There are many things in the world, there are things that you want to do, there are things you don't want to do but you have to do, and the white stone that stays awake all night and returns to the house with the first rays of sunshine in the morning belongs to the second type. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the door of the mansion opened in unison, the silent and well-organized figures came and went, the tension was tense, and the oppressive air seemed to burst at any time.

Shiraishi stood in the courtyard, and although the retainers could not believe the orders they had heard, none of them dared to question them.

Bai Shi sighed, "Mobilize all the manpower of the White Tiger Mansion, return to the house as many as possible, open the door of the backyard armory, and take the appropriate weapons to prepare for battle!"

At the sound of an order, hundreds of people moved in unison, tense to the face dripping with blood, and the murderous aura that had been sleeping for hundreds of years seemed to rise and overflow against the invisible drums of war.

The person who received the order stepped on the bluestone ground with iron hooves, shaking the city slightly.

The armory Kumen, which had been sealed for thousands of years, opened violently under the joint efforts of the four people, and between the dust, the blade of the bloodthirsty and long-awaited day was dazzling in an instant.

In front of the door, Bai Su, who heard the words coming from his father's mouth, was so nervous and even scared that his hands couldn't stop trembling, Nanshuang accompanied him, and on his face, although he was not timid, he couldn't help frowning.

Baishi, who witnessed everyone preparing quickly, lifted his feet as heavy as ten thousand catties, one step at a time, and walked silently towards his study with a face as cold as death.

Behind him, the air that was almost dripping with blood solidified little by little, just waiting for the bloody rain!

When the scorching sun hit the Suzaku Mansion, it seemed that he was dozens of years old overnight, Zhu Hou, who was drunk and leaning on the bench, opened his eyes suddenly, and held the wine glass in his hand for a long time, and with the movements on his body, he fell to the ground with a clatter, and the debris was splashed everywhere!

The old face facing the scorching sun was full of fierce light, and there was no longer such false kindness as before, just because he knew that from this moment on, that disguised mask was useless.

Hearing the sound of cracking, Zhu Shi got up extremely soberly, looked at Zhu Hou, and waited for his order.

Zhu Hou turned his head to look at the really ugly eldest son beside him, and for everything that was about to happen, the sadness slid across his cheeks, and it was fleeting!

"Son, are you ready to step out of the shadows into the sun?"

Zhu Shi nodded with great affirmation!

Seeing this, Zhu Hou was full of emotion, the millennium plan, in the end, except for himself, there was only one person who could be trusted. "Open the armory, gather your men, and get ready for battle!"

Behind the hidden boudoir door, Zhu Ying, who was silently watching Zhu Hou and the others, heard this, her body couldn't stop shaking, although she knew that this day would come sooner or later, but subconsciously, she didn't want to be able to see it, she only hoped that when it was a nightmare, when she woke up, it was the end.

For a moment, the memories of her eldest brother Zhu Shi and father Zhu Hou accompanying her to grow up to this day poured into her brain, not to mention warmth, but it was by no means an unbearable past, which made her heart throb violently.

She was very much like screaming, and she wanted to rush out, hug Zhu Hou and the others, and refused to let go to dissuade them from the act of sending them to death.

However, until the figures of the two of them disappeared and the ministers began to shuttle, her feet were unable to take even a single step!

The scorching sun was like fire, and Long Tian, who had long taken the blandness for granted, couldn't help but panic when he saw the crowd walking back and forth in the house.

The dark tide is surging, An Xin, who has long been fed up with such a tasteless life that has nothing to do with love, after sorting out everything late at night, the long-lost passion finally hit again, making her melt into the sun, and feel the brightness that has never been there.

For eight hundred years, Shan Wu, who had always had only such an expression, ignored the ministers running beside him and walked to Long Tian's side.

Long Tian's eyes looked through the open door to the city's citizens who were in the final state of revelry, he didn't turn his head, but his words came out lightly. "Before leaving, my father said that the agreement of 800 years has passed, and now, you can leave!"

