Autumn rains flood summer sunlight

Drowning in extravagant dreams

Flowers rot in the rain

Rotting into the last craving

People fight each other for God's prayers, for rights, and for ideals

With the last breath of breath

Buried in the earth's crust,

Turned to dust,

Flying, forgetting.

The vast sky calmly maintained an icy appearance, and watched the change of the seasons in the world with calm eyes. The distant mountains blurred into a halo, and the fragrant trees rustled in the distance. Under the tree. An innocent-looking little boy sat on an ordinary wooden chair and looked curiously at the sky of Arteste with bright eyes, his round and cute little face was ruddy and shiny.

As if there was no sorrow,

It's like there's only happiness.

The little boy lived with his father in a grass hut on the edge of Atlante, and he always liked to sit in front of the little grass hut and look up at the sky like he wanted to stare at the flowers. The little boy always liked to wear a gray cotton shirt with a black belt, and his blue-black black hair fell from the back of the chair, and his suddenly fair and lovely face was even more endearing.

"Daddy, the fruit of the Fanghua tree ripened again last night. Look!"

"Dad, why are you chopping wood again?"

In this barren Atlantic borderland, sparsely populated, the life of the little boy and his father is extremely simple and happy, simple happiness wraps the little boy's immature heart without any gaps, immersed in the fairy tale happy days and grows up day by day.

That night, the darkness of the night obscured the moon, which was as bright as water.

The night is like water

Surge forward

Suddenly, it poured rain from the inky sky, like a huge impermeable black cloth falling from the sky, overwhelming people's breath. The wind and lightning howling are more like ghosts coming out of the gates of hell in the middle of the night, bewitching and terrifying, making people feel fear and panic in their hearts.

The little boy was awakened by the thunder and lightning, tossing and turning and unable to fall asleep, and the flashing thunder and lightning and swaying branches outside the window were like evil spirits lingering outside the house, and he shrunk his neck and leaned closer to his father.

The abnormal warmth made the little boy realize that something was wrong with his father behind him. My father has always been very shallow in sleeping, and he will wake up vigilantly when there is some movement, and if it is a thunderstorm on weekdays, my father will also comfort him and fall asleep peacefully!

The little boy stretched out his little hand and gently brushed his father's handsome forehead, the scorching heat burned his little hand, and he reflexively withdrew his hand sharply, looking at his father worriedly. Now he has long been burned unconscious.

"Daddy?!" the little boy's immature voice was anxious, and the immature little hand pushed the sick and hot father next to him, and suddenly he didn't know what to do.

The barren and vast frontier of Artiste was inhabited only by a young boy and his father, and there was no one else nearby, let alone a doctor, so it was impossible for him to help his father alone. In the current situation, if it can't be cured... How's that to be?

The little boy suddenly thought about what he had told himself when he went up the mountain with his father to collect medicine, there was a kind of blood bone grass on the mountain, and its leaves could cure all kinds of poisons in the world, if he picked the blood bone grass, would his father be saved? Now he only roughly knew the vague appearance of the herb, touching his father's forehead that was getting hotter and hotter, the boy frowned, braved the heavy rain in the middle of the night, and walked towards the mountain with an umbrella.

Outside, the wind was howling, the thunder was flashing, the thunder and the wind roared mercilessly, like a ghost appearing in the darkness raging mercilessly, and there was no sign of stopping. The rainy road in the middle of the night was extremely difficult to walk, and the slippery mud made the boy who had been stumbling and bumping not knowing how many times he had fallen, and his body was already wet and dirty. But what is this pain compared to the things his father did for him?

A ghostly whistling sound fluttered, and the little boy trembled helplessly as he looked at the darkness and hollow around him. The cry rose again, and the life-seeking female ghost floated around invisibly, as if she wanted to stand in front of you with a bloody smile the moment you stopped.

The thorn grass scratched the boy's skin, oozing a trace of new crimson blood, but he didn't know it, the wind and rain were strong, but his face was extremely firm, and his eyes had an momentum that he hadn't seen before. The endless wind swayed with the branches, like countless evil spirits in the darkness trying to open the bloodthirsty blood basin and swallow everything, and the indifferent eyes looked at the world, ignoring the scars on the child's body.

He crawled hard, ignoring the darkness in front of him, ignoring the scars of the past, and ignoring the blood and tears in his heart.

And the blood bone grass grows on the top of this mountain, and it has been repeated for hundreds of years and experienced wind and rain, and it is deeply rooted all over the mountain. Its leaves are extremely thin and long, and the flowers are full of strange poisons and fragrances, but its leaves can cure all kinds of poisons in the world, so as long as you find the blood bone grass, you can cure your father! The little boy thought, in addition to the trembling of his body, his eyes showed a more determined look than just now, a wave of power erupted from his chest, stretched out his bloody hand, and the rain washed the scratches on the back of his hand and palm, like a vivid farewell, and there was no turning back.

