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Recently, the blood clan has calmed down a lot, and there are no more murderers who hunt vampires, and everyone is relieved, but they feel more sorry for the same kind that died before. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

There are also a few children of large families who have disappeared for a long time. Presumably no longer exists now.

So, in the recent past, all the families who have lost their clansmen have discussed and prepared to travel to the underworld for the funeral of their deceased children in the future.

And at this moment, the other side of the business school seems to be even more dull than the outside.

Because most of the deceased are from their other business school, so many classmates and friends have passed away, even if they are cold-blooded, they will still be in some mood

Silent.

On the rooftop, a monochrome figure stood quietly for a long time, only to see that he was just looking up in one direction, and did not move for a long time.

After a moment, a slender white figure slowly walked towards the rooftop, and when he saw the figure on the edge of the roof, he immediately walked over.

The monochrome figure turned around suddenly, and his still somewhat immature face was covered with gloom, and now he looked at the corners of his eyebrows and eyes with a bit of maturity.

Relatives and friends passed away and could not see each other, and the young Hitomi seemed to have grown a lot overnight after many changes.

"Lord Silence ......"

The snowflakes flew, and the slender white figure stood still, then bowed slightly, and the handsome brow also frowned slightly. The eyes were dull, and the colors in them were hard to see.

The heart of the silent sun, no one in the world today can see clearly.

"The funeral of Ming, like the children of other families, is scheduled for six days later." The clear sound penetrated the wind and snow, and when I listened carefully, it was a little hoarse.

"However, he didn't find Yo Ming's body at all, maybe, maybe he didn't ......" Hitomi was a little excited, and couldn't help but say in a deep voice.

Silent Yang looked at the pupil, the young man's face was full of sorrow, and his heart seemed to be hit by some kind of emotion that was still asleep, and there was a trace of pity.

"Life and death are reincarnation, Hitomi, it's not that you don't understand."

"But, sir!" Hitomi frowned, and asked in a deep voice, "Is he really dead?" We didn't catch the murderer, we didn't find his body, Hitomi didn't believe it, these are just speculations...... my lord! ”

"He Patriarch has announced to the outside world that He Ming's Star Soul Lamp has been extinguished! Don't you know under what circumstances the Constellation Lamp will go out? Silent Yang said in a deep voice.

As if all hope was taken away from him, the pupil closed his eyes violently, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

The wind and snow still didn't stop, and Silent Yang looked at the young man's immature face in front of him, although his heart was heavy, he didn't feel so unbearable.

Life and death, he has experienced too much, and the heart-rending feeling has long faded......

"He Ming's body has not been found, but under the strong efforts of the patriarch, he can still hold a funeral for Ming and others, although he has no body, he will not be less than what he should have, you can rest assured." Silent Yang said softly, I just hope that the young man in front of him can see more openly, and don't be persistent. In the future, he will only experience more life and death, there is nothing you can do, all you can do is persistence.

"Well, got it......"

The voice of the pupil was very soft, and it was blown away by the heavy snow as soon as he spoke, but the eyes that were a little sad slowly became firm, and the young man's heart had once again erected a tough wall.

The two stood quietly for a long time, even if it was a snowstorm, they couldn't stop the belief in their hearts.

Life and death, but the sea and the sky, no one can escape, and there is no point in giving up and reluctance.

……

Perhaps God is mourning, and these days have been particularly cold with wind and snow. As far as the eye can see, there is a white expanse everywhere, and the air is filled with indifference.

The funerals in the underworld have been held almost yet, just waiting for tomorrow.

The roses in the room seem to be more and more delicate, they are entwined, intertwined, quietly spread in every corner of the room.

Crimson opened her eyes, and there was only boundless darkness in the not spacious coffin, and she lay quietly without a sound.

The touch of his fingertips is always cold, and the panicked sound outside is so clearly conveyed to his ears through the coffin.

Crimson put away her hands crossed over her waist and abdomen, stretched out her right hand and gently pointed at the thick vines that looked like coffin lids, and the entangled rose vines immediately loosened, and the lustrous white light finally shone on Crimson's body through the sky.

At the same time, the closed door was slowly opened by several vines.

Crimson sat up slowly and looked at the door, where the people were dressed in princess dresses, beautiful and thousand-year-old.

"Princess Youyang, what's the matter?" Crimson asked softly, her faint voice seemed to come from the sky, inexplicably ethereal.

Youyang gasped, his eyes turned from the room to crimson the moment he got up, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time. O man who is in the sea of flowers! She panicked from the bottom of her heart.

The vines that stretched out of the door frequently touched the place where Youyang stood, faintly demonstrating.

A vine came around, and just as it was about to touch Youyang's hand placed at the door frame, it was swept by crimson eyes, and at the same time that Youyang quickly retracted his hand, the vine was also burned by a nameless fire.

The few vines at the door, which were frequently demonstrating, retreated in an instant.

Youyang's heart settled for a moment, and then he suddenly remembered what he had come to, and hurriedly said: "Lord Crimson, Youyang begs you to go out and take a look, Lord Shengyan and Lord Night Star had an argument with Brother Shanyang just now, blocking the way, and it seems that they are about to fight." Brother Shanyang, he has been unwell these days, and he is really not suitable for gladiatorial fights with people......"

The heartache that Youyang said actually shed a few tears.

Crimson looked at Youyang's tears, and somehow suddenly remembered that year, which was still such a clear and beautiful tear, when she and Brother Yu were gone, her expression.

The battle against the Dark Catastrophe that year was actually a match between the three of them, but the woman in front of her was the only one who survived among the three of them!

Sad?

Can you cry when you're sad?

But why, I'm so sad, but I can't cry a single tear?

Such tears of pear blossoms with rain are really distressing.

And he, even on the day the priest and mother died, did not let himself leave a single tear!

"How do you think I'm going to help? Maybe you should stay by his side at this moment instead of running out of sight. Crimson gently folded down and touched a rose beside her, and at the corner of her eye, the delicate peony seemed to be unwilling to be ignored, but became more and more lifelike, moist and shiny.

With a word, he blocked himself with nothing to say, Youyang was stunned, but he also found that he had no reason to let the beautiful and terrifying woman in front of him run around for his words.

"But, for Brother Shanyang, aren't you ......, don't you ......" How could she say such words as Youyang Tujue?

How?

Don't you like my brother Shanyang?

Can you bear to watch him get hurt?

No!

No!

She couldn't say that, the woman in front of her was so good, if she really competed with herself for Brother Shanyang, then what should she do......

No!

No!

She didn't know, she didn't know the mind of the woman in front of her.

She is so good, how can she pull down her face and compete with herself?

Besides, Brother Shanyang will always be mine, even if anyone likes it, it's useless!

Youyang thought of this, the color of his pupils suddenly darkened, and then he quickly bowed his head towards Crimson, and strode away.

The footsteps were far away, but the silent room suddenly remembered the sound of sarcastic laughter.

The corners of his crimson lips raised slightly, and his body rose into the air, slowly falling to the vines on the ground.

The vines that had been wandering around became quiet at this moment, paving a smooth path for Crimson.

The white clothes are flying, and the ribbons on the crimson waist at the corners of the eyes are flying in the wind, and the blood-red roses around them are hidden, and they can't distinguish each other.

After a while, the crimson pale, his eyes looked at the door, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

She wasn't worried, and she wasn't panicking.

Because she knew that Shengyan and Nightstar were sure of it.

And he ......

Are you feeling unwell?

Youyang, you are so worried about his body. But do you know why he became like this?

You don't know!

How can you do it!

You don't deserve him!

It has always been, it has always been......