Then, he secretly smiled bitterly, how could he be so stupid! I can't think of such a simple question. This time the green night is not a person to hide in the void, but with Bai Wei, Xue Qiantu and a cadre of family members, and even those little goblins who come to worship, of course, it is not so easy, naturally it will take time.

With another long sigh, he sat down on the jade floor, looking around the huge empty room blankly. The small broken wooden bed was still crooked in the corner against the wall, because it had been uninhabited for so long, and the bedding had been covered with a light layer of dust. The past was once again vivid, and Du Yuanyuan's intuition was a little sour.

He really regretted it, he knew that he would never leave first on that day.

Knowing this, he wouldn't have said any powerful vows full of pride at the beginning.

And is all this really just the reason for him alone?

It goes without saying that the nine days of enthronement is also the wish of Qingye's life. In other words, his thoughts were even stronger than Du Yuanyuan. So, there was a confusing scene.

The sky was completely dark, and the Qingwang Mansion was as dark as ink.

The old butler with the snake's head on crutches also disappeared with the wind, and there was no more lamp bearer.

I don't know how long he sat on the cold ground, Xiao Du slowly stood up, walked to the table, flicked his fingertips, lit the candle on it, and suddenly, the dark space was lit up by the candle flame in a corner area, swaying.

He stood in front of the candle flame in a daze, staring at the fire in a daze, until he felt his eyes ache, and then he blew out the candle as if he had come to his senses, and walked out.

Lonely. The loneliness of the night spreads out from the depths of the soul like a vine, and the loneliness erodes the bones.

He had never felt so lonely in this world.

The wind blew by, adding to the emptiness.

There is no point in staying here for a long time, Du Yuan left the Qingwang Mansion and returned to the outside world, and the void mark that was torn open by him was still suspended in mid-air, and a corner of the mansion could be seen from the gap. He didn't know how to close, and walked forward in a daze, so to speak, aimlessly.

As he walked, he came to the shore of the lake that had taken him to the night before he left.

The water of the lake is clear and turquoise, and it seems to be connected with the stars in the sky, but there is no reflection.

The three mountain peaks are majestic and continuous, like a dragon lying down.

Jumping from the edge of the cliff, he stopped on the shore of the lake and gazed at the unwavering water for a long time.

I was anxious and hopeless. Sometimes, he realizes that he really isn't strong enough.

Then, he crouched down and gently brushed the surface of the water with his fingers, stirring up a few ripples and swinging them one after another.

What kind of world is there under the water?

Dark? Cold? It's still like a dream.

Du Yuanyuan found that his energy was already very unfocused, and he began to think crankily.

At last he sat down by the lake, feeling extremely exhausted, and then he fell asleep on the shore. When he woke up, it was already dawn, and there was a heavy fog around him, and his clothes were stained with morning dew, which was a little wet. It's still silent. In his dreams, he even fantasized that when he woke up, Qingye would appear in front of him, staring at him with that cold and provocative gaze.

When you open your eyes, you can see nothing but lakes and mountains.

With a feeling of loss and emptiness, Du Yuanyuan had no choice but to return to the Heavenly Palace.

There is nothing to say here, after returning to the Nine Heavens, he is also soulless all day long, thinking about the question of where the green night is hidden every day, the army drills as always, the left and right generals are full of energy, and from time, Donghua Shenjun will come to him to ask for a cup of tea and say some nonsense that does not look for margins.

It seems that Mo Qingye has disappeared from this world, and there is no news.

That's fine, Du Yuanyuan finally comforted himself, so that he could avoid this catastrophe.

He believed that one day, the night would reappear. After comforting himself a few times, he felt that his mood seemed to be much brighter, so he waited with peace of mind. The blue night does not appear in the world, and the so-called future battle naturally cannot be fought. After thinking about it, he finally felt that he couldn't tell anyone about this matter, and he was relieved that the Emperor of Heaven had not summoned him again during this time, and he had the illusion that it would be over.

Du Yuanyuan lived like a year in this kind of confusing situation, and in the end, he simply played chess with Donghua all day to pass the time. This day was no different from usual, Donghua Shenjun came to the door early in person, and also brought the famous tea paid tribute by foreign territories, and asked Du to share it remotely. Xiao Du took the tea and muttered in his heart, how idle this old guy is, before he came, was he so lonely that he counted the stars.

The two set up the chessboard as usual, sipping tea and playing against each other. At this moment, the guard came to report that there was a letter from Du Yuanyuan.

He was stunned, raised his head from the chessboard, stretched out his hand and said, "Show it to me." ”

"Yes." The guard respectfully handed the letter with both hands and withdrew. Du Yuanyuan glanced at Donghua and found that he was also staring at the envelope intently, and immediately smiled and said, "Brother Donghua, it's your turn." ”

"Oh, oh." Donghua came back to his senses in astonishment, realized his gaffe, and pretended to frown, "Brother Du's chess move is so skillful, I don't know how to make a move for a while." ”

Du Yuanyuan smiled and quickly stuffed the letter into his shirt, pretending that nothing had happened and continued to play chess with Donghua, but his heart was beating secretly, could it be a letter written by Qingye, he was guessing on the one hand, and ecstatic in his heart on the other. So he couldn't sit on the stool a little, and he looked at the old guy Donghua and hurried away.

Donghua Shenjun is also a very eye-catching, and he naturally understands it in his heart, so he stood up halfway through the chess game and said, "I just remembered that there are still some miscellaneous things in the house that have not been dealt with, and this game of chess will fall here, and you and I will play again tomorrow." ”

"It's okay or not, since Brother Donghua is busy, let's continue tomorrow." Du Yuanyuan stood up with a haha, sent Donghua to the door, and then ran back to the room with a smoke, locked the door tightly, and closed the curtains again, the light dimmed, but it was okay to read the letter. Sitting in the chair, his heart was pounding, I don't know if it was a letter from the night, and I didn't know what he would say in the letter, and the uneasiness made his fingers tremble a little when he tore the envelope, which was a blank envelope, white as snow, and he tore open the top one in two clicks, revealing a small corner of the letter inside. He spread out the folded letter inch by inch, smoothed it, and a line of flowing and vigorous handwriting came into view. Du Yuanyuan glanced at it and read the entire letter, because this is just one sentence.

Then, he was stupid, and the letter slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.