Those voices seemed to exist in her mind originally, only because they touched some undeserved opportunity, and with a bang, they broke into Yuetang's body strongly, so strong, so fierce, so unsparing, they wanted to burst out all the emotions and pain of Yuetang, hit it out, and kill a bloody path that belonged to it.

Tsukiko's features were twisted in pain, and her lips were gulping for breath, like a drowning person trying to get out of the bottomless abyss in a half-floating and half-sinking bump, but he could only choke on many, many streams of water indefinitely, squeezing out the last of her air, burrowing into her mouth, nose, ears, and eyes......

The bitten lower lip was covered with some bright red blood, reflecting the blue-white lip color, which looked more and more red and weird.

The pain from the heart instantly spread to the whole body, and Tsukita's body was paralyzed, her fingertips firmly clasped into the engraved stone trough, and she barely held her body up with the friction between the stone surface and the palm, and her shoulders were pressed against the stone wall, constantly trembling and trembling.

Tsukichi's eyes were wet with tears, and he couldn't see the scene in front of him, and vaguely seemed to have a slender and graceful figure strolling towards him. Her demeanor is gentle and moving, her movements are elegant and noble, and she walks with thin steps, but she has walked out of a king's domineering and strong.

The figure of the man, the moon orange, seemed to have seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it truthfully, but it really seemed that he hadn't seen it somewhere. After all, such a gorgeous woman, if she is lucky enough to meet once, she will not forget it even if she is broken.

The ravines on the fingertips seem to be slowly disappearing, and the stone surface becomes more and more smooth and smooth, like a crystal clear jade, beautiful.

The orange-red light from the ground slowly recycled and gradually became calm and soft, flashing with colorful colors and gentle ripples, and finally turned crimson and bloomed into a piece, like a delicate peach blossom, blooming in the warm spring breeze.

The sharp and violent stinging pain slowly disappeared as the figure approached, and Tsukiko raised her eyes and tried to see the gentle and domineering figure clearly. However, there was always a layer of gray mist in front of him, and the fog obscured the vision of the moon orange in a heavy manner, leaving some small pieces of light and shadow reflected in the eye sockets of the moon orange, forming a silhouette that seemed to be nothing.

Yueju opened her mouth to ask who she was, but there was a dry and dead silence in her throat, and she couldn't make any sound. Yueju didn't know what her current state was, and she couldn't see everything she wanted to see clearly, looking at the endless ahead, she opened her mouth and inhaled the cold air that was cold and damp.

At this time, the smooth and transparent stone seal is carved with a bright and beautiful peach blossom tree, one hugs each other, one cluster is next to another, and the thin petals are clustered together, forming an open and magnificent scenery, floating with a faint fragrance, filled with the warmth of peach.

The peach-blossoming stone wall was too high for Tsukiju to reach, as if she would never be able to see the person who came, and everything disappeared.

The peach blossoms replaced the trees of Qilixiang, swept in, and rendered a depression and transformation of life and death with the most gorgeous and beautiful posture.

Yuetangi raised her eyes, and with just one glance, the blooming and brilliant crimson was so deeply engraved in Yuetang's heart, as if it was imprinted on her soul, making her not like herself in that moment, but like another legendary existence that had disappeared for thousands of years.

In the blink of an eye, the surroundings fell into an eerie and quiet darkness again, and the endless darkness brought Tsukiju far beyond fear, but indifference and tiredness. She wanted to get out, she wanted to escape from this place, she didn't want to be tormented by such inexplicable pain again and again, why did all those things that landed on her when they were not herself.

She didn't make any mistakes, she never even harmed a single life, even an ant or an earthworm, she treated it with careful reverence and sincerity.

That being the case, why did she still have to face these inexplicable pains and sharp stings.

Tsukiju desperately dodged, she wanted to leave, she didn't want to see these scenes that had nothing to do with her again, she just wanted to leave now, leave far away, go to the gods, tell him that she was in pain now, she couldn't bear it and was about to collapse.

The hot tears seemed to be wrapped in many, many grievances and grievances, Yueju looked around blankly, and simply broke the jar and walked casually, even if he died, it was better than now, he didn't know where he was, and he didn't know what he was doing, as if his current self was not himself at all.

There are many souls living in this body called Tsukibana, but only a small part of it belongs to her.

Tsukibana walked innocently in all directions, but no matter how he walked, there would always be a half-human-high stone on his right side, and Tsukiju could touch the soft mud and sand with his hand, smelling the bitter and salty smell, and the soles of his feet were still slightly soft soil, nothing had changed, except for the thin shoes that had been completely soaked, and a pair of feet wrapped in damp and cold cloth pads, nothing else had changed.

There was no sign of moving forward at all!

Tsukiju stretched out the back of his hand and rubbed his eyes vigorously, forcing the splashes that wanted to flow back to the end, secretly spitting on his own incompetence and vulnerability. is teary-eyed at every turn, it's just a copy of Ao Xiaosnake.

