One flower, seven colors.

One color is red, like blood, killing.

The bald man's arm exploded, the residue of bone and flesh poured with blood, and the air was stained with blood, which fell in Li Yuchen's eyes, and the extremely light red color was even more demonic.

The heart is moved, the body is moved.

Li Yuchen saw the blood and wanted to get closer, but he approached in an instant, so that the blood that had not yet landed was stained with his body, his body was painful, and his right hand was on the shoulder of the bald man's severed arm, and a stream of red light gushed out from his body.

For example, before, the red mangs drilled into the bald man's arm, causing the arm to burst, and now the red mangs drilled into his body, turning his entire body into flying flesh.

"Boom!"

The voice was dull and crisp, and the bald man disappeared and exploded completely.

The minced flesh flew sideways, the bone chips were splashed everywhere, mixed with blood red, with a surging wave of catharsis, most of which hit Li Yuchen's body, bringing him more blood-colored demons.

The bald man died, his body exploded, and his bones were gone...... Everything happened at the moment when Li Yuchen swept out.

"Ahh

The screams rang out, from He Qiao's mouth, from the mouths of the three men who wanted to escape alive, covering up the bloody and poignant afterward.

Li Yuchen's right hand was raised and waved, and a big beating red hand appeared out of thin air, floating directly beside the two people who were very close to each other, and with the action of clenching his fist, he grabbed the two of them, and the invisible force pressed down, crushing the two of them, and the remaining flesh and blood were forcibly absorbed by the big hand.

Another person fled, but was chased by He Qiao, and the snow-colored sword was stained with blood, slashing the starlight, and harvesting his life.

At this point, eight people have fallen.

With the power of blood, the red glow on Li Yuchen's body became more and more real, changing the scene in his vision, like surrounding a bloody world.

Blood, killing.

"Kill!"

After a short pause, a low roar came out of Li Yuchen's mouth, as if there was no longer a hindrance to speech, his body turned rapidly, waving his fists to the surroundings, and a series of blood-colored fist shadows were shot in the air.

In his eyes, there were all enemies, pouring in from all directions, and he had to fight bloodily.

"What's wrong with you?" He Qiao retreated, shouting eagerly in the distance.

Li Yuchen couldn't hear it, only the sound of killing, the sound of breaking the wind, and the sound of gold and iron in his ears.

The waving fist drove the riot of the aura in the air, and each punch contained extremely strong killing power, so that He Qiao had to retreat and stay away, standing in a hurry in the distance, clutching a heart, physically and mentally restless and at a loss.

"What's wrong with you?" shouted He Qiao, his eyes filled with mist.

Li Yuchen swung her fist, and her fist brought the cathartic violent energy closer, with a seemingly irresistible oppression, with a chilling killing intent, she retreated again, and kept retreating.

Clenching her teeth and clutching her fists, she tried to get closer, but she didn't dare to get closer.

Helpless, waiting.

"Kill!"

Bursts of shouts resounded through the air, with an indomitable momentum, not afraid of death at all.

Looking at the figures surging from all directions and listening to the noisy sound in the wind, Li Yuchen was fearless in his heart, and the killing intent hidden in the deepest part rose and boiled, feeling that his body had inexhaustible strength.

It was like returning to the sea of blood, constantly killing the demonic beasts that emerged from the sea of blood, and his heart was filled with an iron-blooded killing intent, and he wanted to kill all the figures that kept coming.

Kill!

Only by killing can we survive.

He still had such thoughts left, and no matter whether the sight in his eyes was real or unreal, he would not let the killing stop.

No guessing, no fear.

It is the rise of battle intent and killing intent, the catharsis of energy in the body, and the thirst for blood in the heart.

The killing is not stopping, and the blood stains the world red.

The blood-colored light floats, the night recedes, and the sunshine shines on the day, but the ** light never penetrates the blood color that fills the air, and it can't illuminate people's hearts.

Kill!

The influx of figures seemed to be endless, Li Yuchen no longer felt tired, the movement of his body, the waving of his fists, seemed to be frozen in the dust of time, unchanged in the change, with a kind of lifeless rigidity.

Every punch is the strongest attack that can be displayed with his fists, which makes him sink into extremely deep exhaustion, and after a long time, he has a subconscious forgetfulness.

