Yellow River.

You don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, you don't see it, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk.

Surrounded by a faint emerald green, the world in his memory is like a shadow, Feng Chen knows very well in his heart, although he doesn't know what happened, but if he wants to trace it, he must trace it from the past self, and then use the present me as a crowbar to find the answer in the future me.

Among them, it is necessary to pry open the record of the box and use the past self as the boundary in order to get a glimpse of one or two.

In the Black Blood Castle, the dusty black coat was windless, and he stood there calmly with his eyes closed, and the layers of transparent plane power around him were like raging beasts, tearing apart the entire banquet hall on the second floor.

So in the next second, Feng Chen heard the rushing water of the Yellow River, smelled a trace of moist riverbank air with a fishy smell, and a soft place under his feet, surrounded him by a vibrant world.

"The Yellow River ...... a hundred years ago" Feng Chen knew it after seeing the iconic building, but he didn't know why the memory could be traced back to the Yellow River, so he walked through the green grass, listened to the sound of the rapids hitting the riverbank, and walked towards the two-story building.

After pushing the door open, everything is the same, but all the furniture is hanging with a trace of dust, Feng Chen takes a deep breath and wants to blow away the dust, but this is originally a memory thing, a breath that can blow the Yellow River out of a counter-current breath can not blow away the dust at this moment.

"Squeak."

Feng Chen looked back, the door closed by itself, his face was calm, in the memory of the box, in the scope of the past me, the door of this room was originally closed, and the reason why it could be opened before, in the memory of the past me, this door can be opened.

But I can't get rid of the dust, because in my memory in the past, at this time, Su Yu has fallen into a deep sleep, so the dust can't be removed.

Not only that, but in the sight of the dust, the time of the whole room seemed to be accelerated in an instant, cracks appeared on the snow-white walls, the wall paint was mottled, the wooden tables were rotten, the floors became thin and brittle, the curtains were hung with thick dust, and the lock of the door was rusted to death.

At this time, Feng Chen's eyes were stunned, his eyes fixed on passing through the door, as if he noticed someone standing at the door, and then a familiar voice came.

"Presumably, it's already covered with dust, right?"

"Lu Li......" Feng Chen silently read the name, he wanted to open the door to see the appearance of the old man in a hundred years, but when he put his hand on the door, the power of the Trinity could not pry the door.

God is omnipotent, and it is a contradiction to let God create something that He is helpless to do, and it is like a dust now, and He cannot refute his own memory from the memory of his past self.

Feng Chen slammed his fist on the door, he took a deep breath, showed a wry smile, and then sat in the room against the door.

A hundred years later, ten years after he stepped into the Yellow River, Su Yu fell into eternal sleep, five years later, Lu Li appeared here, Feng Chen raised his head and leaned against the gate, he didn't know why Lu Li, who was supervised by 24 hours a day, appeared here, there must be something he didn't know here.

"Tell me...... Lu Li......" Feng Chen narrowed his eyes, and then his gaze appeared in a short trance, and he sighed.

"The past can't be recreated, but I'm still alive, Lu Li, I haven't seen ...... for fifteen years"

If Feng Chen could see all this, he would be able to see a man with a haggard figure, pale skin and a dull face standing in front of the door, Lu Li and his appearance after separation were very different, handsome and cheerful at the beginning, but now the rickety figure is only lifeless, and this has only been sixteen years.

As if he had discovered something, Lu Li walked to the center of the sea of flowers, leaned down and used his hands to hook up the dewdrops stuck to the black and red flowers, and then staggered to his feet, looking extremely weak, as if it took a lot of strength to stand up.

Then, he walked to the river, and his brown and yellowish eyes seemed to be a little cloudy.

"Dust, I know you're here." Lu Li lowered his head, he held his legs and sat on the cold river bank, and then thought of something, showing a smile of farewell reunion.

Two old friends who are not in the same world start a dialogue that transcends time and space.

"I'm here." Feng Chen listened to the words that accompanied the sound of the waves of the Yellow River, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile of farewell reunion, but in the next second, Lu Li's voice was full of bitter hatred and sadness, which made Feng Chen's smile freeze at the corners of his mouth.

"Seal the dust, the cold dye is dead, I talked a lot with the abyss, and time is running out."

"Cold Dyeing Battle Death ......" Feng Chen's eyes flashed a trace of paleness, a hundred years, everyone has their own way to go, no one can replace it, in this regard, Feng Chen can only sigh, squeeze out a smile, and staring at the black and yellow ceiling.

"I know you're in a strange situation, I can't guess, maybe you're solving your long-standing problems, but time is really running out."

Outside the door, there was a sound of heavy sobbing on the riverbank.

"Five years, five years at most, I can still hold on, and when the time comes, I will give you a big gift, take it, and help me do something."

"People often say that the overall situation is important, but the overall situation is not as important as hers, seal the dust, I am willing to stand in the dark forever for human beings, but the cold things make me chill......"

After that, there was a blank silence, and Lu Li's voice came again.

"I believe you...... ...... won't forget"

"...... you won't forget"

Lu Li staggered to his feet, his figure walked into the distance, the dust in the room closed his eyes, he took a deep breath, and said calmly with trembling:

"Memory Jump, Time: Five Years."

Life is like a movie, the years are a silent interlude in it, the house becomes more dilapidated, when Feng Chen's eyes open, what comes into view is the completely peeled wall skin, the cobwebs in the corners, the broken floor covered with a thick layer of dust, and in the midst of it, there is the rotten air that makes people breathe dullly.

