What do you want in this world?

Nothing.

That's obvious, isn't it?

Whether it is the apex of the fairy road, whether it is the prosperity of the world, whether it is the spiritual soldier holy medicine, whether it is the beauty of the city, whether it is the rich and honest.

In short, everything is meaningless, isn't it?

It's like the rain of late autumn.

Like withered flowers and fallen leaves.

It's like the dark sky and the earth.

What is all that is sought and what is sought?

If it is said that there is nothing to ask for, but it is simple, vain, and to spend the morning and twilight, then what is the meaning of this day, just a simple reciprocation of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy?

If the reciprocating joys, sorrows, and sorrows are the meaning of yesterday, then the meaning of today is also the meaning of yesterday?

In an infinite loop of each day.

In the days that never change.

Everything is fixed.

Everything is constant.

If you fall behind, you will be beaten.

Poverty can be bullied.

If you are weak, you will lose the capital to survive.

Therefore, after a period of weakness and suffering, the living being will grow, and although it will not become perfect, it will truly attain something called growth, which is the sublimation of the state of mind, or it can be said to be numbness.

The strong will indulge in pleasure, and thus become a bird flying in the sky, the taste of standing on the ground, the taste of walking on the land, will be forgotten?

In the midst of this late autumn rain.

The woman in black stood silently.

On the way, I rubbed shoulders with many monks, and was accosted by many monks.

Life or death.

The corpses littered made the already clumsy atmosphere even bloodier.

I can't stay anymore.

The woman in black stared in the direction of the True Dragon Cemetery, where there must have been all kinds of open and secret battles, secretly crossing Chen Cang.

However, this is a matter of irrelevance.

The woman in black was as clear as ever.

Walk in the rain of late autumn.

The damp hair was like the smoothest and softest satin, and there was no luster on the same damp face, except for a pair of beautiful eyes like the brightest stars in the sky, or the bright moon.

The woman in black had a sad expression.

Is it to grieve for the meaninglessness of life?

Or mourn the death of those men?

The woman in black couldn't understand her emotions either.

It's not that I'm in deep confusion, thinking that the woman in black is very sober and self-aware.

Because of this, the woman grieved excessively.

For he is still alive, still suffering in hell, still lingering in this sad time.

Even if the nightmare of childhood has faded, even if there are many things worth listening to, even if there are happy things that make you long, even if the stream still flows.

But, in the end.

There are many excuses for survival, such as raising an orphan.

For example, take a look at the scattered scenery in autumn.

The so-called, the reality of survival.

The so-called, the sorrow of life.

The so-called, the injustice of heaven.

What's the current situation?

What should I do?

What should I do?

Not confused.

and not in vain.

It's just, simple, sentimental.

Yes, sentimentality.

There are still old people crying about the past.

There are still newcomers who are still childish.

The many troubles and sorrows in this world are incomprehensible.

It's just a matter of thinking and not wanting to.

Only know and don't know.

Death is a relief.

Let go of all relief.

The relief of the weight dissipation.

Attain salvation and liberation.

That's the happiest thing.

Since then, we have been able to break free from the shackles and confinement of the everyday, and be completely liberated from sorrow.

A man dies like a lamp goes out.

There is no reincarnation, and there is no past or present life.

Life is only for now, now, for this sad and short time.

Therefore.

For the continuation of life.

Hundreds of millions of living beings have been depleting their lives towards the so-called immortal path and the so-called eternal life since the distant age of mythology.

There is nothing saddder than that.

When the rain soaked the black clothes worn by the woman, there was no doubt that the woman's appearance was a little embarrassed, but it added a bit of pity and misery to the dreamy fairy face of the city.

"Is it a true dragon fruit?"

"Prison robbery is at the end of the road. ”

"So, do you want to stop there?"

The woman in black was expressionless, just staring blankly, staring in the direction of the True Dragon Cemetery.

There, there must be the best show in the world.

Some living beings will benefit a lot from this, and since then they will soar, the sea will be wide and the fish will leap, and the sky will be high for the birds to fly.

When the woman in black looked back again.

It's a man.

It was clearly the rain of late autumn, but the wet clothes clung to the delicate skin that made the blood rush, outlining the enviable and perfect curves.

The black garment was a thin spring garment.

Therefore, cold dampness is inevitable.

The woman in black felt it deeply.

This cold feeling.

The feeling of solidity that wells up from the bottom of my heart is irresistible.

This cold.

It's exciting.

The more painful it is, the clearer it becomes.

The meaning of survival.

The value of being alive.

It's still alive and well.

The blood is warm, not cold.

