The night is as cool as water, and the dark sky is like a piece of black velvet cloth. The velvet cloth is dotted with stars and moons. The night in the distance is like a bottomless black hole, sucking all the starlight into it.
Under the willow tree, the little girl was wearing a little dark yellow white robe, leaning against a tree trunk indifferently. The white moonlight seemed to cover her face with a layer of jade, through the fine willow
The branches shone on her cheeks, scattered on the crappy needles and threads of the shabby robe. The hem of the robe appeared lotus leaves spread from under the little girl, layer by layer, making her figure increasingly lonely.
The soft breeze blew, waving the little girl's messy long hair, which was blown to the back of her head, revealing a small face.
My face was covered with some blue-gray marks, and it looked a little bumpy and particularly embarrassed, but only my big eyes showed unwillingness and sadness.
Under the white robe that was not fit, a pair of dry hands stretched out. A pair of slender hands with stains slowly opened. In the palm of the hand was a bit cold and hard steamed bun. Touching the hard steamed bun, small
The girl smiled, but she still smiled with satisfaction.
The breeze caressed the little girl's firm face, and it seemed that she could not get rid of her worries. The girl was beautiful and frowned, constantly rubbing the steamed buns in her hand, and was still reluctant to eat them.
A rustling footsteps came from his ears. The girl was stunned and hurriedly stuffed the steamed buns into her arms and walked out from behind the bushes.
"Bitch, it turns out you are hiding here! Have you washed your clothes?" A beautiful woman glared at the little girl and shouted coldly.
"I'm not a bitch, those who stole other people's husbands are bitch, and I have a name, my name is Zhuoran!" He looked back at the charming woman coldly, and Zhuoran's stubborn little face wrinkled tightly.
It's anger.
"Hmph, you are as stubborn as your short-lived mother. No wonder you don't live long!"
"You are not allowed to talk about my mother!"
"What, it's not OK to talk about it. If you don't let me say it, I just say it. Your mother is just a complete bitch, a short-lived ghost, and she gave birth to a daughter like you!"
"Ah!!! What are you going to do? You little bastard, let me go!"
"You dare to bite me, I will beat you to death today!"
In the darkness, under the big tree, the charming woman kept chasing the little girl, and the red fighting spirit left blood marks on the little girl's body. The little girl's screams filled the entire woods, but no one could save her.
It is darkness, endless darkness.
In the shadow, Wuyou and his group took all this scene in their eyes. In addition to being angry, everyone's eyes were more surprised.
Zhuoran is usually so optimistic that he will have such unbearable memories of looking back on it.
"No, I can't let her fight like this. If this continues, that man will die!" After watching for a long time, Mo Han finally couldn't hold back and was the first to stop him.
"You can't change anything!" Wuyou spoke, which made her feel like she was returning to Nanfeng Mausoleum, but the difference was that she was not Zhuoran, and she couldn't change anything.
"What should I do? Do you watch the man's wife beating to death by her?" Mo Han asked at Wuyou with a frown.
"This is history, others cannot change it!" After Youyou said this, Wuyou simply closed her eyes and walked to a tree beside her to sit quietly.
"Sister Wuyou, I used to think you are just cold-hearted and your heart is still hot. Now it seems that I am wrong. No wonder no matter what I do, I can't change the impression in your heart. Fire cannot melt the ice after all!" Xu
He was frightened by Wuyou's indifferent reaction, and Mo Han actually criticized Wuyou like this.
"Shut up, you are not qualified to talk to her!" As soon as he finished speaking, Lei Yao's sharp eyes slashed at Mo Han like a knife.
Mo Han also realized his mistake and looked embarrassedly like Wuyou: "Sister Wuyou, I'm sorry, I'm just too angry, I don't mean that!"
Wuyou, who had already closed his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes, laughed at himself, and a glimmer flashed in his eyes: "You are right, I am such a person. It seems that you finally understand me!"
After Youyou said this, Wuyou closed her eyes again.
No one was talking. Except for Mo Han who had been anxious, the rest of the people learned to meditate and practice while Wuyou, waiting for Zhuoran to break free from the nightmare by himself.
"Mom, do you really want to do that?"
In the soul space, Xiaoye wrinkled her little face tightly like a little adult, looking at Wuyou with dissatisfaction.
He stared at Xiaoye deeply, Wuyou's face was full of firmness: "Xiaoye, I have decided!"
"But...but this will cause great harm to your soul!" Looking at Wuyou's determination, Xiaoye could only worry.
"At worst, I just want to part with you again. I haven't experienced it?" Wuyou replied embarrassedly.
"But...Mom, what should Xiaoye do if you are gone?"