"Twenty years."

Feng Chen's voice carries the vicissitudes of life, at this time he should still be in the mud, but in this memory, he is still in the house, if there is no trinity, he will replace his past self in memory, under the trinity, the past, present, and future are separated and closely relied on, and he can only represent the future now.

The surging water of the Yellow River was still in his ears, and there was a hint of other sound at this time.

It was raining heavily, and the air was extremely humid and cold because of the heavy rain.

A heavy wheezing sound rang out from outside the door, followed by a distant cough, as if to cough out the lungs. An old voice came from outside the door again.

"Ahem...... Seal the dust, you haven't woken up yet......"

Inside the door, Feng Chen, said in a low voice: "I can wait for you here for another hundred years, Lu Li, but you can't survive a hundred years......" Feng Chen heard extreme weakness and old age from this voice, and at the same time a familiar breath, it seemed that he was standing outside the door, and Feng Chen knew what it was.

One of the four major boxes, the Fantasy Box.

“…… People are old, the slightest cold is fatal, and this breeze blowing on the riverbank looks like an enemy......" Lu Li coughed violently, but his eyes changed from cloudy to brighter.

Feng Chen sighed, and then only heard this voice farther and farther away, Feng Chen suddenly felt a sour nose at this time, Lu Li came here with great difficulty, I don't know how much it cost me, but every time I stood by the river and said a few words to myself.

Persistence, pain, already sad and desperate determination.

Feng Chen's hand stretched out, the triangular fantasy thing floated in the palm of his hand, his eyes were deep and sad, he heard the distant shouts and the roaring of cars, and the sound of countless propellers in the sky, Feng Chen now understood why the box was in his hand, and the doubts in his heart finally came to an end.

"Lu Li, this fantasy box, I sealed the dust and received the ......"

At this time, the sound from the riverbank coughed heavily, Feng Chen in the door stared at the fantasy thing in his hand, accompanied by the sound of scolding and shooting, Feng Chen stood up, his eyes were full of infinite depth and sadness, he turned his head to look in the direction of the door, Lu Li on the river bank was also attracted by the sound behind him, he looked back at the army that was chasing him, but that gaze only fell on the army for a moment, and then placed it in the house.

Lu Li said with a relieved smile:

"Between the White Emperor and the Clouds,"

"Thousands of miles of Gangneung will be returned in one day,"

"The sound of apes on both sides of the strait is endless,"

"Light Boat ......"

The sound of gunfire knocked him to the ground, and the flickering candle flame dissipated on the riverbank with a cold, lonely gasp.

"Eventually...... Manju Mountain ......"

The dust in the room was choked with tears, and his closed mouth slowly spit out Lu Li's last words, taking the fantasy into his body, and the figure dissipated in place.

……

Su Yu and Yan Wei were standing outside the door of the banquet hall on the second floor, Yan Wei looked at Feng Chen's eyes and two lines of tears slipped out of the corners of her eyes, a sadness permeated the surroundings, she didn't know why, she also felt a trace of sadness.

Su Yu's eyes were slightly red, and she said silently in her heart: "After all, does it still go back to the past?" ”

A hundred years, a hundred years of scars.

At this time, the power of the plane slowly dissipated, Feng Chen opened his eyes, and there were no waves in the ancient well, and he looked sideways at the night and flashed a trace of amazement, muttering to himself:

"If this is cold dyeing and your long-cherished wish for a hundred years, I will help you through the ......"

"What are you done?" Su Yu walked towards Feng Chen with slender legs, "We are ready to go, the Black Blood City has been swept away by us, there are a lot of treasures here, and the Dog Whistle Tavern needs to be rebuilt, a bunch of things are waiting for us......" Su Yu said with a hint of unnaturalness on his face, and a trace of pleading appeared in his eyes.

Feng Chen looked at Su Yu silently, and suddenly smiled: "You won't lie in front of me." ”

Su Yu was silent, she turned her head and her face flashed a trace of reluctance, Yan Wei looked at the two of them in confusion, she didn't know what they said at all, but she still listened carefully.

After a little silence, Su Yu looked at Feng Chen with a serious face and said, "Since you have decided, I won't say much, if you die, I will also die, don't drag me down." ”

Feng Chen looked at Su Yu with a smile, nodded, handed a fixed-point teleportation scroll to Su Yu, and instructed, "Pay attention to safety." ”

Su Yu snatched the scroll from Feng Chen's hand with a hint of anger, raised his head and said coldly to Yan Wei, "Let's go!" However, before he could take two steps, Su Yu stopped, revealing a delicate side face, the earrings under the white and pink earlobes shone with a touch of blood, and said with charming eyes: "Feng Chen, if you don't come, this is a banquet, now, at the end of this, do you want to dance?" ”

"Okay." Feng Chen smiled extremely happily.

Yan Wei on the side was completely messy this time, she looked at the disgusting broken corpse on the side, the air was the smell of blood that could not be dissolved, how could it not be seen like a place to dance.

Feng Chen supported Su Yu's light waist, sniffed the body fragrance on her body, sensed the encompassing of the entire Black Blood City, and sighed lightly.

"Dancing with You ......"

Su Yu looked at Feng Chen with fascination, revealing a faint smile.

"Dancing with you, dust."