He wants to save his father, even if he has to bear the great suffering, as long as he saves his father, nothing else matters.

The rain was flooding in front of me, and the bits and pieces of the past and my father came to mind, and the strong sense of happiness diluted the fear of the darkness in front of me, and the corners of a pair of dark eyes, I don't know whether it was tears or rain, flashed with endless glass in the night.

The little boy was drenched in rain and sweat all the way, the blood from the wound on his arm scratched by the thorn grass mixed with the cold rain dripping down, the continuous climbing made him a little physically exhausted, and the weak body was now tired and hungry, but he only climbed halfway up the mountain, he looked up at the high top of the mountain that towered into the sky, he suddenly clenched his fists, then took a deep breath, and continued to climb up.

The sharp stones on the mountainside cut the boy's little hand, mixed with the damp muddy mud to hide the originally small and lovely hand, I don't know whether to hide the wound or the pain.

The rain was still falling in the night, and the little man wanted him to stop this hustle and bustle as soon as possible, but the sky of Artiste was so unforgiving, it seemed that he had not heard his prayers, and it was still falling this cold rain, dripping with love and hate in this world. The surging rain washed over this uninhabited land, and the condescending people looked at the people who were as humble and powerless as ants, laughing uncontrollably in the sky, declaring its power to call the wind and rain and be proud of the world.

Suddenly, the stone was slippery and mixed with muddy water, so that the boy's hand did not grasp the solid stone steadily, accompanied by the boy's cry for help in fear and helplessness, and finally still fell, "bang", fell halfway to a tree trunk, the boy clung to the tree trunk tightly, as if grasping a life-saving straw, his fingers became pale because of excessive force, he desperately tried to climb up, and then tried to grasp the stone of the rock wall. With a "click", the small trunk of the tree had broken open, and now the barren night fell to the ground with frightened and tired eyes.

Lying quietly on the ground in the deserted night, he was in pain, drenched in blood, blood gushed out wantonly from the wound, let the cold and merciless rain hit his body, wet the wound, he was in pain and weak, the rain, sweat and blood were mixed together, and he didn't know who was blood and who was water in the dark. The pain of tearing all over the body is like countless bloodthirsty ants gnawing on the skin on the body, is there a more painful feeling in this world?

"Original...... No one can fight for me. The little boy was crying in despair, talking to himself weakly, his numb arms and legs were lying on the ground weakly, his heart was cold, he thought that he must get up, no one could help him.

He struggled to grasp the cold and hard stone of the mountain with one hand, and struggled to support his body to get up again, he couldn't give up, he couldn't!

The little boy gritted his teeth, the muddy and dirty stone and scarlet blood already made him look extremely hideous and terrifying, like a soulless ghost crawling out of hell, afraid of desolation.

At this moment, in the dark night rain, a person wearing black clothes flashed, the black clothes blended into the night, and only the wind blew the sound of "popping" at the corners of the clothes. Suddenly, he grabbed the boy's scarred little hand, and with a "whoosh", the black man jumped to the top of the hill with the little boy in a flying spot. And the boy was so frightened by everything that he didn't dare to move, and the powerful aura of this man made him breathless.

The boy's heart was extremely awe-struck and fearful, and on the night of the thunderstorm, lightning flashed, and the man in black in front of him was like the ruler of hell, and now on the top of this high mountain, he looked at him with a calm face, and did not say a word. Turn around and go pluck the Bloody Bone Grass!

The root system of the blood bone grass stretched on the mountain, only to see the black light of the black man's palm flashed, and cracks appeared in the huge and hard mountain, and the momentum of destruction spread down, flashing in the dark cracks The dazzling brilliance of the blood bone grass accumulated for a hundred years flashed, and the light illuminated the dark night.

The man in black delicately picked up the blood bone grass, which was wet from the rain in his hand, and he handed it to the slightly flustered little boy with a very expressionless face.

At this moment, the tall and long mountain suddenly collapsed, the rain mixed with the slide, and the muddy rolling stones fell down to the foot of the mountain. The man in black silently hugged the barren night, and with a flash of his body, he took him back to the grass hut.

The high mountain suddenly collapsed, and the tumbling of the rockflow in the dark night was particularly strange.

The rolling muddy water fell down the mountain along the mountain with a huge stone flow, and the small grass hut at the bottom of the mountain could not support the brave impact of the mudslide, and it was razed to the ground in the blink of an eye.

The night was too ruthless, so ruthless that it took away the most important person of this child, but it did not take away the grief and helplessness in his heart, and the rain was wet and heavier.

The little boy was stunned, helplessly looking at the familiar and unfamiliar scene in front of him, the small grass hut was long gone. Tears unconsciously gushed out of his wet red eyes, mixed with the cold rain of indifference and ruthlessness, and sinfully wanted to wipe out the grief in the little boy's heart. Crying with grief and indignation, his eyes were out of control, and he was full of grief.