Shan didn't hear the sound, his head turned slightly, looked at his empty right arm, and only heard his hoarse voice, and the words drifted away, "I can leave, but I won't leave for the time being!"

"Why?" asked Long Tian with excitement in his tone.

"More than 800 years ago, I thought that I was the enemy of the entire Flood Desolate Continent, and I had done something wrong. It's just that more than 800 years have passed, and last night, I finally realized that I was not wrong, but the world!"

It's the world that's wrong!

Long Tian repeated this sentence in his mind, and he didn't say anything more for a long time.

Shan Wu turned around, "Although Long Shan was obedient to orders back then, he treated me well. Now that he has left in style, I will repay the favor and keep your family safe and sound!"

Long Tian stared at the figure of Shan Wu, and between his thoughts churning, he couldn't understand for a while, what was the reason for the worry in his heart?

Afraid of death? Long Tian shook his head, although he was reluctant to give up his wife and children, and he was reluctant to live in this mansion, but as a man who stood up to the sky, he was more inclined to die on the battlefield than to steal his life.

"What is that? If I'm not even afraid of death, why should I have to worry?" Long Tian muttered to himself, in the afterglow, An Xin, whose face was scattered little by little, walked over, and for a moment, Long Tian seemed to see two identical-looking figures overlapping and scattering, one of them was his wife who had lived with him for decades, and the other was completely strange!

Finally, Long Tian understood where the so-called worry came from.

It was a fear of the future, of a strange life. And the root of it is the refusal to let go of his wife.

Yes, at the beginning, Long Tian was indeed satisfied with An Xin everywhere, thinking that she was just an ordinary woman who was close to perfection, but after getting along with each other for a few years, Long Tian gradually added other impurities that should not exist in An Xin's initially intoxicated gaze.

Although Long Tian didn't want to believe it or admit it, as time passed, he still understood that in An Xin's clear and transparent eyes like a bright moon, there was not love, but other dangers that he was afraid to imagine!

After more than ten years of married life, in order to maintain the beauty he thought he wanted, he deceived himself into believing that as long as life remained like this, An Xin would have no room to leave. And it is true that An Xin, who is trapped in this mansion, is like an eagle with broken wings, with the ability to soar into the sky, but he can't use it.

How many late nights, Long Tian woke up from his sleep in a panic, and his first reaction was always to reach out to confirm the existence of An Xin beside him, until he was sure that she had not left, and he could barely fall asleep.

Long Tian is not stupid, he knows that An Xin may not have much affection for him, or to put it cruelly, he has no feelings at all. However, even if he knew such a fact, Long Tian couldn't make up his mind to let go after all, just because although An Xin had no feelings for him, his feelings for An Xin were real.

There is such a thing as love, there has never been equality, and in the general life of the two parties, there is one person who will pay more, and in that kind of giving, selfishness has nowhere to hide.

Yes, in Long Tian's love for An Xin, selfish emotions occupy a lot of part. He was unwilling, unwilling to let go, even for An Xin, such a husband and wife life that had nothing to do with love was also Long Tian's humble desire.

However, now, the eagle who has broken free from the shackles still has to spread her wings and soar after all, and this mansion, this city, and even this world may no longer be able to retain her ambition to yearn for the peak.

Long Tian raised his head and stared at the light and breezy sky for a long time, he thought, the storm that he had been worried about so far was coming.

The Xuanwu Mansion, which was shrouded in a black fog that seemed to be artificially created all the year round, was slightly different from the other three mansions, and at the last moment, Xuanyuan stood in the council hall, ignoring the waiting of all the people of the Xuanwu Mansion who had gathered together under his orders.

Xuan Yuan stared at the portrait of Xuan Xi hanging on the wall, and a helpless voice slipped out of his mouth, "If you were still alive, how would you make such a decision?

