One journey after another, riding horses side by side, there are flames of war and hundreds of ghosts complaining.
Night after night, the nightmares are driven away, the rain is sparse, the wind is sudden, and there is no sleep.
One after another, the splendor changes, and the blue sky and the underworld are nostalgic.
One look after another, lighting up the fleeting years, causing love in the next life.
Before dusk set in that night, everyone was waiting quietly on the top of the mountain, waiting for the stars to hang in the sky, waiting for the night to thicken, but the cold man who stayed alone in the secret room never appeared.
He doesn't have much time left, and the time he can spend with her is numbered on his fingers.
There are traces of finger blood left on the lotus stone platform, which are powerful and powerful. She once said that Hua Yu was born with a scholarly spirit, but she didn't know that the hand that was often with her would also dip a pen in ink and write every word neatly and elegantly.
In other words, what she saw were hands full of bloody killings, as cold and cruel as hers.
What two people are so similar. They trust each other in conquests and are suspicious of love. They would rather fall in love and kill each other than speak a word to defend themselves. The vast world has traveled all over the world, and the rolling world is in love with each other. They are solitary figures that wither away in memory.
Only then did I understand how deeply affectionate that person was. But at this moment, there was no way to retreat, leaving no regrets.
This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss.
"When you open your eyes, the first person you see will always be me. In this way, even if you are reincarnated, your heart will fall in love the first time you see me. You won't have to guess the ups and downs anymore." A soft kiss with lips as pale as water.
The unfeelable temperature between his eyebrows made him suddenly afraid. If it were later, we would really never see each other again?
Then his fingertips began to tremble, unable to stop leaving blood stains on his pale cheeks.
"Qingluan, wait a little longer, and soon I will be able to let you see the promise fulfilled and the destiny that no one can break up." Holding the slender but scarred hand, Wei Moyan tried to feel her soul that had not yet left.
I have never been so impatiently waiting for a certain moment to come, or, should I say, waiting for the coming after that moment.
Change your destiny against the will of heaven, merge your destiny paths, and live together from now on, never leaving each other.
The last kiss fell on the desolate lips, and the footsteps were getting closer, but he still couldn't bear to leave until the urging sounded.
"The arrangements have been made outside, just waiting for you."
The secret room was a bit cold, and the firelight on the wall was bright. The increasingly haggard Jingjue priest resented that the firelight was too clear, and looked away lightly.
"After tonight, you will have plenty of time to spend with her."
"How long can it last if every ten years is halved in one year? People like me don't live long, and the dead souls under my feet are pestering me day and night. It's so annoying." He gently pulled out the withered black hair at the beginning.
Rubbing his hands behind his ears, the martial arts leader who had transformed from a bloodthirsty Shura into a peaceful ordinary person suddenly smiled lightly, "Sometimes I wish I could live a peaceful life like you, hearing the wind and sand rising in the desert in the morning, listening to the stars and the moon crying in the vast sea at night, more than
Why is the world a hundred times more precious?"
Mi Ye was not surprised by his change. People who shock the world usually have something unusual, let alone a dragon among men who overturned a generation of vicissitudes. He turned the blood jade ring on his little finger and said lightly: "Once the ceremony is over,
Once you start, you will never have a chance to regret it."
"Why do you want to regret it?" Xuan Shang stood up and let go. There was no trace of cruelty on Xuan Yi's face, only plain and peaceful. "If you want to regret it, it's better to find someone else to take your place."
"Oh, it turns out you have thought of it a long time ago."
How could he not think of such a simple method? It's just not needed.
"Maybe you don't believe it, but this result is the most satisfactory to me. Rather than having someone else sacrifice my life, and watching her sleep like this again for some time, I would rather give up the rest of my life and choose to live and die with her.
." Faced with the gaze of the Jingjue priest looking at Xia Qingluan, no one asked, but he was rarely verbose, "When Qingluan first arrived at Poyue Pavilion for only half a year, I told her that I would protect her if I didn't die.
