Endless night and day could not stop the dream from coming. When a city becomes a dead city, what is left?

On May 15, the 927th year of the Tian Realm, on the day of the legendary Dream Weaving, in the most central part of the four districts, the Silent City, the common city of the four districts, an event happened that no one knew about. This bustling city, on the day of weaving dreams, has become a city that is terrifying.

On the fifteenth day of May, the sky had just dawned, and the people here opened their shops one after another, ready to work after dawn, pulling things with a wrench, taking up a good place, and starting the day's work.

When the first rays of sunlight rise and shine on it, the streets become busy, with people coming and going, and the sound of buying and selling. No one knew that disaster was about to cover this. Turn this into a lifeless but breathless dead city.

"Today is the Legend of Dream Weaving!" "Today is the legend of Dream Weaving! I heard that there are also performances. ”

"Yes! There are programs every year! "Everyone is talking about it, and they are talking about the legend of Dream Weaving. Without paying any attention, the sky became different at this time, the sunlight was gradually obscured, and the faint light sprinkled down, making the land fall into shadows.

"Yay! What's going on? ”

"How the sky has darkened."

"How can this be in broad daylight!"

"The sun has just come out, how can it be dark!" The crowd began to be restless, and everyone was talking, and a person walked in the restless crowd. Look around, and look down at the sky from time to time. There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Tilt your head, go away, the dream, has come, let it fall asleep! When a dazzling light shone on her, she turned into a star and disappeared, and no one saw her, let alone knew that she was a dreamweaver, a dreamweaver. The ancient biography Tianlan Wheel of Life opened quietly, and its owner, asleep on the side, did not know that something was wrong, and what could have been prevented, under her negligence, spread endlessly in this prosperous silent city.

The sky suddenly became dark, and everywhere became pitch black, and the crowd was in confusion, and candles began to burn everywhere, so that the panicked people were calmed down a little, but the good times did not last long, and after a gust of wind, all the candles were extinguished, no matter how they were lit, they were not burned. The people began to run in all directions, running towards the gates of the city, as if something was chasing.

Running desperately, there were screams, screams, joys, and sighs behind him, which were everyone's hearts, woven into an invisible net, encompassing everyone, and the pain in everyone's heart, the most unwilling to think of it, were all in this net, unfolding one by one.

The runners, desperate, the gate closed mercilessly when they were a few meters away. The dream witch stood there, smiling and looking at them.

"I have accepted your worship to me, troubled times are coming, let me go! I'm not going to let you get hurt. Weaving Dream stretched out his right hand, looked at them, and said lightly. As soon as they heard that she was the person who had the legend of Dream Weaving, they all retreated, "Don't you want to! "Weaving dreams walked forward, and she moved! They all stepped back, and voices came from behind.

Let them make terrifying noises one after another, and look around, everyone's expression is different, some laugh, some cry, some pain... Seeing them like this, they finally disappeared in madness.

Those who have not sunk are stuck there! A good person turned into nothingness in front of his eyes, his eyes were full of timidity, and the fear in his heart expanded infinitely, "Don't you want to! Then I am only sorry for you, no one in this city can escape the thread of fate, so I will come and take you away as promised. "Weaving dreams put down their hands, shook their steps and walked lightly, their eyes were full of sadness, the world has become so dark, you have only one choice, that is, follow me, be liberated in endless dreams, and release.

"No, we have our own choices, and we are not left to fate." Someone began to rebel, and the respect for her turned into a bubble. "Why?" Weaving Dream raised his head and looked directly at them.

"Our lives are decided by ourselves, even if troubled times come, isn't it death! In the past, we respected you very much, but you took them away without asking for our wishes, and you said it was protection, but I think it was obliteration. They are not joyful, but go with fear, you are the devil at all, how can you be a dreamweaver. "Pointing at those painful and crazy ** roars!

"I'm a dreamweaver, but I don't like people going against me, so don't let anyone go. If you don't need it, then give me all the nightmares, into endless nightmares, and suffer like never before. The originally gentle person suddenly changed his face, and a mark of a dream epiphany appeared on his forehead, all black, standing in front of them, his eyes were full of cruelty.

"What's going on!" Look at the mutated people and yell!

"Cowardly human beings will only flee. I will only betray, and give it all to the Weaver, and enjoy the dreams I have given you. Weaving Dream waved his right hand lightly, and the faint fragrance of flowers emanated, brushing over them, and when they didn't have time to react, it entered their nerves, their minds went blank, their bodies began to sway, and finally fell to the ground, "Hmph! If you dare to disobey me, then let me dream of it, this city, from this day on, is a dead city, a city of fear. "Weaving dreams walked past them, their bodies began to thin until they disappeared, and this city of millions of people has since become a real silent city, a dead city that invisibly reveals a faint vitality.

