Chapter 737 Past and present, the resting place of the clan members
Nan Yueyue's face was silent, and the depression in the bottom of the eyes was difficult to dispel.
The picture of seventy -eight shattered in my mind is constantly jumping, there are thousands of thoughts, like yesterday.
He was swallowed by the magic in his body too much memory, but he could not lose his memories of Tianmen. For the previous him, Tianmen was the harbor that he avoided the storm.
He has been used as a place since he was a child, and it was the hope and significance he had survived.
The thoughts are constantly, the meaning of sadness is filled with the lungs, overflowing the body, and letting Yan Qianxue on the side feel this thick sadness.
Nan Jianyue bypassed the ruins accumulated in the chaotic stone, shuttled at the broken small pavilion, and came to a place where his memory was fresh.
There is a towering tree here, which has a long history.
In the past, this tree was lush and spectacular and beautiful. It was admired. The people of the Tianmen people often called it a wish tree. When the New Year's Eve, the people of the Tianmen people will bundle the wish card to the tree, pray silently, and make wishes and dreams in their hearts.
For the wishing tree, Nan Yueyue's memory is deep, because he was a frequent visitor here when he was a child.
Whenever he was frustrated and ridiculed, he would hold the piano, sit under the tree, play the piano sound, and constantly vent the anger and hatred in his heart.
He hated his natural waste, and at the same time he was extremely angry at the insulting person. Over time, he had a different emotion to this tree, as if he was a friend who shared the worry.
Every time the gentle and kind mother came to see him at this place, he also knew that he liked this tree, so he proposed to decorate it.
"Dingdang Dingdang ~"
The empty voice came from the air, and Nan Yueyue raised his eyes to look at this vicissitudes of trees. Everything was so familiar and strange.
The wind chime is still, but the tree in the impression has become the old tree faint, and the bare dusk.
The wind chimes tied to the tree were exactly the efforts of him and his mother after several days, and one after another. At that time, he often wished under the tree, saying that when he grew up, he must become a big world like a father.
Heroes, guarding the entire Zongmen and the world, but now it seems that he is getting farther and farther from this goal.
If you fail to become a hero, you have become a magic head that everyone is afraid of.
The surrounding buildings have become a crushed stone pile. He bypassed the dead and growing ancient trees. The scene in front of him smashed into his heart like a meteorite.
Yan Qianxue, who has been silent, has widened his eyes after seeing this scene, shocking.
The endless tombstone was arranged in staggered. I don't know where to extend. One by one accumulated with mud to make the grave deeply exploded into the eyebrows, the sadness is extremely.
The two tombstones headed by the head of the tomb are engraved with the clear characters of Nanyue Qiuwen and Di Mingtian, which are very noticeable.
These two names constantly impacted Nan Yueyue's heart, seeming to let him shatter his bones.
Looking at it, there are countless words on the tombstones, and the largest sects of the four realms -Tianmen.
The names engraved on these tombstones are all children and clan sacrificed by Tianmen.
Nan Yueyue said with crying blood, deep and sad in the bottom of his eyes, bent on his knees, kneeling on the ground, and the liver and intestine were broken.
Even if his emotions are deprived, he can feel the tearing feeling in his heart, as if there is a sharp knife cut through the heart little by little, and the pain is suffocating.
He raised his slender hand and grabbed his chest tightly, closed his head down his eyes, and endured the dramatic pain.
The sky was dull, the clouds rolled, and the rain fluttered from the sky, kissed this deserted land, and restlessly was unwilling to die.
The stern raindrops wet Nan Yueyue's hair, and the wet hair hanging in front of the eyes. The rain slipped down and wet his face.
Yan Qianxue in the place was like the wind and rain as Nan Yueyue, touching affection, and the wandering and sorrow of the bottom of the eyes, especially when she saw the sorrowful look of Nan Yueyue's words, her heart was more than
Tort and torture.
Since knowing each other, she has never seen Nan Yueyue Yan's expression and disappointed mood. In her mind, Nan Jiyue said like a dark horse prince in a fairy tale world.
, Never care for her all the time.
However, Nan Jiyue's current look completely refreshed her cognition. Perhaps this is the unknown side of Nan Jianyue.
The rain was getting bigger and bigger, and Nan Yueyue had been knelt on the ground without talking. He closed his eyes and closed his eyes.
Yan Qianxue's clothes were wet by the rain, and the skin of Bingqingyu White appeared in the wet clothes. A beautiful blond hair hanging on the shoulders and in front of him like a waterfall.
Seeing Nan Yueyue's intention, she sighed and stepped forward.
She stretched out her jade hand and gently put on Nan Yueyue's shoulder. She was sad and comfortable, and comforted: "When people go back, let them rest, don’t continue to kneel like this. I believe they are unwilling to watch it.
Let's look like this. "
Nan Yueyue's eyes gradually opened his eyes, his eyes were barren, empty and empty, leaving only chaos. "I should actually come over earlier, but I am afraid of accepting reality, and I have no face to face the dead clan ..............
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"You have this heart enough, I believe they will be considerate of your hardships in the spirit of heaven." Yan Qianxue soothed.
Nan Yueyue raised his chin slightly, looking at the dark sky, the rain dripped in his eyes, but he couldn't wash the turbidity reflected in the bottom of the eyes.
"As long as a long time ago, I had nothing, but even so, I still couldn't forget that I was the master of Tianmen. Is this a punishment for me?"
Yan Qianxue's eyes were slightly dark after listening, squatting down his body, and forcibly put Nan Yueyue's face towards himself with his hands.
"This is not a punishment. You have not forgotten that you still care about Zongmen and always take Zongmen. No matter what you have experienced, as long as you live in this world, Zongmen will never fall.
Only one person can come back to Dongshan, I believe you. "Yan Qianxue firmly believed.
Her eyes were soft, she smiled gentlely, and warm people's heart: "And, you are not nothing now, at least there are me."
In a word, the millennium ice was broken, and Nan Yueyueyan finally looked through the clouds, reached out to hold Yan Qianxue's waist, and hugged his beautiful figure into his arms.
"If you can meet you earlier, maybe everything will be different." He put his jaw on Yan Qianxue's head, and his face was embellished with the desolation and Luoshuo of ancient and modern changes.
Once blinded his eyes because of hatred, blood was stained with blood, and a corpse was millions.
Then, then
But it was too late to wake up ...
Yan Qianxue raised his head from Nan Yueyue's arms, and his hand surrounded his neck, using his face for a while, and stuffed his face into his arms.
"Good, not sad, we often come to see it in the future." She gently stroked Nan Yueyue's hair with a white jade hand, and the sound was mixed with gentleness, melting the Bingyu Hanchuan.
Although the raindrops are cold, Wen Cun wraps tightly, and the heart of Nan Yueyue is much better.
PS: The chapter of the previous life and this life will come to an end soon ... This chapter has been completed!