Sand Oak's pitch-black eyes were looking in her direction, like two pitch-black black holes devouring everything around them, the extreme black was in strong contrast with his pale skin, and Tang Sanqing's eyes could only hold him.

"Can you see me?"

Tang Sanqing said, but as soon as she opened her mouth, a group of ghosts and ghosts attacked with huge waves, which could not hurt her, but covered all her voice.

A huge attraction came to her, the purpose was to sweep her away, this feeling Tang Sanqing knew that he must be sent to other memories again.

But a huge panic came to her heart, and she was afraid, afraid that in the next memory, the existence of the sand oak would disappear.

Fearing that the sand oak would be annihilated by any random wave in the torrent of the past, no one but her would remember his existence anymore.

Therefore, she shouted with all her might: "Quercus, live, you must wait for me, I will come to you in fifteen years." You must remember that my name is Tang Sanqing, wait for me ......"

At the same time, endless darkness enveloped her, including her voice, and the sudden appearance of a black hole swept everything away, and she wondered if the sand oak had heard what she said.

The infinite desolation and sadness in her heart, that is unspeakable helplessness, she can't save anyone.

Tang Sanqing fell into extreme self-doubt, she kept saying that she wanted to save the world, but she didn't even know how many poor people in the world were imprisoned, how could she talk about saving?

It's all just her wishful thinking.

At this time, a ray of light pierced through the darkness, like a sharp sword, splitting the darkness in the blink of an eye, and Tang Sanqing appeared in a cave.

From the moment she stepped into the cave, she squatted weakly on the ground, curled up. Because her body remembers that this cave is the cave in her dreams.

Perhaps, it wasn't a dream.

The scene at that time is still vivid. How many times did she fear the darkness and couldn't fall asleep, for fear that once she fell asleep, she would never wake up again.

Sure enough, in the next second, the vine tree demon's sinister and cunning voice sounded, "Wu Qinian, now that things are going so well, don't say you're going to retreat......"

"Of course not, I just don't think the quality of the children that have been delivered recently is not very good, and the blood is not sweet enough, so my appetite is not good." After speaking, there was the sound of a sharp weapon penetrating the flesh.

Wu Qi Nian? Is it the sick former emperor?

But it was no longer the nineteen-year-old Wu Qinian, and his voice was hoarse like nails scraping on a wooden board......

Tang Sanqing opened his eyes, and what he saw in front of him was indeed the bloody corpse that was about to skin her in the cave, and the bloody corpse turned out to be Wu Qinian!

Sister Ya said that the successive emperors of the Wusi Tibetan Kingdom were cursed and had been in office for no more than ten years, and Wu Qinian, who was only nineteen years old, also died in the face of it.

It turned out that he was not dead, relying on the evil art of the vine tree demon, using the blood of boys and girls as nourishing medicine, and hanging for a long time, even so, even the human form was abandoned.

He and the vine tree demon are the real culprits of everything.

What about the sand oak, what happened to him now?

Tang Sanqing anxiously looked for his figure, but couldn't see him, she calmed down, it was good not to see him here.

The vine tree demon and the blood corpse continued: "Recently, Sha Zhan has been making some small moves behind his back, trying to stop our good deeds, and he really can't do anything about it. ”

The vine tree demon sneered, "He is too busy to take care of himself now, and he still dares to make waves, and he doesn't look at whose life is in his hands?" By the way, I calculated, on Sha Zhan's sixteenth birthday, the nine stars are aligned, it is a good time to take his seven-trick exquisite heart to stay on you, tell me to go down and prepare well......"

Tang Sanqing was shocked when he heard it, they wanted to take the heart of the sand oak!

But before she had time to think about it, she was swept into another whirlpool, powerlessly reincarnated in the whirlpool, and when the picture was clear, the scene in front of her was a blood-red.

The sixteen-year-old and the twenty-one-year-old are not much different, but the sixteen-year-old is more immature in the eyebrows and eyes. But at this time, he was lying in a cave full of blue ghost fire, and his chest seemed to bloom like a bright red flower on the other side, which was a flower that grew on the banks of the Hell Lethe River.

That empty heart once contained a heart.

The vine of the vine dryad held a heart that would glow with a fluttering beat, blood flowed all over the ground, and the blue ghost fire and fire around it were moving, and it slowly put that heart into the heart of the bloody corpse.

Reciting the incantation, tiny tentacles immediately formed around the heart, connecting the flesh and bones of the bloody corpse, and in the blink of an eye, the heart merged with it and was inseparable.

They admired their masterpiece with satisfaction, and the bloody corpse seemed to be ecstatic at the abundance of their strength, but the sand oak lay on the stone bed, and the flow of blood never stopped.

He looked like he had lost his life, without the breath of a living person, and his empty dark eyes looked upward, without blinking or crying out in pain.

Because, the sand oak will no longer cry out of pain from the age of six.

Tang Sanqing was anxious and called his name on the side, but her voice didn't seem to reach his ears.

Until she floated in the air, looking into his eyes, looking straight at him, the sand oak's eyelashes moved slightly.

Tang Sanqing knew that he had finally seen himself.

The tears could not stop falling, and once they left her cheeks they dissipated into the air, leaving nothing in the world that did not belong to it.