It's not that I'm not tired, it's just forgetful.

He didn't dare to stop, for fear that if he stopped, he would no longer be able to move, and he would be overwhelmed and perished by the constant stream of figures.

The endless power in that feeling gradually faded, and then there was a kind of powerlessness, a kind of helplessness close to death, which made him constantly injured, and the heavy pain made him recall and use the Great Dark Blood Spirit Sutra that he didn't want to think about the most, pouring his body with blood and absorbing the energy in the blood.

Fight bloodily, the more you fight, the stronger you get!

The setting sun stained the sky red, and the golden color had a slight red luster, and the killing had to stop for a while.

Li Yuchen stood on the ground, his bloodthirsty eyes reflected the mottled figure on the ground, only to see the remnants of blood mixed with bone chips and scraped meat, and the ground was broken to the end that could be reached by the naked eye.

Look up and see the sunset that has lost its red glow.

If the blood is absorbed with a lot of energy, and the bright light that it should be dissipated, the twilight of the sunset brings a kind of decay from the inside out, like a tragic pain, sprinkled from the sky.

The red glow on his body converged, and the orange that appeared faint after the sunset faded red, like decay.

Standing, looking at the sky, he wants to weep.

He finally stopped. He Qiao muttered in a low voice, wanting to step forward, but stopped.

The surrounding forest was already a mess, destroyed by Li Yuchen's fist, losing its original appearance, and even more lost its vitality, from far to near, only a broken and barren dead silence remained.

Trees fall and turn into debris, blades of grass scatter and crush into dust.

Many demonic beasts approached, leaving a little bloodstain, and finally the bones were gone, and countless insects and beasts rushed away, some people watched from a distance, or in the light, or in the dark, but no one dared to approach.

Now, Li Yuchen has stopped, and it is still the same.

The red glow on the body is gone, but it is orange again, and under the sunset that has reached the end, the whole person looks strange and demonic.

Like autumn, like decay.

Spring and autumn do not exist, and the orange in Li Yuchen's eyes has only a kind of decay that is close to extinction.

The corpses in a place converged into a sorrow, echoing between heaven and earth, rippling in the heart...... There is only one person left in the world to guard the vanity.

It is like a person guarding a lonely city, but after the victory of the unremitting struggle, there is nothing left, and the whole world seems to be only himself, looking at the sky with its unique desolation and endless sorrow.

The heart is aching, the sky is crying, and the darkness is falling.

It was dark, it was dark, there was no light, there was no hope, the heavens and the earth were dark, and there was no light in the heart.

One flower, seven colors.

One color is orange, like autumn, sad.

Helplessly, the autumn wind blows, sweeping the fallen leaves, the fallen leaves fly with the wind, and the world is full of silence.

Li Yuchen raised his head and looked at the sunset engraved by his memory, time was frozen in darkness, and the breeze blew the desolation and desolation of a place that was originally blood-colored, only deep blood fluttering, which wanted to make people sick.

Numbness...... Suffering.

The strong feeling after the killing stimulated his mind, so that the memory did not stay in the sunset, and even the Great Dark Blood Spirit Sutra's thirst for blood could not be suppressed.

The stomach churned and was unbearable.

However, he still held his head up, forcibly suppressed the feeling of wanting to gag, convinced that he couldn't vomit anything, and didn't want to do such a meaningless thing, and had to adapt to it in the shortest possible time.

Numbness...... Suffering...... Numbness.

The inner struggle, the transfer of thoughts, made him gradually return to the numbness when he killed, but it was heavier than the numbness at the beginning.

Killing, he killed, not so long ago, it seems like a long time ago.

Corpses, he had seen, one or two, and a large one.

Man and beast are different, but they seem to be the same, as long as they die, they are dead, and their bodies are empty.

Now, it was not a corpse, only shredded bones and flesh, with crimson mottled blood stains on them, and the memory seemed indelible as the sun set.

Time settles in darkness, and in an instant it is eternity.

"When will it take to get better?" He Qiao muttered in a low voice, his heart full of uneasiness.

Li Yuchen stood, his body emitting a soft and fragile orange light, faint but constantly beating, expelling all people or things that were close to him, and even killing a few ill-intentioned people by the orange mang, completely lonely an area.

