"Perhaps because of the ignorance of dreams, the displaced people chase the phantom, and in the end, it is self-pity for the shadow...... Life in the world, there is nowhere to live, the world says, this is a dream...... So he tossed and turned with grief and hatred, and he couldn't sleep, and the world said, "The name of the disease is love......"

Alone.

One tune.

One world.

Man, just like that, standing on the top of the high clouds, at his side, the clouds are rolling.

As his name suggests, it's relaxed.

"When it comes to being a person, it is easy to recall the past, and it is easier to recall those displaced people in memory, so may I ask Master Xianchuan, is your exiled person okay now?"

Qingyue's voice is like a song.

Behind the black point of light was a suit, a black robe, with long wavy water-blue hair, slightly curled in the sky high in the sky.

Like, that stray gaze.

There was no turning back, only one hand, without looking at the ground, stretched out, and then pulled it over.

"Although, I remember the past, although, I remember the exiles...... It's a pity that the former exile has already reached the stage of tossing and turning, I'm afraid, it's hurting Acacia~"

With an exclamation, the woman was caught off guard, stumbled under her feet, and fell into Xianchuan's arms, with a delicate melon seed face, seven points of shyness, two points of anger, and one point, affection, rippling eyes.

"Then what should I do, do you have to build a harem of 3,000 and enter 100,000 beauties before it can be dissolved?"

Quietly, he sneered, and in his eyes, the original trace of affection suddenly turned into cunning.

The jade finger that deceived Frost and Shengxue was screwed fiercely on Xianchuan's arm.

Let that pretentious handsome face, can't help it, twitched slightly.

"Shhh...... How dare you, harem beauties, how dare Xiaosheng be, just laugh three times a day in the past, lovesick and self-explanatory! ”

Xianchuan stared at each other directly, thinking that he would definitely be able to make the beauty smile, but as a result, Xi Yu suddenly frowned and gave him a fierce look.

"The old lady is not here to laugh! If you want to laugh, you can laugh enough~"

Xianchuan was slightly stunned, and for a while, he was in a dilemma.

"Haha, I didn't expect that after many years of separation, the two uncles are still so affectionate and affectionate, it's really enviable......"

The sound of heroic laughter, accompanied by a deep and majestic voice, suddenly sounded from behind.

Xianchuan Huo Ran turned around and hurriedly put down the old words in his arms.

"Huh? Little Guizi! You're finally here! ”

A momentary surprise, Xianchuan didn't even want the beauties around him, so he took three steps and two steps, and quickly greeted him.

Meet the man who is destined to be extraordinary.

There is a kind of person who walks like a tiger and looks forward to being heroic.

There is a kind of person who is mighty and mighty, not angry but mighty.

There is a kind of person who is happy, and the whole world celebrates, and when he is angry, everything is in ashes.

There is a kind of person, just standing, there is a strong sense of oppression, people can't help it, so they want to kneel and worship......

And now, standing in front of Xianchuan is undoubtedly such a person.

It's just that Xianchuan didn't seem to feel that strong sense of oppression, and his face was still full of laughter.

"You kid, in previous years, Luo who stayed with you refused to come out, and every time it was late before the awards. Especially in the last martial arts conference, I simply didn't even come to be the guest of honor! ”

Patting the other party's majestic broad shoulders heavily, although it was a word of blame, but in the eyes of Xianchuan, there was no sense of blame, but it was a touch of irrepressible joy, surging vigorously, about to burst the embankment.

"What? How did you come so early this year? Could it be ......?"

Xianchuan asked with a smile, but saw that the other party was just standing quietly, smiling silently.

A pair of eyes just seemed random, but in fact, they carefully swept between the vast sea of clouds, as if they were searching for something.

"Oh, oh, got it, got it, hehe!"

Xianchuan nodded and smiled proudly, also following the other party's gaze, looking at the vast sea of clouds.

There, in the seemingly ethereal clouds, far or near, thin or slightly, strange pictures appeared.

There are cherry blossoms, yellow dust, laughter, and blood, as if the world is a thousand things, and life is varied...... The only difference, perhaps, is that these protagonists, all of them, are young young men and women.

"You know how big it is! How many years has it been since Gui Mad has become the king of a country, and he is still a little Guizi, and he is called Xiao Guizi! ”

On his head, a cold chestnut knocked down, and Xianchuan raised his head suddenly.

"Didn't you call it yourself......

Subconsciously blurted out, but immediately regretted it, and Xianchuan quickly turned his head away.

"Hmm...... The sinner knows that he is wrong...... Your Majesty...... That one...... It's good to make amends, be careful, and hope to smile! ”

The man apologized like a dog, and Shirokawa suddenly smiled slyly.

Out of nowhere, the folding fan was taken out and volleyed a little.

The clouds and mist, which were originally slowly drifting, rushed up quickly, as if the blue sea was rising and surging.