In the first second, sadness and despair fell like a flood in the sky, mercilessly shattering all the happiness and happiness in this world.

In the second second, the numbness spread like cold frost to the ankles, freezing the heart.

In the third second, the boy screamed desperately at the sky, the original blue-black black hair turned white overnight along the rain falling, the cold rain wet the long snow-colored hair of the barren night and clinged to his back, in the rain, the boy's back was extremely desolate and helpless,

The man in black widened his eyes, and he knew that this was the heir he had been looking for for for more than a hundred years.

In the thunderstorm of flashing and noisy rage, his heart is also slowly dying.

Overnight, he fell to the bottom of his life.

Happiness and joy are a thing of the past. Why did he become the most miserable and helpless person without warning?

The little boy was taken by the man in black to the dustless temple of Artese after his grief, but there was no trace of warmth in his empty heart, and without his father, there was no hope of life in his heart.

Although the man in black saved him, his life here was not easy, and he was suppressed, discriminated against, and abused by his peers.

"Fatherless and motherless monster!hahaha"

"Monster!"

The temperature of his heart became even colder and more helpless, and year after year, the boy tried his best to learn the classics and magic, and tirelessly practiced numbly. On this day, the man in black sat in the main hall, called the little boy, and looked at him calmly: "Today I officially accepted you into the door, and gave you the name of Deserted Night." ”

"Haven't you seen the master yet!" The senior brother next to him glared angrily.

The discipline of going to the dust is extremely severe, as long as there is a place that is not done well, he will be severely beaten, and the cold whip will be whipped again and again, and the heart will fall again and again, the body will be scarred, and there is no place in the heart that does not bleed.

The most cruel thing is that Deserted Night inherited the Heavenly Bing that went to the dust to be different from ordinary people, infinite divine prayer, after every bleeding, the wound will flow out of the power of divine prayer, heal the wound, Araya thought about ending himself several times, and the result was the same.

In this survival detached from family affection, the heart of the deserted night has become lonely again and again, has become helpless again and again, has shed tears alone in the heart again and again, and has become hard again and again after mending the wounds in his heart alone and bleeding and scabbing.

It is said that time is the best medicine to heal wounds, but how can he forget his wounds? How dare he forget?

The detached sky always has such an indifferent expression, raging and merciless. Even the slightest breeze will be struck by the thunderstorm and the bones will be completely destroyed.

In the blink of an eye, thirty years later, the desolate night fell off to the bone and cold, and he went to the dust to pass it on to Tianbing, so that he became the top killer of Atlante. In this Atlante, except for going to the dust, Liangqiu water, no one in the four countries can match!

The withered yellow leaves fell with indelible sorrow in the wind, the dim sky was raining, and in the silent hut, only a rhythmic knock knocked into the heart.

Araya lay on the wooden bed with a pale face, the dream just now made him wake up painfully, his lips were wrinkled and dry, and the painful nightmare made his handsome forehead wrinkle slightly. He moved his eyelids slightly, and when his eyes opened slightly, he saw the simple and spacious cabin. Not far from the bed, a bewitching woman sat on a bamboo chair, one hand lightly resting on the side of her head, and the other hand on the table gently tapping the old wooden table with her index finger, making a crisp sound, which was exciting.

The woman seemed to know that he would wake up at this moment, and her gorgeous and bewitching eyes squinted at him, and her eyes were full of indescribable feelings. Deserted Night also looked at her, time seemed to stop, if it weren't for that crisp knock after click, this picture would be like a freeze-frame movie.

"You...?" Araya couldn't help but ask, but his weak body made him extremely uncomfortable.

"Why, how disappointed are you to find out that you are not dead?" the woman stood up and walked towards him lightly step by step, her bumpy figure showing her charm and charm with her steps. She sat on the edge of the bed, the corners of her red mouth slightly hooked, very charming. She gently tested Araya's pulse with her slender jade hand painted with blood-colored nails, and nodded in satisfaction. Regardless of Araiya's slightly furrowed brows.

"Very good, good recovery! The woman's feminine and melodious voice was tactful, and then she looked at the guarded and angry eyes of the wild night, smiled lightly and continued, "Why don't you speak?" The woman stared at the demonic eyes of the wild night. The two men were so close to each other that the woman seemed to want him to compromise.

Deserted Night's eyes flashed with shame and indignation, and his tone was extremely bad: "Who the hell are you!"

The woman laughed softly, as if hearing a joke, "My name is Changge." She squinted her eyes and the smiling woman was full of unclear content, which made Arya's heart feel strange.

The dead leaves outside the window fall and turn into a song, singing with endless sorrow, with an indifferent sky, telling their sorrows.