Tsukichibana thought sullenly and chagrined, and with great courage, he stood here quietly.

The breath of night enveloped Tsukita's short and delicate body. She is an earth, plant-based goblin, born with a sense of cold, but the breath here seems to be getting more and more cold and gloomy, and a frenzied and irritable wind blows in the sky, carrying a torrential rain, condensing into ice in mid-air, gathering into a fist-sized hailstone, and smashing heavily on Yuetang's body.

In order to be able to come to see the god as soon as possible, he was only wearing a thin single coat, and Tsukichibana trembled and reached out to hug himself, squatting on the ground, eager to curl up his whole body into a ball, hugging every part of his body tightly, his gums were constantly trembling up and down, and the sound of bones moving in the collision was made.

A biting cold wind blew in all directions, and ragingly into every corner of Tsukita's body.

Tsukichi's lips were bruised, his face was pale and haggard, and his brow and eyelashes were covered with a thin layer of frost, which froze into ice, melted and condensed rapidly, and barely felt the slightest warmth, except for the numbing pain of the overwhelming cold and the nowhere to hide the hail hammering down his body.

"Lord God......" Tsukitanga's throat was choked, and the voice that was almost asking for help came from the deepest dependence and call of Tsukichibana in his heart, shouting tremblingly, weakly, and silently.

Still silent in the dark night of death, Tsukiko felt his head grow out of the hail, and the air seemed to be filled with a bit of cold blood.

Yuetang's consciousness gradually became blurred, and from a distance, there seemed to be a young man in a dark green robe in the dark night, he held an oil-paper umbrella, walked in style, walked slowly, moved gently, and looked warm with a smile, as if as long as he was by his side, all the danger, loneliness, and pain would disappear.

Yuetang's heart subconsciously gave birth to a strong lingering dependence, and he stretched out his hands tremblingly, begging for the man's mercy and alms. Sure enough, the man walked slowly towards him, gently holding the back of Yuetang's hand with his palm, and there was a comfortable and warm warmth, holding his other hand to check his pulse.

The warmth of the fingertips gradually spread along the meridians, and Yue Tang heard his frozen heartbeat loosen little by little, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously hooked up a pale and weak smile, and his face full of dirty blood suddenly gave birth to a bit of agility and vitality.

The moment the man raised his eyes, he collided with Tsukichi's soft and satisfied smile, and he was slightly stunned, let go of Tsukiju's hands, and gently put down the back basket.

Yueju subconsciously wanted to reach out to grasp the warm airflow, but he lost all his strength, and he no longer had the strength to raise his hand, so he could only gasp weakly, allowing the rapidly frozen hand to hang down and hit the ground, shaking his bones with a tingling pain.

Tsukiju leaned against the frozen stone behind him, and the sound of the ground cumping was heard in his ears.

It was the sound of hail hitting the stone and her body, and each sound came like a knife piercing every inch of Moonorange's skin, numb in pain in the cold wind, but like a raging fire, burning hotly.

Suddenly, a furry coat with residual warmth was draped thickly on Yuetang's body, and a slightly worn oil-paper umbrella covered the fist-sized hailstone, hitting the umbrella bone and making a coaxing sound, listening to Yuetang's heart, for fear that it would be shattered in an instant, but he felt very safe and comfortable.

Yueju looked at him quietly, but he couldn't see his face clearly anyway, but he spontaneously gave birth to a familiar intimacy and dependence.

There must always be a quiet smile on the corner of this person's mouth, and a pair of light gray eyes seem to be covered with a layer of faint green smoke, ethereal, reflecting his expression more and more gentle and peaceful.

The man seemed to want to continue doing something, but the figure became more and more blurry among the great hailstones, and finally disappeared into the vast darkness. Tsukiju panicked and used the last of her strength to grab the man's vanishing figure, but the sky became darker and darker.

The man vanished, along with the last inch of light from Tsuki's sight.

Frightened and desperate, Tsukiju reached out to fish, to catch, to struggle.

She doesn't want to lose him, she doesn't want to lose him who is so warm and gentle.

Yuetang's head tilted fiercely, and his feet that were frozen into ice kicked the ground numbly, rubbing out dark red marks, and in the overwhelming chill, condensed into ice stones made of blood.

"Mu Bai, Mu Bai, hehe, God Mu Bai. You give him back to me, give it back to me, give him back to me!!" A terrible and mournful cry burrowed into Tsukiju's mind, hitting every inch of Tsukiju's nerves. So painful, so desperate, so unwilling, as if through the gap of time, in the future some real calling, to vent all her grief and grief as if in that screaming of exhaustion.

The tense nerves, the accumulated sorrow and hatred, finally at that moment, were like mountains and rivers shattered and vented.

And that voice, though hoarse and silent from crying and decisive grief, was all too familiar to Tsukitachi, it was her own voice, and she knew better than anyone that it was hers, it was hers.

Who did she lose, and who did she become like that, and why did she cry out to God?