Luo Xing'er's whole body was shocked, and her heart felt as if she was pinched hard by the iron hand in an instant, and her eyes couldn't help but fall to that place.
Although he had not yet gotten close and could not see his appearance clearly, Luo Xing'er had already recognized the man in the town. The man in white was the dream.
It was indeed him. Every time he appeared in her dream, her emotions were always intense and the man who was infatuated.
Luo Xing'er's eyes stared at him for a moment, and her body couldn't stop trembling.
It was not because of fear, but because of an indescribable emotion that made every cell in her body tremble, as if it was sad or happy.
Zhuque had stopped and dared not get closer.
But he looked at the man in the lake with great awe. His natural surrender and destined power made him unable to help but bend his knees, kneel on the ice, and his wings spread out into a worship ceremony of a divine beast.
The divine beasts are always subordinates of gods. They are driven by them and can only surrender.
What's more, this God King did indeed bring him a lot of favors, but everything he did violated his oath.
Luo Xing'er seemed to have not seen Zhuque's actions, and her whole body seemed to be in a dream, subconsciously slowly approaching the white-clothed god.
After thousands of years, the two met again, but no one expected that such a miserable situation would be.
He is still the last groom in his dream.
A red dress is like blood, and the graceful and gorgeous clothes are scattered and floating in the water, noble and unparalleled, like an immortal or a demon.
The part of the cracked clothes on the chest was the wound that pierced his heart by a woman in red. It was only after a thousand years that the wound had healed, but the scars were still left undisturbed.
He closed his eyes, his face was still unparalleled, and his high forehead showed the unique dignity and arrogance of God.
But the skin is as pale as snow, which is the death white that has never been seen all year round, just like a vampire living in the dark all year round, completely without blood.
What makes people feel most vicissitudes is that the black black hair, which was once as black jade, has turned into a silver snow as the passage of time, and countless silver-white hairs are floating in the water.
Luo Xing'er thought of the black-haired man in her dream, and looked at the silver-haired man in front of her. The suffocation in her heart became even more intense, and the unbearable pressure was pressing on her heart.
The morning is like blue hair and snow!
Thousands of years passed by in her dream, but for this white-clothed god, it was so long that his hair had turned white.
Luo Xing'er stood above him, looking at the gorgeous figure in the water through the thin ice.
The beautiful and tragic scenes in the dream flew away from her eyes.
Time flies, the woman in red in the past has turned into dust, changing the world, and even the hearts of people have grown old, but this god in white is still alive. If he wakes up, will he feel even more sad!
His time, the people he loves or hates, have gone far away from him, what is the meaning of his still alive?
He said he had been lonely for many years and thought that after finding a woman in red, he could be free from this loneliness.
But I didn't expect that what the woman in red gave him was just a lonelier abyss of sorrow. Now that I have gone out, love and hate cannot be sustained. How should he face the loneliness of eternal life!
Luo Xing'er felt that this god was very pitiful. His life was too long, but he was lonely but never ended. What's the point of being a god? He was not as good as a mortal.