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After bathing, Huang Bing sat on the roof with only thin clothes, a seat of green silk scattered behind his head like a waterfall, occasionally a slight breeze rose, and his hair flew. Two curved willow eyebrows, unadorned, appropriate shade, bright eyes seem to reflect the bright moon, cherry lips are wiped, like a fairy in the moon falling into the dust.

The moon seems to be exceptionally bright tonight.

I don't know who said that "the moon is the hometown of Ming", such a bright and quiet moonlit night, but Huang Bing really experienced the feeling called "missing". Yes, she misses Master. The person who always called her "Xiaoice Bing", the old naughty person, the person who taught her many things but was not by her side now, she didn't even know who the master was, but no matter where she was, the master always seemed to be by her side.

Unconsciously, he held the cold shadow in his hand, the flute obtained from the Xuanyou Mansion. Gently put it on the side of the mouth, open the lips slightly, and the flute whimpered out, like the sorrow of the sea, the mermaid wept tears, but it was like a trance and a pearl in the sea, and the Lantian jade was smoking. The huge night house was shrouded in the gentle sound of the flute, and its voice whined, like resentment, like admiration, like crying like complaining.

On the peach blossom tree, the dense branches and leaves shrouded a shadow in the moonlight, obscuring a tall figure. The man stood with his hands in his hands, quietly looking at the cold shadow under the moon, so thin and weak. The continuous sound of the flute enters the ears and flows into the blood throughout the body. So lingering, so sad, so missing, so nostalgic, so ...... Hundreds of feelings, thousands of styles, thousands of postures, into the ears, into the eyes, engraved in the heart.

At this moment, the thin figure looked so distressing. The man felt the slightest dull pain constantly eroding his heart, and the more he thought about it, the more he thought about it. He wanted to get close to her, take her into his arms, warm her, and care for her, but the man didn't dare to take a step at the thought of the disgust in her eyes. The distance between them is so close, as if they are within reach, but they are so far away, across thousands of mountains and rivers, but still out of reach.

The man's eyes were full of complexity, his eyes drooped, a hint of coolness, and he stretched out his fingers to caress his cheeks, slightly moist.

Did he shed tears?

The green nightmare hidden in the shadows seemed to sense that her master was in a low mood, raised her eyes, and quickly lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking.

Darkness is the best disguise.

At this time, Huang Bing seemed to have entered a realm of selflessness. With the undulating sound of the flute, various images intertwined with each other in her mind. For a while, it was the smiling face of the master, for a moment it was the scene of practicing martial arts with the master, and for a while, it was the concerned eyes of the parents of the night family, and finally, at the end, a vague figure appeared. Yes, a vague figure, but it was still a man's figure.

For some reason, there was a deep sense of despair and earth-shattering compassion around the man. Her heart was beating rapidly involuntarily, and she slowly approached the man, wanting to find out, only to see the man suddenly raise his sword and stab it into her heart. At that moment, Huang Bing felt a violent throbbing pain in his heart, and wanted to shout loudly to distract him, but he couldn't make a sound, and could only watch the man slowly fall to the ground, disappearing little by little.

Huang Bing was stunned, in reality, she was already in tears when she was sitting on the roof.

"Bing'er, Bing'er......"

"Bing'er, come to your senses!"

"Bing'er. ”

Who? Who? Whose voice, so gentle, so haggard, so ...... Heartbroken. Why, she will be sad, she will be heartbroken......

Huang Bing woke up from his stunned and looked at the white expanse around him. Gradually, a cyan person condensed in front of him. Huang Bing squinted, the person had a somewhat similar appearance to himself, but the difference was that this was obviously a handsome man. The man's face, which was somewhat similar to hers, was less feminine and more masculine, and his eyes were not as blue as hers, but deep black. There was an indissoluble melancholy in the man's eyes.

"You, who are you?" tentatively, looking at this slightly similar face, Huang Bing didn't know what to do for a while.

The man stared at Huang Bing's face, looking slowly inch by inch, with a deep attachment in his eyes. The scorching gaze made Huang Bing's heart tremble.

Just as she thought she was about to melt into the man's gaze, she heard the man's whisper.

"Bing'er, have you forgotten me...... I'm a shadow......" The man's eyes instantly became melancholy, and his whole body was filled with an emotion called sadness.

Bing'er, have you forgotten me...... I'm a shadow......

Bing'er, have you forgotten me...... I'm a shadow......

It hit Huang Bing's heart like thunder, and he only repeated this sentence in his mind. So sad, so sad, so wronged, so heartache.

I'm a shadow...... I'm a shadow......

How painful and struggling the heart is hidden beneath that words. Sadness, loneliness, pain, pity, obviously there are thousands of feelings I want to express, but in the end I have no choice but to say "I am a shadow"...... As if someone was pinching her heart, Huang Bing only felt that this side of the world was so depressed that she couldn't breathe.

For a long time, when she calmed her restless heart, she looked at the handsome man in front of her, but she didn't know how to speak.

"Alas......" sighed, full of helplessness, and slammed on her heart.

Pursing her lips, she seemed to vaguely guess something.

"You're the Cold Shadow, aren't you?"

There was a slight gathering of relief in the man's eyes.

"Well, the ...... I just saw"

"What the heart thinks, what the heart hides, what the heart sorrows. The sorrow in the man's eyes poured out like water, as if he wanted to escape from something but couldn't.

"What the heart thinks, what the heart hides, what the heart sorrows. Repeating gently.

What I think, what I hide, what I grieve......

Master, night father and night mother, all seem reasonable, they are her concern, but the blurred figure that can't be seen clearly...... Confusion flashed in Huang Bing's eyes.

"Don't think about it, don't worry, no matter what happens, I'll be with you. The man stroked Huang Bing's head, as if he was drunk, as if he was nostalgic, and as if he was comforted.

"Hurry up and get stronger!" the cyan figure became illusory and gradually dissipated. Huang Bing was startled, stretched out her hand to grab it, but saw a beam of golden light pass through her forehead and enter her brain, and then, she only felt a darkness attack.

The sound of the flute stopped abruptly, and Huang Bing collapsed limply, falling into a coma.

The figure of the man on the peach blossom tree moved, and his clothes flew to Huang Bing's side. Gently picked up Huang Bing's petite body, returned to her room, slowly put it on the bed, and covered it with a quilt. The man stroked her cheek, wiping away the remaining tears from her face, and his movements were gentle, as if caring for a fragile baby. The man stood up straight, looking at her quiet sleeping face for a long time, and the pain in the center of his dark purple eyes was fully revealed. Suddenly, the man disappeared in place.

The night is so quiet.