Falling flowers are bleak.

Red flowers with flying snow, when it falls, the shadow of the flowers disperses, and only flying snow remains.

The fiery red sky and the snow-white earth, just like man, are like fire when they are born, bright and splendid, and when they die, they are like snow, cold and lonely.

"Why?" "After all, he still has a heart, he will still ask, he is still reluctant, he is still puzzled.

Maybe the unintentional person should be Linglong, she is still cold in the world, except for facing Ye Xiao, she has no feelings for anyone, she didn't think about it, and replied directly: "This is your fate." ”

"Mine? Since everything is arranged by you, it is better to say that it is the fate you have given you. Xi Mengsheng's tone of voice was still flat, as if he was not angry, as if he came here just to understand the beginning and end of everything.

Xi Mengsheng looked at the three words Anru on the tombstone, and after reading it for a long time, he asked again: "She shouldn't be dead." ”

"You killed it yourself. Linglong replied.

Xi Mengsheng said with a smile: "Ha, yes, I killed it myself." ”

Hate Qu has no intention that Xi Mengsheng can laugh, even Linglong feels surprised, because Xi Mengsheng can cry and shout, but he can't laugh, he has no heart.

Linglong also looked at the tombstone, looked at it for a while, and said, "If I don't do it, you will die in my hands." ”

"And now, who will I die in?" Xi Mengsheng naturally didn't think that the woman in front of him was for his good, if it was really for his good, and it would be so troublesome.

"Oh!" Without waiting for Linglong to answer, Xi Mengsheng seemed to have an understanding: "I know, I will die at the hands of your lover, and when we met for the first time, you deliberately aroused my killing intent with him." ”

"Yes, you will die at the hands of my Ye Xiao. Linglong didn't deny it, and replied directly.

After listening, Xi Mengsheng gently took out the Liu Bai killing sword, half black and half yellow, like a dead sword, he looked at the long sword in his hand and said, "Maybe, it will be him who dies." ”

"Then maybe you will have a chance for revenge. Linglong replied with a soft smile, and then said, "But you will never be able to kill him." ”

Xi Mengsheng asked, "Oh, why?"

Linglong replied, "Because, he has me." ”

"Haha....." Hearing this, Xi Mengsheng laughed, this is his voice, laughter is not like laughter, more like roaring, more like crying.

After laughing, he asked Mengsheng, "How did you know about this so-called fate?"

"A dream. Linglong replied.

"Dream?hahaha....." laughed again, and said in a dream: "I can't imagine that the reason for my life is just because of a dream." After that, Xi Mengsheng turned his head to look at Linglong and continued: "The story in the dream is that I killed your lover, and then you are killing me, right?"

"By the way, I did kill you. Linglong replied half a sentence first, then smiled lightly, and said, "But how can you kill my Ye Xiao alone, you and Xi Cangsheng joined forces to kill it." ”

"Then why did I and Xi Cangsheng kill him?" asked Xi Mengsheng.

"Because you have another friend, and that friend died and was killed by my Ye Xiao. Linglong didn't hide anything, everything was answered.

Xi Mengsheng asked again: "Who?"

"Last time, the boy who came to the red furnace to light the snow has died at your hands. "Linglong, answer again.

Hearing this answer, Xi Mengsheng looked at the Liu Bai Killing Sword in his hand again, and his thoughts returned to the stage that day, when the young man came with the Bai Sword, but died at the hands of his own Liu Jian.

Thinking about it, Xi Mengsheng may think that Linglong Jianzun's dream is true, and he will really have one more friend.

After a while, Xi Mengsheng said softly: "You are so cruel. ”

"You're not angry?" asked Linglong.

"Why be angry?" asked Xi Mengsheng rhetorically.

"Because the tragedy of your fate is caused by me, you should be angry with me. Linglong, replied.

"Hah...."Xi Mengsheng laughed again, then took back the sword and said, "Is it really fate? Your so-called fate is just that you love your lover too sickly. ”

"What did you say?" Linglong turned around, the sword was already in her hand, and she didn't expect that the anger was aroused first, and it was actually her, the hand behind the scenes.

Xi Mengsheng didn't make a sword, he continued: "Maybe you had a chance to get a glimpse of the future, but it's only a corner. But you love your lover too much, and a corner of the picture is imagined by you into countless stories, and even if you want to be good to him, you think of him in the story extremely miserable, so that you can be better to him. ”

Maybe that's the case, Linglong listened, and her heart suddenly calmed down, and she asked, "So, what do you want to say?"

"I think maybe I'm destined to die at the hands of your lover, but because you changed the trajectory you should have, he might die. After replying, Xi Mengsheng turned around and walked away, the matter had been asked, and he was leaving.

After walking a few steps, Xi Mengsheng suddenly turned around and asked, "Last question, how old were you when you had this dream?"

"Three years old. Linglong replied, and continued to pick her fire plums, because the wine was not enough, she had to make some quickly, or Ye Xiao would come back, and there would be no wine to drink.

"Hahaha....." Hearing this answer, Xi Mengsheng laughed again and again, the laughter was full of funny, mockery, and compassion for himself, and after laughing, he looked up to the sky and roared: "Sad." ”

I don't know if he is saying that he is pathetic, or that others are pathetic.

But it's really ridiculous, and if you knew that everything you have today is all because of a three-year-old child's dream, wouldn't you laugh?

From the moment when the red furnace lit the snow, to now leaving, Xi Mengsheng was not angry, maybe the spectator wanted him to be angry, hoped that he and Linglong Jianzun would fight to the death, and even Linglong felt that he should be angry.

But everyone underestimated the drama Mengsheng, especially the drama Mengsheng after Liu Bai killed the sword, what he was thinking, no one knew, what he wanted, no one knew, no one knew, how strong he was now, no one knew.

It seems that everyone has forgotten what the Liubai Killing Sword represents.

This sword represents the cry of the common people, and it is the strongest killing dao in the world.

The sword blade kills with a single edge, and the top of the martial arts is killed.

There is a lonely way to find a sword, and the dead cypress and cold willow persuade people to leave.

Everyone in the world is familiar with the ballad of Liu Bai killing the sword, but since ancient times, this sword has only appeared twice, once it is the blood of Dugu who is dyed with the blood of the common people, and the other time is the current drama Mengsheng.

Even in Linglong's dream, Xi Mengsheng did not get the Liu Bai Killing Sword.

The combination of a sword that can only kill, a person who loses everything, is probably one of the most terrible combinations in the world.