The candle flame went out with a thrilling sound.

Another breeze woke him up from his pain.

The man who had been sleeping for many days suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes were too bright, as if he knew everything, as if the deepest darkness in his heart also illuminated him at such a glance, washed away the filth, and precipitated the years.

It was a pair of golden eyes, the eyes were as low as the sea, like a pool of bright stars in the sky, gradually, it became clear and cold, without waves. It seems to be a pool of stagnant water, calm and calm, and it is written that the living should not approach.

"Phoenix Feather ......," he said in a hoarse voice, but no one around him responded to him.

"It's another dream......"

The brain that had just woken up was blank, and the alternation of reality and dreams was really like being struck by lightning. His heart was beating in a panic, still thinking about a way to save her, still desperately listening to what she was saying, reacting that it was a dream, his brain was confused to despair, and then uncomfortable, sad, and mixed, only then did he know that people sometimes really have heartache and can't breathe.

He felt his chest stuffed, heavy, congested. I felt like I had lost something in my chest, and the emptiness was so empty that I was maddened, scared, and wanted to cry.

When he woke up, the world around him instantly turned gray, he felt that everything around him was far away from him, he felt that his heart was falling uncontrollably, and he felt as uncomfortable as drowning.

It was bustling outside, like a bazaar, but he felt that the voices of others seemed to be far away from him, and he couldn't hear it clearly, and he didn't want to hear it, so he just wanted to squat in the corner or lie on the bed and curl up, bury his head in his arms, hug his knees, and stay quietly alone, because it would be a little more comfortable.

Sighing helplessly. He rolled his eyes, feeling that his eyelids were still a little sour. He felt very tired, as if he had climbed a very high mountain, walked a long way, and had no comfort to sleep at all.

He lay with his eyes closed for a while, letting his somewhat blinded head slowly remember, why he slept here.

He cried and cried and fell asleep on the glacier that day, and this is where he woke up.

The dim rainy day and the lively sound of cars and horses outside made him think he was in the world for a while.

He opened his eyes, stared straight at the white tent above his head, pressed his sore temples, and tilted his head sideways to look at the light rain outside, not knowing how long he had been asleep.

Another day, day by day, he had no idea what he was living for.

His Huang Yu is a road idiot, often forgetting the way home, he told her that if she can't find the way, just stand still and don't move, waiting for him to find her, he promised to find her no matter how difficult it is, she has always believed in him, and he has really found her many times.

But this time...... In the dream, he obviously stretched out his hand to her, why did she leave halfway, so indifferent, he couldn't see a trace of sadness on her face.

It seems that every dream is like this, Huang Yu is full of hatred for him, mixed with deep love, and sometimes, even if she dies, she has to run away from him.

He would never let her escape, never!

Can you give him another chance, let him guard her well, and don't let her suffer a little more harm.

Huang Yu, what are you going to tell me?

Huang Yu, where the hell are you?

Separated again and again, why is it always him who stays in place? Even if it is death, it is good to let him die for her once.

"Shhhh

The back of his head suddenly hurt like a pinprick, and Ming Qi sat up with his head propped up, because he got up a little violently, he eased up on the bed for a while.

Sometimes he had to deny that he was so vulnerable, powerless and depressed in the face of small setbacks. He has become an immortal mortal, but he is as powerless as a weak human being.

Obviously, my ears are so clear, but why do I buzz so often, I can't tell whether I'm awake or asleep in a dream.

He sighed, got out of bed barefoot, extinguished the candle, pushed open the creaky window, and stared out at the rain falling outside.

The garden was silent, and one or two grass seeds sprouted from the newly turned soil pit, and the insects flapped their wings and flew away. He looked at something in a daze, but it didn't enter his eyes. Because it's full of hollows that can't be seen through.

There are four seasons in the world here, and it took a long time for Shen Qi to think of this sentence.

He looked up mechanically, looked up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle, and kept doing so for a long time.

He couldn't do anything, he didn't want to do anything, he didn't want to move, he didn't want to talk, and the whole person was in a sluggish state, muddy.

I'm still tired after sleeping for so long, but I can't sleep anymore when I close my eyes again, and my brain will automatically repeat the moment when the phoenix feather turned into blood. He couldn't remember how many sleepless nights he had, and his mind was filled with her figure, which made him more and more awake, making him unable to distinguish between dreams and reality, and making him completely insane.

If it weren't for Qiuchen, he might have returned to this netherworld long ago. Qiuchen was his last motivation in those years, he promised Huang Yu to take care of their children, and he couldn't break his word.

He spent three years teaching Qiuchen to be a qualified emperor, and he worked tirelessly day and night to pave the way for him in the future, and his tired body had a strong need to rest, and he often fell asleep in a struggle like this.

As if by doing more to fill up his time, he could really put the phoenix feather down. During that time, the high-intensity nervousness of the spirit made him indeed let go of the phoenix feather, but after a complete rest, the rebound of the spirit made him no longer able to stand the pain of lovesickness, and finally he chose to end his life in pain.

