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Qianling stood motionless under the peach tree, as quiet as a soulless shell.

Although it is only a moment when the peach blossoms fall, it seems to have gone through thousands of years.

From heartbeat, to perseverance, to grief and despair.

Cloud coconut, is this your memory?

It's like being occupied by someone's emotions, haunted by sadness, and hard to breathe. Gradually, tears slid down the corners of his eyes.

It turns out that the legends of the mountain gods are all true. Poignancy is true, and so is despair.

It's just too sad to bear.

The hand slowly stretched out and touched the jagged and hard branch of the peach tree.

Fluctuating thoughts gradually came from the fingertips, sad and pathetic, like water flowing.

So you're here.

"Yuncout, don't cry. ”

The white fingers gently wiped away the tears on her cheeks, Qianling slowly raised her head, saw Lige looking at her deeply, and carefully reached out to wipe her tears.

Qianling lowered her head slightly, unable to bear to look at the pity and affection in his eyes.

It seems that after Yun Ye died, Lige not only became a fallen god, but even lost his mind and became delirious, otherwise he would not recognize himself as Yun Ye. He only relied on a wisp of remnant soul after his soul flew away, but on the night of the full moon, he turned into a firefly and returned to the mountains and forests.

Are you waiting for her?

If Yun Ye knew that you couldn't even have peace for her soul, wandering and waiting in pain for eternity and eternity, how distressed would you be?

Qianling bit her lip, even though she was a little unbearable in her heart, she clenched her fists tightly and made up her mind.

Now that she has come here, seen Yun Ye's memories, and witnessed the pain of leaving the song, there is no reason to stand idly by!

He can't live in a dream anymore!

Taking a deep breath, Qianling raised her head and looked at Lige's eyes seriously.

"Lige, do you remember Yun Coconut's singing?"

He was stunned, as if recalling the distant past, and his eyes gradually became so gentle that they seemed to melt.

"Yes. He nodded slightly. It was the most beautiful song he had ever heard.

"Good. Qianling smiled at him, "Now, I'll sing to you, you can listen to it." ”

He nodded, pulled her to the stone table and sat down, looking up at her seriously, his eyes revealing expectation.

"Ahem. ”

Qianling cleared her throat, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw the expectant look in Lige, although she felt very embarrassed, she still started singing.

The voice is clear and clean, but the tone is sometimes high and low, like a naughty cat jumping up and down, so that the listener does not feel it.

This is the tune sung by the bell flowers that spread all over the mountains, and it is also the tune that Qingxue Jing personally taught her to sing.

She always can't control her voice, and after practicing so many times, although she still runs out of tune and runs hard, she doesn't know how to run like before, and she still has improved. However, compared to Yun Coconut's natural singing voice, which is almost not inferior to the snow mirror, it is still far behind.

Who said that angels' songs must be as beautiful as heaven's sounds?

Look at her, and then look at Yun Coconut, both of them are special cases.

The singing gradually stopped, and Qianling looked up at Lige:

"How?"

"Uh...... Good. ”

Qianling looked at him helplessly: "Don't lie." ”

Sounds good? You liar...... I don't believe it myself.

Lige pursed his lips and didn't speak, his eyelids drooped slightly, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking.

"Lige, in fact, this is not the singing voice of Yun Coconut in your memory at all, right?"

Qianling followed the temptation, hoping that he would realize for himself that she was not his cloud coconut.

But he suddenly raised his eyes, and his eyes were as clear and clean as a mountain stream:

"It's okay, I don't care. ”

"Ah......?"

He gently held her hand, and his voice was gentle and clear:

"What I like is you, it has nothing to do with singing. ”

Qianling was dumbfounded, and a deep sense of powerlessness rose from the bottom of her heart again.

Are you really stupid, or are you pretending to be stupid?

Qianling didn't get angry, shook off his hand vigorously, and glared at him with the chestnut hair on his cheek:

"Cloud coconut's hair isn't this color!"

pulled his face and leaned in front of him: "Also, we all look different, you won't even forget the appearance of Yun Coconut!"

