It's a winter day, a long night.

Indeed, people are numb.

Because it is time to die.

The bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods of hell are really in a hurry to seduce their souls, you are really worried, do you really think that I am going to die if my blood is condensed into pale ice?

Now, aren't you Han Xian exactly like this?

The dignity of death.

"Pounding, pounding, pounding~~~!"

Black heart.

This black heart beats not with the aura of life, but with the color of death.

Bear.

Hot blood comes out of the heart, because of this warmth, this heat, so I live, so I live happily, and I live happily, and I am constantly fighting.

But what about now?

Black death.

This death actually forcibly reverses the trajectory of life, and the state of life is to push death forward.

Beating, the sound of the black heart beating is to push your good life into hell step by step, and you will never be able to live beyond it.

was numbed.

was captured.

So you can't do anything but wait for death in the cold?

Heart.

That's not just where life is, it's also the source of the Tao, black death is the law that steals life, but the current star map must still be alive.

There's still a little bit of light, and there's still a little bit of life.

Although the life is miserable.

The tree is withered and yellow.

The Buddha was haggard.

The demon king is sad.

They all have sad faces, they all listen to the leaves drifting, waiting for death to come, how can they be the only ones waiting.

Under the Road Tree.

Soul body.

This is the real withering, this is the real brokenness, the color is so haggard that the face is full of black death without a trace of strength, describing the withering to the skin and bones, like the dry bones in the mound.

Die?

The cold of the body, the death of the soul.

Death seems to be the color of this.

Then it's true, even if the star map still retains a trace of temperature for the time being, it is only making a final struggle, and the destruction seems to be in the blink of an eye.

But who gives this temperature?

Not a Buddha or a demon.

It was Han Xian's head with a celestial star, but it wasn't the early sun, it wasn't the sun front, it wasn't withering, it wasn't Yiying, they all seemed to be sleepy, they were all hidden in the shadows, so who else was struggling in the air?

The only point is bright.

The only fraction of light left.

'Shizuichi!'

The only stillness, a lonely heart in the air, according to Han Xian's head, struggling with the last glimmer of hope, hoping that the only 'quiet' can grasp the only life.

It was absolutely quiet.

There is only Han Xian here.

Trembling shimmer, careful light, squeezing through the darkness, coming from the darkness, timidly, on his forehead, at that time this was also the place where black and white life and death drops dotted, but now this is the place where 'Jingyi' is conserved.

"Whew~!"

The most essential beginning.

Hope was magnified in an instant, and where it was lost, it began, the source of the body, the place of the heart, the black of the heart suddenly overturned, and the blood was redone.

"Pound~!"

The heart roared.

Life roars.

Still in that place, on his forehead on his back, where the black and white water droplets broke and splashed, were in the shape of a little mist.

Origin.

The mist is not the origin, the drop is their true color until it is broken.

"Whew~!"

In front of me, I saw a lot of black and white, and I saw that the drop of death was falling, and after that, I saw the monkey three holding sticks and crushing it.

Here they are.

Everything was in a trance, everything that happened just now seemed to be in a dream, I saw the black and white water droplets that depicted my own death, but I also saw my own rebirth.

Well now.

Water droplets are still falling.

Do it all over again?

Coming to experience it once?

I'm stupid, although I don't know if the picture in my mind really exists, or if it is the pity of heaven and earth in foresight, what I can understand is that now that I am still alive, then it is natural to do everything to avoid death.

'Shizuichi~!'

It was already arranged.

It has long been instructed clearly, the law of Jingyi, which has repeatedly brought him to escape, has once again pulled him back from the brink of death.

"Whew~!"

No, Han Xian, who raised his forehead to greet death, disappeared, swept through the air, and the water droplets fell on the grass, and suddenly bent a leaf of grass.

"Bang~!"

Unlucky.

This leaf grass is not unlucky, the body that was bent by the water droplets has not had time to stand up straight again, and it was indeed beaten into powder by the monkey three.

"Huhu~!"

And after this stick landed, two figures immediately appeared in the air, one wind and rain, it was Ji Meng, and one black and white was naturally candle yin,

Sullen.

Their faces are predictably gloomy.

Their gaze swept from under them again and again, and they looked at the head of Yingdu City again and again, that person was there, and Han Xian used the Jingyi Law to jump there.

He just ran away?

He's still alive, huh?

Can't believe it.

Ji Mengtong's gloomy face was full of disbelief, and they were not the only ones who didn't want to believe it, the dragon god's face was also gloomy, and it was also surprised that Han Xian could still escape, that was a means of killing.

But it turned out that it was just a means of bending the grass stalks with dripping water.

At this moment, of course, Han Xian would not kindly explain to the dragon god what happened just now, because even he didn't know why he had a really excessive trance dream, only that the Dao leaves in his own star map that had successfully appeared alive in Yingdu City were greener and verdant, reflecting his own color in the red maple leaves.

Eight realms.

It's not there yet.

Although it is not the Eight Realms at this moment, he can be sure that the Eight Realms are not far away for him, and they are just around the corner.

'Whew~!'

