By the time Ono woke up, she was already in a room, and it was warm around her.

In front of her stood a man with a look on his face that didn't look good.

"What about my child?" Ono asked in the first sentence.

"Your child is fine, you, I can't save you."

When the man spoke, his tone was full of sadness. He is a doctor, and a doctor is sure that his patient is incurable, and perhaps the most painful.

Ono nodded, knowing that she would definitely die. Any woman who has experienced such a toss is afraid that it will be difficult to survive.

There was also a girl on the side, who seemed to be very different in age from the man. Ono looked at it, but didn't speak.

The two of them are her saviors, but now she doesn't know what to call them.

"Let's have something to eat." The girl said.

After that, the food was already in front of Ono. Ono didn't even say thank you, and ate it in a big gulp.

She saw her child, not far away, awake but quiet. It is really a blessing for such a child who has just reached the full moon to be so sensible.

Ono ate a few bites of something, and couldn't help coughing, and blood flowed down her mouth.

The man looked and sighed. If I had been ten years ago, I would have been able to save this disease. But now, there are no such medicinal materials in the world.

He was a miracle doctor, but he couldn't save this girl's life.

He is Ju Siliang.

The girl on the side was Ling Li, the Ling Li who died in the wind and rain with Duan He.

"Or I'll marry you?" Ling Li asked in a low voice.

Gu Siliang's eyes obviously hesitated, and then he shook his head.

"No, that's all for my life. When I was younger, I never lacked women. When I'm old, I'll rest too. ”

Ju Siliang smiled and said, "I know that you only have Duan He in your heart, even if you don't marry me, I will give you silver." This child is Duan He's, even if there is no you, I will raise him. ”

"This girl is very good-looking." Ling Li's tears couldn't hold back, and big ones flowed down.

This girl looks very similar to Duan He, I don't know if Ling Li thought of it himself, or if this girl is like this. All in all, this child who has just reached the full moon looks very good.

Ling Li stepped forward and hugged the child.

The child was in Ling Li's arms, as if he was in his mother's arms. No panic, no fear. Stayed quietly in Ling Li's arms, with a pair of eyes blinking and blinking, very good-looking.

Ling Li smiled, she smiled shallowly, the nature of maternal love was brought into full play at this moment.

"I'll take good care of her." Ling Li muttered quietly.

Ono heard this and closed his eyes heavily.

Everything, all quiet.

Ling Li appeared at this time, in fact, it was only because she appeared at this time.

She had been well for a long time, and then, she had been by her side.

Looking at Duan He, there was not only Ono, but also such a woman.

"You're just leaving, it's a good walk."

"It's good that you'll never come back."

"If you're dead, I can forget about you."

"You bastard, you're not a man."

Ling Li silently recited these words in his mouth, but tears couldn't help but flow out.

This man, she, will never be seen again.

Now, everything is so. Ling Li appeared at a time when he shouldn't have appeared, like he had disappeared when he shouldn't have disappeared. All this, what can be done?

Maybe to put it simply, in the end, it's those three words, creation makes people.

Looking at this child, Ling Li wanted to give the child a name.

Originally, such a girl should not have a name, but now, there must be a name.

Ling Li thought about it, this child must have the surname Duan, and follow Duan He's surname.

And after that, it is this relationship that is commemorated.

Therefore, Ling Li gave the child a name, called 'Duan Wanqing'.

Very beautiful, very sad name.

"You say, 'Why is it suddenly winter this autumn?' Ling Li suddenly muttered.

In the air, a voice replied:

"Because, everything is going to end."

''''''

In front of the ghost gambling god, there is a cup of tea.

This cup of tea was just made for him by Gao Xinhe, and it is still a little hot to drink.

He sighed a little that he was still old after all. No matter how much he looks like a god, he is not a god after all.

And Gao Xinhe, who had already gone down the mountain at this time, went down the mountain with the martial arts of the ghost gambling god and the ghost gambling god counting his expectations for Duan He.

Just coming down the mountain, he ran into a girl.

The girl was very good-looking, and she looked beautiful with big watery eyes.

The girl disappeared like this, Gao Xinhe watched, his eyes full of longing.

"Duan Wanqing, Gao Xinlin, you should be a natural pair." The ghost gambler muttered.

'''''

In Datang, now, Yi'an is here in Chen Ziyuan.

Chen Ziyuan was going crazy, and Yi An became the last straw that crushed him.

"Do you regret it?" Yi An asked suddenly.

Chen Ziyuan stood aside, staring at the cage in a daze.

It seems that he designed this place in order to imprison Han Qi. Now, Han Qi is dead, and he is locked up here.

What exactly is the purpose of doing all this yourself? This emperor is back, and so is the Tang Dynasty. But what about after that? And after that?

No one could answer, and Yi An left. Now here, only Chen Ziyuan is alone.

He stared at the bronze mirror, looking at his own appearance.

"Who am I?"

Chen Ziyuan stared at himself in the bronze mirror, his eyes were hooked, as if he had been summoned by something.

The mirror will not answer him, but he knows for himself who he is.

Now that everything is over, then my identity is over.

Everything in the world is like this, and when something begins, you have to think about what will happen when it ends.

Chen Ziyuan was originally a mistake in this Datang, and now, he just has to pay for this mistake.