He stared at her blankly, and did not speak for a long time, as if he was frightened by her fierce appearance and the sudden increase in decibels.

Qianling looked at his pitiful appearance, and suddenly felt a little deflated. Maybe Yun Ye has never been so fierce to him?

It's like she's bullying a little kid.

Qianling pointed to her head, and her voice was soft as if sighing:

"Look, there's no rabbit ears for cloud coconut here?"

Lige lowered his head, and his voice was low with a slight tremor:

“...... What do you want to say?"

Qianling looked at the pain in his eyes, and her heart gradually tightened.

Did you really not see it, or did you still stubbornly refuse to admit it?

Gently took his hand and slowly walked to the peach tree.

Holding his hand on the jagged and hard peach tree branch, Qianling stared at him in a soft voice.

"Lige, don't you really feel anything? I'm not Yun Coconut, the real Yun Coconut is here, you brought her back and buried her under this peach tree, have you forgotten?"

Cloud coconut, cloud coconut.

If your soul senses, please pass on your thoughts to him. This fool has been waiting for you, but he doesn't know that although his beloved has lost his body, he still accompanies him in another way.

The peach blossom rain sprinkled one after another is like someone's tears. So sad, but so gratifying.

I've finally touched you again.

But his hand was suddenly withdrawn.

"Lige?" Qianling looked at him in surprise.

"No, it won't, it can't ......"

He slowly took two steps back, his whole body trembled, tears gradually spread in his eyes, but a strange expression suddenly appeared on his face.

"Wake up, stop deceiving yourself, Yun Ye is dead, if she sees you like this, she will only be more sad!"

Seeing that his face was pale as if he would faint at any moment, Qianling stepped forward worriedly and grabbed his hand.

"You're lying to me, you're lying to me!"

He shuddered and shoved her away, a scream erupting from his mouth!

Qianling was caught off guard by his push, and one fell to the ground unsteadily.

Seeing that blood was oozing from the place where the skin of his palm was scratched, Qianling raised her head from the ground in surprise, but she gasped when she looked at his appearance.

"...... leaving the song?"

The night wind seemed to be fierce in an instant, so cold that it made people's hairs stand up unconsciously.

The peach blossoms withered in an instant, and the delicate pink and white petals withered and withered in an instant, turning into black crumbs and dissipating in the night breeze!

The vermilion god seal was glowing with blood in the night, and Lige trembled and hugged his head, tears were running horizontally, and his lips trembled and muttered "cloud coconut".

The faint blue halo gradually rose up like flames, and danced around him!

"Lige, calm down!" Qian Ling watched in astonishment as the vermilion divine seal on his forehead gradually swirled with a layer of black qi, and a strong ominous aura expanded from the center of the divine seal!

"Cloud coconut, cloud coconut...... I don't believe it, I don't believe ......!"

The long hair fluttered in the night wind! The purple clothes rolled up, and the young man was surrounded by the blue firelight, trembling and letting out a roar of pain!

The firelight flickered, and the pitch-black shadow shook on the ground, and gradually turned into an entity and broke away from the ground!

Hee-hee-hee-hee......

Countless eerie laughter roamed throughout the courtyard, the sound of which was deep and shallow, high or low, and wandering.

With the painful roar of Lige, gradually the whole courtyard trembled violently!

Countless black shadows rose from the ground, laughing and scattering, running and dancing!

The vines that climbed all over the stone walls of the stone corridor were overlapped by shadows, and instantly detached from the stone walls as if they had come to life, and the snakes wriggled and twisted around the surrounding buildings, and in an instant the stone walls cracked open, and stone chips flew out!

The fire is scorching, and the light and shadow are intertwined!

"How can this be ......?"

Qianling stared blankly at Lige, who was surrounded by the blue firelight, stood up and walked towards him, reaching out to pull him out!

A wisp of fire snake suddenly rose from the blue flames, and the moment the snake letter spat out, it let out a sharp hisser and wound towards her!

The raging and dancing flames struck her head-on, instantly drowning her whole person in the blue sea of fire!