"Xiao Yi is here!"

The clouds and mist gradually stopped, and suddenly turned into a mirror as clear.

In the mirror, several figures slowly emerged.

The purple long skirt, with the purple birdcage umbrella and the long hair like a waterfall, fell down gently, even in such a world where only yellow sand remained, it was still so graceful and luxurious.

Next to the girl, there were two pairs of teenagers and girls, who were Yiyi, Siwuyi and others.

Only now, they are standing in front of a touch of yellow dust.

The glass-colored yellow dust seems to be light and ethereal, no different from other sand dust, but no matter whether everyone forcibly attacks or tests in a roundabout way, it seems that it is difficult to enter it, and even the constantly flashing dimensional black spots around Yiyi cannot penetrate this barrier and enter it.

"Huh? Xiaoyi and them seem to have encountered some trouble...... Obviously, he had already reached the B-order Dimensional Master a few years ago, but he still couldn't break through this barrier...... Could it be ......"

Xianchuan slowly pinched his chin and muttered to himself, suddenly raising his head and looking at the former words beside him.

"Field."

Speaking lightly, the face of the man known as "Returning Crazy" suddenly showed a solemn expression.

Xianchuan comprehended, and the folding fan was lightly clicked, and the picture was quickly switched.

In an instant, a huge temple appeared.

And, the figure that covered the sun all day......

The three of them were slightly stunned, and their curious expressions turned into shock in an instant.

With a tap of Xi Yuyu's finger, a spatial crack was slowly torn out.

"Wait!"

A handful, was pulled.

Xianchuan, slowly, shook his head.

"Wait, it's not the real thing, if it's the real thing...... Even if a few of us old guys go together, it won't help......"

"You mean, neither is Thesiphone?"

"No, that woman is real, but she is just an undead, and she is also an undead who has been deprived of her godhead, even if she was once a god, with her current strength, she will be restricted by the prohibition of Tianyi Illusion...... That kid, there's still a chance to win......"

Although, saying this, Xianchuan's expression became more and more solemn.

"Although the probability of winning is basically not much different from zero......"

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But even if it's zero, it's a probability......

Beyond nothingness, the stubborn, the hope......

Thinking like this, Kazama raised his feathers and gently, raised his head.

God, it's still high.

The ground is still very white.

The starry sky is still brilliant.

But the world of Kazama feathers suddenly darkened.

Unlike being obscured by the light of Thessiphone, it is not a gloom due to contrast, it is a darkness born of despair.

There are no margins, and there is no need for margins.

Because, no one, will walk out of it.

This is, desperate, the bottom.

Here, there is only the solidified Kazama Raising Feather, and, at his feet, the equally solidified glass dragon.

I don't know why, but, I brought it here, the only partner to rely on.

It's just that we seem to have gone on the wrong set......

Kazama smiled bitterly, like a fool.

The head tilted slightly, slightly deflected, and looked at the still bright, arrogant smile.

"Be enlightened! Oh, no, you don't need to do any enlightenment, because you're going to die in an instant~"

The other party, so said.

Just like her smile, she was as arrogant as ever.

However, Kazama was still smiling, still like a fool.

"Even though I'm tired and want to run away right now, ...... Would love to give up...... But, allow me, to do the last struggle......"

Obviously, it is a sigh-like tone, but, why, with stubbornness.

Is it unwilling, or is it because ...... Those, in memory, figures.

Perhaps, it's just ......

"For, the strictest."

Yes, the strictest......

Own...... Also, their ......

The dragon, suddenly, roared, with a fury of despair.

Then, turn into an arrow off the string.

Hurricane.

Just like an angry bird, even if it falls, it will smash the target to pieces!

There was a wind, gently passing by the ears, with a hint, ethereal, calling.

But Kazama raised his feathers, but as if he hadn't heard it, he buried his head and moved forward!

In his eyes, there was only that one woman, a brilliant woman.

And the faceless of God.

However, I saw the face that I couldn't see.

The moment when the feather raised his head in Kazama.

In a moment of starry light.

God, even kneeling.

Then, zoom out sharply.

Together, the starry sky that quickly collapsed.

It's close.

It's close.

It's closer.

That smile.

The starry sky.

Also, the old face that could not be looked up to.

Kazama Yangyu, never thought that in the world, there would be such an old face.

It seems that from the day he was born, he was accompanied by suffering, calcined in the flames of purgatory, even if all the vicissitudes of the years were engraved on a face, it could not be compared with one ten-thousandth of it.

It's a, unspeakable, old.

Perhaps its very existence is a tragedy that should not exist.

But He existed, in the name of God.

Holding on to the starry sky, it seems as if it will collapse at any moment.

On one knee, he knelt down.

Kneeled in front of the woman, the glittering woman.

Then, in an instant, get up.

Run.

Like the wind.

With the stars.