It's dark, cold, and the pain in my heart is so painful that I feel numb, and I don't know when it will disappear silently.
There seemed to be a clear voice whispering in her ears for a long time. Sometimes it was a long paragraph of memories, sometimes it was asking questions that she couldn't answer at all, and more often, it was meaningless murmurs. I vaguely felt that it should be a person.
The girl smiled like a silver bell and was innocent, but she was as indifferent to the bloodshed as she was. Her words always revolved around a name.
Mingsha, the leader of the Vulcan Sect, then this girl should be the one he protects, right?
Staying together for a long time, even if you can't hug each other and feel the warmth, is better than having nothing, being alone and forgotten in the darkness that no one knows.
Maybe until her soul is gone and her bones rot, Wei Moyan still won't know where she is, alive or dead. She never asked him to remember her, but she asked him to forget it forever and stop pestering her. In the end, he gave her the most fatal blow.
One sword cuts the heartstrings.
It was enough for her to bear the sin of being lonely and desolate.
"Beautiful sister, he's here, he seems to be here to pick you up." This voice became the last word in the vast darkness, and the girl never spoke again. She thought it was the end, but who knew - she heard his voice again.
"where is she?"
He still refused to let go.
She was awakened from a long sleep by the hazy red light in front of her eyes. The wind whistled in her ears, the hourglass cracked, and the wooden door made a familiar creaking sound. It was as if she had returned to the cold Zhu Pavilion thousands of miles away, and returned to the room where she had lived for two years.
Her eyelids were heavy, but she always had the urge to open them, even though she knew that her life was over and she would never be able to see anything again, let alone those deep and indifferent eyes that buried all her years.
It can't be him, absolutely not.
With red candles and happy music, dark eyebrows and beautiful face, he should have become a husband, holding hands beside Aofeng who really soars to the nine heavens, and then, he will never forget who once lived and died for him.
The broken sword and the new body, the cold to the world, was the farewell to him. In this life, it will never be relevant again.
"Are you awake?" The ethereal voice gradually became clearer, right next to my ears, and began to linger.
A slight coolness under her eyebrows completely blocked the hazy light in her sight. In an instant, she regained all her feelings. She could hear Chi Chi's breathing close by, and her fingertips could tell whose palm was holding it gently. The familiar feeling felt like a world away.
It has passed through hundreds of generations, but it is still deeply imprinted in my heart.
And their time together was only a short two years.
The voice was cold and cold, mixed with tenderness and paranoia that only she could understand. It was just like the love he refused to let go in the past, and he would rather break the jade and not leave the whole stone behind. It was overwhelming and difficult to bear.
Suddenly, I used all my strength to open my eyes, and the dim light was dazzling.
In the monotonous and almost boring room, the pens, inks, paper and inkstones that she had used were placed on the table. After she smashed them to pieces, a clean tea set was neatly placed there, as well as a gorgeous wedding dress that was as bright as fire.
Nothing has changed since she left.
The lips are soft and lingering, holding back the weak breath and refusing to leave. Just from that breath, you can tell that it is really him, so real.
"Even if you die, you can only die in my hell." A low voice murmured in his ear.
The hell of sin built with the joys and sorrows of countless people was only for him and her.
The blue sky falls in the yellow spring, the sea of evil falls in love with the sky, but this is her destination.
Every inch of her hair was as black as ink, her eyebrows were frosty, her thin lips were as pale as water, and her scent was still there, and her smile was as pure as pure snow. He just kept looking at it, as if he couldn't see enough, even blinking felt luxurious, and he couldn't take his eyes away.
Deep and bright.
She will never leave her, she will depend on her for life and death, and even if she goes against fate and changes her fate, she must stay by his side and never allow her to leave.
Didn't we make an appointment?
Although they are born differently, they must die together.
"Why am I still alive?" She was dumbfounded. Mingsha would not lie to her, so what did he do and what did he give up to allow her to return to the world after her life was cut off? She didn't want to owe him anything anymore.
I can't repay it in my lifetime.
My fingers wiped away the sudden tears on my fair cheeks, and there were drops of water stains on the corners of my sleeves.
"Because, I want you to live."