She cried silently: "Quercus, quercus, quercus, quercus, quercus, ......"

She stubbornly called his name, because she didn't know how to give instructions to her mouth in her head other than calling his name.

When the vine tree demon and the blood corpse finally remembered the boy who had been forgotten on the stone bed, the sand oak was almost dying, he closed his eyes, Tang Sanqing knew that he didn't want to let himself see him like this at the moment.

"What about Sha Zhan? It's still useful to keep him, most of the ghosts and ghosts in the quicksand river have been absorbed by him, and the Wusi Tibetan Kingdom still needs his existence, but you can't let him die like this......" The worry of the blood corpse is colder than hypocrisy.

"Don't worry, he doesn't need a heart, his heart really needs something to fill in—" The vine tree demon's huge and terrifying face scanned the surroundings, Tang Sanqing's heart tightened, "That's it." ”

The vines rolled up an object with a clatter, and after it settled, Tang Sanqing could see clearly that it was actually a burning glass lamp.

The lights are bright, but the brilliance is weak, and the gentle care is still wavering, and it will go out at any time, just like the fate of a sand oak lying on a stone bed.

The tentacles of the vines hooked the wick of the glass lamp, and the burning flame made a popping sound, and it slowly put into the heart of the young man whose face was as pale as a blank piece of paper, and suddenly the flesh was scorched and the blood boiled.

Quercus closed her eyes and pursed her lips, but she still spoke from beginning to end.

The dark blue ghost fire illuminated the cruel, cold-blooded, and violent appearance of the blood corpse and the vine tree demon, Tang San was so angry that he trembled, how could there be such an evil demon in the world.

"Change the glass wick to make the heart," you won't experience heartache in the future, because you don't have a heart at all. This glass lamp is made by me with thousands of years of cold ice, so that you can experience the taste of cold invasion of your muscles day and night, and this is what happens when you disobey our orders......"

The vine tree demon's voice echoed in the cave, and the aftermath gradually dissipated, like the roar of a ghost before it flew away, hoarse.

The scene changed in a blink of an eye, and the sand oak in front of Tang Sanqing had grown up, and it was the twenty-one-year-old sand oak she knew.

Now his facial features are still delicate, his eyes are as black as ink, and his lips are pale and bloodless, just like she remembers...... However, his temperament at this time is completely less sunny and warm than when he first met.

Seeing her again, Tang Sanqing felt a lot of emotions in his heart, like thousands of boulders, constantly pressing against her heart.

The sand oak in her eyes is a young man as warm and soft as the sun, but now he is like a broken doll, tinkering, and he can't return to his original appearance, it's not his fault......

Late at night, at this time, he stood alone on the city wall, the cold wind blew cold like a blade, but he still stood for a long time.

Tang Sanqing saw that his face and hands were long gone, and the scars in the quicksand river had long gone, and the scars would disappear with the passage of time, but who could know if the wound that was festering under the skin was festering or healing at this time?

He stood here until the morning glow appeared on the horizon like a fish's belly, and the next day, when night fell, he reappeared, and one stop was the night......

In this way, Tang Sanqing was by his side, always enjoying the same scenery every night, except that the moon was round and waned, and there was no difference.

After a long time, she also knew that the sand oak seemed to have been waiting for many years.

Who is he waiting for?

His heart at this time is a glass wick, can it carry human emotions?

One day, Tang Sanqing stared at the pale side face, delicate facial features, and white lips of the sand oak, and suddenly his heart moved.

She stood on tiptoe and stretched out her palm, gently covering the top half of his face, and for a moment, the memory seemed to return to a certain day in the past......

The young man in the mask, calling to her under the tree, and accompanying her on a moonlit night, his palms were always as cold as ice, and his eyes were always desperate......

Why did Nameless appear in the palace, why did Nameless enter her dreams, and why did Quercus hate the quicksand river so much......

Recalling this, Tang Sanqing suddenly came to his senses, Sha Li was him, Sha Zhan was him, and Nameless was also him, they had obviously been the same person all along, and they were all by her side.

"Are you waiting for me......"

Tang Sanqing covered his lips helplessly, for fear that once the sound of crying leaked out, the sadness in the sky would be like a flood, and it would be impossible to contain it.

Sand Oak couldn't hear her voice, he was like a lonely green cloud that seemed to be drifting away with the wind at any moment.

Because there is nothing in this world that is worth his nostalgia......

What kind of ups and downs have I experienced in my heart, and I have experienced shattering a little hope again and again, I will completely turn into the hell of despair.

People always want to look to the sky, because there is their hope in the sky, but the sand oak no longer has hope, no longer has extravagant hopes, and will not set their eyes on the ethereal and hopeless heaven.

Looking at such a sand oak, Tang Sanqing's heart was extremely sad, she desperately wanted to know the truth, wanted to uncover these truths mixed with flesh and blood like scars.

It was she who killed the sand oak with her own hands, for the sake of the so-called truth, for the so-called justice, for the so-called responsibility......

She is just a cold-blooded bystander, watching the sand oak rise and fall in pain for more than 20 years, and she can't do anything, and what is more terrible than the executioner is to stand by and watch.

That is a more ruthless and indifferent person than the abuser, Tang Sanqing has never experienced anything painful in his life for more than ten years, these are like a nightmare that he can't wake up......