On the portrait, Xuan Xi's eyes seem to give a response, and no matter which direction Xuan Yuan stands, he is always in a state of staring.

Xuan Yuan suddenly laughed, "I'm not a god of death, I'm not a god, I'm just an ordinary person who is unfortunately involved in such a nightmarish whirlpool, I don't have the power of life and death, and I don't have the power of blessing and grace." Now, if I make such a decision, how should the history of future generations be written? Sinners through the ages?

Since he knew his identity, he hadn't appeared in Xuanwu Mansion for many years, walked in silently, stood behind Xuan Yuan, and listened to Xuan Yuan's helpless words in silence.

It wasn't until Xuan Yuan's face gradually solidified in response to that almost crying smile that he discovered the existence of Xuan Xing.

He turned his head to look at Xuanxing, who was only ten years old this year, and did not speak, did not ask, just stared, his eyes were entangled, and at this moment, he didn't even know how to face the girl next to him.

Xuan Xing's pale blue pupils are pure and thorough, as if there is no emotion, and it is cold and cold, as if he is already in an endless ocean of ice and snow, frozen through his heart.

She was fearless, she didn't care if she lost or gained, facing Xuan Yuan's gaze that cut her heart like a knife, she opened her lips lightly, and the deep aura that should not have appeared in a ten-year-old girl at all burst out along with the words.

"You think too much, life and death are just a reincarnation in fate, and those who will die are not necessarily unlucky. Those who will survive are not necessarily lucky. ”

Xuan Yuan sighed and shook his head, "Whether unfortunate or lucky, I shouldn't be the one who manipulates fate. ”

"At this moment, fate has arranged for you to be in this place, then you are the one who made the decision, not the king, not the people waiting outside, not me, only you, only you!"

Xuan Yuan was silent, and suddenly said after a while, "Do you know what hell looks like?"

When Xuan Xing heard this, a playful smile appeared on his face without any sense of reality, "From the day after tomorrow, this continent will be hell!"

"And the king, is the god of death?" Xuan Yuan said lightly inquiring, but during the period, it contained ten thousand kinds of darkness.

"It didn't happen overnight that he became a god of death!" Xuan Xing replied without any emotion, as if he was just stating a trivial fact.

"So who is God?"

Xuan Xing turned around, "The king is for the god of death, in charge of hell. The phoenix is for God, holding the light!"

The magnificent and solemn immortal city, with only one gate, has been stationed at about 200 soldiers all year round, and for a thousand years, their main task has been to check the identity of those who enter the city, and to brief them on the rules of the immortal city.

There were more than 200 soldiers defending the city, half of whom were selected from ordinary families in the city, and there were also hereditary people, and Nanshuang's father belonged to the latter.

The other half was sent by the Qinglong, White Tiger, and Vermilion Bird Prefectures to station them in order to gain support. Naturally, because these people are from the prominent Sanfu, in terms of strength, they must be far superior to ordinary soldiers defending the city, but that gap is gradually decreasing under the training of ordinary soldiers day after day.

Nanshuang's father, Nan Hong, was a small soldier when he joined the city defense team at the beginning, and after decades of crawling and rolling, with his perseverance, uprightness, and strict self-discipline style, he finally succeeded in holding up to the non-commissioned officer of the city last year, reaching the point where he could sit with the people sent by the three governments.

Even because of Nan Hong's amiable and correct attitude towards everyone equally, to this day, in this city tower, his reputation is unattainable even by the people of Sanfu.

When the first rays of sunlight hit the city wall in the morning, Nan Hong was already dressed up, leading twenty soldiers, standing by the city gate like Mount Tai, waiting for the bell to ring to open the city gate.

Today is before night, and the last chance to open the city gates will be many of the people who remain in the outer city will leave today.

Nan Hong glanced up at the cloudless sky, estimated that there was still some time, and then faced a group of guards, and a loud voice came from his throat, "I received an order this morning, the city gate is only open for two hours today, so everyone's task is very difficult, we need to work together to check all the people who want to leave the city within these two hours, there must be no negligence, you all know the rules, so, are you ready?"

