Jinjiang's new anti-theft, the little angels who have not purchased enough will delay seeing the text for a while. "I didn't think I would be sad, because this wasn't the first time I've experienced life and death. As a result, I found that it didn't matter how many times I experienced this kind of thing, and I would still be sad when I should be sad. ”

Changsheng gradually began to talk more and more. His face has always been pale, and his tone of voice is also calm and self-controlled, but judging from the content of his words, his heart is actually not as calm as his face.

"You said that you want to find someone who doesn't think you're ugly to marry in your life. The female shopkeeper really doesn't think you're ugly, but her temperament is too spicy, and she looks like she's going to rush up and set the fire to the person who set the fire. ”

"But now she's determined not to care about the arsonist, and after what I've done today, she's probably hated me even more. I've been singing for so many years, and for the first time I know that I still have the talent to act. What's the matter, you don't blame me for not letting her come down to you sooner, do you?"

"Tsk...... What the hell am I talking about? It's so pretentious. ”

He never wanted to eavesdrop on other people's words of mourning, and he was going to go down to meet Changsheng and leave directly, which could be regarded as the end of the other party's "I want you" wild words. However, just as he was about to get up from the black dragon's back, Changsheng suddenly mentioned him.

I only heard Changsheng say to the tombstone: "Actually, on the way here, I kept thinking about why you died. In the end, I found out that maybe you didn't get a good name. ”

"Time is impermanent, the world is impermanent, isn't this the same as the general you worship, it sounds like a premature death? If you call it immortality like me, maybe you will live a hundred years. ”

It sounded like a joke, but there was a hint of pain in the mockery. It's that trace of pain that can only attribute everything to fate, so that the general dispelled the idea of appearing immediately.

That's it, let's not bother this kid's mourning. He didn't lack time, and when it was all over, it wasn't too late for him to reappear.

"Aren't you cowardly, if I finish singing that day's song at your grave, will you be frightened to life?"

"Aren't you curious, if I take off this mask at your grave, will you be shocked to life?"

"Time is impermanent, don't you want flowers, if I send a rain of flowers to your grave, will you be happy to come back to life?"

This rhetorical question is clearly self-deception, and it is rare for Jiang Jiang not to show an expression of boredom, because he himself has done this kind of self-deception.

Even if he is already an Immortal Emperor, when facing death, he is just as powerless after all.

Jiang Jue looked at Changsheng thoughtfully, and he suddenly became a little interested in Changsheng. He didn't expect that the guy who was not afraid of the sky and the earth would have such a time.

He was even a little curious, he was curious...... What is it like under the mask of immortality?

"Remember those spirit coins I owe you? I used them to buy this little jar of wine. It's a pity that you can't drink this wine today, so I have to turn it into a song and give it to you. ”

Changsheng glanced at the snow-covered ground, closed his eyes, and then put the qin in the box on his lap, and then he violently turned the wine jar upside down with his right hand, and the rushing wine actually flowed on the strings!

At this moment, the mask on Changsheng's face fell, and his face suddenly crashed into the general's eyes, causing the man's breathing to stagnate for a moment.

"Time is impermanent, I repeat, this song is called "Eternal Life". "How I wish you could live forever when I'm done.

The sound of the piano in the distance suddenly hovered on the top of the snow-capped mountain, and this time the sound of the piano seemed to be a little heavier than yesterday. As the "Complex Sound Formula" goes, the low and soft sound of the flute slowly seeps into the song, and the flowing wine slowly soaks under the capricious tombstone with the plucking of the strings, and even the air is filled with the lingering aroma of wine.

Jiang Jue's mind was no longer on the song, he stared at Changsheng's face in silence, and suddenly remembered the words that this kid said that he was too ugly. If this is considered ugly, how many good-looking ones are left in the Three Thousand Worlds?

Jiang Jue Zi carefully looked at Changsheng's face, and his brows furrowed even tighter for a while. Changsheng's cold face seemed to wrap around all the pale and fragile of the top of the snow-capped mountain, so much so that even he had the urge to take it into his arms.

It's just that, but his face is cold and not half soft, and his demeanor is very calm when he raises his hand to stroke the piano. This kid obviously hasn't started singing yet, but he gives people the illusion that no one between heaven and earth can sing better than him.

The Shogun found himself looking away from before.

The snow drifting in the distance blurred the general's eyebrows and eyes, and also blurred his slightly dangerous expression at the moment. The man looked away for a while, and he leaned back, lying on the dragon's back, closing his eyes. He has seen a lot of beauties, and immortality will not let him fall in love at first sight.

"Snow flies during the day, listen to the sobs of the piano ......"

"Thinking of the Heavenly Ladder of Immortality, who can transcend the ......"

Jiang was ready to listen to the music quietly, but as soon as he closed his eyes, he felt something soft fall on his face, and after sniffing it carefully, there was a dark fragrance. He couldn't help but open his eyes, and the sight that caught him violently choked his heart.

Can you imagine the scene of a sudden rain of flowers on a thin winter day? The pure white tufs mixed with the fiery red rose petals, the beauty of the world seems to have gathered here, and the beauty and sorrow are terrifying.

He glanced uncontrollably at Changsheng, who was singing on the piano, and just as a rose petal gently crossed the man's thin lips, there was a hint of demagogic beauty in the flutter.

It turns out that the phrase "send a rain of flowers in front of your grave" before immortality is not a joke. Jiang Jue took out a jar of wine from the space ring, raised his head and poured a few sips. This person's scene is enough to shock the world, but it's a pity that he is the only one here who doesn't understand the amorous feelings.

"The night is bloody, and the winter wind is cold......"

"Ascend to the Nine Nights Emperor, my life will be ......"

After Changsheng sang this, his eyebrows gradually stretched, and this casually composed song was gradually sung by him with a unique charm. I saw him plucking the strings with his eyes down, as if he was still thinking about what was brewing.

"Thinking of that red face and bewitching, turn around and forget after a hundred years. ”

"I want that immortal to cross the catastrophe, where will I end up in a thousand years?"

The song raised his head and poured a sip of wine, and a little mockery could not help but appear in his dark eyes. As it is said in this song, it takes thousands of years to cultivate the truth, and in the end, who knows why they are cultivating? In the final analysis, it is easy to grow old and the path of immortality is difficult to walk, and there are not a few people who can understand this, but they still embark on this road of no return without hesitation.

Who in the world is exceptional? Who is willing to be exceptional? Even if he himself once pursued supreme power, what does this son want to express through this song?

"Mo Ruo returns to the wilderness, and plays the bright moon!"

As if in response to his doubts, as soon as Changsheng sang this sentence, his pupils suddenly constricted, and even his heart twitched reflexively.

This is a bit interesting.

Jiang Jue finally couldn't help but laugh lowly. Others are singing about wine, or inviting the moon with wine, but this kid wants to hold a cup of tea to tease Mingyue above his head? He has obviously just embarked on the road of cultivation, but he only thinks of the word "return to the wilderness" in his mind, and there are really such people in the world who have no obsession.

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