When I want to fall, there is no one to keep me from falling, not that I am not strong enough, but I deliberately choose, at this right time, the right time to fall, because only in this way can I see you....

- Swarthy boy

Wancheng, the sunset is like blood, reflecting the ancient city, a team of elite armor soldiers stand on the city wall to patrol back and forth, and there are merchants or people entering the city from time to time in front of the city gate... All require strict checks before entering.

"It's better to die than to live...", an old man with white hair, pushing a cart full of goods, on the car lay a swarthy young man covered in blood, the boy's undulating chest, it can be seen that he is still alive.

"Stop! Accept the interrogation..."Several soldiers looked through the cargo car seriously, their eyes stayed on the face of the swarthy young man, and said, "How did he do this?" ”

The white-haired old man raised his trembling hand and said: "The military master doesn't know, my grandson, escorted the old slave to Wancheng to take refuge, met bandits halfway, my poor baby desperately rescued him, and was fortunate to come here, I hope the military master will do well, let the old man enter the city, and heal my baby as soon as possible!" ”

The soldier's face showed admiration and said: "There are very few people who dare to fight when they encounter bandits, your grandson is a good man, I am the keeper of the east city gate, if your grandson gets better, come here to mix with me, and ensure that he has no worries about food and clothing!" ”

The white-haired old man clasped his fists gratefully and bowed, while the soldier waved his hand and said, "Hurry up and enter the city!" The old man immediately pushed the cart towards the city.

"Today's sunset is really red, as bright as blood, and at the same time, people are intoxicated, and a trace of heart palpitations rises in their hearts..."

"The remnant sun is like blood, a good omen, indicating that this year will be prosperous, and the drought will soon pass." An old farmer looked at the sky very happily.

Then many old farmers nodded in agreement, everyone looked at the sky with a smile, in the era of disaster, the cruelty of reality made many people who couldn't help themselves, began to pin their hopes on God, so many people are superstitious, but superstition is not wrong, superstitious people can often obtain a magical power to support these poor people to live.

"Whew! ... Oh! A roar that looked like a beast, but not like a beast, sounded, and the people of Wancheng showed surprise when they heard it, what is this thing calling?

"Zhang San, where is your cow? Why haven't you seen it lately, is it sold? A man looked at the man named Zhang San, who was frowning.

Zhang San listened to this strange roar, sighed and said: "Sensei, my cow was lost a few days ago, and I searched for it to be stolen, but we searched all over Wancheng, and we didn't see it." ”

"What? Zhang San, your cattle have been lost, I heard that Li Si's horse was lost a few days ago, why are there always so many things about losing livestock these days..."A passer-by uncle, touching his head and speaking very depressedly.

Then everyone seemed to notice something, and someone said: "Have you noticed that the cattle in Wancheng are gone, such as cows, sheep, pigs, dogs, and even the horses of the cavalry..."

"Yes! What's going on? ”

"Don't you say, I haven't found out yet, this careful search is really gone..."

"It's terrible, it's not a good sign that this remnant sun is like blood!"

"Listen, how does this roar feel like the wail of some animal when it is dying..."

"Shhhh ... I don't know if you've ever heard a terrible legend? ”

"What legend?"

"The sky has a fate, and when the longevity is approaching, a hundred animals will not come out, and ten thousand beasts will be wiped out, this is the sky is dead..."

"Could it be that this wailing sound came from the heavens?"

"Is it true that the end of the world is coming..."

......

Suddenly, the people of Wancheng went crazy... The heavens are dying, and their final roar heralds the end of the world!

So the panic casually rendered the entire Wancheng, and all the people began to try their best to prepare for how to survive before the end came.

When the gatekeeper slept, we turned around with the storm and died in the embrace, with the greatest respect for our warriors, so I woke up at this moment...

The swarthy young man coughed a few times, opened his bright eyes, looked at the remnant sun in the distance like blood, and said with a strange smile: "The demon soldier has descended, and the remnant sun is like blood... The host got a good omen for us. ”

"That's... Let's say okay! The white-haired old man stretched out his hand to the swarthy young man, and the swarthy young man glanced at the old man, took out a few copper coins from his pocket, and threw them violently under the old man's happy look!

Bang! The wrinkled old man's expression suddenly froze, and he slammed against the wall, with a few copper coins stuck in his neck, and the blood flowed out slowly, slowly soaking his clothes.

"I desperately escorted you here, but you plotted against me for money, and wanted to take the opportunity to kill me, it's really ridiculous, it's ridiculous that a group of stupid people, but when a wolf chooses a flock, he won't choose a flock that has the ability to threaten his life..."

He picked up a stick casually, and a moment later, he lay on the ground, blood coming out of his mouth, trembling as he looked at the sunset in the distance, he smiled, smiled and said to himself: "The demon lord's plan... Sure enough, I saw her the fastest... Didn't lie to me! ”

A man in black slammed on the chest of the young man in black, and said with admiration: "After being so seriously injured, you can still live, what a terrible guy, if it weren't for the secret of the demon painter on you, I would be today..."

"How are you today?" A cold voice came from a distance, and then swished, the sound of dozens of silver needles piercing the air sounded, and the black-clothed man's pupils widened suddenly, looking at the graceful figure that came out of the sunset, bang, bang, he fell to the ground with a bang.

"When you take a step to define this life, you look back at the sunset, and what disappears is your graceful figure..."The swarthy young man showed a sneering smile, looked at the graceful woman in front of him, and a voice with a warm anger came out of her mouth: "The demon lord said that they betrayed us, you still don't believe it, you have to verify it, and now you make yourself like this, is it worth it..."

You say that if it's worth it, I'll do it, and if it's not worth it, I won't do it, but is life worth it or not? Some are just a trace of obsession, and the person who cries the most in the conspiracy is the culprit who ends all this, because I, the demon lord, have found that person...

The dark boy held a name and handed it to the graceful woman, who picked it up and quickly disappeared into the street, the name he held hidden, hiding too many stories about him... And that name is Bocai!