The blazing remains of the mirage warmed the cold deep sea. The water bubbles dragged by the painting changed from red to dark, and no trace of drowning was left. At the top, there were broken wood and the faint bleak projection of the sky. He lowered his head and thought about the moon.
God’s suggestion is to wait for the years to pass by, for the mountains and rivers to be eternally silent, to wait for reincarnation to meet again, to engage in meaningless struggle in this life, only to miss the moon, and then be left alone for a hundred years. It is better to choose time to achieve success and meet again in the next life. This
Thoughts were like the seeds of a plague, taking root and spreading crazily in his mind as soon as they sprouted.
The moon stares at the quiet and elegant lotus, but I don’t know why I feel lonely. In this silent time, what is there that cannot be let go deep in my heart? Is it the sorrow for the past that has been lost? Or maybe it is the confusion about the new life.
Searching? It’s just that all these feelings are due to the unexpected arrival of the young man.
Shao Yu stretched out his hand in confusion. The sky that was so far away before seemed to be within reach now. There were stars in the sky, the red sun was scorching, the mist was light and the rain was pouring, but the cold water was missing.
He closed his eyes and stopped looking at the light of the moon. He didn't want to look at it anymore. This was not a dreamy starry sky, but a hell where blood was splattered with Shura.
"No..." Tianming fell into the bottomless abyss. His beating heart dispelled the demonic barrier, and he spoke with indelible firmness in his tone, "...I know that I am really bad... At this moment, there is a huge disparity in strength.
situation, and what I have to do is something that seems impossible... However, one thing I know very well is that I have enough courage to prove that I will not shrink back and escape.
Until then, I will not give up. No matter how powerful the opponent is, no matter how slim the chance of rescuing Yue'er is, I will try my best. Even if I risk my life, I will see what I can do in the end.
To this extent, what will happen in the end... Humph! No one can use confusing words to achieve the purpose of distorting my independent consciousness..."
The declaration of decisive battle is like an ancient wind, sweeping through the remaining clouds in the sky.
Tianming closed his eyes, raised two fingers in front of his body, and moved the sword energy without breathing.
Like a sword but not an attack, the dark eyebrows have no edge.
A black stream began to flow into the weak gap, gradually overflowing and turning into a magnificent sea of ink. The scenery was pale and yellow, and the ink brows were domineering and melted away the barrier, rippling with the slanting shadow of the Moon God.
Spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums will last forever through the ages. In the troubled times, there has long been no boundary between demons and Tao. There are two completely different sects fighting against each other. One side is splashing ink, flowing threads are stirring, and the other side is turbulent and lingering.
The pen outlines, the yin and yang are divided, and the still water is not afraid of the rapids.
The dawn is as steady as a statue, and the ever-lasting internal energy spreads horizontally and colorfully.
The heart is like a spider silk swimming in the blue, the body is like silk armor turning into a dead branch, the fingers of the moon god draw light and shadow, and the tentacles are traceless, and Xiao Ran wipes out the traces of the ink front.
The two people are like statues, their two lives are disconnected, and they are both silent and unconnected.
The eyebrows twirled freely to remove Zhu Chen, and the dawn seemed to be swept by strong winds, or struck by thunder and lightning. The weak body was trembling, and the blood in the nose was flowing like ink, one drop, one drop, one drop, like a bunch of black.
The flower of nightmares blooms.
On the sea surface, the goddess-like reflection of the Moon Goddess swayed and filled the air, dyeing the ever-changing vicissitudes of blue blue.
Desolate night, clear sea surface, red blood rippling drop by drop, strange and bright.
When the wind and fire roared, a lone tree in the distance came rushing towards the waves, like an arrow leaving a string, it fired without missing a beat, and shot at the moon god with the force of a hundred steps. Shao Yu jumped up and pressed against the wind, leaning against the water to hold the fallen meteors in the sky.
The stacked barriers were kicked away, and the bright red flames gradually faded away.
The moon god stretched out his hand to stop him mercilessly, and the lights and shadows followed each other in the paused air, which was silent.
The purple light and shadow changed places, clamped Shao Yu's throat and lifted him up high. Shao Yu's eyes burning with bonfires were connected with the ghostly moon god. He was no longer able to struggle, and the remaining oxygen in his body was waiting to be consumed.
Consume all.
Yue'er looked at the young man who was pale, covered in blood and frowning. His appearance was hidden by the rain curtain, and her numb eyes began to tremble, as if she was expressing an inexplicable heartache. She stepped on the water, step by step.
Walked towards him step by step.
Shao Yu kept approaching the limit of suffocation, and his protruding eyeballs looked desperately at the moonless sky. The boundless tide was filled with a cold breath, which chilled his clothes and froze his heart.
At that moment, his heart trembled violently, and a consciousness drifted through his mind. His dim pupils suddenly lit up with anxiety. He seemed to have discovered something and wanted to do everything possible to prevent it. There was one thing.
He had to use his last breath to squeeze out his last strength to save Tianming.
The Moon God heard his thoughts, and her sinister smile bloomed like a charm, with a hint of pity in the strangeness, "Oh! Did you notice it...but it's already too late!"
Falling sparks, cold splashing waves, desolate night, restless time, suddenly a bolt of lightning lit up the vast sea, shocking the confused Shao Yu.
Tianming opened his eyes wide in horror, slowly lowered his head, and saw the blood spraying from his chest.
The moon, like an exquisite and clear relief, was very close to him, and in her hand, a water droplet pierced his chest, and then slowly pulled out, mixed with blood and flowed to the sea.
"Yue, Yue'er, what's wrong with you...you...must not be intentional?" Tianming couldn't feel the pain. God seemed to be playing a big, ridiculous joke with him. In this world, even if everyone could
If they abandon him and hurt him, Yue'er will not be like them, and the same is true for Yue'er. He has always been so convinced. At this time, the clouds seemed to collapse, and a thick suspicion numbed his body.
and soul.
Yue'er's face was expressionless, with a teardrop hanging from the corner of her eye. Under the collision and refraction of the firelight, it shone like a bright mirror, and the emotional brilliance dispersed into thin and beautiful raindrops.
The floating mirror accompanies the mirage, sleeping peacefully, waiting for things to turn into mud over the years, sleeping under the underworld forever.
Yao Yaohua, fantasy moon mirror, who dominates the floating world? Who will go to the rivers and mountains together?
In the cold smoke, when the drop of tear quietly slipped on her fingertips, she realized emotionally that the tingling pain in her fingertips had started violently at some point. She reached out and gently touched Tianming's cheek, and her heart gradually warmed.
When I wake up, my love is knotted, and my heartache has nowhere to think about. A confused person, a heart like water, and a soul that has been lost for a long time has finally found its throbbing home. But is it too late?