He Qiao is not worried about external safety hazards, but she has no confidence in the uncertainty from the inside out.

Colorful Life and Death Pill, from life to death, life and death, is to wander between life and death, not life and death, can only be taken when on the verge of death, it contains extremely majestic energy, not anyone can take it.

In one day, she not only waited, but also remembered many things, and thought about Li Yuchen's situation thoroughly, and her heart was full of self-blame.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault......" she thought like this, but she could only worry about it on the side.

It's her fault, but if she makes a mistake, she has no chance to repent at all, she can't do it again, she doesn't have the slightest chance, she can only blame herself and regret, and her eyes are often sad.

Often in the dark of night, accustomed to loneliness.

It seems that in that white world, except for white, there is only white left, and Li Yuchen stands alone in the dark, and only darkness remains.

It's not the phantom array I encountered when I entered the rakugo forest, thinking about the light, but there is still no light, looking up, knowing that the sky is overhead, but I can't see the sky, only the deep blood is accompanied.

It's like the world is dying, only I live alone, that loneliness, that kind of loneliness, wrapping the body to death, can't see through other positive emotions.

If you have experienced the desolation of the earth, the loneliness in the darkness is very strong, and from time to time it brings confusion, feeling that there is no light and no hope, feeling that the world is full of darkness, or the world itself is the darkest, and even thinking that this world is dark.

Penance for a hundred lifetimes, the strongest of the immortals, in the end, it is just the accumulation of bones, the flesh and blood are ruined, and the familiar figures of the past can only remain in the heart, and can only emerge in the memory.

What's the point of being alive?

Lonely, desolate.

However, if you want to live, you also want to become stronger.

There is no light, waiting for the light, there is no hope, waiting for hope...... Confused, then wait in confusion.

There is always an end to the night.

The sun always rises.

There is a glimmer of hope in my heart, like a duckweed washed by a flood, not a life-saving straw, but I always hold it in my hands, and I would rather use false things to deceive myself.

People are so good at deceiving, deceiving others and deceiving themselves.

Li Yuchen waited in the dark night, waiting for a light that penetrated the darkness, waiting for the hope carried in the light, counting the time, and forgetting the time.

I don't know how long it has been, but he feels that it has been a long time, not a day, not a year, not more than ten years...... Anyway, it was a long, long time, so long that he felt that he was old, and even his life had come to an end, and he was about to die.

However, he didn't die, he still didn't want to die, and he still felt that death was terrible, the most terrible thing.

He didn't want to die.

Because I don't want to die, I can't die.

"I ...... Think...... Live...... ......"

He roared in a voice that he had long been unaccustomed to, and finally there was only an extremely low roar, the voice was mottled and indistinct, and it was stretched for a long time, as if it had crossed the length of time, and the unwilling voice revealed its heart, sounding and wandering through the years.

I don't want to die, I want to live.

Like a boundless dream, he woke up and saw the light, which came from orange, the brightest part of orange, a faint yellow, transparent gold.

"Live...... Finish. He thought lightly, but he was still not used to it, and his voice was difficult to breathe, and it was old.

Lowering his head, he saw that his body, his clothes were covered with old traces, the greenery was gone, there was only a layer of light gray left, there was no blood and broken flesh on the ground, and there was still a little white residue, which seemed to be the bones that he had broken into pieces, spread on the lifeless ground, a dry yellow.

It's old, it's really old, and it's estimated that I'm going to die.

He closed his eyes, unwilling to see such a reality, but he didn't close them for long, and opened them with a ray of light.

One flower, seven colors.

One color is yellow, like light, desperate.

People are old and dying, but there are still some things that have not been completed, and there are still thoughts in their hearts, worries, and thoughts...... I always want to see and see the world in the future.

It's been too long, I've forgotten too many things, and the rest, letting him get through the darkness, is already an obsession.

There are some things that have not been done, and there are still some people who don't want to be just in memory.

They...... Okay?

He was not sure, and just as he tried to lift his feet, he realized that he did not know where he was at all, and when he thought about it, he still could not remember, he had long forgotten that he had long been forgotten in the long and lonely time, and he was not even dust.

You guys...... Okay?

He asked in his heart that there was no need to answer, and no one would answer.

After taking a few steps forward, he stopped in place and looked at the sky, his cloudy eyes with a hint of light, revealing the yellowness of the passage of time.