"Ready!" the loud voices of reply rang out in unison, and the loud words were like sharp swords, shaking the air with an unusual cheerfulness wafting in the air, escaping and fleeing.

After Nan Hong gave the order, he began to walk around as usual, although he didn't understand why the city gate, which was supposed to be open for a whole day, suddenly changed, but as a city guard, the only thing he cherished in his life was his military identity, and obeying orders was the duty of a soldier.

Nan Hong stood on top of the tower, looking out of the city. In the 10,000-year history of the Immortal City, the only time it was brutally attacked and left behind the shameful imprint still existed on his left side, the huge trees all over the sky, and the endless sunken road at a glance, always reminding him to cherish the hard-won peace now.

The situation of that war, Nan Hong has only heard of it in the mouths of the older generation of comrades, but even so, he can easily piece together the tragedy of the battle in his mind.

Nan Hong calmed his mind and sighed slightly, sometimes, he even felt that he could hear those unjust souls who were unwilling to die wandering and shouting on the sinking road, among the dense giant trees.

When his thoughts wandered, a person quietly walked to Nan Hong's side, and Nan Hong trembled slightly with his cold words, and when the person saw this, he glanced at it strangely, and then his eyes fell on the normal road leading to the outside world on the right, and the dazzling sunlight spread wantonly, but he still unconsciously rubbed his hands together because of the cold. "Every time you see Shen Lu, you will feel like this. ”

Nan Hong smiled faintly, "Ma Gan, why did you come up." ”

The man who was called Ma Gan turned his head and glanced at the attic where the soldiers who came from Sanfu lived at the end of the city tower, "People from Sanfu, when the sky is light, they all leave, I just learned, so I came to talk to you." ”

"Oh?" Nanhong was slightly surprised, "they're all gone?"

Ma Gan nodded, "According to the soldiers' reports, they not only left, but also emptied all the things in their respective residences, as if they had no intention of returning. ”

When Nan Hong heard this, the muscles on his old face full of lines shook violently, but he didn't speak.

Ma Gan sighed, "It seems that the rumors in the city in recent days are not entirely groundless. ”

The words are in his ears, those rumors, Nan Hong is not unheard, in fact, he may be the person who hears the most. Moreover, he actually knew in his heart that those might not be rumors, but things that were indeed going to happen. "We are soldiers, no matter what is going to happen in this city. As long as I'm alive, I can't let outsiders attack the city!"

Ma Gan was secretly helpless, but he still had to admit "um!". After replying in the affirmative, he hesitated for a while, and finally chose to speak in a way that did not irritate Nan Hong as much as possible, "But I don't think this time things will be so easy to over." ”

Ma Gan said and turned to face the city, "I always feel that this city, these city citizens, today's behavior is a little too unusual!"

Nan Hong didn't say a word, his eyes always fell on the sunken road, the sun moved slowly, for a long time, he raised his feet and walked towards the city, "It's time, open the city gate!"

A high-pitched voice came out, and the twenty or so soldiers stationed in front of the city gate immediately worked together to push open the huge city gate, which was heavy and more than 10,000 catties.

Qingsu and Yun'er, who were waiting to leave early, burst into tears at the moment the city gate opened, stubbornly supporting their bodies, stubbornly resisting the strong emotions that wanted to turn around and throw themselves into the arms of the old man, step by step, step by step, towards the open city gate.

Behind him, the old man who came to see him off, looking at the figures of the two trembling slightly, a trace of sadness that had not appeared for decades converged on the old face, and above his eyes, the mist was thick.

In the end, tears still failed to break through the defense line.

After witnessing that the two of them had already left the range of the tower, he slowly turned around.

"Qingsu, Yun'er, the troubled times are coming, I just hope that the two of you can spend it safely!"