The streets were messy, the wind blew, the hanging sails were blown by the wind, the sudden wind blew down the things on both sides, the streets were full of things that were blown, the dark sky began to fade, the light began to shine here, the city had an enchantment, and the birds did not fly out after entering.

The quiet streets still have a faint fragrance of flowers. The black figure stood there, turned to look at the city gate, his hands were gently raised, his fingers slowly squirmed, a slight light appeared, a dream epiphany appeared, exuding a faint fragrance of flowers, the palm of the left hand was up, the palm of the right hand was down, and in an instant, the light burst and the city gate opened with a bang.

"Humph! In the eyes of outsiders, it will always be so prosperous and full of vitality. However, everyone who enters this will go into a dream, and they will not be able to get out. Weaving dreams sneered, disobeying himself, there was only one result. Bai Liang weaves dreams, you will sleep! This has my black flame weaving dream. turned around and left, from now on there is only black flame, only the city of dead silence, and the so-called white cool will disappear forever.

Dream planted, this land, no one can take a step.

However, the world did not go as they expected, but exceeded everyone's expectations, and the beacon fire was not ignited for a long time, which also made the rotten pure and devouring feel annoyed. Didn't you tell me to go down! How so!

"The beacon fire has not been ignited, and Bai is worried." Qianyeling made her hair short with her left hand. "I hope so!" Qianye Rin said in a low voice, but her heart was turbulent. "You seem to have something on your mind! What's wrong? "Qianyeling looked at his brother who was a few minutes older than him, he was busy watching the sky change the moon these days, and he forgot about him." It's nothing! What are you doing these days? People can't find it either. "Thousand nights Rin looked out the window, the bustling but green streets, and the private cars coming and going.

"I'm watching the sky change from moon to moon." "Chiya Rin said embarrassedly." Just know. Qianye Rin was helpless, and at this time, Qianye Gong who was holding the doll walked in, "The experimental test is successful, and the defense is increased by three levels." Qianye took a bite of the lollipop, said lightly, and sat aside. The Heavenly Demon Project is only halfway completed, and it must be completed quickly," Rin Chiya walked over to the sofa and sat down. "Yes! I'm worried that these things won't do much, if they were ancient, they would be almost useful, but they are not ancient, they are older than ancients, their power is completely beyond imagination, and their minds even beat us. If you can, that's fine. I just want to keep the shadow intact, not to fight, let alone start a war. Qianyeling clasped her hands and looked at the starry sky. Even if you want to, you can't use it. Qianye nestled in the sofa and said lightly, his words made the two of them stunned. Qi Qi looked at him.

"The old man wants to dominate the fourth district! You know. Hiding his displeasure, he didn't understand why he was so ambitious. The two looked at each other without speaking. Quiet, quiet quiet, suffocating quiet.

The gap in time, the spatial enchantment, the division of four districts, and the dream sows a series of riddles, pulling the future of countless people. "The mystery of the millennium is coming, the war of the clans, the troubled times can't withstand the wishes of the people. The war made them, who were already in a shadow, haunted by nightmares until they subsided. Demon Spirit Island, Shadow Que Che, the Other Shore of the Stars, Yun Yingyao, the Underworld, the beacon of war will be ignited from there. This is still unknown, no one knows how many realms, countries, and clans there are in Yuanchen, they are all waiting, exploring. Seeking the final answer, no matter which one it is, will be a memory that the world will never forget.

Your wedding dress burned the end of the world like fire, and since then the remnant sun has burned my heart like cinnabar. It is said that the peach blossoms in your eyes are full of peach blossoms, but how the peach blossoms rain overnight.

Ask who can borrow me to look back, go against the current to go back to the distant years, follow the "Evil Spirit" you sang for me, and see you again.

In those old years, I laughed at you for agreeing lightly.

It was you who spent your whole life chanting "The Evil", and I turned around and took you lightly like a flower. That year, Chang'an was full of flowers, and I heard the spring breeze crying blood outside the Saiwai.

Sniffing the blood in the wind is as strong as wine, the sound of soldiers in the ears swallows the wilderness, and the geese that fly back in the firelight also whimper, and the cry is far away.

The song "The Evil One" you recited, I can't really hear it again.

The enemy is like a flowing year, and the country has already said goodbye to you and me. So you engraved your name in the annals, and I engraved you in front of my grave.

Flying flowers are scattered in this season, and your wedding dress is more gorgeous than flying flowers, and you seem to be singing "Evil Again" when you open your lips, but what you say is: "I am willing to be with you."

Who can understand the intertwining of eternal life and eternal entanglement? That's fate!