No one will willingly do what they are not willing to do, and many things are forced to be helpless. Chen Ziyuan's arrival was forced to be helpless, and he was forced to leave helplessly.

Who is he? Is he Chen Ziyuan?

He looked in the mirror and struggled to answer.

Whether he is, this, is not something he can say. He doesn't know who he is, he has Chen Ziyuan's memory and Chen Ziyuan's ability. However, everyone told him that he was not Chen Ziyuan. Those who know his story are telling him again and again that Chen Ziyuan and him are two people.

He seems to be someone's subordinate, as if he is trying to accomplish something. Now he had forgotten all of this, and in order to be able to be at court, he had spent a long time forgetting what he was going to do. Now when I need to think about it, I can't remember anything.

Chen Ziyuan stared at the mirror, his eyes never leaving for a moment.

The person in the mirror can't speak, but the mirror can illuminate all the thoughts in a person's heart. Now that Chen Ziyuan is looking at the mirror, the people in the mirror are naturally looking at him. Two people are so similar because they are one person.

Is himself, and Chen Ziyuan, the same person?

He took off his shirt and tossed his hair loose. In this way, he looks a bit like a Taoist priest who has lived in seclusion in the mountains for many years. He didn't mind the look, it would keep him awake as he was.

When the wind blew outside, he remembered and was lost.

Is it summer? Is it winter? Is this a season to remember? Is this you? Is this me? Whose is this?

Chen Ziyuan was chewing on this bitterness, instinctively rejecting what he didn't want. He stared at the mirror, his eyes never taking his eyes off. But now, what can the mirror really tell him?

He's got nothing, no, he's got everything at the moment. Now he is still Chen Ziyuan, and he is still the oldest Chen Ziyuan except for the emperor. Can it be done later? Coming soon? What about the near future?

There will be nothing, all you can have is what you imagine. The future was originally an illusory thing, and now it was put on him, making him a terrible sinner.

"I'm Chen Ziyuan, I'm Chen Ziyuan."

Chen Ziyuan suddenly screamed twice, the sound was not loud, but it was harsh enough.

He just said it to himself, why did he say it so loudly? You can hear it yourself, and for the rest, you don't have to worry about anything.

It was about to dawn, and Chen Ziyuan finally looked away from his eyes and looked at the dark sky.

Before dawn, the sky will enter the infinite darkness. This kind of darkness is depressing, and it will make people look forward to the arrival of dawn even more.

Chen Ziyuan looked at his side, and the place where the candle was not illuminated was bottomless. Where the darkness is, like a hidden beast, it will come out at any moment to bite itself.

Man's fear of darkness comes from his own heart, and it is innate. At this time, Chen Ziyuan actually began to be a little afraid of the dark.

Maybe it's because this darkness is too scary, or maybe it's just because he's a man who is afraid of it all now.

He stopped looking in the mirror and slowly walked towards the dark corner.

Now it's almost dawn, it's dawn, and the darkness is no longer in the darkness, and everything is fine.

But that's it, Chen Ziyuan walked towards the dark corner as if he was stunned.

His steps were slow and heavy. Every step that collapsed on that rough ground brought a heavy reverberation.

This room is really space, and the reverberation is so loud that it makes him a little painful.

He can't die, he has to see what's in the darkness.

As if driven by magic, Chen Ziyuan walked over.

It's actually an unlit place, where there should be nothing.

But now, Chen Ziyuan just can't control his body. He walked desperately, but still couldn't go fast.

Ordinary people will be driven forward by light, but Chen Ziyuan is different, he is darkness.

Step by step, he walked past, and the darkness was within reach.

Chen Ziyuan stared at the darkness in a daze, his hair blocking his gaze. In the darkness, he seemed to see a person, no, a lot of people.

Everyone has a face, everyone has a breath. Among these people, there was one whom he killed, and there was one who wanted to kill him. Why are these people here?

Chen Ziyuan wiped his eyes and brushed his hair up.

He looks like a girl now, and this kind of action is very delicate.

Chen Ziyuan suddenly smiled, this group of people was in the dark. But I'm still outside. This group of people, fighting to the end, are not still defeated by their own men?

He smiled hideously, but it wasn't ugly. Chen Ziyuan himself is a handsome man, no matter how hideous he is, he is still handsome.

Soon, he couldn't laugh anymore.

Those people were obviously getting closer to him, and perhaps, he was getting closer and closer to them.

A mouthful of blood spit out of Chen Ziyuan's mouth.

He fell, fell to the ground.

Blood poured out of his mouth, uncontrollably. He fell in his own blood, and his hand finally touched that dark corner.

Chen Ziyuan, dead.

At this time, a person came out of the corner.

The man was dressed in black, and his eyes were exposed, so he couldn't tell the slightest thing, and he couldn't even tell whether it was a man or a woman.

The man looked at Chen Ziyuan, sighed, and dragged Chen Ziyuan up and carried him to his shoulder.

"It seems that a third person to replace Chen Ziyuan is coming."

The man muttered something in a low voice, carried Chen Ziyuan's corpse on his back, and disappeared into a cloud of mist.

The day finally dawned.

But who else is looking forward to this day being so bright?

(End of chapter)