Live by his side, watch the Orchid Flowers blossom into snow, and see the vast world of Donghu, go through every scene she has never walked through, fulfill every vow she made, and never leave until the end of her life, and go to hell together.
Even if they die, she will stay behind him and spend the forgetfulness together, reminding each other not to drink the bowl of water that will make people forget their memories of the past.
Then after three lives and seven lives, the heart and soul will be connected and will never be forgotten.
There is warmth and tranquility in my arms, and I don’t want to let go when we embrace each other. Since we have already decided to give up everything, why not let God destroy and hinder us?
She believed that no one would let her go again.
When the black figure appeared on the pavilion stage, the busy disciples in the pavilion raised their heads one after another, with awe and loyalty as before, looking at the long-lost Shengxue in white clothes with the world-famous beauty beside him, indifferently, without knowing the joy or sorrow.
, and looked peaceful. After all the ups and downs, the dragon and the phoenix in the pair were finally able to join hands without any grudges, facing the mist and rain in the distance, the dragon and phoenix were graceful and magnificent, unparalleled in the world.
In the vast world, the vast world, who can fall into the stars with a sword, who can move the world with a dance? The sky is merciless, but those people are crazy about love, performing one after another of unparalleled myths, teaching heaven to reverse the cycle of reincarnation, love, hate, anger and ignorance.
Because of his sin, he returned to the purple world of mortal love.
"May the master of the pavilion and the master of Hongxian Hall grow old together, live life and death together, and let the luan and the phoenix sing in harmony, roaring together across the Nine Provinces!"
The loud cry that day shocked the entire Lanling City, and even the snow in the south of the Yangtze River danced and fluttered wildly for it in an instant. How much dirt and darkness were buried in the silver, leaving only traces of wild geese in the mud, leaving only the infinite country to hand over for employment, and change the life.
Happiness, never get tired of both.
It's night, the clear songs are playing, the strings and strings and bamboos are playing a piece of music that has not stopped, people are drinking and drinking, and the cups and chopsticks are clinking together to make generous smiles. The seven-story Zhu Pavilion stands high, the white jade stone platform is red like the Red Sea, and there is unprecedented prosperity in troubled times.
, singing and dancing.
Compared with the hustle and bustle below, on the top of the seven-story pavilion, two figures in the darkness were quiet and peaceful.
There were no red candles, no luxurious wedding clothes, and no congratulations and smiles. There were only two people standing in front of the window and hugging each other quietly.
All the results today are too difficult. Although I am happy, I am not as happy as those simple-minded disciples. For the two people who have experienced the joys and sorrows of separation and separation, they are an innocent young man, a humble gentleman, an old friend from the past, and a confidant and beauty...
Behind them, there are too many people who have sacrificed their lives for this, not to mention those innocent souls who are cursed day and night by hundreds of ghosts.
Originally, heaven did not allow them to be gentle for even a moment, so it was a great blessing to be able to stay together peacefully away from the hustle and bustle.
In the country and in the world, what can be compared to the infatuation of an ordinary person in the mortal world? She is happy to be married every day, hates her every day to be jealous of her beauty, and changes her fate against the will of heaven. Why tell her the end that will come when she doesn't know when?
Ripples suddenly appeared in the wine cup, and the enchanting man who was teasing his singers and dancers was stunned for a moment, raised his head, and his six heads were swaying in the sky.
"There are five flowers in the grass and trees, and six in the snow. Kite, did you know that this snow is also called Weiyang flower." Or maybe it was the intoxicating aroma of the wine, and the frowning girl always felt that the master's voice was particularly clear and gentle tonight, as if
It was also a bit of nonsense. Mr. Gusu tapped his bamboo chopsticks on the cup, and the sound was crisp, and he smiled and said: "Weiyang, there is no end and no end, which means that this snowflake has no roots and no return. Everyone says
It is pitiful, but I feel that it is hope and future from nothingness. If it does not die, there is always the possibility of nirvana and rebirth."
Looking up, it was dark in the high pavilion and nothing could be seen clearly.
There, who looked at the vicissitudes of life from afar, who kissed away the tears from the corners of whose eyes, and who was silent with whom.
The two wrists are intertwined, and the luan and the phoenix sing in harmony.
The floating life does not stop, and it will not change until death.
————————————Broken Thoughts————————————At this point, the dust has settled.
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