Some people say that mourning is better than heart death, and Zhiyan would rather his heart die, so that the place in his chest will not hurt so much.

She desperately told herself not to think about it again, not to believe what the mysterious woman said. But the figure of the woman who looked the same as himself in his mind kept appearing in his head, and the words of the mysterious woman echoed in his ears over and over again.

The Dust Moon Valley is like spring all year round, and the outside world has already entered the golden autumn. The wind is cold, the trees are cold, the rain is cold, and even the fire has a chill. She thought that her heart might be dead to feel like this. But why does it hurt when the heart is dead?

The autumn rain gradually stopped, the night spread out like new ink into the inkstone, and a few lone stars smeared the sky with a cold bright moon, tiredly overlooking the earth in the company of a few dark clouds. After the rain, it was surprisingly quiet, Zhiyan sat under the big tree, staring blankly at the scattered raindrops falling with the dead leaves, feeling the cold feeling from the clothes soaked in the autumn rain. It was so cold, but she greedily enjoyed the chill that came from every bit of her body. Only this cold and cold feeling could make her feel like she was alive.

Holding Ling Fan in her hand, thinking back to what Ze Ran had said to herself, she couldn't tell the difference, and she didn't bother to think about whether what he said was true or false. Maybe some of what he said was true, a little bit of sincerity to himself, or maybe it was a lie from beginning to end, including his own lost memories.

Zhi Yanzheng looked into the distance in a daze, watching the dark clouds in the sky gather again, and the light rain fell from the sky again. Suddenly, a wide cloak landed on him with a soothing scent of sandalwood. Shen Yuqing stood condescendingly in front of the tree with an umbrella, his slender hand clenched the handle of the umbrella, and his handsome brows were also locked into the word "Sichuan", and for some reason his face was a little pale under his dark clothes. He sighed softly, leaned over slightly and stretched out his hand to her, and said softly: "The autumn rain is very cold, be careful of catching a cold." ”

Zhiyan finally came back to his senses, looked at the clothes on his body, and then looked at Shen Yuqing, who was holding an umbrella and was now in front of him, with a blank look in his eyes.

"Heartache?"

Zhiyan looked up at him blankly and nodded lightly. Shen Yuqing turned her head, let out a long sigh, and pointed to her chest, "I have more pain here." ”

He slowly squatted down, holding an umbrella with one hand, and caressing Yan's face with the other, "Yan'er, what is he like in your heart?" ”

The raindrops fell on the umbrella surface with a heavy clicking sound, and Shen Yuqing suddenly felt a feeling of suffocation in the air.

Zhiyan hesitated for a moment, leaned against the ancient plane tree, and smiled lightly, "Do you know what it's like to run barefoot in the snow in the dark night in thin clothes?" At that time, he was like the warmest sunshine to me, warm, trustworthy, always by my side when I was most helpless...... Right now...... The only sunshine and warmth in my heart is gone......"

Zhiyan smiled bitterly, but was suddenly hugged by him with one hand. Zhiyan looked at him blankly, but he could only feel the bitter sandalwood coming from his clothes and hair.

"I've never comforted people, and I don't know what to say to keep you from being so upset. I grew up in the deep palace, and I know better than anyone what it feels like to be deceived and used by the most trusted person. Yan'er, it will always pass, you still have Le'er, there are Biwu, there are friends like Tianmo, and ...... I. Believe me, there will be someone who will give you warmth and light again. ”

She gently pushed him away, stood up, smiled wistfully, shook her head slightly, and slowly walked towards the ruined temple where they were borrowing. "Shen Yuqing, I'm scared...... There won't be, there will never be ...... again"

Divine Realm, Night Court Palace.

Lian Qiao looked at Ze Ran, who was holding the chess pieces in a daze on the other side of the table, and knocked on the chessboard helplessly, "Fenghuang, you are in a daze again, we have been playing this game of chess for three days." You spent most of the three days in a daze. ”

Zeran frowned, slowly landed the chess pieces in his hand on the chessboard, and smiled, no.

"You're still thinking about her......" Lian Qiao sighed helplessly, "When will you make yourself fully understand that Lingering Dust will never come back!" She was seriously injured and had been crushed under Tianyun Immortal Mountain for more than a thousand years, maybe she had already ...... Even if she is still alive, how long do you think the Heavenly Monarch will keep her? ”

“……”

"Fenghuang, it's been tens of thousands of years, you should see it more thoroughly than anyone else."

"yes, tens of thousands of years...... I have seen through life and death, through joys and sorrows, but I can't see through her. I always thought that I could let go and leave freely, but I forgot that I had already given my heart to her. ”

"Fenghuang, you are obsessed......

Ze Ran didn't pay attention to Lian Qiao, but waved his long sleeves at the Divine Tree. A quaint wine jar broke through the ground and gradually suspended in mid-air.

"It's ......"

"It's her own wine, and I've always been drinking it alone. Now it was the last altar, and the only thing she had left here. He got up and held the wine jar in his arms, carefully opened it, and the aroma of wine overflowed in an instant. With a wave of his left hand, the chessboard above the table disappeared, replaced by two white jade cups.

He sat down, filled his glass with wine, raised it and smiled slightly, "I want to drink the wine with you this time." Even if it is a god, there will be a day when it will disappear, even Qiao, I don't want to be the only one who will remember her after 10,000 years......"

Picking up the wine glass, even Joe felt a little sad and bitter in his heart. The wine entered his throat, tasting the sweetness between his lips and teeth, he sighed softly, it was really good wine, but there really would never be more such wine.

"Lian Qiao, maybe I should really forget about her...... Sometimes I really envy those mortals, and after a hundred years, after a cup of Meng Po soup, I forget the pain and joy of my previous life. ”

As soon as Ze Ran's words fell, the Star Divine Tree suddenly began to emit a silver light, and the stars on the tree kept shining, quickly projecting out the previous scenes about the lingering dust. Ze Ran trembled and looked at the illusory and transparent figure, looked at her mischievous smile, sat alone on the sacred tree and hummed happily, watched her fall into the demon blood to wash the divine realm, and watched the blood stain her clothes slowly flowing on the ground again. But in the end, the image projected by the divine tree turned, and it was not the divine realm, but the human world......

"This person is ......" Lian Qiao looked at the woman holding an oil-paper umbrella and slowly walking out of the broken temple in horror, with a look of surprise and fear on her face, "What...... How could it be her! ”

"It's her, but it's not her. She's a ...... of obsessiveness."

"Persistence? She was...... Mortal? ”

He asked in surprise, but Ze Ran just stared at the illusory scene in front of him fixedly, without saying a word.

Holding an umbrella, Zhiyan slowly walked to a towering cliff and stared blankly ahead.

This is...... No, such a scene is not what Zhiyan experienced in the past, but the current human world, what is she going to do!