The man.

A little weak, but also not tall or short.

Extremely ordinary.

Extremely ordinary.

The woman in black frowned.

The man in front of his gaze.

The low level of cultivation can be described as jaw-dropping.

Even so, dare to be alone.

The woman in black didn't want to pay attention to him.

Can.

Just like the road between heaven and earth.

It's the avenue.

It's staggered.

It's all entangled.

It's obvious.

I can't break free.

That's the opponent.

There is no doubt that it is his opponent.

Is it an opponent?

The woman in black didn't know.

The woman in black is not the center of gravity of her understanding.

The so-called this life.

What kind of life is it?

So that you don't feel sad?

So that you don't feel sour?

So you won't be unwilling?

The woman in black couldn't understand.

How can I do to make billions of living beings so long?

How far does it take to go?

At this moment, the woman in black was hesitating.

Wandering.

Left and right.

So the woman spoke.

Hearing the woman's words, the rain at the end of autumn seemed to have stopped, and they all seemed to turn into devout believers, listening quietly.

"Give me a reason. ”

"A ......"

"The reason not to kill you. ”

The woman in black is so straightforward.

The man's blank eyes stared at the woman in black. It seems that the eyes that look straight at the end of the world are filled with the crystal clear of rain, which is the delicate figure of a woman reflected in the eyes of a man, and it is the brilliance of a woman's immaculate and pure face.

Huang Yehua held an oil-paper umbrella and still walked forward.

Deaf to the words of the woman in black.

Nightshade wanted to say something.

But just as the woman who stood in front of her said.

Reasons not to kill yourself.

Today's Huang Yehua can't even think of it.

A phoenix that fell into the mortal world.

It's a dying thing in itself.

That's what it was meant to be.

So, Huang Yekui stopped one meter away from the woman.

The rain was cold.

You can easily smell the delicate virgin fragrance on the woman's body. The pink fluff on the woman's flawless face could be clearly seen.

can intuitively recognize the woman's angelic face and devil's body.

Especially at this moment, the woman's wet clothes are clinging to her delicate body.

The two are so close again.

Huang Yekui thought about it and thought about it carefully.

In the midst of the cool late autumn rains.

Huang Yekui handed the oil-paper umbrella in his hand to the woman.

The two of them simply stood silently.

The woman did not take over.

Huang Yekui was wet in plain white clothes.

Some sadness.

So, Huang Yekui spoke.

"I don't know each other. ”

"I don't know why you killed me. ”

"But you ......"

"You can't kill me. ”

Under the dark sky, the woman's beautiful eyes were as blazing as the sun, blooming with a thousand radiances.

The threat of the woman in black is self-evident.

"You ......"

"I overestimate myself. ”

"It's rare to find someone as boring as you are. ”

"In the last days of your life, try to struggle. ”

Nightflower smiled.

Unspoken.

I don't know when the dark sky has turned white, like the color of snow in winter, and the sky has become high and trance-like, which makes people reverie and make people think deeply.

In the sour rain, mixed with a cyan light like frost and snow, almost condensed into a solid light, floating, wandering.

The azure frost and snow rolled all over the sky, and an endless ray of despair shone brightly, which seemed to be the blue and white color that symbolized death, and it seemed to be light, but it was not warm, but very cold.

From time to time, it falls on the ground and blends into the earth.

There was a flash of frost and snow in the godless gaze of the phoenix nightflower.

The three thousand green silk has also undergone earth-shaking changes.

The black silk that represents youth and youth is gone, replaced by a blue and white like frost and snow, which is an eye-catching color, comparable to the flawless white skin of the woman in front of her.

Huang Yekui's eyes were sad.

There seems to be mercy on the heavens.

The heart is a world of its own.

The woman in black felt a little cold.

The azure frost and snow surging in the sky came into the woman's eyes.

I've never seen it, I've never heard of it.

Maybe the woman in black couldn't understand it.

However, it does not prevent the woman's coldness and indifference.

Thereupon.

The woman in black stared at the azure frost and snow that represented despair.

Gaze carefully.

Then, the woman stretched out her snow-white fingers.

Tap on a certain point in the world.

That's the center of the world.

Every point is the center of the world,

That is, the thoughts of a desperate heart.

That is, where the hope lies in the depths of despair.

That is, the point where hope exists.

That is, in the midst of despair, the only point of hope.

In the depths of despair is hope.

In the depths of hope is despair.

The two are interconnected and mutually supportive.

Intertwined, wound.

Spin to eternity.

This is the center of the world.

This is the foundation of the world.

The world of the nightflower shattered.