It was a blessing and a misfortune that when she knew that he was not him, she didn't know what would happen.
The day passed very quickly, and it was very peaceful. No man in black robe came to die, and there were no green cattle or white tigers. The huge sky in the far north almost made Li Luo think that there were only him and Xue Li. He listened to the sound of blood all day long.
Li hummed one song after another, and after listening to it for a long time, he also learned half of it.
There is a moonlit night in the sky and it is cloudless. It seems that the weather in the far north does not like rain very much. Xueli likes water very much. Every time he sleeps in the mountains and forests, he always looks for the waterside. There are two bright moons in the sky and two reflections in the water.
, very beautiful. From a distance, the grass, trees and mountains are lightly covered with a layer of soft and white moonlight. They are not holy, but also delicate, just like Xue Li sitting with his knees crossed by the water.
Xue Li rarely spoke when she looked at the moon. Li Luo knew that she was thinking of one person, maybe two people, or a group of people. Li Luo was very discerning and did not disturb her when she was reminiscing about the past. It was rare for her to be quiet and comfortable.
Let's just leave her in a daze.
This time, Xue Li was in a daze for a short time. He suddenly picked up the flute beside Li Luo and snatched it from the orcish man's hand before he could throw it away. He played it across his lips. Li Luo was shocked after only three breaths.
, looked at Xue Li blankly, becoming increasingly unable to see through her.
The sound of the flute is clearer and clearer, like a snow sword on the peak, an ice curtain hanging on the water, a tree leaning on flying vines, and a lonely smoke in the sunset. Although it is strange, it is also like a hundred years of loneliness, and the light snow in the red furnace; the more it blows, the more magical it is, the wind leaps, and the sound changes,
The sound of the flute also became sharp and interesting, and Yougu changed the sound of her flute to a variety of styles, with a variety of twists and turns, and the harmony was perfect and wonderful. It seemed that it had been playing together for a long time.
They are in sync with each other and have the same thoughts, as if there is another person playing together in an unknown place in the mountains and fields. In this life and this life, they will never lose each other. They are twists and turns. They are in secluded caves and sky, water is exhausted and mountains are exhausted. There are dark willows and flowers, thousands of rivers and mountains, life and death depend on each other. He has no reason.
A bitter jealousy arose.
Where the harmony is played, each has its own charm, and the flute competes with the sound of the flute. In the end, they are indistinguishable from each other and have become one. The flute worries about his resentment, and she weeps and complains about the flute. Finally, the iron cavalry stands out, the sadness is like an arrow, and the silver merges.
Breaking at first, gentle as a knife, singing in the night in the ghost graveyard, astonishing as a shot, earth-shattering, losing consciousness as a finger, ending here, suddenly silent, the courtyard in the night sky suddenly became silent!
Then there was silence, and Li Luo was in a daze. A shadow passed through his mind in a daze:
If there is a beautiful shadow moving in the window, it is only a beautiful reflection but not a bright color.
The shadows of stunning warriors pass by outside the window, but they are just eating quatrains and not expressing their beauty.
The flowers are beautiful and I am the leaves. Do I have my destiny? I am so wandering that I have nothing to do with it, and I am so carefree that I am sleeping under it.
The wind is a silent sound and I am a tree. Do I have destiny? Like the history of thousands of years coming together, with thousands of words, thousands of feelings, and thousands of threads: iron hoofs, swords and guns are all engraved in his mind, and they are all rolled into one.
, bloody killings, hatred and anger, wind, flowers, snow and moon, lingering affection, dark willows and bright flowers, mountains and rivers are exhausted, clouds and sunshine are changing, joys and sorrows, the deer has tears when he looks back, the leopard has regrets when he looks back, a cliff has thousands of piles of snow, a ten-foot-long thread of mortal world is involved, the rivers and lakes are changing.
Old, the storm never stops.
Li Luo listened, was fascinated, and watched. It was especially clear when encountering snow and especially cold when encountering frost. Who could make her worried and play such a heartbreaking flute sound?
The sound of the flute disappeared, but the distant mountains came alive. They seemed to be drunk on the sound of the flute. They kept whispering and did not calm down for a long time.
"Does it sound good?" Xue Li asked quietly.
Li Luo nodded sincerely: "It sounds good..." Before he could finish his words, Xue Li suddenly threw the flute on the ground like crazy. The flute broke into several pieces. Li Luo was shocked and before he could speak, he
Seeing that she was looking crazy, she strangled his throat with one hand, her eyes were full of murderous intent, and her voice was even colder and biting, "Who told you to listen to it! Why do you listen to this piece of music!" The murderous intent was as real as the one who had just finished stroking the flute.
Hands as gentle as water grasped his throat tightly, leaving him breathless. His red eyes were as fierce as a ghost. Li Luo did not resist, but in fact he had no strength left to resist. Bing Xin Jue was suppressed by a majestic force.
Unable to move, the energy and blood are surging, and there are many shadows in front of my eyes, just like a person who is about to drown. Every time he exhales, there is one less breath, and he can only get out. When the breath is exhausted, it will be the moment of death.
His vision began to blur. Li Luo held onto the graceful wrist with one hand and resisted with all his strength. The other hand did not make any move to save himself, but lightly patted Xue Li's arm without using any internal force.
, it’s just the lightness and weight of ordinary people when they meet and greet each other. The hands are weak, but there is a tune. Naturally, it is not the flute sound I heard just now, but the tune that Xue Li often hums during the day.
When he was counting the last few breaths, the life-threatening hand slowly loosened up. Li Luo gasped for air, like a fish returning to the water, panting, coughing, and reaching out to wipe it.
A few drops of tears leaked out of his eyes. Suddenly, the fragrant wind hit him. Li Luo was helpless and looked at Xue Li who threw herself into his arms and cried loudly. He sat upright with his hands behind his back and stopped coughing in a hurry.
, comforted her in a low voice, but she didn’t know what to say, so she had to tell her to stop crying.
One was trying to persuade him and the other was crying. They had nothing to do with each other, which made the moon in the sky turn its back in shame. Li Luo was very embarrassed, but he also knew that Xue Li in his arms probably had no other thoughts. She
I've always been scolded when I wanted to, beaten when I wanted to, and slept when I wanted to, but now it's not surprising that I cry when I want to.
While she was crying, she muttered something in her mouth, as if she was talking about something. Looking carefully, she seemed to be complaining about someone. Li Luo guessed that it was the master of the black sword and the white sword. That person had harmed her and caused the Taibai clan so much misery, but he didn't want to
He also told her that she was worried, and indeed the word love was the most haunting.
After crying for a long time, his back ached from sitting, and the wounds that had healed a little started to hurt again. Xue Li still had no intention of stopping crying. He wanted to kick her out, but he thought about how he almost pinched her just now.
Li Luo decided to endure the scene of death for the time being.
With the soft fragrance in her arms and the clear vision of heaven and earth, she had absolutely no intention at this moment. If she had, she would probably be able to cut him into pieces without the need for five thunderbolts.
This cry, after a long time of patience, finally stopped, Li Luo secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and put on a sad and empathetic tone: "Cry just cry, as long as you have cried, there is nothing that time cannot take away.
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Xue Li wiped away her tears, looked at Li Luo, choked and said, "I almost pinched you to death."
Crushed to death... Li Luo sighed and replied to Yan: "It doesn't matter, it's still a little bit worse."