At the beginning, Jian Fenghua was fascinated by the Rakshasa woman, like a walking corpse (ròu), even if she was framed, he was still dead (ài), which was probably stupid stupid (qíng).

  "I miss her, Xiao Qi, do you know where she is?" Jian Fenghua said, he took out a blackened severed hand from his arms, and stroked his face with that severed hand, with a brief calm. "I think Rakshasa, can you tell me where she went. ”

  Bai Tian couldn't bear to listen anymore, and calmly replied: "She died, and so did you, I saw you die with my own eyes." ”

  Hearing this, Jian Fenghua stopped, stared at the day behind him, and muttered. "Xiao Qi, death is just the beginning. ”

  Immediately, the sword wind turned into a bubble and dissipated among the vast black grass.

  Daylight smiled contemptuously, is this also a danger in the tower?

  After walking for an unknown number of days, his will had been worn to pieces, and he had long since run out of water and food, leaving only the last sip of wine.

  What's even more frightening is that hallucinations occur more frequently.

  He saw many people, Jian Parting, Jian Chen, Jian Qiu, and even Jian Li, and they all persuaded him to give up.

  Every phantom's words pierced the depths of Bai Day's heart.

  "Murderer. ”

  "You hurt the Sword Clan. ”

  "Traitor, kill your master!! I taught you so many things!!"

  "Daylight, my father died because of you, why are you still alive?!"

  In the face of the words that pierced his heart, Bai Tian's heart was more firm, and at the same time he was a little worried.

  Because he was more afraid of who would come next than these apparitions.

  Finally, it's time to come.

  The phantom of Liu Dusan and the sword appeared on his left and right.

  Liu Duyan walked barefoot to his left, her white little feet stepping into the soft grass, she tilted her head, revealing a beautiful side face. "Come on, my little liver, death is just around the corner, it seems that I can't wait for you to come out, you should come out to me, I will give you pleasure and cheerfulness. ”

  Father's sword passed away and walked on the right, (shēn) with a burly body and red eyes in all directions. "Give up, son, you can't get there, go back. ”

  He didn't dare to look at the phantom in the daytime, he knew that it was just an illusion, but he still couldn't help but cry out: "I miss you, father." ”

  "I miss you too, son, but you're going in the wrong direction. The sword walked on his own, his voice muffled.

  Daylight thought to himself, the world must be destroyed, otherwise why would a ghost appear, and when he saw two phantoms, his heart welled up with sadness.

  He couldn't save anyone.

  And he's going to die here, no disgusting freaks, no anomalies, no attackers, nothing.

  He was the only one who walked like a fool in the long black steppe, until he ran out of food, lost his strength, and no longer had the strength to walk, and collapsed to the ground, becoming a pile of rot (ròu) and white bones.

  "What a wretched death, I wanted to be a hero. "Looking at the firelight in the sky during the day, it feels the same as the first time I saw it, it feels not so far, still so far away, never to go.

  His thoughts go back to the Sword Clan, the (rì) son who was with his father, and the time when he first met Yoo Twilight in Anseong.

  These pasts were like shadow puppets, constantly replaying in his mind, and his consciousness gradually sank, sinking into the bottomless abyss, and the (shēn) body fell with it.

  "What's the matter, are you tired, then get a good night's sleep. The phantom of Twilight Squat crouched beside him and waited for him to stand up, her little white feet right in front of him.

  Daylight took out the flask, there was still the last sip of wine in it, he didn't want to waste it.

  "Oh shit, how I didn't think of that. Daylight cursed weakly, and a value was displayed on the flask, 1.

  You can't use spiritual power in the tower, but you can use system ability.

  Daylight tapped it with his hand, and an identical flask appeared, containing the same wine.

  Daylight cursed again, this time for being too stupid, and poured the copied wine into his mouth.

  In a short time, empty flasks were piled up around the day.

  The wine wraps around the tongue, making it easier to speak the truth.

  "Liu Duyan, I'm you, I don't know, but I'm on you. ”

  "I know, I'll be waiting for you outside. The apparition of Willow Twilight seemed to understand him well, and became gentle, no longer vicious.

  "But, but, we can't be together. "Daylight was weak, but he wanted to tell her something.

  Liu Duyan said, "I know it too. ”

  "You know?" said in surprise, and the stone in his heart fell to the ground with a bang.

  "Yes, I know, now, you have to stand up. The phantom of Liu Duyan smiled, so charming, and then the phantom dissipated.

  Daylight looked at his father's phantom again, and the sword had been silent since his death, just looking at the firelight.

  Then Daylight heard.

  The sound of running water.

  But at this time, the feeling of collapse combined with drunkenness left him with no strength to continue walking.

  He thumped his legs so hard that they stiffened as two pieces of wood as soon as they stopped.

  He needs water, and although he has drunk a lot of wine, the depths of his throat crave the moisture of pure flowing water, and his body must be refreshed.

  After beating hard, my legs finally became conscious.

  During the day, he climbed on the black grass with his hands and feet, and climbed the longest slope of his life.

  Under the white sky, a long river shimmered red, corresponding to the fire at the end of the horizon, extending into the unknown.

  The water was running in front of him, and Bai Tian made a swallowing motion, and there was only a hot dry pain in his throat.

  He let out a hoarse cry. "Liu Duyan, I also (ài) you, wait for me to go out!"

  "Father!I'm sure I'll find a way to resurrect you!!"

  After the day was finished, the body (shēn) lost its strength and rolled down the hillside, falling directly into the river.

  The river is like ten thousand fierce horses, surging and galloping, and thousands of iron hooves trampling on the day (shēn).

  He grabbed a piece of driftwood from nowhere and went with the flow.

  He could feel it during the day, and though he didn't know what it was, "it" was calling him, right at the end of the river.

  ......

  The shadow of the half-round autumn moon follows each other, and the lonely wind is drunk alone.

  Baili Cangwu had never been so tired, he hadn't felt this way since the Immortal Birthday, and the human skin had been dragging him down.

  The jug quickly emptied, paralyzing his nerves and his mind returning to the way before.

  He had sixteen brothers, and he was the seventeenth, the eldest, the white son, the talk of mortals who terrorized children.

  He was in charge of the night, in charge of evil, and on the dark side of the world, he witnessed the fall of the tower-builders in the battle of the four gods, and the rise and dissipation of the kingdom of the fall.

  Baili Cangwu once thought that he was the most evil existence.

  Until more than 2,000 years ago, an evil dragon from another world taught him what true evil is.

  In the battle of the immortals, his brothers all died, leaving him alone trapped in a secular cage, clothed in a rì.

  Lonely and lonely, he lost an eye and swam like a ghost (dàng).

  ......

  The sadness of the stand-alone dog, ask for a recommendation ticket, ask for a monthly pass, thank you.