Tears, can't stop grief. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Anger dissipates the gloom inexhaustibly.

The sword, slashing constantly pours the heart.

Eyes can't see through karma.

Xia Yudie and Xia Youran, what is engraved behind the two names is a blood feud that does not share the sky......

The name of the rain butterfly is a symbol of freedom, and it is the expectation, yearning, and concept of the summer rain butterfly - the butterfly in the rain, the life-threatening raindrops cannot stop the butterfly's yearning for free flight, so when the rain butterfly dances, there is no concern or burden.

However, when she decided to re-use the name of "Xia Youran", she gave up her freedom and gave up flying - Xia Youran is a swordsman who bears the blood feud of Phoenix City and the Xia family, and she hopes to forget her expectations, yearnings, ideas, and even hope to forget herself by forgetting the name "Rain Butterfly", and only remember the family blood feud!

However, there is a person who should never be mouthed and always called the name that obsesses her, dragging her out of the confused spiritual world again and again, and guarding the last piece of pure land in her heart......

Gradually, I don't know when, in Xia Youran's heart: the name "Rain Butterfly" has become that person's exclusive title for her, this name is no longer a simple name, it is the last hope, the last self and the last destination.

The special existence like a brother in Xia Youran's mind also subtly gave her an irreplaceable sense of dependence, so whenever she felt tired from wandering outside, she would return to Dongfang Mansion, perhaps just to hear that person call her name-

"Yudie, you're back."

"Yudie, where have you been recently?"

"Yudie, no matter where you go, as long as you return to Dongfang Mansion, then there must be your share of chopsticks on the table!"

The words that once resounded in her ears have long been imprinted into her soul, but the person, the voice, and the dependence of the past have become a thing of the past forever, and have become regrets and sorrows that can only be reproduced in memories.

"I'm not allowed!!"

Xia Youran, who woke up like a dream, held the blood-devouring sword in his hand, protecting Dongfang Fan's body, and the tears that had been suppressed finally slipped down like a downpour after accepting the irrevocable reality.

A pair of pitch-black eyes were confused by tears, and a strange layer of blood red gradually overflowed from the pupils......

The sudden outbreak of Xia Youran showed signs of going mad, and the Dugu Sword Demon stepped forward to stun him and handed it over to Long Xin'er to take care of.

"It's really touching and deep-seated friendship, such an infatuated woman is enviable, Jianjun is really ......" Ping Zhen looked at Xia Youran in Long Xin'er's arms, and his eyes flashed with a strange brilliance of praise.

"No more nonsense! The cremation is carried out by you, but there is no reason for war between the Protoss and the Terrans, and I hope that your Protoss will also consciously abide by this! "Dugu Sword Demon was full of anger, and he didn't have the slightest good impression of the people of the Protoss.

"That's natural, Your Excellency the Sword Monarch has sacrificed his life to seek peace between the two clans, how can my God Clan bear to let his hard work be in vain? Then, the cremation will take place at noon, when the Protoss Sacred Flame will ignite the most noble fireworks for the Sword Monarch. After Ping Zhen finished speaking, he left, leaving only four Protoss attendants to take care of the specific matters of cremation......

At noon that day, on the edge of the sea boundary outside the southern gate of Huaxia City, the cremation ceremony of the Protoss unfolded in order, when Dongfang Fan's body turned into a ball of ashes in the holy flame, the Jian sisters present burst into tears again, Nalan Wan'er held Dongfang Fan's ashes, and the three daughters shed tears all the way back to Dongfang Mansion.

At the gate of Dongfang Mansion, Xia Youran, who woke up, rushed out of the mansion, but happened to meet Nalan Wan'er who was holding the urn, and the two girls made eye contact for a moment, without any words - the urn in Nalan Wan'er's arms had made everything a certainty.

A wordless answer, a wordless ending, a wordless person lets a wordless heart mourn wordlessly—

"If you're gone, Rain Butterfly won't be there...... But ......"

"I want to ...... again Transform into a rain butterfly for you again...... Just for you......"

Xia Youran silently called the person's name in her heart, and the pain in her heart was the only proof that she could still feel her own existence.

"Leisurely...... Dongfang Big Brother he ......" Long Xin'er chased after him, looking at Xia Youran's appearance, his heart, which was already in pain, trembled suddenly.

"Xin'er...... Come with me and buy a white dress...... "Xia Youran's voice is very cold, so cold that it makes people feel like falling into an ice cave!"

"Okay, I'll go with you......" Long Xin'er was awakened by this coldness, at that moment, she suddenly realized: the entire Dongfang Mansion is immersed in grief because of Dongfang Fan's death, and now the Dongfang Mansion has no master, no core, no direction, what the Dongfang Mansion needs at this time is a pillar that supports a piece of the sky of the Dongfang Mansion - Long Xin'er's heart has precipitated, she is determined to hide her sadness, at least to make herself look less sad, but to protect the Dongfang Mansion with a calmer way of doing things, Guarding this home.

The whole body is white, as white as a snowflake that has turned into a human shape, as white as a princess from a certain ice and snow kingdom, and so white that there is no brilliance that can be called "white" in the colors of the whole world - Xia leisurely walked into the main hall in a fluttering manner, and her cold temperament modified the originally gentle and lovely ladies into iceberg beauties who rejected people thousands of miles away.

