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The disappearance of the night makes the warm sunlight shine on this land again, and a new day begins again, but the goldfish pond at this time seems extraordinarily quiet, solemn and bleak. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this moment, in this blood-red goldfish pond, in addition to the many mosquitoes attracted by the smelly blood, there are only residual floating corpses.

Mosquito bites and buzzing sounds, as if there is nothing alive in this once vibrant little world except for the flying mosquitoes.

Goldfish Pond, once a beautiful paradise with green mountains and green waters, has changed dramatically at this moment.

The toppled peaks of the handsome mountains turned into messy rolling stones covering the ground, and the ruins of the broken walls came into view. The stumps and severed arms everywhere, and the blood-red ruins, confirm that there was a fierce war between the strong here.

The ground around the entire goldfish pond seemed to be ploughed by an ox pulling a plow.

The fresh soil in the ground tumbled, as if to hide the breath of death.

Not far from the fish pond, occasionally on an old tree, there is still a flickering flame, but not extinguished, it seems that it is the traces left by a powerful fire mage after the battle.

In the early autumn morning breeze, it seems that some people are crying, and in the whistling of the wind, I don't know who is crying and praying for what.

In the blood-red pool and on the messy shore, there were cold corpses everywhere.

In the pool were floating corpses, and on the ground lay like stiff mummies, although their clothes were not neat, but they all lay quietly under the warm early autumn sun, sleeping peacefully.

It's just that they may or may not know that this sleep is the longest dream in their lives, eternal sleep.

In a corner, a young woman in a silk robe hid her face and wept, something whispering from her mouth.

Who is happy for me? Who is sorry for me?

Who prays to heaven for me? Who changes silk for me?

Who has no grudges for me in this life? Who wields a sword for me?

Who is the one who will dry up for my blood and tears? Who will suffer for me in this life?

Who, who is it, who is it, for me, dreaming for more than a thousand years?

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The morning breeze fluttered, and everywhere it went, every sentence of grief was mixed with inexplicable sorrow, and there was a sound between the entire pool.

As if at this moment, there were still people alive in the pool, he muttered to himself, he asked softly.

Heaven and earth are strange, competing for the golden lotus;

Dare to ask the sky, there are immortals in the world?

Don't forget, don't get drunk, live for a hundred years;

Sleep like a dream, forever on earth.

Perhaps, it was a soft greeting;

Perhaps, this is a lament alone.

At this moment, the sorrow that remained in the goldfish pond was like snowflakes meeting the scorching sun under the illumination of the autumn sun, and in an instant, they turned into curling smoke and melted away.

At this moment, the many people who are still snatching the golden lotus jade root may have completely forgotten about this place.

The grief here is painful, perhaps, only the clouds in this sky know.

The clouds drift away with the wind, under the caress of the morning wind, the sorrow permeates the whole early autumn, at this moment, in the goldfish pond above the 10,000-meter-high sky, as if someone is chanting a song, this song is coming from the sky above this sky, chanting softly, it looks extremely sad.

The willow embankment has broken leaves for more than a thousand years, how can you say goodbye?

Love and hate, looking back on the past, floating clouds and ears?

The return to youth is unforgettable, the red phoenix eyes, the sad eyebrows are long, the beauty is snuggling, and the memories are like blood.

Hate the thin rice paper, the pen turns, and the resentment is hidden between the lines.

Thinking of the candle flame in the boat, burning out the vicissitudes of life, farewell on the river, and passing away tears.

Looking through the paper window, people are gradually desolate, singing in the middle of the night, and the intestines of mandarin ducks are broken.

Yichen is separated, the sky is on one side, sending a letter from home, you sigh, dreaming like you are on the water side.

Testimonials: Singing everywhere at night, Nanke dreams of this world!

The floating clouds are all over, where is the hook quenched? A city is barren and blue, and it is empty.

It used to be the dragon battlefield back then, but here it was cold and windy, stuffed with grass and frost wind, hidden in the belly, full of autumn.

The prancing horse is crossing, and the generals are handsome.

Shaohua's youth has changed, the marquis worships the prime minister, how many heroes have been wasted halfway?

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After that, among the clouds above the goldfish pond, a handsome young man in white clothes and black hair floated away.

This handsome young man stood in the air, his pace was surprisingly steady, and he saw him raise his steps slightly, and between the movements, he was thousands of miles away in an instant.

There was not a trace of cultivation fluctuations on this young man who was traveling thousands of miles in an instant, he was like an ordinary person without any cultivation on the Rose Continent.

However, if he was really an ordinary person, how could he float in the air, walk on the ground in this cloud?

The young man's white clothes and black hair were flowing and elegant, untied and untied, and when the wind moved, it fluttered slightly, and between his advances, his figure hanging in mid-air was lined with his figure, like a plain and calm god descended into the world.

On the skin of this handsome young man, there is a faint layer of protective luster flowing, making it look fascinating. In his eyes, there were a thousand kinds of colored glass light, which seemed to be colorful.

"Are you just leaving?"

When the white-clothed and black-haired young man walked thousands of miles away from the goldfish pond, there was a shout behind him.

Immediately, a piercing sound sounded from the sky, and it seemed that someone was chasing after the boy.

When the mysterious young man heard the voice, he slowly stopped his steps forward, stood with his hands in his hands, standing in the air casually, his black hair dancing in the wind, he didn't turn back, but said indifferently to the person behind him: "This, it's not your responsibility!"

With that, the mysterious black-haired boy in white was ready to move on.

"Hehe, it's not me who cares, this immortal is still in charge!" The person behind him seemed to be very arrogant, and said a little nonsense.

Speaking of which, the person behind him was very unhappy and angry!

Originally, he was a disciple who ravaged that person in the Lotus World Mountain and asked Cangtian, but who would have expected that after this mysterious young man found out, he would actually imprison himself in the Lotus World Mountain.

He can fight against the strength of the emperor, in front of him like a weak baby, instantly captured by this mysterious young man, and his war pet Doom Evil Pig and Evil Donkey seem to know who he is, but he doesn't dare to tell himself, which makes him have a headache.

His intuition told him that this black-haired and white-clothed boy must have known him, but he couldn't remember who he was, which made him distressed.

This mysterious teenager imprisoned himself, this is not excessive, the most excessive thing is that he has completely put himself under house arrest, has been with him for many days, and has always ignored himself and not talked to himself.

As soon as he spoke, he was annoyed by him, and he even sealed himself to prevent him from talking.

Uh-huh, in the Lotus Empire's Lotus Realm Mountain?

Uh-huh, ravaged and asked the sky, this guy still claims to be an immortal?

Who else could this person be besides Hu Daxian who gave the two spirit scrolls to ask Cangtian!

Yes, the person behind at this time is Hu Daxian who mysteriously disappeared.

Just when Hu Daxian was angry, "Hehe, you call yourself a fairy?" the mysterious young man sneered.

"That's right, it's this great immortal, how to drop!"

The young man's sneer seemed to stimulate Hu Daxian, which made the angry Hu Daxian extremely unhappy, so Hu Daxian was going to go crazy again.

"Hey, you little one, who the hell are you?"

"Tell me the truth, this great fairy has given you a fortune, you don't belong to this Rose Continent at all!

Hu Daxian's eyes flashed, as if asking.