Chu Hanye's face was full of tears, heartbroken, his voice was choked and hoarse, and he kept calling the empty spirit woman, wake up, daughter-in-law, when you wake up, you don't find that you are holding air in your arms, nothing.

Has his poison already flareed up? Otherwise, according to his skill, it is impossible to be deceived and fall into grief, and he will not be able to see clearly that this is an illusion.

The flower of the netherworld blooms at the sight of blood. Does it really take blood to break through the level? This hallucinogenic aroma does not awaken the memories of past lives, but the deepest depression in the heart.

With so many flowers, even if a thousand people successfully reach this place, and a thousand people drain their blood, this flower may not bloom. As a result of illusions, they will only kill each other.

Di Qingsu untied the burden on his empty back and took out a piano. This piano was made by Chu Hanye to pass the time for her and made it with a horsetail in Storage Mountain. Before leaving, Sora carried it on his back and carried it with him.

The atmosphere of the whole space is becoming more and more dull, depressing, and hopeless.

Di Qingsu sat cross-legged, Hao Bai plucked the strings with his hands, and a song of Faye Wong's "Flowers on the Other Side" sounded ethereal.

"What I saw, extinguished, gone, remembered, I stood, the end of the cape, heard, the soil sprouted, waited, the epiphany bloomed again.

Leave the fragrance and richness to the years, the other side, there is no lighthouse, I still, looking, it is dark, my hair is white, clenched, I torch, he comes, I say to myself, I am not afraid, I love him very much.

Ya Xuan's "Flowers on the Other Side".

The flowers on the other side bloom on the other side, the flowers on the other side fall into the yellow spring, the flowers bloom and the leaves fall without meeting, and the mistakes of life and life will never be lost. The endless sorrow on the road of reincarnation, the desolation of the endless flow of the river on the other side, the fragrance of flowers on the other side wafts to your appearance, the flowers bloom for thousands of years, and I am willing to enjoy it alone.

That year, I broke the Meng Po soup, and left me in the Lechuan River for a thousand years to watch, not to see you walk across the bridge, and the reincarnation of the millennium flowers will look for you. I don't want to be a flower on the other side with you, I can't let go of the love in my previous life, and I spend the next life with you. I don't want to be a flower on the other side with you, I will wait for a thousand years to care, connive at the flowers to fall and miss each other, and wait for a thousand years for the leaves to fall......"

The song is blurry and enchanting, a heartache of despair, cruel but beautiful. It is helpless sorrow, sweet waiting and anticipation.

There is no waiting for the other side of the flower, even if the flower language will never meet, but when the flowers bloom and the leaves are born, they can recall the unforgettable love, even if there is no time to meet. But they have love in their hearts, and they live and watch in one place.

The thousand-year-old flowers bloom and wait for the thousand-year-old leaves to fall, endlessly, and the cycle will not stop, which will only make their love last through the ages. With love, miracles can be created, waiting for the day when the flowers and leaves will meet again.

The sound of the piano is empty and confused, telling of sadness and helplessness, and full of hopeful waiting, waiting for the moment when the flowers and leaves are born, and continuing to wait for the unchanging love for thousands of years.

Di Qing Su sang over and over again without stopping. The fingers that plucked the strings wore out, and the blood drifted into the air with the sound of the piano, resting on the buds.

"This song is so sad, and the hearts of those who listen to it are sour." The dark soul wiped away tears.

"No wonder others often say that lovers eventually become married, and lovers may not be able to be together." Dark Night scratches his head.

The three of Dark Owl, Dark Building, and Dark Soul looked at the dark night at the same time, and Tubaozi would say such elegant words.

"What happened to us?" Empty doubts, it feels like a dream, as if I have confessed to my master. Hollowly looking at Di Qingsu.

"My mind went blank, and then I heard the master's singing." Gu was busy rummaging through the gold sore medicine on his body, how long had the master been playing the piano, his fingers were broken and bleeding.

Emperor Qingsu is focused on the strings with internal force. She was gambling that the flower would bloom without being watered with blood. Manju Sawa, a pair of infatuated people who are in love, only sincere feelings can move them, and only love between heaven and earth can change everything.

"Look, the flower has a reaction." Gu Xiaoyun looked at the flowers on the other side in front of him. In the blink of an eye, the buds bloom in an instant, fiery and enchanting, blurry and fragrant, noble and affectionate.

"There will be a day when you meet, and there will be a day when you stay together. Because the way of heaven also has love. Di Qingsu collected the qin and threw it back to the air, grabbed Chu Hanye, who was still in a coma, and flew up, not forgetting to give himself his best wishes to Manzhu Shahua.

"Be careful, there's a sword formation." The dark owl flying in the front shouted and reminded, and the dark building in the dark night quickly protected the left and right sides of Emperor Qingsu, waving the weapon in his hand to block the rain of arrows that continued to shoot out of the wall. Under his feet is the magma that is tumbling and fluttering, and he can only borrow strength on the stone wall, and under the cover of the valley, he uses the dagger to leave marks on the stone wall as a support point for Di Qingsu to pass through.

A pregnant woman, still holding a man in a coma, and guarding against the sudden rain of arrows, Di Qingsu did not panic, the ring of ice dance was activated, and a ball of white light danced to protect Chu Hanye and himself.

The dark soul pulled out the barb left by the arrow feather on his arm, and his brow never wrinkled, compared to the princess, he was really a soft egg.

After a lot of tossing, I finally arrived at a safe place. Nine people sat on the ground and gasped, this sword mountain and sea of fire, and they were too aggrieved.