The wind was blowing, the wind was blowing, and in the city of Yingdu, all Yu Ce's faces suddenly became solemn, holding the gun in his hand, and they all bowed to Han Xian, and said, "See Your Excellency the General." ”

It's not the first time I've seen it, so why is it so polite.

Is it much?

The so-called etiquette is not strange.

Yu Ce, they never dreamed that they could actually run with the demon clan, and they could actually crush their backs, there is no doubt that this was brought by the general.

Naturally, thank you.

"Hehe~!"

Laughing, Han Xian smiled lightly in his mouth and said, "Brothers, tomorrow I will kill the enemy with General Ben." ”

"Order~!"

The voice, the voice with temperature, this is the roar of life, this is just like the sound of triumph, this voice flies and warms, giving a little warmth to those thin and helpless people who are cold in all corners of Yingdu.

Not hopeless.

Look, weren't we the first day of our lives?

Lo and behold, it's still an exciting day.

Look, demons are not terrible, we can actually kill them.

Lo and behold, the demon clan retreated.

Look, now the sun is also setting, and lo and behold, the clouds are swaying gracefully under the colors given by the sun's embellishment, how beautiful.

Pretty is the multiplicity of clouds and the beauty of the sun.

But that's not the only thing that's beautiful, it's the magpies that fly in the air, they shake their beautiful feathers, they come in pairs, they run to the sun, to the moon.

In the blink of an eye, the beautiful sun disappeared at the end of the Magpie Bridge.

And after a blink of an eye, the beautiful moon boarded the magpie bridge, slowly rising, quietly sprinkled soft white, listening to the silence of the earth.

The moon is bright in the sky.

Listen to the whispers of people in the silence of the earth.

"Hehe, didn't you say ignore me?"

Laughter, shy smiles, blood-colored armor, hideous appearance, although the voice is delicate, but this blood-colored armor really makes too many people shudder.

Who is she?

Shi family leader, Wu Xian, Shi Yue.

And who was the man beside her, someone who hadn't appeared for a long time, he had been buried for too long, and he was finally willing to make a little noise.

"I like you. ”

Who's saying that?

Wu Jitang, the person who had disappeared for too long appeared, his face was cold, and his cold face must have been forcibly suppressing the sound of his heartbeat.

Is it straightforward?

Is it straightforward enough?

The color of shame on Shi Yue'e's face is more bewitching than this blood-colored armor, and this colorful color can't even hide the soft white moon in the sky.

For the first time.

The first time I heard him say that, I must have fantasized about it, I must have dreamed about it.

But it's different, it turns out to be like this.

Dodging, a pair of eyes didn't know where to look, floating up and down, and finally had no choice but to stare at the undulating ground under him.

It's the eyes.

The eyes are hiding, and Shi Yue'e's palm is even more hidden, hiding until there is nowhere to hide, and in the end, she can only keep kneading the reins and making non-stop kinks.

He said he liked it.

I've been waiting for a long time, unexpectedly, how many times he has wandered on the verge of death, he hasn't said these two words, but at this moment, he said.

Is it because the moon is beautiful in the sky?

Or is it because of the air magpie bridge meeting, the heart of the people who feel their feelings is sincere, true feelings?

"Hehehe~~!"

Laughing, laughing is so happy, Shi Yue'e smiled and whispered, "Ignore you." ”

Good smile, so soft, this situation is so envious of others.

At the head of the team, Sheng Qingyi, dressed in a fluttering snow suit like an immortal in the world, was moved by the laughter behind her and stumbled by the words behind her.

She has him.

And I was alone.

Full of wounds, face lifted, see the beautiful waning moon in the air, the clear moon shines on the human face, but I am alone, I am standing on the magpie bridge alone to guard the opposite bank Lang does not appear, I stand alone on the bridge, listening to the world's infatuated lovers murmuring endless love words, but endless tenderness.

The moon is in the sky.

There is only one person in the world.

Moon Country.

The high walls of the palace, this huge place, are filled with great coldness, and Emperor Chu Xin wore his hair loose and sat in front of the Great Sage's Relic Piano decadently.

Although her face was haggard, her eyes were unusually clear.

Sweeping through the dark room, looking out the window, looking at the curious moon in the house, seeing its crescent arc, as if seeing his smiling face slowly emerging in front of his eyes.

See the moon.

Chu Xin asked, "Are you doing well?"

Seeing the moon?

At the same time, in this same Yingdu City, is Chu Xin the only one who sees the moon?

She must not know that at the foot of the majestic palace mountain, in an unknown corner of Yingdu City, there is a face shrouded in black robes that is also looking at the moon in the sky.

See the moon.

He was also asking, "How are you doing?"

"Hehe~!"

Chu Xin smiled, and he smiled too.

Chu Xin smiled and asked the person in the heart of the moon in the sky, "Do you miss me?"

The black-robed man was the same, and asked the person in the sky and Yue Si's heart, and said, "I miss you, what about you, do you miss me?"

"Hehe~!"

Laughing, Chu Xin shook his head with a smile, raised his hand, and touched the Great Sage's Relic Music Piano with his five fingers: "Xin'er really wants to see you, Xin'er, I'm really tired." ”

'Hey~!'

The bright moon is thousands of miles more than acacia.

Tonight, the magpie will read more strongly.