Red lips are like fire, eyebrows and eyes are like ink, wearing three thousand black hair, and a seven-foot long skirt.

Gold and jade curtains, red skirts on the ground.

Stunning face and luxurious figure.

It's like a queen standing on the top of the world.

The red long skirt forms the most vivid contrast with the white snow on the top of Mount Fuji.

The moment the woman appeared in front of her, everyone felt that even this world was eclipsed.

Everyone kneeled down and welcomed their faith like the most devout believers.

And Suzumiya Eiyue, under the guidance of Susanumuzun, walked towards the altar step by step.

In the altar, there was magma rolling and fire rising.

It is said to be an altar, but it is actually just a crater of Mount Fuji.

It is recorded in ancient books of the Sun that the moon reads the gods and is reborn when they are fire.

Therefore, the so-called divine awakening ceremony is actually to send Suzumiya Eiyue into the magma of fire and be reborn from the fire!

"Ming Zun, that's OK."

"The auspicious time has come, and the moon god can be welcomed to return."

Among the crowd, Wangyue River suddenly walked out and reminded Susanumu.

"good."

Susanumen nodded and replied only one, good words.

After the words fell, Susanumuzu stepped on the mountain.

Boom ~

The strong wind swept through, rolling up the sky of ice and snow.

In an instant, around the altar, golden light suddenly rose and rainbow light soared into the sky.

If you look closely, you can even see that there are obscure runes appearing on the altar made of white jade.

At the same time, a powerful and respectful voice resounded throughout Mount Fuji in an instant.

"You are the envoy of God who has been sleeping for thousands of years, and you are the faith of the Kingdom of Japan."

"You have disappeared for thousands of years and have returned."

"May the moon read the gods, be reborn from the fire, and the king will return!"

Susanumuzu held his hands in front of his chest, and his respectful voice resounded everywhere.

Behind him, the six masters of the Three God Pavilion also knelt down and bowed and drank.

The voice of respect and respect is like waves, sweeping across the top of Mount Fuji.

"May the moon read the gods, be reborn from the fire, and the king will return!"

As these people knelt down, all the thousands of people from the Japanese country behind them knelt down.

The sounds that came one after another hit the whole world.

"Kneel down to welcome the gods, read the moon and read the gods, reborn in the fire, and return to the king!"

......

"Kneel down to welcome the gods, and the moon reads the world to return~"

......

Huh ~

The heaven and earth are trembling and the wind is cold.

Amid countless kneeling and worship, the stunning girl bathed in everyone's eyes and walked slowly towards the altar in front of her.

A peerless charm and luxurious figure.

The girl here is like the emperor who ascended the throne in ancient times.

Thousands of people bowed their heads and bowed to them.

The bells and drums are ringing together, and the music officials are singing.

Phoenix crown and red robe, pearls and jade curtains.

However, facing this endless glory, there was no joy or excitement on Suzumiya Eiyue's pretty face.

Some are only endless sadness and nostalgia.

The last moment finally arrived as promised.

A few minutes later, there is probably no Suzuki, the man in the world, right?

Just like the white snow on the top of this mountain, it scatters in the world with the wind, no one remembers it or no one misses it.

However, even if Suzumiya Eiyue nostalgic for this world, what can she do?

This is her fate, she cannot escape.

She has no choice.

From the beginning, she had been sacrificed to others by others.

She was born with sacrifice, and she was destined to sacrifice for it.

The red skirt was on the ground, and the black hair was as snow.

Suzumiya Emoto Lotus Steps slightly moved and walked slowly.

She was obviously only a few meters away from the altar, but for some reason, when she walked at this time, she seemed as long as a century.

Finally, when she reached the altar, she suddenly stopped. She stopped for a long time and never stepped forward.

Until the end, it seemed that it was impossible to control itself anymore, and tears flowed down uncontrollably, flowing all over my face.

At the last moment of life, Suzumiya Eizuki thought that she would face death calmly and end her life without any worries.

However, she found that she was still wrong.

She can't be calm and indifferent, and she can't be careless.

Because, she found that at this moment, the figure of the boy was actually in her mind.

How she wished she could meet him.

Even in a hurry before her death, she was content.

However, Eiyue Suzumiya knew very well that her thoughts were just a luxury after all.

Master, he probably has returned to China at this time, right?

Although I knew I would never see my master again, why are I still so unwilling to accept it?

Still so eager, what about miracles?

Tears were still flowing, and the eyes of the woman in front of her had already blurred.

She looked back at the last time and looked at the world behind her.

How she hoped that a miracle would happen at this moment.

I wish that a young man like his master fell from the sky, like Ultraman, defeated all the monsters, took her away, and escaped from this world.

But she was disappointed after all.

In the distance, except for the vast snow and the vast world, no one appeared.

There was no Ultraman falling from the sky.

Not to mention, the boy she has been thinking about.

Suzumiya Eiyue was finally desperate.

She no longer fantasizes.

She turned around resolutely and stepped onto the altar in front of her.

Under the altar, lava rolled and fire burned the sky.

And she stood there, crying and laughing.

Under the rising sun, red clothes are snowy.

The wind and sand in the sky were full of wind and sand, and she couldn't see her expression clearly.

The mountains and rivers are silent, and only the noise of the wind is left.

On this day, she will eventually die.

Thousands of Buddhas recite scriptures and thousands of people celebrate their sects.

She smiled when she left.
To be continued...