The cold river in the far north is frozen for thousands of miles.

The dark night sky is filled with aurora borealis, and the strange meandering river is formed.

The rime forest formed a frosty white that encompassed the heavens and the earth, spreading to the end of the earth, forming an extreme contrast with the color of eternal night in the sky. A frozen lake is located in the frost forest, clear as a mirror, reflecting the night and the aurora with an indescribable strange wonder.

Qianling's wings stretched out and her skirt hung loose, like a lacquer-colored butterfly hovering above the mirror, and the four-leaf clover in the center of her eyebrows was vibrant.

She looked at herself with her pale skin and blood-red pupils, slender and strong black wings, like the feathers of a night crow, as if they were demons.

The body can be light and free, the abundant power flowing in every bone and blood, free and comfortable, like a butterfly from hell that has broken through all shackles, and is no longer bound by karmic fire.

"Snow Forest, Firefly World, Mirror of Truth......"

"This is it. ”

She muttered, her wings stretched to the extreme, and she raised her hand to seam a piece of clear four-leaf clover into the center of the frozen lake.

The legends and stories that her grandfather told when she was a child, she only regarded them as stories. But it wasn't until she lost her wings and fell into the floating city, walking an inch through this vast world that she realized ......

All the things that Grandpa said turned out to be true.

It's like he's experienced it himself.

The four-leaf clover burned into the mirror, and the wind swirled, stirring up the frost and snow.

Qianling flew back to the edge of the lake, watching the entire ice lake begin to tremble slightly, the ice mirror-like ice surface began to melt, and the clear water waves spread......

Reflecting the dark sky, the flowing auroras, the boundless ice fields......

A pair of giant butterfly wings slowly lifted from under the surface of the lake, the butterfly body was transparent and bright, and it hovered lightly and ethereally, as if there was no substance.

The pure and holy light emanated from the holy butterfly, and for a moment the wind stopped and the snow stopped, as if the aurora had dimmed a little, and the heavens and the earth bowed down to it.

It's the Light.

Feeling the warm light as if flowing into the bones and blood, Qianling closed her eyes, slowly opened them again, stretched her wings and flew up, slowly raised her hand, and stroked the glorious butterfly wings.

This feeling of warmth and sacredness......

But no Light can match...... Closer to ......

God's temperature.

The moment the finger touched the butterfly's wings, the butterfly dissolved and disappeared into the lake as thousands of droplets. The drifting frost and snow weaved a human figure in the center of the lake, and it was unreal under the dazzling aurora light.

"Leave ...... Song?"

Qianling was stunned, staring blankly at the illusory figure in front of her, trembling her hands and touching him in disbelief: "Are you ...... Leaving the song?!"

In an instant, everything in the old Yinfeng Valley was looked back at the eyes, the night of the full moon and the sparkle of fireflies, the love legend of the mountain gods and orc girls, the undefeated peach blossoms and green promenade......

"Qianling...... Long time no see. ”

Lige's face was a little blurry under the aurora, but sometimes it was very clear. He was still gentle and polite, so clear and transparent that he was isolated from the world, his light purple hair was scattered casually on his shoulders, and his shallow smile was warm and sad:

"You're here anyway. ”

Qianling looked at him with surprise and joy, and reached out to touch it, but found that it was just an illusory bubble after all: "You, are you still alive......?"

"This is the ruins of the gods, the mirror of truth left by the creator god, reflecting your heart. You're going to see me, that's why you need me......"

Lige smiled softly, raised his hand, and stroked the girl's forehead through the void, his expression still sad.

"You know I'm coming?"

"I know, I don't know. Even if he is a mountain god, he cannot decide his own fate, nor can he control the number of lives of others. Qianling, all this was fate. Fate is destined for you and me to meet again, and fate is destined to ...... You've come this far. ”

Qianling looked at him and repeated in a dumb voice:

"You expected it...... Where will I be today?"

In the bright and warm light, Lige showed a sad smile again, and there was pity and lamentation in his eyes:

"You remember when you were separated, I told you...... Don't be like me?"

Qianling was stunned, staring at him blankly, her nose was sore, and tears suddenly appeared in her eyes.

"I lost a loved one because of my sluggishness and stubbornness. Her companionship and laughter, I am so accustomed to but have no obedience, should the gods be alone, or obey the destiny of heaven...... I never understood, entangled and painful, and there was no way to get rid of it. ”

He muttered to himself, as if telling the story of the previous life, but his plain eyes couldn't hide the deep sorrow and pain:

"Until she died, turned into dust and ashes, and there was no smile and no warmth, and she could not be found and touched. I was so angry and so devastated, that my hands were stained with blood and I became a fallen god, and my soul was restless and restless......"

"It was you who saved me...... Saved me and Yun Coconut. ”

He stared at the tears on the girl's cheeks, and his words were gentle but sad:

"Why did it come to me...... I just can't figure it out?"

After saying all that, the person in front of him had already burst into tears.

"Original...... Who were you referring to...... It's not a mirror, it turns out ......" Qianling choked up and couldn't read it clearly, "You knew ...... from the beginning"

"Leaving the song...... I regret it......" she cried hoarsely and shook her head, "what should I do if he dies...... What should I do...... Can we meet again after chasing to hell...... Before I finished my sentence, he didn't hear a word...... What should I do...... Leaving the Song ......"

His figure faded into obscurity, dissolving into the aurora.

"Don't go!" Qianling hurriedly went to catch him, but watched the corners of his clothes pass through the palm of his hand, not touching an inch, "Please! Please help me! You are a god, only you can help me save him! As long as he can come back...... As long as Xiaoyue comes back safely, even if I exchange my life for ......"

"If life can be exchanged," Lige said to himself, "I wouldn't end up like this." ”

He gazed at the girl's tear-stained face, sighed softly, and raised his hand to touch her face:

"Qianling, don't worry...... I foresaw this day, so I leave you the tears of God...... Unfortunately, there is only one chance, and if you save him, the Tears of God will disappear. From now on, no matter what path you embark on or what choices you make, you will never have the opportunity to regret it again like today......"

"You're going to ...... Think about ......"

"Leave the song, leave the song ......!" Qianling screamed and burst into tears, watching the phantom in front of her turn into thousands of droplets and sink into the lake that was frozen again.

With her long, dark wings fluttering, she hovered over the icy lake, trembling her fingertips slowly reaching into her heart, pulling out the inconspicuous necklace that had been hanging there and almost forgotten. Soft, cool droplets of water hung there, tears from the gods.

The last words of the song are still in my ears, solemn and sad, like a new round of prophecies and admonitions, heralding a dark and uncertain future.

Qianling only held the tears tightly, the teardrops in her eyes surged down, and she laughed stupidly, spread her wings and flew into the aurora cloud, heading towards the way she came.

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