He stood by the railing, his gaze scattered over the gray sky, and the purple sunlight scattered through the clouds on his eyelashes.

His eyes are full of bottomless gloom, and flickering is heartbreaking sadness. Slowly raising his eyes, he could see that in his golden pupils, a painful past was hidden. With the stiff corners of his mouth and a face without a trace of a smile, people can't help but feel that he seems to have lost the most important thing in his life, and after a hundred years of loneliness and despair, he has given birth to such melancholy and sad eyes.

Piles of dark gray clouds pressed low on the earth. Looking at the weather, it was already late autumn, the trees were already bare, and the old tree stood gloomy, letting the brown moss hide the wrinkles on its body.

The late autumn dusk always comes quickly, and before the raindrops are dissipated by the vapor evaporated by the purple sun, the sun sets into the western mountains. The wind carried a heavy coolness, driving away the white mist.

The shadows grew thicker and thicker, blending in with the night, but soon they were silver-gray again by the black moon candles.

He is at the junction of the sun and the moon, the palace of the underworld. The alternation of the sun and moon takes place here, sometimes with the moon on the left side of the sky and the sun on the right side of the sky, and then the positions are reversed. The only thing that remains unchanged is that the sky is always black and purple, like a big Taiji diagram.

Strangely enough, although the sun is purple and the moon is black, their light allows those below to see what is in front of them.

The black moon, which is not yet round, gradually rises high into the sky. It overlaps with the Sun to form an annular solar eclipse that is one of two times a day.

A transparent gray cloud, faintly covering the moonlight, as if enveloping a light smoke, strands of detachment, like falling into a dream. The black moon hung silently in the southwestern sky. The cold moonlight sprinkled on the earth, and it was so gloomy.

With such a sky accompanied by such a look, it feels very appropriate.

He wore only a thin single coat, the placket was half open, revealing a delicate collarbone and a touch of moon white in front of his chest, although he felt a little cold, he didn't bother to raise his hand to tidy it up. The black hair is scattered like a meandering placket, contrasting with the white skin and the light purple moonlight. The white cotton yarn stuck to the emaciated body in the night rain, completely lacking the vigor of the year.

With his black hair dragging to the ground, he wandered back and forth in the gloomy hall like a ghost. He walked barefoot through the silent corridor, where there was no sound except the sound of him stepping on the wooden floor. The noise outside was out of place here, but he didn't notice it.

The slanting rain floated, kissing him on the cheek. A thin cloud floated over his fair face, and a drop of water fell from his wet forehead, from the forehead to the tip of his nose, then to his pale lips, and finally down his chin and to his flat chest.

A black hair was moistly draped behind him, and his pale and beautiful face was dyed with a pale white soft light in the light of the night pearl. He walked without hurry, without direction at all, but his steps never stopped, and a few thorns leaned out of his body, hooking his long hair, but they could not stop him from walking forward.

He was thinking about something.

He wanted to straighten out all these things, sort out a clue, and give himself a direction and motivation to move forward.

But whenever he thought about how to find Huang Yu, the words "people and ghosts are different" would come to his mind, accompanied by the matter of Grace and Emperor Bihuang.

Is it true that cross-racial love is not recognized? Is it true that humans and ghosts can't be together?

Hell, to put it nicely, is actually a ghost, a ghost living in hell, a ghost in charge of ghosts.

The lowercase under the rain is like a needle tip, and there is no sense of impact. He poked out and caught the little rain with his hand. Then he stepped on the railing with one foot and jumped to the top of the eaves in a few jumps.

He sat down a few meters from the ground, hunched over, motionless, staring blankly. His eyes were glazed and his expression was depressed. His figure, his eyes, make people feel his deep, shuddering sadness intensely. His eyes sink deep into his sockets, and his movements are like those of an old man.

He wanted to cry hysterically now, and he felt that he was hilarious. He used to look down on crying people the most, tears are a means for women to gain sympathy, what a big man cries when he cries. But now when he thinks of Huang Yu, he wants to cry, and his heart is as uncomfortable as a big stone.

The raindrops smashed into a large black water tank, and in the light of the moonlight, the silver flowers bloomed, shining brightly, and dancing pearls, like tears.

He stayed there, staring blankly at the water in the black water tank, he saw the white figure in the water tank, the eyes of the person sitting on the eaves were sealed in the vast resentment, the long eyelashes were rolling with a little crystal droplets, I don't know if it was the water marks left by the drizzle or the tears accumulated in the corners of the eyes, the golden eyes that were originally as bright as the stars were eclipsed, the eyes were so empty, so lonely, so melancholy...... He felt like a living dead.

When he looked up, he saw a large number of people not far away walking in one direction and jumping down at the end.

They don't all walk, some lie on the ground and squirm forward, some break a leg and jump forward, they have a common characteristic, that is, their faces are full of festers and they can't see their original appearance.

The wind was measuring in the hillside, and a terrible cry came, and Ming Qi had seen this picture.

There is another plague in the world.

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