As soon as he stepped into the main hall, Xia Youran's hair turned snow-white, mixed with the white ribbon that tied her hair, and she couldn't tell each other apart......

"——!"

The blood-devouring sword was unsheathed, and Xia leisurely cut off a small end of his white hair and put it in an urn.

"Leisurely will always be the leisurely ...... of Dongfang Mansion The rain butterfly will always be the rain butterfly of Dongfang Fan......" The last trace of sadness flashed in Xia Youran's eyes, and then the black pupils turned bloody, and a pair of demonic blood pupils interpreted another form of pain and sorrow.

"Leisurely...... Are you leaving? Nalan Wan'er looked haggard and stepped forward to ask.

"Yes...... I have no reason to stay here...... I have my own things to do...... The fate that I have been trying to escape for a long time has finally befallen ...... I don't want to go through this pain again...... Wan'er, Xin'er, Rufrost, Ruxue, you have to take good care of yourself......" Xia replied with a firm opening as she suppressed the strength that was pouring out of her body because of her grief.

"Actually...... Actually, you don't have to leave...... He...... He has already gone to ...... But...... But it's still your home, and we can support and take care of each other...... Why do you have to ......" Nalan Wan'er tried her best to keep it, and wanted to say something, but in the end she still didn't say it.

"Wan'er, let her go...... Leisurely, don't worry, Dongfang Mansion has me, and no one will be able to hurt our family! But...... I want to say to you: you must live! None of us want to lose any more family members. Long Xin'er grabbed Nalan Wan'er, imagining in her heart, "If you were Dongfang Fan, what would you say to Xia Youran?" ”。

Xia smiled leisurely, and the worries in her heart were put down: Long Xin'er was expressing her pain in her own way and guarding the memories left by that person......

Xia Youran didn't answer, but turned around and walked out of Dongfang Mansion - she didn't dare to look back, because the four pairs of eyes behind her would shake her heart and hinder her steps.

It snowed, and at the moment when Xia leisurely stepped out of the gate of Huaxia City, he no longer suppressed the power in his body, and let the extreme power of grief manifest itself as extreme coldness and ruthlessness, bringing heavy snow to fly—this late autumn snow fell on the bleakness and memories of a certain heart......

The shadow of grief disappeared in the snow, leaving memories and taking away the merciless......

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In the territory of the Protoss, Ping Zhen, who had rushed back from Dongfang Mansion, had just entered the Heavenly God Palace from the northwest civilian area of the Protoss, and he sensed that an abnormal cold air was approaching, and he had already entered the realm of the Protoss.

"Huh? This momentum and aroma ...... It's the Terran woman...... "Ping Zhen has a deep impression of the fragrance in the air, and he has a good impression of the infatuated Terran woman.

In the territory of the Protoss, a sudden heavy snow drifted into the Divine Soul City in the northwest of the Protoss, and a snow-white figure carrying a blood-colored sword was about to enter the Divine Soul City.

"Bell! Clang! ”

Swords and axes staggered in front of the strange woman, and two Protoss soldiers who were in charge of defending the city blocked the woman's way.

"If you go any further, you will be in the realm of the Protoss! What ethnicity are you? If you want to enter the Soul City, do you have the paperwork to clear customs? The Protoss soldiers drank majestically, and were a little wary of the suffocating beauty woman in front of them - with this face alone, this woman was not an ordinary person!

"Bloodbathed Protoss, prove my demon way!"

The meaning of the eight words was clear, and the cold atmosphere erupted with the meaning of slaughter and annihilation, and the two Protoss soldiers glanced at each other, and then raised their swords and axes at the same time, attacking the woman in front of them - this is the duty of the soldiers who defend the city!

However, two blood-colored sword qi took the lives of the two soldiers in an instant at a speed that was too fast to catch - red blood flowed out of the wounds, along the cold armor on the soldiers' bodies, staining the ground with snow......

"Open the gates! Kill!!! ”

The gate of Divine Soul City slowly opened, and a team of Protoss legions were ready to besiege and kill the woman in white!

"Today, there is a thousand miles of blood."

The six words are stable and killing, even in the midst of thousands of troops, the white butterfly shadow is accompanied by blood marks that do not leave the body, invincible and unstoppable.

There was no expression on his cold face, and there was no fluctuation in his blood-red pupils - the sword qi gradually turned into a unique "continuous sword silk", and a sword slashed out, cutting through all armor and divine weapons, and directly asking for his life.

The killing continued, and the immaculate shadow began to stain itself with scarlet blood, but she didn't care.

The snow has changed.

Turning red and eerie, eerie blood-colored snowflakes began to replace the beautiful snow around them......

The last Protoss soldier fell, and Xia Youran, who looked indifferent, stood in the sea of blood, the blood-devouring sword in his hand absorbing the blood of the Protoss soldier to the fullest, but the blood spilled on his body was completely stained red and his white clothes were completely dyed.

Thousands of miles of blood, thousands of miles of blood - the name of the blood-devouring sword, after today, is destined to shake the continent!

The blood-colored shadow harnessed the blood-colored wind and snow and officially stepped into the Divine Soul City......

(ps: Regarding Xia Youran's hair and eyes, her mother is a demon and her father is a human, so half of her body is the blood of the demon race, and her white hair and blood-colored eyes are a symbol of her awakening as the blood of the demon race.) ）