"Xiao Yu'er, you have only been in contact with the human world for a short time, where did you know this information?" Ah Lang looked at Xiao Yu'er and asked with a smile.

"Seventh sister, there is a book, which was given by you as the eldest brother, and there are all kinds of things in it, including everything. I've been reading it for the past two days, and I've memorized it all. Xiao Yu'er said softly.

After Ah Lang listened to Xiao Yu'er's words, the colorful lightning flashed in his eyes, looked at him, nodded deeply, did not speak, raised his head and squinted his eyes slightly, and looked intently at the "skeleton fantasy play" in the void......

Ah Lang suddenly felt that he had entered the picture scroll, and he couldn't help but be surprised in his heart: this "skeleton fantasy picture" was just copied by me with my mind based on the original painting of the demon princess Yu Jingting, how could I enter the picture scroll myself, it must be the effect of my own mind attracting.

After thinking about it, Ah Lang walked to the place where the two skeletons, one large and one small, were less than a few feet, suddenly opened his eyes wide, and looked intently......

The big skeleton suddenly opened its mouth and muttered to itself......

You can rest assured, let go of my heart all my life, my tears sing for you, my footsteps play the piano for you, not afraid of the wind roaring, not afraid of the turbulent sea, I only want to love your heart, wait for your tears, chase your meeting in this life.

A lifetime of fate, a lifetime wish, you are the eternal Chanjuan, I am a vain every day, although the next life, even if it is uncertain, that maybe, that cut short, even if it is a moment, even if it is a dream that will never be seen again.

On the bridge, I hung my cherished old years, my thoughts were cold and warm, my quiet heart was drawn by the wind, my fingers were sticky for a moment, how many buildings and how much bitterness, crying goodbye to previous years, teardrops interrogated, and the rain was pressed every year.

The year is less than a year, about a month, the fate is scattered, there are many dreams, and how many you say goodbye are scattered.

How many unfortunate encounters have been waited, lonely throws, or difficult to collect, you are love, you are love, I am willing, I am willing, one is unwilling, one is unwilling, one is not in love, two people are in love, it is scattered, and it is also ruthless in this life and the next life.

Your umbrella, your wedding dress, for whom you have opened up prosperity, the marriage of dreams, the send-off of love, do not belong to me.

Your choice, without me, my waiting is for you, for the invisible marriage of you, that thinness, that accidental past, beautiful and prosperous, swept away the tears in my heart, wet the sleeves of my clothes, but my waiting is still so serious.

Browsing the pain in the heart, the sadness of not being able to indulge, the waiting thoughts are getting longer and longer, I can't see, I can't get used to hearing, although I will be hurt when I get closer, and I will cry when I see far.

Wandering for no reason, you are the moon, you are the flower, you are the end of the world, I can't let go, all the present, the only past, will not be continued.

Deceive yourself, write with tears to forget, say to give up, but you can't cut out yesterday's smile and read every season in your heart.

I shed tears with your name in my mouth, tell my own story to get hurt, always helpless, always without words, who is at the mouth of the river, I drink and cry.

The broken glass heart is difficult to reunite, and the dripping love is presented again, making my former smile cry again, and the goodbye that is not warm has become an eternal unclear.

I'm already crying and it's hard to say your name, under the flowers on the other side, in the Acacia Building, you see, you can't see, I know what I don't know.

Life can no longer be turned back, love cannot be saved, it is your heart that takes me away, it is yesterday's scenery that brings me tears, writing about you.

I have learned to be infatuated to the end, love you and you can't see you, you are a lifelong pursuit, you are in vain in the next life.

Heartache, heartache is already a moment every day, the exhaustion of every heartbeat, so that I always keep every painting I once had

Face.

You are the song of my heartbeat in this life, you are the rhythm of my life, whether you see the melody of my walking on the street, I don't see the scenery, and you are my world every day.

