Chapter 110 Suzaku, Black Umbrella and Bright Night
Chapter 110 Suzaku, Black Umbrella and Bright Night
Ning Que ran in the night, running on the street, raising his right arm from time to time to wipe away the blood on his chin, and the big black umbrella hit his back from time to time. As time passed, the luster in his eyes
It was getting darker and darker, and the eyebrows and eyes exposed outside the mask were frowning more and more tightly, looking very painful.
His vision became increasingly blurry. The horse posts on the street and the gates at the entrance to the market gradually deformed and twisted in his eyes, turning into monsters with teeth and claws. His breathing became more and more rapid, and his lungs were as long as those of a court.
The solemn breath is as urgent and restless as the desperate breathing of a fugitive traveler, and the indifferent vicissitudes of life are like the ruthless breath of history.
Ning Que stood lonely and helpless in the middle of the street, listening to the sounds of breathing coming from all directions in the narrow alleys, back garden, and far hall.
He let go of the handle of the knife and covered his ears with both hands, but he still couldn't stop the various gasping and breathing sounds from penetrating the back of his hands and clearly and powerfully entering his mind.
He slowly knelt down in the middle of the dark Suzaku Street and then collapsed.
A big black umbrella covered his back.
The blood passed through the black umbrella, dripped on the bluestone, and flowed into the gaps between the stones.
On Zhuque Street, which is paved with flat bluestones, there are countless small flowers blooming from tiny drops of blood. From the south city all the way to the north, the blood flowers are connected in a line, faintly connected with the blood on the black umbrella at the front.
Where the blood line pointed in the distance was the stone painting of a red bird on the far side of the street.
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The Suzaku image carved in the center of the royal road is deeply rooted in the stone. It carries the history of the Tang Empire for more than a thousand years. It is unknown how many new and high-spirited kings it has ushered in, and how many old heroes who have failed to defeat time have been sent away.
Lord, its two eyes that are not angry but powerful are always so calm, never moved for a moment.
At this time, the eyes of the Suzaku portrait are still majestic as usual, but the right one of the three indescribably gorgeous top wings on its head is slowly raised, as if it is about to break through the stone surface and enter the real world!
Ning Que fell unconscious under the big black umbrella. He had no idea that the Suzaku portrait in the distance had undergone such a strange change, let alone that a majestic and solemn sense of destruction that seemed to come from ancient times enveloped him.
His blood flowed between the stones, extremely shallow and flat, even shallower and flatter than the limit that humans can imagine. It flowed from the center of the street to the distance, flowing into the complicated and solemn feathers of the Suzaku painting in the distance.
Silently, the blood that flowed into the stone crevices of the gorgeous feathers of the Suzaku statue was quickly evaporated into a light red mist, and then was quickly purified directly into invisible emptiness by some invisible high-temperature force.
The blood droplets scattered on the bluestones of Zhuque Street also began to evaporate and be purified, disappearing one by one. The extremely flat and shallow blood water between the stone cracks continued to evaporate and disappear at a speed visible to the naked eye, until finally it came.
Under that big black umbrella, the blood flowed directly into Ning Que's body!
The fire was invisible, the high temperature was insensible, and the invisible scorching breath seemed to be able to incinerate everything in the world. The blood and water on Ning Que's body were quickly evaporated and dissipated invisible, but his clothes did not change at all.
His arms exposed outside his clothes and his cheeks exposed outside the mask began to turn red quickly, the hair on his forehead quickly became brown and withered, and the nails of his hands resting on the bluestone began to become dry and crispy due to the rapid loss of moisture.
A green leaf was blown up by the morning wind and fell on the back of his hand. Then it was blown down again, and it was still green and moist. An ant was disturbed by the fallen leaf, climbed up on the back of his hand, and then climbed down from the other side, still alive.
But if nothing unexpected happens, Ning Que will be burned alive by the mysterious invisible flames released by the Suzaku portrait in the next moment.
At this moment, a shadow fell down, crushing the poor ant to death with a soft crack.
The big black umbrella, blown by the morning wind, gently covered Ning Que's body, swaying gently like a black lotus. As the black umbrella swayed, the green leaves were frozen into ice in an instant, and were gently blown by the morning breeze.
With a flick of the brush, countless tiny boulders are scattered.
An absolutely cold smell gradually released from the black umbrella, slowly and unstoppably seeping into Ning Que's hot body. After a while, the red on his cheeks and arms gradually faded, turning back to the snow-white color after serious injuries, and resting on his forehead
The hair on her front quickly turned back to black and shiny, and the nails on her hands resting on the bluestone regained their luster.
The Suzaku portrait on the stone street in the distance seemed to sense something. The majestic and solemn eyes were obviously calm as usual, but it gave the impression that they were looking in the direction where Ning Que was lying.
An instant later, the three indescribably gorgeous and indescribably beautiful top wings on its head were raised together!
Almost at the same time, the big black umbrella covering Ning Que swung even faster!
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A black wind blew across the black wasteland, and the strong wind picked up black gravel and threw it everywhere in the sky, so that with the naked eye, it seemed as if the rays of the scorching sun in the sky had turned black.
There is a black snow mountain in the distance of the wasteland. It is constantly melting and collapsing under the rays of the black sun. The melted snow water is mixed with black soil and black gravel, reflecting the black sunlight, and rushes around violently.
The black snow mountain was about to collapse, and the flood it formed was about to destroy the entire world. At this moment, the bright night suddenly came to the world, releasing an extremely warm and cold atmosphere.
Ning Que stood at a certain point in this space, looking at the magnificent scene of destruction in front of him in bewilderment but extremely calm. He didn't know where this place was, but he knew that this was not a dream. This kind of perception was clear and clear.
Firm, just like he could clearly see the light occupying half of the sky, but he was sure that it was night.
The bright night covered most of the sky, blocking the blazing black sunlight, gradually slowing down the melting and collapse of the snow-capped mountains, and the cold smell radiating from the bright night began to re-condensate those raging in the black wasteland.
The flood turns them into dancing black ice and unwilling black snow.
The whole world is being reshaped, and the black snow mountain is slowly but unstoppably rising again.
The world returned to calm, and the night returned to the color it should be. The glaciers and snowy rivers in the wilderness disappeared without knowing when, as if nothing had changed, and as if everything had changed.
The sun in the sky shines warmly on the world. The spring light melts the snow on the other side of the snow-capped mountains. The gurgling water seeps into the depths of the ice and snow, falls into the blue and dark underground ice caves, and then disappears.
I don’t know how many years have passed, somewhere in the wilderness far away from the snow-capped mountains, a gravel trembled slightly and was pushed aside. Then a trickle of water came out, and then gradually spread and flowed towards the horizon.
go.
By the water's edge, a weak but strong grass grows.