After a short time, he felt a little sore in his neck and reluctantly lowered his head.

Sure enough, when he was old, he was dying.

What I thought about before, I still want to do it, whether I can do it or not, it is the last thought of life, I always have to do it, and at the end of my life, I always have to find something to do.

Lift your feet and move forward.

Step on the yellow sand, step on the bone crumbs, and silently.

"Hey, are you alright?" He Qiao shouted.

Seeing that Li Yuchen was no longer silent and walked towards her, a smile appeared on her face, it was another day of waiting, and she finally saw a glimmer of hope, although it was just a smile, but it covered all her worries.

However, Li Yuchen couldn't hear her words, nor could he see her, and when she got closer, and there was a distance of about twenty meters, a pale yellow light repelled her, making her unable to take the initiative to approach.

Affected by the pale yellow light, a strong sadness arose in her heart, and in a trance, she felt that she would never see the original Li Yuchen again.

The smile fades, the worry emerges, the sadness appears, and the despair touches lightly.

"No, it's all because of me, I must not let you have any problems!" she clenched her silver teeth, and there was determination in her eyes.

Quickly raised her right hand, and before she could do anything, she noticed that the scene in front of her had changed, bleak, desolate, and desolate...... There is also the relentless desperation of wanting to change but not being able to.

Immediately afterward, she lost consciousness.

Li Yuchen walked for a long time, and walked a long way, but he felt that he was always wandering in a small area, unable to leave the yellow sand paved with pale bone chips.

Determining a direction, moving forward step by step, and finally reaching the starting point, and moving forward arbitrarily, unwilling to have a fixed mind, is still the same result, making him want to roar, want to curse the sky, want to curse fate......

Eventually, he stopped moving forward.

Looking at the sky, his cloudy eyes were hazy with tears, and he felt hopeless.

I'm going to die...... But I still have a lot of things to do, and I really want to...... I have done all these things, but there is no chance.

He ignored the pain in his neck, let alone the exhaustion from his body, staring at the sky, with the image of the past in his teary eyes, even if he was about to die, he had to keep those memories.

He's dead...... May there be an afterlife.

If you can't open your eyes, you will close, your neck will hurt, and you will be buried, and if your body is tired, you will lie down...... The memory is beautiful, I wish to see it again in my dreams, remember...... Eternal life.

Eternal life is the memory of memory, the longing for life at the end of life.

It's another dream, a dream that transcends time and space, falling asleep somewhere, waking up somewhere.

Li Yuchen opened his eyes and saw a touch of green, it was a grass, a grass without a name, very small, swaying in the blowing wind, swaying from side to side, and he, no longer old and decrepit, became very young, like a child.

It's just that he forgot too much.

Where is this?

He asked, without a voice, only in his heart.

Slowly getting up, he looked around and saw that it was a meadow, a meadow with no end in sight, connected to the sky, made up of one new grass after another.

One flower, seven colors.

One color is green, like grass, life.

The new life after death, if the grass is withered, life is endless, but it is fragile, and it is no longer what it once was.

Where is this?

Who am I?

He doubted in his heart, thought about it repeatedly, but could not find an answer, only the headache of mixed thoughts made him forget and no longer dwell on this question.

If you don't know where this is, you walk around to find out where it is, and if you don't know who you are, you don't care about it for a while, and you leave the problem behind and look for something other than the meadow.

Walking on the meadow, faster and faster, he only felt that the meadow was getting wider and wider.

He came to know that this was not a meadow, but a meadow, a prairie that was so wide that it was boundless.

I must get out of here!

He thought in his heart, with the passage of time, the disappointment deepened, but there was an almost paranoid determination to walk through this endless grassland, and he must leave this ghost place where birds don't lay eggs.

Not the end yet?

Asking myself again and again, disappointed again and again, the paranoid firmness in my heart is even worse, with a little frivolity and savagery.

The flood will eventually erupt, the thunder will be suppressed in the clouds to brew a greater force, the sea will be calm with occasional waves, and the deeper winds and madness will be accompanied by great waves that can annihilate everything.

Run, run, run with all your might, run desperately.

In reality, a little greenery emerges, staining the desolate ground with an indelible green imprint.

