In the lonely room, the distant and long story finally came to an end.

Seven hundred years ago, an ignorant and naïve teenager died in the arms of a cruel and indifferent man.

Seven hundred years later, in the virtual screen, a person who acts freely and uninhibitedly, is the most maverick, and has left countless legends for this world, and passes away with a smile in front of a person's eyes.

finally read the whole story, but Ah Han was so tired that he didn't have the strength to think.

There was a dark silence in the room, as if the whole world had fallen silent.

He just lay there in a daze, and for a long, long time, his mind was just blank.

The man had treated him very well. The man turned out to be ...... Ken so for him.

But so what......

There's no going back for him.

Animals that were frozen to death in the ice and snow were not brought back to life if the weather warmed up. On the contrary, it is the original, and the corpse that looks barely intact will decay into mud with the arrival of spring, and even the shape of the life can no longer be found.

If Han, who has only been through one life, can see all this, perhaps, his mood will change greatly, and maybe he will have a lot of understanding of people and things.

Even if he has gone through seven lifetimes, but has not yet hated all sentient beings, if he sees all this, he may have more courage to love, to face, to work hard, to persevere.

However, now, the person who saw all this was Han, who was already as cold as ice and lonely as snow.

Seven hundred years ago, perseverance and reluctance. Seven hundred years ago, remembered and remembered, too far away, too far away to touch, too far to recall.

Why do you have to face things that have passed away forever? If you've missed it forever, why bother.

The truth is just that the Han of the year can never be changed back.

He didn't know why he was watching, why he was bothering himself. Why is it so easy to be cold-hearted and cold-eyed. But suddenly I want to turn back and know those stories that are deeply meaningful.

No matter how much you see, apart from increasing your troubles, in addition to adding more suffering, in addition to giving him more contradictions, pain and suffering, what else can it bring?

Di Fei ......

His master, the man who had borne him and forsaken him and hurt him, but who remembered him with all his life and sacrificed him with his life, has been dead for seven hundred years......

And now. The living......

Seven-colored light bloomed from above again, and the originally dark and quiet room was full of illusions, and all the scenes appeared.

Ah Han was stunned, his already pale face. It's even more miserable.

In the picture above, he is naked and bound and injured, and the man, standing outside the door, looks cold. Indifferently looked at each other.

There was no trace of emotion in the man's eyes, no warmth, and he ...... He himself looked at the man's gaze, but it was a stormy wave, a shock, as if several lifetimes and several catastrophes, all the most intense emotions had been poured out at this moment.

Han felt all over his body. Everywhere was cold and chilling, and he slowly shivered, and his teeth began to rattle.

Why, why, why......

Why, I saw it all seven hundred years ago. The true feelings that hurt people. He still wants to see the story seven hundred years later?

Why, Fang Qingchen wanted what he knew. What is it?

If Di Fei seven hundred years ago, after indifferently saying to Bai Jinghong that he can't blame you, he chose to break off his righteousness and drift away, then, seven hundred years later, what will be behind Di Jiu's ruthlessness and cruelty, ruthlessness and viciousness?

Han, who had always admitted that he was stupid and clumsy, was surprisingly sharp at this time, and after a short moment, thousands of thoughts were chaotic in his heart, however, he had no expectation, no desire, his hands involuntarily grasped the sheets under him, he just opened his eyes blankly, and looked at the screen above him almost with some fear.

This world, no matter how dark and cruel, should always have a little light, some beauty. That used to be the thing that Ah Han had been working so hard and hard all the time, wanting to protect himself and wanting to keep for that person, but now, it is what Ah Han is most afraid of, dislikes, and doesn't want to see.

However, no matter what his wishes, those truths were revealed little by little.

When he hated him, the man indifferently abandoned him, and then frantically urged his internal forces to try to heal his wounds.

As he struggled desperately, the man went mad, but calmly slapped himself into a serious injury, pulling back his body and mind from sinking.

When he was full of death and murderous intentions, the man dragged a serious wound, but his waist was straight, his face was calm, and he came to him again in an incredible way.

The man's sword ...... as he looked at him indifferently for the last time he looked at him, and indifferently severed his last connection with this world. Unsheathed......

Yaksha's sword stabbed straight into the man's body from behind, and the man's eyebrows slammed back without moving, and the sound of the blade grinding against the flesh and bone made the man's teeth cold and his heart cold.

Han watched, watched, and a cold emanated from his whole body from his bone marrow, making him tremble and tremble incessantly.

He watched as the man indifferently said those words that were far away, indifferently clearing all obstacles in front of him.

He saw that the man had a sword on his body, and had to kneel straight beside him in order to pick him up.

The person who killed so indifferently said in his ear very lightly: "Han, I'll send you home......"

He led him all the way to the conflict, he took him all the way to the gallop. His blood dripped down and was endless.

It is the rain of blood, the sea of fire, the road forged with life and blood.

Han stared blankly, looking at ...... Looking at this paragraph, he couldn't imagine the truth at all.

Di Jiu would fight so hard and so hard for Han?

Is it all a myth, a joke, a hallucination, or a dream!

However, all this, bit by bit, is so real, so real that it is beyond doubt.

Han didn't even remember that he should be moved, that he should be sad and upset that he had misunderstood and resented. It's just that the cold and cold feeling in his heart is getting thicker and thicker, thicker and thicker, so thick that it almost freezes his flesh and blood, and all his spirit.

That man...... I'm going to die...... Di Jiu...... He's going to die......

Han knew that Di Jiu was going to die.

Nonsense divider-

Secretary Brown: Right to the finger, today Nalan asked me how much manuscript I had left, and I couldn't help but want to say five days less to put some pressure on her, but in the end I was very depressed and told her truthfully that she could last for 12 days at most, and at most she could recuperate for half a month, and then she would have to break the update if she didn't have a manuscript. She said that now her family is very strict, so she can't use the computer to write essays, so she can only wait a few days to discuss. Let her go to confinement with peace of mind first.

Then convey Nalan's apologies: At this stage, there are few updates, so it's best to slaughter them every two or three days......

Finally, I took the time to clarify some of my doubts about myself: I am a woman! So I am absolutely impossible to be Nalan's husband...... Sweat. In fact, Nalan and I don't know each other at all in life, we have never met, and our home addresses are half a world apart, but we have been hooking up through Wen for almost two years. Hehe, what other questions do you have?