Green silk hair, white clothes, lovesickness in old age, a lot of red dust is scattered, how many heartbeats for your life, see, if you hear the taste of my crying, my residual dream with your yesterday.

Your beautiful familiarity, crying with my strange heart, I cling to it with all my today, thinking about the hug I no longer have, as if you have lost yourself again.

By accident, I can't be simple, I can't cut the bridge of this life, you can't see, you can't see the scenery I arrived in this life, I can't reach the season that I belong to.

Your world, every day, every moment, I use the heartbeat of waiting to end the love of this life, but I can't use the life to visit to protect every teardrop of lovesickness.

I miss it today, I have burst into tears yesterday, and the arrogance of wanting to cry without tears makes me cry again, one drop, two drops, every day the world opens a door for you, open the window, you can't see the mirror in my heart.

Describe with heart, drip blood with thoughts, the precious weight cannot be measured by words, tears can only call its scenery, can not pick up the past in the heart, that is a love.

I have thrown away my vows to protect the tears, but it is too late, I used the tears of this life to fold a lotus flower and write it in the quiet world.

When I got drunk, I remembered the reincarnation of the next life, forgot about life, and realized that you were so obsessed with me, that so-called Tianya is the world that I can't enter.

Ah Lang was stunned when he heard this: What a bridge, flowers on the other side!

A lifetime of fate, a lifetime wish, but under the bridge asked Lethe. How many generations have you been ferrying in the same boat, and how many generations have you slept together? Watching the sea and the moon together, relying on the blue field and the sun, and the red dust and dawning dreams are intoxicated with the field. Who knew that waking up from a dream was far away, and it was a desperate oath. How can the word helplessness be explained, how many infatuated obsessions?

The fate of the past life continues in this life, and the soul is broken in the dream. lingering in a dream but not knowing, how many more lives will you have to cultivate, before you can be attached to God. Leaning on the railing, I laughed drunken and laughed at the song of the sky: If the fate of this life is not full, even if I repair the marriage with pen and ink, I only call the remnants as evidence, and I am allowed to live up to my life in the next life.

The soul flies and dreams linger in the Lethe River, and the Xiao Xiao River is covered with clouds and smoke. A hundred years of acacia sighs shallowly, and the embankment of thousands of miles is several degrees wide. The body is cold and lonely, and the shadow is lonely. The canoe spins in the air.

Memories are burning, what kind of figures, overlapping into the outline of my eyes? It is you, through the gap of time, across the vast river, to come to me.

By the Lethe River, I was walking along the bank in confusion, and the bridge inadvertently appeared in my eyes, so I stepped on this bridge. The fame of this bridge is very great, it has been passed from the Yellow Spring to the world, from the past to the next life.

With just one sigh, he has endured thousands of lives and deaths, and some of those fates in the dark have been extinguished, while others are even thicker. I walked stubbornly, letting the images that had long since passed play back in my mind.

Wake up from a dream and pull green silk into an empty space, who cherishes Zimo Shaohua. Twist half of the ink, fill in a song of clear words, you leave this time, who else can Jin Se with.

When we met that day, you were plain in white, and I was half-lying on the grass, laughing at each other for no reason, and giving poems with the moonlight. I still remember the day when I first met, and I sang the dream lake with you, and now the dream lake is still the same, but where are you?

Last night's frost dispelled the old dream, and the peach and willow green were a curtain of spring. Marriage has been reincarnated several times, and the weak water has three thousand splashes of red dust

Reincarnation is a hundred turns, for the sake of Qing's cultivation, even if I am obsessed, you have left, leaving me only to refine my feelings and forge dreams.

Only the wet pillow knows, and only the painful heart knows. In this life, when I watched a fireworks, my eyes brightened and my heart cooled. Looking only at the next life, you can allow me to be gentle in my life, dump the rivers and mountains, and warm my heart.

I once loved, you are the name of my life,

Now separated, you are the wind and moon that I have listened to for nine days.

