She stood alone in the endless wilderness, and the flowers everywhere were as red as fire, like blood, and even the sky was dyed red. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the distance, a man walked towards her, holding a cold sword like frost, and blood was still dripping from the blade.

She couldn't see the man's face, but she knew it was someone she had been letting go of for the rest of her life.

The man got closer and closer, and the smell of blood filled the air.

She heard many people laughing at her, and the laughter grew louder and more crazy, and the laughter made her uneasy......

She was helpless and wanted to escape, but she couldn't move.

Looking down, the dark red liquid gradually disappeared over her knees, waist, and neck......

The smell of blood flooded the earth and drowned her thin body.

She opened her eyes suddenly, and what fell into her eyes was the dark night, and she saw the starlight in the sky.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and a bitter smile appeared. It turns out that in hell, there is such a beautiful starry sky......

"Are you awake?" A cold voice came from not far away, disturbing her quiet world.

"I ...... Dead? She asked with difficulty, squeezing her voice out of her throat, but it was pulling at her internal organs, and it hurt like tears.

"I don't know later, but now you're alive." The man paused for a moment before replying to her, as if with a sigh in his words.

She moved her arms, and forced herself to endure the pain before she straightened up and looked back.

I saw that next to the bonfire on the right, there was a handsome man in white, sitting against the rocks, staring at the bonfire indifferently, with a touch of indifference, as if he wanted to refuse everyone to a thousand miles away......

"What about the moon, the moon spirit......" She thought of the person who was once inseparable from her, and she felt a panic in her heart for no reason.

She turned her attention away from the white-clothed man, her eyes searching for the shadow of the moon spirit......

"I still need to look for it, I've already buried it for you." The man in white said, his tone was very calm.

"Why?" Her eyes widened slightly, obviously unwilling to believe the fact that the moon spirit was dead, and her expression was both sad and lonely.

"When a person dies, he is just a corpse, so what's the use of keeping it forcibly? It is better to be buried in the loess than to be taken away by wild beasts. Seeing her flustered, the man in white seemed to be a little impatient, and his tone of voice became even colder.

"Did you save me......" she asked.

She was silent for a long time before she regained her composure, but she kept her head down, buried in the night, and couldn't see what it looked like.

"When I passed by the cliff, I saw that you still had breath, and I was afraid that you would be carried away by wild beasts, so staying here to rest was not a rescue for you."

After hearing this, she smiled shallowly.

It's really strange to think that this person is so indifferent and ruthless when he speaks, but his approach is different.

"What do you call Childe?" She asked.

"A passerby, why bother to know your surname, wait for you to get better tomorrow, just go home, it's not safe in the wild." The man in white shook his head and said to her seriously, his voice still cold.

"Home? Scold...... I'm afraid that I have nowhere to go back now, and I thought that I would definitely die this time, but I survived again. She smiled lightly, and the curvature of the hook was helpless and ironic, as well as a faint hatred circulating in her eyes.

When the white-clothed man heard this, he seemed to be surprised, and finally raised his cold eyes to look at her.

It was a demon red wedding dress, but it was already in tatters at this time.

"Since someone chooses to let you live, there is always a reason to live, if you want to open some, so as not to waste the hard ......work of the deceased for you," the man in white said again.

Her sloppy eyes tightened, and she looked at the dark sky, and there was silence all around.

She knew that he was talking about the Moon Spirit.

Thinking that Yue Ling had lost her life for herself, she felt heavy for no reason.

But more than that, it's hatred.

"Childe is right, I have no revenge, how can I die so easily, it's too worthless......" she laughed, thinking that she had said before she fell off the cliff, if she didn't die, she would go back to seek justice.

The sky began to whiten, and a round of morning sun quietly rose, illuminating the world.

She didn't know when she had fallen asleep, when she was suddenly awakened by a small noise.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that the man in white had already packed his bags and was about to leave.

"I'm going with you." She reluctantly stood up and looked at him, anxious and afraid, like a child afraid of being abandoned again.

"I still have important things to do, it's inconvenient for a girl's family to follow, you take care of yourself."

As he spoke, he handed her a bag of dry food and a delicate short sword, "It's not safe along the way, you can take this short sword, take it with you......

She took the thing in a daze, but was a little dazed and lost, "At least can you tell me, your name?" ”

She was a little timid, and her voice was so small that she could barely hear herself.

The figure of the man in white was slightly stunned, but his cold face was much more relaxed.

"My name is Wuyou." He said.

"Hatred can make people miserable, and it's better for the girl to let go." The man in white rode away as he spoke, his cold voice scattered in the cold wind, his back to her eyes full of pain, and he gradually drifted away.

She looked at the back that was fading away, and a wry smile crept up the corners of her mouth, asking her to let go of her hatred, how easy it was to say.

Time flies, three days have passed, and she has already walked out of the capital.

A remnant of the sun floats at the edge of the earth, gurgling.

The cold wind blew through her ragged red clothes, making her paper-thin body even more enchanting.

She didn't know where to go, so she walked aimlessly to the west, dragging her scarred body through the bleak wilderness.

The autumn weather is always accompanied by gusts of cold winds, and dead leaves fall from time to time.

She passed by a ruined temple, and seeing that it was getting dark, she thought to herself, why don't you spend the night here, and there will be a place to shelter from the wind and rain.

Stepping through the door of the temple, you can see that the huge courtyard is already covered with spider silk dust.

In the center of the courtyard was a huge ginkgo tree, long dead, and only strangely shaped branches remained.

A few crows landed on the branches of the trees at some point, chirping lowly.

It was already dark, and the whole abandoned temple looked a little weird, which made her a little uneasy.

Walking into the hall full of spider silk, you can vaguely see that many Buddha statues that have been enshrined are also covered with dust.

Suddenly, in the ruin-like hall, there was a sound of "bell...", which startled her heart.

It was as if some iron object had fallen to the ground, and the sudden sound made her even more vigilant.

She peeked inside, the space was basically dark, almost nothing could be seen, only pitch black.

There was a jumble of sounds, the sound of someone moving and rubbing against the dead grass.

In the blink of an eye, a dozen people came out and surrounded her.

By the faint dim light outside the hall, almost all of them were beggars, all ragged and dirty, and her unexpected appearance seemed to bother them.

"It's getting dark, can you let me borrow it here for the night?" She whispered softly, looking at the sky outside the hall, it was already dark.

The group had been staring at her, their indifferent eyes still full of hostility.

"You go to the side hall, it's safer there." One of them spoke, a young voice with a hint of warmth.

She was slightly startled, and when she heard the soft voice, her guard had been lifted.

"Thank you." She blessed her body, and she didn't dare to stay longer, she turned around and walked towards the side hall.

"Why do you want to keep her, in case you ......" After she was gone, one of the beggars asked.

"Looking at her, she's just a poor homeless person, irrelevant." The man who spoke first replied, his voice still warm.

"It's life and death, and you're still so merciful." One of the people around teased, but in an understated tone, there was a sadness about dying.