It was supposed to be like that...... It's such a poem, like a butterfly love a flower.

Until the end, what was dedicated to the spectators was nothing more than a farce of moths going to the fire.

The debris poured into his eyes forced tears out, and before the tears ran out, a wave of memories that did not belong to anyone present burst into his eyes. A few fragments are uninterrupted in everyone's field of vision.

Rainy season, dark and damp corners.

It's full of cyan, fluorescent, translucent ore.

It's Aorizawa.

Under the dead tree, which is covered with mold and moss mushrooms, there is an indescribable mass. The silhouette of a human-like figure was faintly recognizable, but there were hundreds of unspeakable Gu worms surging on it. Several white bones peeked out from the bloodless carrion, and more were hollowed out. It won't be long before they eat away at all the evidence of living things.

The black-haired man in red came here.

He leaned down and looked at the unknown object, his face expressionless.

It's the Immortal Moon Monarch.

"This look, it's ridiculous, isn't it?"

A woman's voice came, and she listened to it gently.

"Is there such a thing?"

Immortal Moon Jun didn't look back, he said so. The female voice was a little surprised.

"Don't you feel disgusting? This ugly look ......"

"Nothing special. Compared to those who are dressed in good-looking skins but stuffed with snakes and scorpions, at least this appearance is real. Be honest, it's prettier. ”

"When you say that, the concubine is quite moved."

Immortal Moon Jun bent down and picked up a chrysalis in its infancy from the body that was constantly moving. The life inside lurked quietly, as if it were dead. It was so cold, it went from shivering with cold to not even having the strength to shiver. May is getting warmer, which is the best time for bugs, but the weather has been bad lately, and it is always rainy. Beneath the heavy clouds, there is not a trace of sunlight in sight.

If it doesn't shine again, this little cocoon may never be able to feather.

"The concubine doesn't know what to do."

There are probably many meanings hidden in this sentence. Immortal Moon Jun turned around and looked at the beautiful woman hovering in the air behind him. She wore a blue Qiluo, a little silver ornament, and a hairpin with a little emerald on her head. That bit of emerald is like a kind of colorful and flickering butterfly wings, even the faint light of the rainy season will light up her cold and stunning temperament. It's just that she looks light and ethereal, as if reaching out can pierce her.

She smiled shallowly, with a hint of gratitude and weariness.

"The book of life and death says that you are not dead."

Immortal Moon Jun held the thin cocoon in one hand and clasped it in the other. He said to the woman.

"Do you think the appearance of the concubine can still be called alive?"

"I don't think so."

I don't know when the rain subsided, and the light between the leaves of the forest became a little brighter. The rain had thinned out and fell more slowly, and some birds could be heard chirping in the faint sound of the rain.

It's a lonely soul. There is no road to hell and no door in the world, alone, wandering in the present world without temperature. I don't know where it started, I don't know when it will end, I just wander in the endless variety of things. All this prosperity and decline, blooming and withering, prosperity and destruction, have nothing to do with her. She is no longer a member of the earth, but an eternal spectator.

"I can't help it." Immortal Moon Jun said, "Come with me." It's not interesting to wander around the world all the time. ”

"If such a concubine can have some fun, it's not a bad thing."

"It's not going to be much fun—" he spread his hands, "but at least it's not going to be boring." ”

A soft, fragile little creature squeezed out of this crowded cocoon. Its wings are not yet fully open, like paper soaked in water. Little by little, it slowly unfolded itself. It may take a long time, but Immortal Moon-kun's patience is always elusive. He blew softly, and the warm current of the lotus fragrance was like a strong gust of wind, and the wings of the young butterfly were like the sails of a ship that had been propped up. He raised his hand slightly, and the butterfly leaped up, through the gap in the leaves, deftly dodging the sparse raindrops, and fluttering away in the sunlight beyond the sea of green leaves.

That's about the story of that time, the story of a hundred years ago.

Mu Wan clasped his hands and complained almost coldly:

"That's what you look down on." Her face stiffened in the direction of the Immortal Moon Monarch, "Vain and stupid, pointless self-sacrifice - rather, self-destruction." What is she fighting against? To this day, you still can't understand it. ”

"Yo, you remember those words. Almost word for word. ”

His tone was still playful, but his expression was a little difficult to say. It's not ugly, but it's not calm either. The others didn't quite understand what they were talking about, after all, this was what the "green girl" said to Mu Wan alone. She was not indignant about it, for she could clearly see the wavering in the man's face. As for what kind of shake, she didn't know, as long as it made him feel unhappy, it was enough.

"Do you still think so? Do you still think so? This is the love and love that you don't like the most! Hypocritical, boring, dirty, and innocent. It's good for any reason, but even now, can you still laugh! ”

"Why am I laughing? It's not funny. ”

She almost felt like he was just stating the facts.

"If that's what you think, that's fine."

It is indeed a touching story, but unfortunately Tang He doesn't feel that it has anything to do with him. He pulled himself from this absurd memory earlier and shot and injured Huailan - seriously injured. She fell to the ground, the thick fishy smell bursting out of her mouth, and a mouthful of new blood splashed in the soil in front of her, slowly spreading.

In the next step, the Immortal Moon Monarch will make a move against Mo Liang, and the mountains and seas are very clear. He stepped forward lightly and hugged Mo Liang, who was trying to swing the knife again. When he pushed him away from that side, Shanhai pulled him up and found that his face was shining.

