"Let's move somewhere else, it's too small. ”

She crouched down in front of the crevice, sniffed, and smiled and held out her hand to him, "Okay?"

He curled up in the crevices of the rock, like a skinny cat, his bare feet in front of him, his silver hair draped over his body like a waterfall, and a pair of silver eyes looked at her in the dim light, but did not respond.

Qianling directly reached into his hand to grab him, regardless of his bared teeth and bright claws, he took the person out in three or two strokes, hugged him into his arms with a smile, and rubbed his frightened little face.

knew that Yue wouldn't do anything to her.

He is cold and clumsy on the outside, but he is the most delicate and gentle person in his bones, and he always has been. It doesn't matter if it's 300 years ago, or 300 years later.

"By the way, do you have any younger brothers and sisters?" Speaking of which, why didn't you see Lan Feng? Weren't the three of them together three hundred years ago?

He hung his head and was silent.

"Uh-huh...... answer me. She reached out and pinched his little limpy face.

He had no choice but to shake his head.

"Well, let's go around and pick a more comfortable place. By the way, do you have a favorite in particular?"

“……”

This problem of not liking to talk has really been cultivated since childhood.

Qianling looked at the delicate little guy in her arms, and the corners of her lips couldn't help but rise.

Hell knows no day or night, the molten molten flames are scorching, the dark sky is sparkling, and its thousands of intertwined chains of holy light shimmer like stars.

The little boy stood barefoot in the lava field, his long silver hair hanging at his feet, and looked up at the crooked "tree house" of rattan and stones hanging from the rocks.

"That's it!"

Qianling's pitch-black wings stretched, landed lightly in mid-air, patted the ash on his hands, and looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction.

There is no grass in this sea of molten fire, but there are many strange creatures such as flame lizards. She found a large area of demon vines and other strange creatures that attack people in the eastern mountain range, collected a lot of materials, and then chose this relatively cool and secluded mountain range to build this treehouse halfway up the mountain.

The room was suspended in mid-air, made of goblin vines, supple and malleable by the sticky sap that had survived death, moderately sized rocks, the spit of red-tongued frogs, the hard shells of flame lizards, and other jumbled materials......

Although it was a bit ugly, it was sturdy and solid, and the dangerous aura emitted by the materials of these demon beast bones alone could also discourage ordinary demons.

"Let's stay here in the future. ”

She crouched down and took the boy's small palm and held it in the palm of her hand. Suppressing the sourness in her throat, she smiled at him.

Month...... That's all I can do for you.

He looked at her, his eyes clear, his silver eyelashes drooping, at his own hand she was holding, and at the smiling red eyes behind her mask, where he was the only one.

"You'll be great in the future. ”

Sparks were falling in the sky, illuminating the girl's white mask like the most brilliant gunsmoke. The eyes behind her mask were smiling, flowing brightly, never so sure.

So, don't be afraid.

It's good to keep moving forward with determination.

Suffering, loneliness, is temporary. In the future, you will meet many, many people, including me.

We're all ......

Waiting for you.

Silver hair fluttered in the firelight, he slowly raised his head, staring at the tree house above, the spark illuminated the silver pupils and delicate face, and then he lowered his head, and said in a childish voice:

"You ......"

Flames burned the mountains in the distance, and waves of molten rivers of heat blew in the distance.

The empty ground, the empty palms, the person just now, and the hands holding him are gone.

He was stunned, looked around hurriedly, and stood there for a long time, stunned.

Behind the mountain rocks in the distance, Qianling leaned there, slowly lowered her head, and closed her eyes.

"It's good to know how to pull back from the precipice. ”

A clear halo lights up in front of your eyes, butterflies flutter up, and butterfly wings flutter to open up colorful light.

"This is the past, everything is illusory, I hope you can understand. ”

She closed her eyes and spoke in a dumb voice:

"When can I go back?"

"I can't be sure. The time gap is a vulnerability created by the unmanaged secret realm, and it itself will be repaired and healed, but no one can guarantee how long it will take. ”

She nodded slowly, her wings stretched behind her, her black cloak raised, and her whole person dissolved.

The past is a long time.

Like an endless river that overflows the sky, burying everything.

The sparks in the sky are still falling, as beautiful as meteors, and the sea of fire and heat waves are raging on the banks of the molten lava.

Qianling's pitch-black cloak rose on the top of the mountain, and a few strands of chestnut hair flowed from the side of the mask, and the hot wind fluttered wantonly.

She watched the little boy walk through the lava fields, sleeping, hunting, trimming the treehouses, and gesturing against the mountains......

It's just occasionally, there's more time to look at the sky in a daze.

Month......

The stars in her eyes were turbulent, and the hot and humid eyes were sour, and the sourness was a wave of calm, back and forth.

Once the most distant, your past.

Now in front of my eyes, within reach.

I want to hold you, I want to comfort you, I want to protect you from all the harm on the road of growth......

But I can't.

All the thorns, tribulations, loneliness and pain, forge the future you. The gentle and proud you, the mature and brave you, the one I love deeply.

Month...... Come on.

I look forward to waiting for you in the future.

When the light spread like a wave, a crack appeared in front of him.

"Looks like the gap has been repaired, let's go, go back to your plane. ”

The light of the butterfly was fluttering, Qianling looked at the crack in time in front of her, her hair was flipping, and finally turned her head and looked at the distant sky, the person she couldn't let go.

He was climbing the hot lava mountain, and a few adult demons were cloaking it like a cat and a mouse.

"Hmm......"

With no way to escape, he could only go up, clinging firmly to the mountain rock and hanging from the mountain wall, where the mountain tops were swept by flames.

His silver hair hung in the air, he gasped lightly, clutching the little hands and feet that were stepping on the rocks and were scorched by the hot temperature, and the white smoke was burned, and the wound recovered, and he was burned again, and again and again......

Like the most brutal torture, there is no end.

Qianling's pupils were trembling, her breathing was tight, and her nails sank deep into her palms, piercing the blood.

"I ...... Can't do it. ”

She choked up, tears rolling down her eyes.

"He needs me ......"

How can you watch indifferently and walk away in style?

No matter how illusory the past is, it has also happened in reality. He is so real, and I am so real......

This encounter is so real.

How can it be illusory?

。 m.