You are worried about your sweetheart, and others are thinking about you; You are heartbroken for your sweetheart, and others are sad for you**...... Should you love, or hate, should you persevere, or should you let go. This chaotic feeling, this indescribable entanglement, who can cut it off.

The most beautiful scenery is not in the distance, but in the heart; There is an encounter in the world, not on the road, but in the heart. There is a kind of companionship in the world, not by the side, but in the soul. There is no passing by, but it will leave an instant surprise; There is no need to meet, those eyes are still deep and affectionate; There is no need to look back, that figure is still the most beautiful scenery in my heart.

In this world, there will be such a person, when you think of him, the bottom of your heart will pass through the gentleness of floating clouds, a faint joy, and a faint pain; There will always be a person hidden in your heart, who is the pain that you can never blurt out, silently concerned, and deeply blessed; There will always be a deep affection, integrated into life, can not be parted with, and can not be forgotten!

I saw you, fresh and elegant dress, like a hibiscus out of the water, not stained with dust; I saw you, the elegant and gentle green silk, with the river breeze blowing the most beautiful dance in the world; I saw you, your eyes as clear as water, sinking my heart in a moment of opening and closing; I saw you, with a face as quiet as a flower, and with a smile, I dissolved my lifelong infatuation......

It turns out that fate has never gone far, it turns out that you have been waiting for me.

When the love is strong, people are haggard, and love is deep and there is no regret;

It's not right to miss you and forget you, I'd rather be sad and sad;

If you don't hate the sky or hate anyone, life is not as good as a dream;

I am accustomed to seeing flowers bloom and thank you, but I am afraid that the origin and fate will disappear.

Ah Lang heard the fog cover of the clouds and mountains, and he didn't know why, and secretly said in his heart: This big skeleton seems to be a sad person before his death, what did he say before, but the bridge, the flower on the other side! How could this nagging about the Lechuan River again! Is there really such a place in this vast smoke continent?

Suddenly, everything in front of Ah Lang's eyes disappeared, and an earth-shattering battlefield scene appeared......

The sun is setting, and the remnant sun is like blood. The dazzling yellow light was mixed with a frightening crimson, like the red blood of countless people on the battlefield, enchanting and beautiful. Countless blades were casually discarded on the ground, and crimson blood flowed uncontrollably. There are corpses all around, and the mountains have long been devoid of the breath of the living.

I saw that a path that only allowed one person to pass through in the camp of the army was slowly separated, and a handsome young man in a brocade robe in a purple robe rode a black horse slowly. Although he had a smile on his face, he couldn't see the slightest smile in his eyes, but with a compelling awe-inspiring aura, he looked straight at the mountains and fields full of corpses in front of him......

Wandering in the moon, his face was grim, and the two looked at each other in front of the opposing formation. Thousands of years of time have come and gone, the night has not been young, and tears have broken my bowels. Therefore, the past has turned into a blue, lonely soul, and sad and desolate. Guns and swords collide with each other and remnants of yang blood, whoever is obsessed, who should be robbed. Thousands of troops and horses who are kings, the dust is enlightened, and the former is gone. Startled by the end of the empty dream, the night is silent, and the face is creamy.

The handsome young man in the brocade robe in a purple robe, after saying it loudly, raised his head to the sky, laughed wildly, and the laughter turned out to be a purposeful convergence of sounds, and in an instant, a black hole the size of a circle suddenly appeared in the sky under the sunset in the distance, and the corpses all over the mountains and fields, along with broken swords and other debris, were all sucked into the black hole and disappeared.

The handsome young man in the brocade robe immediately raised his right hand slowly, towards the direction of the black hole, and gently wiped it from left to right, and the sky returned to its original state in an instant. The sunset is like the old, the remnant sun is like blood, and the sunset floats in the sky......

All the soldiers in the camp of the army, looking at the scene in front of them, instantly knelt on the ground, and the black pressure was boundless......

Hahaha......

The handsome young man in the brocade robe turned around and laughed even more unscrupulously......