"You ......"

"I didn't cry." He wiped away his tears, "blinded by the ashes." ”

That's not a story worth touching - Shanhai can understand him, that's just touching. Anyway, it's still a young child. It's just that when the character in that story is the enemy in front of him, it doesn't mean that the sadness can be erased.

"Don't shoot again." He said, "Your life ...... It's a lot of danger, don't do anything to make the people who love you sad anymore, and the rest ......"

"If I don't, I'll be even sadder."

"We'll take care of the rest."

Shanhai insisted on finishing his words. Dai Luan threw her knife at him, and he raised his hand to catch it. Ah Luan ran in the direction of Shi Wuqi empty-handed. Immortal Moon Jun glared coldly, and a red flame galloped towards Mo Liang. Whether there were any personal feelings in this attack, Shan Hai didn't know, he just immediately raised his sword and smashed the fire. Shattered streams of fire flew in all directions, and the long trail of meteors was as fast as meteors. One of the small clusters of fire rushed towards Jiang Doudou, and the little girl stood helplessly. To her, it was imperceptibly fast.

Tang He suddenly blocked it.

Even a small piece of flame is the condensation of powerful demonic power. It hit Tang He the back, and it didn't ignite anything, but the burning pain was instantly detonated in his limbs, so painful that he couldn't speak, and the pain was forced out in a cold sweat. His teeth were about to be crushed by himself, and his vision was no longer clear.

For a moment, Doudou's figure flickered and overlapped, similar to Tang Yu. But he quickly calmed down, because it was only a similar degree. He believed that he was only worried about the destruction of the material, rather than genuinely trying to protect the life of a fledgling bird. If it weren't for that, her life and death would have nothing to do with her.

Is it?

Immortal Moon Jun couldn't help but look sideways, revealing a cruel smile.

The dark sky was still changing, and the roars of the tengus came from time to time, like thunder.

Under the influence of demonic power, Tang He's injuries would heal quickly in a short period of time. The other party was able to come in a very short time, and it was naturally not enough to rely on his own martial arts. Dai Luan tried to pick up Shi Wuqi, but his body was heavy, like a lifeless, heavy corpse. Wu Qi gently pushed her away, reached out his hand, and handed the moon-like ball into her hand.

"Quick, go to Xiao and let him save ......"

"I see!"

Dai Luan grabbed the soul incense and hurriedly ran along the dry pool, and Xiao walked towards this side at the same time. At this moment, Tang He broke away from the battle and tried to intercept Dai Luan. Tang Huailan, who was seriously injured, was shocked, she knew that Dai Luan was the county lord - and that she was wanted by Zuo Weimen. Once she is caught up, I am afraid that it will be more than lucky, and this person will not show mercy.

Mu Wan was the closest to him, and her reaction was also very fast, and she chased after him at a speed close to the limit. When she was still some distance away, she struck Tang He in the back with the Demon Sealing Blade, which had been hit by the fire. He obviously paused and froze in place, and Mu Wan took advantage of the situation to attack. The youkai in the sky entangled in lightning suddenly swooped down and tried to help the entangled master, but another frost-ridden white tengu chased after it and bit it the back, and the two tengu fought again. Tang He raised one hand and slapped a spell on the ground, and the electricity gushing from the ground split the dirt, cut the gravel, and chased after Dai Luan's footsteps like a bamboo. She was struck by the sudden electric current and tripped to the ground, clutching the important object tightly in her hands.

"Don't you think about it!"

Mu Wan, who had no weapons, grabbed Tang He's face with his bare hands, leaving two deep blood marks. The burning pain of the fire immediately emerged, processing another layer of anger. But Mu Wan held down his weapon, and the two fought on the spot. Tang Huailan stumbled past them, and the rest of the way was almost crawling to Dai Luan's side. Dai Luan was not seriously injured, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hmm-"

At this time, she heard Mu Wan's low wail. She turned her head and found that Mu Wan was easily lifted away by Tang He and knelt helplessly on the ground. There was a large patch of red on her chest, and more blood was pouring out. The wound was close to the heart, perhaps the heart itself, because in the center of the bloodstain was a hidden weapon - it was once her own.

A burst of electricity spread from the wound, shattering the spiritual power of the protective body around the body. The numbness struck suddenly. She fell to her knees and took two steps forward on her knees, eventually falling her upper body forward. She felt cold like never before, but it didn't hurt anymore, not at all. It's just that there is a little wind and grass around her, and she feels noisy. The screams of the mountains and seas, the wails of Dai Luan, and the shouts of no abandonment were all pulled into the whirlpool, twisted into a ball, and flew out of the clouds. The five senses become confused, the vision seems to be blurred as if drunk, and the mind is mired in vertigo. The only thing she could hear was the whispering of the earth, except for the intense ringing in her ears and the sound of her breathing that grew faster and weaker.

It persuaded her to let go of her sore hand and return to her unforgiving and stiff embrace, to eternal silence.

The ground was soft and hard, and her body was sometimes light and sometimes heavy, making it impossible for her to get up. It was as if unknown buoyancy was holding her up, and tearing at her willfully, as if to pull her soul out of her shell and throw it into a place where she could reach it, but could never touch it.

That's what it is...... Death.

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