Under the starry sky, all mortal dust. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

People have always longed for what they don't have, look forward to the unknown, and when they look up at the sky, they always feel that they should have dreams.

Poor boys have a dream of wealth and nobility, once they turn over and live happily, and they are chic with peace of mind from then on. Cultivators with poor qualifications are also eager for the opportunity to become a generation of heroes, and from then on, the sky will be high and the birds will fly. The girl next door inside the wall dreams of a white horse with colorful clouds, but she doesn't know that the person riding the white horse may be a monk.

Of course, not everyone is so vulgar, the lord of Taiping never dreams of a white horse, and even if there is, the one who rides a white horse can only be himself.

Generosity has never dreamed, and if there is, it is to live like this with the old beggar, and every time he sees the old beggar's kind smile in the light of the fire, he feels very happy.

But this starry sky is always so unpredictable, so the joke ending is so tragic.

The old beggar died, he died very thoroughly, and the serenity was even more intimate, but the ordinary life could not be exchanged for an ordinary old age, and even desolate, which made people feel cold, so after burying the old beggar, he generously embarked on a road of no return, because a person named Ah Yan made a promise with him, an agreement to bury this world.

Ah Yan is not a good person, and even said that he is a "demon" who really knows how to kill, even if Ah Yan let him embark on this road is doomed to death, he has no complaints, there are many choices in life, but he has no choice.

Generosity always listens to the old beggar, and likes to hear the old beggar tell those beautiful stories, and he also wants to see if the world is really what the old beggar said.

But before that he had to do one thing, even often, and that was to kill someone, or he would die. It's sad to say, but generosity doesn't feel at all, because in his heart, everyone he kills is a person who deserves to die.

And the first thing he wants to kill is the person who once harmed the old beggar, it stands to reason that who will deal with a desolate old beggar who asks for food everywhere for no reason, but people are interesting animals, they bow their heads to the powerful on weekdays, and when they see something more "inferior" than themselves, the humility becomes extraordinarily proud, the back is also straight, and the voice is hard, always expecting to see panic and envy in the eyes of the other party, and then self-satisfaction, but what still can't be covered is the smell of rot all over the body.

You can say that generosity is ruthless and cruel to the innocent, after all, those superior minions who bow their heads and pretend to be superior have never killed old beggars, but generosity is very "generous", and he doesn't mind letting them die once.

From Jiangnan Dao to Shendu, he didn't know how many people he had killed, some were damned, and some were the tasks of the Heavenly Killing Pavilion, and at the same time, he realized that he was not far from death.

Becoming more and more unable to control the killing thoughts in his heart, the secret method of the Heavenly Killing Pavilion left by Ah Yan became a bomb that would detonate at any time. He didn't want to die, he hadn't seen the world that the old beggar was talking about, he hadn't crawled out of the mud yet, was he going to sink to the bottom of the pool?

So he almost died in Chaofeng Pavilion, but he accidentally crawled out covered in blood, so he came to the alley of Liujie, but he really came back to life as expected.

All this is because of a young man named Nightshimmer, so when a black bead was placed in front of him, he accepted it without hesitation, although the young man in front of him made it clear what was at stake, he still chose to accept it, because he was generous, just generous.

Night Shimmer looked at the killer with a calm face in front of him with a complicated expression, in his opinion, there was no one more suitable to integrate the Divine Soul Relic of Night Tour than generosity, because he was ordinary, but not ordinary.

The black mist was like ink, sweeping the entire room, catharsis like tentacles, the rich dark tide seemed to penetrate into every piece of skin and flesh of the generous, the generous face became red, and the black mangs flowing everywhere stimulated the body stiffly, and the pain seemed to tear apart the flesh and bones of the body, and the painful and distorted look made the heart of the night shimmering who was watching from the side almost rise to his throat.

Slowly, all the light around was absorbed, as if the real night had come, it was the darkness that was thick to the extreme, it was the fear of the abyss, as if it was chanting softly, but it seemed erratic, like the roaring tide of darkness before eternity.

The low beat of the drum came from the generous heart, and it was the roar of the heart's beating violently, and it became more and more hideous.

Traces of blood flowed from the corners of Generous's mouth, and the stubborn face that forced himself not to make a sound made people couldn't stop worrying, as if the next moment the dark night would engulf him.

"Night Tour is also one of the top ten Yin Shuai, even if it is initially integrated, it does not exude too much power, and it is very difficult to be generous. ”

At this time, the fat man was full of spirit, and once he couldn't control it, the manic night was enough to wipe out the two people present.

Ye Shuo was also very anxious, but he was suddenly stunned, and patted his head, why didn't he think of it!

Hurriedly took out a one-horned ghost king's one-horned horn from the Yama seal, if there is a one-horned ghost king's yin yuan, he is not afraid of being powerless in the future, and he can't fuse the night wandering spirit.

Just do it when you think of it, everything has to rely on the fat man, and the devouring power of the hungry ghost Dao will take out the Yin Yuan of the one-horned ghost king, and then inject it into the generous body.

Slowly, with the help of Yin Yuan, the generous face softened, and Night Shimmer was no longer worried.

The darkness was always so silent, approaching silently, and not easily dissipating, so the undercurrent was integrated into the body of generosity, and the boy became more and more ordinary, and people couldn't help but want to ignore it.

Suddenly, black horses surged from Generosity, like a hovering waterfall, and in an instant burst out, and the whole room was enveloped in the night, the fire was extinguished, and the air was outrageously cold.

It was the darkness of loneliness, the torment of the tarsus of sorrow, and the power of generosity.

The feeling of mud making it difficult to walk appeared in Nightshimmer's heart again, the last time was the experience of encountering the Night Wandering Spirit in the Netherworld, and Nightshimmer knew that generosity had succeeded.

The night is all there is to the night tour, and the natural power obtained by generosity is the night shroud.

From a very young age, the old beggar told stories to Generosity, and once he took Generosity by the hand and pointed to the night sky above his head and said: "The night is always so calm, even so quiet that it makes people feel terrible, but if you look closely, you will find that there is still some warm light flickering in the darkness, and it is the stars winking at you." ”

And in this night, there are two faint rays of light flickering, just like the eyes of an old beggar, like the dark but still beautiful heart of generosity.