Since Su Yu woke up, the original downpour has become much weaker, but it is still flowing non-stop, sealing the dust to support an invisible transparent barrier, now Su Yu is only wearing a white long dress, jade arms and long legs, small and barefoot, most of the delicate body is exposed to the rain, this desert night is extremely cold, Feng Chen is a little worried that this guy's body can't stand it.

"For a hundred years, I locked myself in the Yellow River, evolved madly 3.2 billion times, and finally broke the shackles and broke free from the shackles of life, when I was silent in the mud, I knew that you used the Night Glove to fall into a deep sleep, and when I finished it all, I came out and knew that it had been a hundred years."

"The Yellow River has been diverted, spring has gone to summer, and it has become a desert."

"Su Yu, do you understand now?"

"Su Yu?" Feng Chen saw Su Yu on the other side showing a hint of cunning, and then he realized that this guy was pretending just now, purely venting his dissatisfaction. He rolled his eyes, and a faint voice came from the other side.

"Seal the dust, is this all what you do?" Su Yu lowered her head slightly, looking at the earth with a trace of gentle sadness and loneliness, and the next second she looked at Feng Chen with a bright smile, and said softly.

Feng Chen keenly caught Su Yu's fleeting gaze, he scratched his head, walked to Su Yu's side, and even if he was speechless with a thousand words in his chest, he said seriously with a smile: "Sorry for worrying you, Su Yu." ”

Su Yu looked at this guy who had been waiting for her for a hundred years in front of her, her dark purple pupils were like thousands of stars, and tears gradually overflowed, and she couldn't forget that night.

I saw with my own eyes that Feng Chen cut open his chest and dug out his heart.

I heard with my own ears the humble fury of the dust under the black clouds, and the madness of the engraved soul under the wind and rain.

I can feel the despair and struggle on Feng Chen's body, and I can understand and empathize with it.

It's empathy.

In the years that followed, Feng Chen had been in the whirlpool of self-consciousness destruction and struggle, until he was sober and walked towards a dead end without hesitation, in fact, he really wanted to stop him and persuade him, out of selfishness, out of selfishness, but after all, he watched him go to the Yellow River.

Like a cold winter night, the surviving ants are dying step by step.

Su Yu didn't stop it, Feng Chen, who was in that state, rejected all the goodness, and all he could give was this bonfire that belonged to him, it was cold, and he took his bonfire to those who were about to go out, which was the greatest tenderness.

And the price is that if that person forgets this bonfire, he can only sleep in the dead world forever, completely lost in this ice and snow.

"Lord Fengchen, Su Yu is back." Su Yu said lightly, she wrapped her hands around Feng Chen, her head was on the side of her right chest, Feng Chen suddenly felt a gentle and silent smile in her heart, this guy was resisting the heart in his body now, the heart of a real angel.

"Hey, Dust, where is that abominable angel now?"

"Abyss, Fall." Feng Chen raised his head to look at the rain that was gradually stopping, and the air was filled with the smell of rebirth.

"Are you going to save her?" Su Yu frowned slightly and said, she frowned slightly, that angel will die in the abyss, never come out!

"When I get to the place where the moon sets, that's when I pull her back from hell."

"Okay," Su Yu let go of her hands, her dark purple pupils showed her displeasure, and she turned her head and said teasingly: "No matter how humble a knight is, he longs to die under his beloved girl's skirt one day, seal the dust, you are much more oily now than a hundred years ago, and your mouth will talk too much, why don't you test it for you?" At this time, the side head, the snow-white neck as elegant as a swan with elegance, the white skirt on the skin like milk curdled fat seems to be a little eye-catching, the exquisite collarbone is full of exquisite beauty, coupled with her fading youth and succubus's mature temperament, the two intersect, there is a deadly magic.

And her eyes are like silk, her small and flexible tongue purses her lips, she raises her eyebrows slightly, and she has a provocative look, which is the poison that has changed from magic to deadly.

In just a moment, Su Yu returned to her past, she turned her back to Feng Chen, and said lightly:

"Also, my hair is long, help me cut it short, I want to look like a hundred years ago."

Feng Chen has a toothache, what does it mean that "no matter how humble a knight is, he longs to die under the skirt of his beloved girl one day?" ”？ Shouldn't it be "even the most humble knight longs for a day with a silver spear and an iron horse to defend his beloved girl to the death?" "How can this serious word come out of this guy's mouth with a different taste? Feng Chen looked at Su Yu's back and suddenly had an evil thought, cough, evil thought, he silently glanced at the fragments of the boulder around him.

"Why don't you get stunned, throw it back, and let you fall asleep?"

Su Yu urged again, Feng Chen made a knife with his hand, and concentrated on helping Su Yu take care of the dark purple hair that hung down his waist like a waterfall, and then he found that Su Yu, who had shoulder-length short hair, seemed to be even more charming, just like when he first met her.

"The Night Gauntlet is for you." Su Yu, who had finished taking care of his hair, handed a black glove to Feng Chen, and looked at Feng Chen's careful look at the black glove, Su Yu glanced at Feng Chen.

The Dark Night Glove, one of the three major dividers that formed the Eternal Night Divine Crown, the original eighth-level bloodline props, in the past hundred years, would drop a prop rating every time it was used, and now it has fallen to the first level, and all functions cannot be used, but the symbolic meaning of this glove in the eyes of the dust is undoubtedly greater than the actual significance, seeing that the immortal gem on it is already full of cracks, he carefully put it away, for fear that one will accidentally be broken.

"Hmph." Su Yu snorted twice, she looked at the surrounding environment, a hundred years later, this place has become a desert, she hesitated and said: "Seal the dust, here is ......"

The vigorous vitality was in stark contrast to the dead yellow outside, and Feng Chen was silent for a moment and said: "These flowers and plants only have one life, I use the power of the plane to stimulate their life, and in another hour, they will decay and wither." ”

Su Yu looked at this place deeply, where their time was recorded, and Feng Chen comforted: "Let's go, let's let them walk quietly here." ”

"What about us?" Su Yu looked at Feng Chen, with a hint of anticipation.

Feng Chen remembered that when he had just submerged under the Yellow River, Su Yu whispered to himself.

"Dust Sealing...... I'll wait for you...... Even if the river runs dry......"

Now, this section of the Yellow River has dried up.

So, Feng Chen walked to Su Yu's side and said from the bottom of his heart:

"These thousands of rivers and mountains, if you want, I will accompany you all over the ......"

At night, the desert stars are sparse, the two disappeared side by side in the far part of the desert, leaving a series of footprints, an hour later, the grass here is yellow, the pavilion becomes dilapidated, everything returns to the years, the hundred meters of yellow sand slowly filled the ravine, until a cold wind blows, here becomes the same as usual, but the color of the sand is a little deep, and after a while, the yellow sand here is exactly the same as other areas, and it is not special at all.

Maybe in the next hundred years, or two hundred years later, or even the collapse of the federal civilization, etc., one day, it may be excavated by other people or new civilizations again, and the scratches on the boulder may be evidence of the existence of prehistoric civilizations, however, all of this has nothing to do with Su Yu's sealing of the dust, and no one will know that in the long years, a human being struggled here for a hundred years to break the shackles, and a woman is willing to sleep here forever in order to wait.

Again, that's the same sentence.

The yellow sand can cover up the flowers of the past, but it can't hide the long river trajectory of the years, let alone the story of the broken walls.

And this is something that only those who have experienced can understand.

What is the real sand does not linger, the wind does not melt.