"No, Xiaoye, you have to believe me. I made this decision not because of Mo Han's words, I just wanted to do that. She was not wrong, but because of her birth. I saw my own shadow from her.
, So I don’t want her to live with resentment, because some people are not worthy of their hatred for so long!” Thinking of that person, Wuyou’s heart is full of resentment, which is a knot that cannot be untied in eternity.
"Okay, since mom has decided, Xiaoye will help you. If it fails, Xiaoye will disappear with you!" Looking at Wuyou seriously, Xiaoye's face was also firm.
Xiaoye is a nightmare unicorn. For it, even if it is a nightmare transformed from a magical artifact, he has the strength to insert it. He just needs to rely on the soul of others to inject this soul into the dreamer's nightmare and become a real one.
Only in this way can a real person truly change the direction of this dream.
"Are you ready?" Xiaoye asked in a deep voice as he saw Wuyou sitting there.
"Okay, let's start!"
The dark mist rose from Xiaoye's body, and the mist became thicker and thicker, gradually swallowing the soul space. Wuyou felt a pain coming from the depths of his soul. When he opened his eyes again, the environment in front of him had changed.
"Mom, with my current ability, I can only dream of you and cannot accompany you, so everything that happens afterwards can only depend on you. If you want to come back, just commit suicide!"
This is Xiaoye's parting words.
"Who is there?" A faint voice came from the bushes, because the crying sound was a little hoarse, and it seemed to be trembling slightly.
"It's me!" Wuyou replied softly.
"Who are you?" The little girl was Zhuoran. When she saw Wuyou appear, Zhuoran was very surprised. She looked at Wuyou with tears in her eyes, as if she was very scared.
"You are Zhuoran?"
Wuyou asked softly, Zhuoran nodded, and the defensiveness on his face became stronger.
"Follow me! I'll take you out of this cold home!" Walking to Zhuoran, squatting down, Wuyou reached out to Zhuoran, trying to pull her.
"Who are you? Who sent you here? Why did I follow you?" Zhuoran was like a frightened kitten when he was a child. Any movement could make her archery snake shadow for a long time.
"I'm the one who came to save you!" Looking at her like this, a hint of heartache flashed in Wuyou's eyes.
"I don't know you!" Zhuoran's eyes became even more frightened by supporting his body to crawl back.
"Who is that? What is he going to do?" In the distance, Mo Han tried hard to move closer to Zhuoran, until every time he just passed by, he was taken into a dream, but he was still not a dreamer, so
The rules did not allow him to appear at all. Mo Han was even more shocked when he saw Wuyou's appearance.
"Stop talking, she's fine!" Although she said this, there was a look of sorrow in Lei Yao's eyes.
"Do you know something? Say it quickly!" Mo Han hurried to Lei Yao and wanted to ask something, but the only answered him was dull.
In the distance, Wuyou was still next to Zhuoran, and his hand that stretched out did not retract.
"Do you want to find something like that? After saying it many times, I don't know where that thing is? My mother left it after she brought it back from the battlefield of gods and demons!" Looking at Wuyou with fear, Zhuoranchen looked at him in fear.
Voice channel.
"What?" Wuyou was also a little surprised.
"Aren't you brought it for the goddess's hair?" Zhuoran asked suspiciously.
When Wuyou heard the four words "The Goddess's hairband", he also trembled in his heart. It was given to him by Yan, and it was with those magical weapons. The hairband was not just a hairband, but also integrated into it.
No matter how far away the soul marks of the two people will eventually feel the existence of their other half.
Back then, Wuyou's soul dispersed and destroyed. The hairband also disappeared in the world of gods and demons. All that was left was a heroic love story. I didn't expect that now I got the news of the hairband because of my momentary kindness. Could it be that
Is all this a dark arrangement? Is Yan not dead?
Thinking of this, Wuyou's cold heart actually felt a little expectant. She felt that Yan would not die so easily.
"Where is that hairband?" Wuyou asked excitedly by grabbing Zhuoran's shoulder.
"Hmph, I knew your motive was not simple. As expected, you came here for that hairband!" He glanced at Wuyou in a faint way, and Zhuoran's eyes were full of contempt.
"I am the owner of the hairband, do you believe it?" For some reason, Wuyou decided to tell him frankly.
"I believe you said you are the King of Shadows!" No matter how weak Zhuoran is now, he was developed as a poisonous tongue when he was a child. After hearing this, Wuyou was blocked from the crowd.
Has said that.
"You go, the hairband has disappeared from the shadow world with my mother's death. It's useless to find me!" Thinking of this hairband that killed my mother and changed my father's personality, Zhuoran had a heart.
She hated her not only hated her mother's abandonment, but also hated the owner of the hairband, because it was this hairband that triggered the darkest place in people's hearts and pushed everyone into the bottomless abyss.