His gaze at me became deeper and deeper, the light of the night pearl reflected on his face, and the straight bridge of his nose was like the junction of yin and yang formed by the mountains in the change of dawn: on one side was the indifferent insight of the commander of the Great Light Palace who controlled the imperial court and watched the heavens and the earth; On the other side, there is the gentle and kind guardian eyes of the young man in the past life.

I was stunned, a little unable to distinguish between reality and fantasy, and subconsciously took a step back - "You, who are you?" ”

He stretched out his hand and shook it in front of my eyes, and a flash of light flashed in his palm, and my consciousness suddenly became blurred.

"If you can control all things but not one mind, if you can descend but not protect one person, and when you can't do anything as a god, you are a demon who crosses all beings. I'm Kaguya, maybe it's been reincarnated for too long, and you've forgotten about it. But don't worry, you'll remember it all soon......"

After all, three hundred years...... The cheerful and handsome young man has become the leader of the Shura Field who is now deep and power-hungry, and his soft face in the past also has a slight coldness and evil intentions, which makes the lines appear hard and decisive a lot.

Wei Wuji waved his hand slightly, and a breeze swirled between his fingers, whistling up for nine days.

The huge grotto suddenly turned into a barren Mingsha Mountain, as if a qiē had never existed.

The bright moon shines coldly on the thousands of mountains, bright and mysterious, reflecting the light and shadow on the sand dunes.

 ；  ；  ；  ； In the night sky, those scattered clouds were suddenly swept by an invisible force, and the frenzied sky flew up, and the rolling clouds gathered, instantly covering the bright moon in the sky!

Since then, Li Baomo, the ninth princess of Xiliang, has been buried along with the sand pit in the grotto, and no one will remember it again.

"It has been three hundred years since I waited for the day when the stars met."

Sighing, Wei Wuji raised his hand to caress my face a little tiredly, "The dragon is an ancient artifact, and it has long been lost in the distant years. Ah Mo, I will send you to Zhongtian to find the last dragon in this world, and kill it so that you can find your way back to the underworld. Don't forget, you're the goddess of the Shura Field, Yaoji......"

I nodded unconsciously, and fell into a trance.

Wei Wuji tied a sachet around my waist, and the air was filled with a strange fragrance.

"Qiao, swirl in Wuchang. To Niu Zhu Rock, the water depth is unfathomable, there are many monsters under the clouds, Qiao then burns the rhino horn and shines on it, and in a moment, see the water tribe covered, strange shape. The rhinoceros does not dare to burn, it burns with a strange fragrance, stains the clothes and belts, and the gods can communicate with the ghosts......"

…… That's all!

Just hide in this Mingsha Mountain, and let those tengu eat the moon to hell!

I want to return to Xiliang, I want to melt my shadow into this barren grotto painting wall, and I will be with this Wei Wuji, who has a one-sided relationship, until the fire of hell spreads and engulfs us all - either let me go to the long road to death, or let me start the journey to Xiliang, but never let me slowly decay in the endless years!

Finally, the red sun jumped up from behind Mingsha Mountain, casting its light on the vast desert.

"The flowers have fallen ......"

I smiled slightly, fell into Wei Wuji's arms, and quietly swallowed my last breath.

There are more than 3 million miscellaneous volumes in history, 80,000 people in the book, and there are only a few of them among the 10,000 people.

There was a Dunhuang city in that moment, and there was a woman in the city who did not grow up.

There is a pool of liquid water in the city, a pool of endless temples and desperate princesses, and a pool of undispersed fog and boundless western heaven.

The vicissitudes of time are traveling, and the images are slowly changing, like a yellow spring flowing and a white horse passing through a gap.

Mountains and rivers, rivers and rivers, the stars are moving.