit of gratitude and weariness.
"The book of life and death says that you are not dead."
Lord Xueyue held the thin cocoon in one hand and clasped it with the other hand. He said this to the woman.
"Then 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 to hell. He is alone, wandering in the temperatureless world. He doesn’t know where it starts and when it ends. He just wanders in the endless phenomena and forms. All this prosperity and
Decline, bloom and decay, 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 I could have some fun with this concubine."
"It won't be very interesting -" he spread his hands, "but at least it won't be boring."
A soft, frail little life squeezed its body out of this crowded cocoon. Its wings could not be fully opened, like paper soaked in water. It worked hard little by little and slowly unfolded itself. This
The process may take a long time, but Lord Xueyue's patience is always unpredictable. He
He blew a gentle breath, and the warm current of 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 and crossed the forest leaves.
Through the gaps, he deftly avoided sparse raindrops and danced away towards the sunshine beyond the sea of green leaves.
This is probably the story of that time, a story of a hundred years ago.
Mu Wan clenched his hands and complained almost coldly:
"This is what you look down on." She turned her face stiffly in the direction of Lord Kuchuki, "It's futile, stupid, meaningless self-sacrifice - rather, it's self-destruction. What is she fighting against?
?Even now, you still can’t understand it.”
"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 wasn't ugly, but it wasn't calm either. Others didn't quite understand what they were talking about. After all, this was "Qing Nu" just saying it to Mu Wan alone.
Something. She was not indignant about it because she could clearly see the wavering on the man's face. As for what kind of wavering it was, 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 pure and simple. It doesn't matter what the reason is, but until now, you can still laugh.
Come out!"
"Why should I laugh? It's not funny."
She almost felt like he was just stating the facts.
"If you really think so, that would be great."
It was indeed a touching story, but it was a pity that Tang He didn't think it had anything to do with him. He had withdrawn from this absurd memory earlier and injured Huailan - seriously. She fell to the ground, her mouth
A strong fishy smell burst out, and a mouthful of fresh blood splashed into the soil in front of him, slowly spreading.
Next, Lord Xueyue will take action against Mo Liang, Shan Hai knew it very well. He Qinggong stepped forward and hugged Mo Liang who was trying to swing the sword again. When he pushed him away, Shan Hai pulled him up.
I found that his face was actually shining brightly.
"you……"
"I didn't cry." He wiped away his tears, "My eyes were blinded by the dust."
That is not a story worth touching - Shanhai can understand him, it is just touching. After all, this is still a young child. However, when the character in the story is the enemy in front of him, it does not mean that sadness is
Can be smoothed.
"Don't do anything again." He said, "Your life... is in danger. Don't do anything that makes the people who love you sad anymore. The rest..."
"If I don't do it, I will be even more sad."
"Leave the rest to us."
Shan Hai insisted on finishing his words. Dai Luan threw his knife to him, and he raised his hand to catch it. A Luan ran towards Shi Wu Qi empty-handed. Lord Xu Yue stared coldly, a ball of red
The flames rushed towards Mo Liang. Whether there was any personal emotion in this attack, Shan Hai did not know.
, he just immediately raised his sword and chopped the fire into pieces. The broken fire flew in all directions, streaking through a long trail like a meteor, and as fast as a meteor. A small group of fire rushed towards Jiang Doudou.
, the little girl stood helplessly. For her, the speed was too fast to be noticed.
Tang He suddenly blocked him.
Even a small piece of flame is the 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, making him speechless in pain.
, the pain was so painful that he was forced to break out in cold sweat. His teeth were about to be broken by his own bite, and his vision was no longer clear at this moment.
For a moment, Doudou's figure blurred, overlapped, and was so similar to Tang Yu. But he quickly calmed down, because it was only similar. He believed that he was just worried about the material being destroyed, not
To sincerely protect 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 the demon power, Tang He's injuries will be healed quickly in a short period of time. The other party can arrive in a very short time, and relying on his own martial arts alone is naturally not enough. Dai Luan tried to help Shi Wuqi, but
His body was very heavy, like a lifeless and heavy corpse. Wu Qi gently pushed her away, 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. 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 heartbroken.
Surprisingly, she knew that Dai Luan was the princess - and that she was wanted by Zuo Renmen. Once she was caught up, it would be very dangerous, and this person would definitely not show mercy.
Mu Wan was the closest to him, and she reacted very 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 flow of fire with the demon-sealing blade. He was obviously
After pausing and freezing on the spot, Mu Wan took advantage of the situation and attacked. The monster entangled by thunder and lightning in the sky suddenly swooped down, trying to help the entangled master, but another ice
The frost-covered white Tengu chased after it, biting its back fiercely, and the two Tengu fought again. Tang He raised one hand and slapped a charm on the ground, and the electric current gushing out from the ground struck
He opened up 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 stumbled to the ground, holding the important thing tightly in her hand.
"Don't even think about it!"
Mu Wan, who had no weapon, grabbed Tang He's face with his bare hands, leaving two deep blood marks. Burning pain immediately emerged, processing another layer of anger. But Mu Wan held down his weapon, and the two of them stayed in place.
There was a fight. Tang Huailan stumbled past them and almost crawled the rest of the way to Dai Luan. Dai Luan was not seriously injured, so 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 he was kneeling helplessly on the ground. There was a large area of red on her chest, and more blood was pouring out.
The wound was very close to the heart, maybe it was the heart itself, because there was a hidden weapon stuck in the center of the bloodstain - it was once her own thing.
A burst of electric current spread from the wound, shattering the spiritual power surrounding her body. Numbness suddenly came over her. She knelt on the ground and took two steps forward with her knees. Finally, her upper body fell forward. She felt colder than ever before.
, but it didn’t hurt anymore, not at all. Just the slightest movement around her made her feel noisy. The mountains and seas were frightening.
The cry, Dai Luan's cry, and Wu Qi's shout were all pulled into the whirlpool, twisted into a ball, and flew out of the sky. The five senses became confused, the vision was blurred as if drunk, and the thinking was deep in dizziness.
Mud. The only thing she could hear, apart from the strong 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 her apart willfully, as if it was trying to pull her soul out of her body and throw it within her reach.