Perfect, if I die, I will never let her live alone in the world - no one wants to go back to those years when she was alone like a ghost, and neither do I."
His past is full of hatred of betrayal, and her past is full of fear of loss, so he is afraid of her betrayal, and she is afraid of him leaving. The sharpness imposed on each other makes them keep reaching out and missing each other, no matter how many promises they make.
All the vows and agreements were shattered and disillusioned by those unbearable memories, leaving no trace of regret.
The firelight swayed, and the figure reflected on the wall stretched extremely long, and the ground was broken into two parts, but both were dark and dim.
"Although we are not born together, we must die together. This is my initial promise. However, I know that I cannot follow her after she leaves. Qingluan is crueler than me, and she knows that I am not a person who will commit suicide.
A person who insists on putting herself to death again and again, just like she keeps pushing me towards Yueying even though she knows she is the only one in my heart... She can be merciful to anyone, but not to me. If she says
She is more stingy than me." As if complaining, the legendary cold and ruthless God of War had a child-like look on his eyebrows, and as he spoke, he smiled bitterly alone.
Mi Ye just listened quietly. He would never mention these words to others, not even to her. Perhaps, this was the only way he could show his closeness to others.
The magic circle has been set up, and drops of blood gushed out from the cut fingertips and fell on the blood jade ring. When the ring glowed with red light, Wei Moyan suddenly woke up. When he looked at Mi Ye's palm, which was still dripping with blood, his face was filled with helplessness.
: "Sorry, I almost delayed the business."
"Nothing, keep talking, I really want to hear it."
"I've always been tired of other people talking too much. Only Qingluan would blame me for nagging, probably because he couldn't help but want to have more contact with her when he saw her." According to the guidance of the priest Jingjue in advance, the man Xuan Shang, whose expression gradually softened, picked up the lotus stone.
The bloody white gauze on the stage sat aside.
Suddenly the red light bloomed, and the delicate ring broke from it, and bright vermilion flowed out from the section. He raised his wrist, and the blood jade ring sprinkled slender blood flowers and fell on Wei Moyan's hand. He changed his hand and placed it in the slender palm of Hao Wan Chi Luan.
The cold-cold hands were clenched into fists, and strands of coldness poured into the bones and blood veins, and the sting became more and more severe.
Jingjue spells often use blood as sacrifices and contract seals. Wei Moyan even had hallucinations. He and Xia Qingluan were immersed in a sea of blood and found it difficult to breathe.
The thin body was leaning on his chest. He tried his best to wrap the cold body, trying to use his own body temperature to warm her and melt the ice between the two of them, as if that could wash away those heartbreaking memories.
, turning everything about him in her memory into light.
Gradually, I felt a little sleepy, and my eyes looking at her gradually became blurry. The murmurs in my ears that were distant and distant seemed to be laughter, but also seemed to be farewell.
"Please tell her when she wakes up. She doesn't have to go back to the boring desert to accompany me in the cold wind to look at the stars that have nothing to do with her. If I can find out the next priest, maybe I will follow in Itu's footsteps.
Jiangnan, go see the place where they lived - no, it's better not to tell her, just say that I went back."
Lifting his eyes with all his strength, the last figure of the slightly thin man was not clear, and he even wondered if it was his imagination.
The blue eyes are still the same, all the gorgeous light-colored hair has turned into snow, the bloody palms are withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and are covered with wrinkles, and even the straight back is bent in a blur, but she is still looking exquisite with an exotic style.
The priest is clearly a dying old man.
How can people age so quickly?
Is the caster subject to divine punishment...
"Wei Moyan, from now on, you are her only destination." The old voice gradually disappeared and disappeared into the empty sound.
He closed his eyes and fell asleep against his lingering blue silk hair.
Even if it's only for a moment, if I can live and die with her, I'd rather exchange this life for the rest of my life.