The green continued to expand with Li Yuchen's footsteps, and when the green completely enveloped this barren area, the people who were still in this area were silent and fell into a godless and strange state.

The desperate rush seems to be an adaptation, from strange to familiar, from fast to rapid, the body turns into a wind, and the tiredness is forgotten.

As if he was really reborn, he didn't remember the long darkness, but the silent waiting had already been engraved in his mind, and it was deeply engraved, like an indelible imprint, which would implicitly manifest unconsciously.

A little faster, a little faster.

It's fast, it's fast, it's fast.

There is no hope, but he still has hope, even if it is not much, he just does not despair, and tells himself again and again, regardless of whether the words that inspire him to move forward are deceptive or not, oppressing himself forward.

To keep moving forward is to get closer to the end, the end.

The transcendence in speed, like the transformation and sublimation brought by the extreme, is to make hope more hopeful.

The grass grows, the green grows, the time has no autumn and winter, there is no dryness, only glory remains, and the whole grassland is thriving.

The grass grows and the warbler flies, but it is not spring, but it seems to be from winter to spring, reviving the silent things, and the depressed Li Yuchen who is running with all his strength sees some differences in the prosperity of life.

He saw a different kind of green than the grassland, a different kind of green, with a cyan and gloomy color.

A tree, not very tall, but compared to grass, has an indescribable vastness and majesty, enjoy in the higher air, and bathe in more light.

Just leave?

Li Yuchen finally slowed down, and when he got close to the tree, he saw that there was a green in the distance that was different from the grassland, and the joy in his heart made him turn back quietly.

The grass has become much more lush, and I have long since forgotten where the starting point is, and I have grown a lot.

Familiar, willing to leave, far away, memories, nostalgia, are just the past, can't stop the footsteps of leaving, he wants to leave, like leaving home after growing up, going out to explore, to that different world.

Leave, wander.

He took a step into the new world.

One flower, seven colors.

One color is green, like a tree, hope.

Trees may flourish and wither, or they may remain evergreen.

Li Yuchen walked among the increasingly lush trees, and was like the grass he saw when he opened his eyes, fluttering in the wind, but moving forward, he couldn't decide where to go.

Hope is there, but there is less urgency.

It is like the satisfaction of a goal after it has been achieved, there is a kind of comfortable enjoyment, I feel that it is already very beautiful, and I will not have more thoughts for a while, I just want to walk around and see how different things are different, wandering between the trees, and if I am wandering in confusion.

He wandered among the trees he walked through, with a little blue light, and spread in all directions.

The rakugo forest on this side of the mountain range is no longer what it used to be, and a large part of the area from the deepest part outward shows a silence that has lost its noise in the blazing sun.

The green light diffused with a green light, like the growth of life, spreading to a wider and wider area, covering nearly half of the vast forest on this side.

At this point, four days had passed, and on the fifth day, many people noticed the anomaly of the rakugo forest, some people went away out of fear, some people approached because they didn't know, and some people came to see this very faint blue light, and nearly half of the forest was dense.

"There is an anomaly on the other side of the mountain, if you want to go, go and see, but maybe it is a danger or an opportunity. Xun Ran's words caused the teacher who guarded the student's trial to be replaced, replaced by some teachers who were much less competitive.

Of course, there are many students who have also received the news, and those who think they are powerful and those who think of chance are trying their best to reach the other side of the mountain.

"What does a piece of blue light represent?" Sima Vanilla muttered as she stared at the blue light, her eyes flashing with water.

"Brother vanilla, don't forget it, what's there to calculate, just go and see. Sima Xiangrui felt worried on the side and pulled Sima Xiangrui's arm.

Time passed a little, Sima Vanilla nodded, and said helplessly: "Okay, let's go and have a look." ”

"It's because of him. Yang Han chuckled in the air and shook his head slightly, "Since it's him, let's go and join in." "Fly into the forest, let the blue light fill your body.

"What kind of chance is this!" You Yi complained in a low voice, smiling again, but with a smile of helplessness.

Standing outside the green light, smiling bitterly and sighing for a long time, there are no more unnecessary thoughts in my heart, with a confident smile, I slowly move forward, and finally step into the range of the green light.

"Wowhaha, this is my chance, a big opportunity!" Dongfang Tianhan laughed, full of pride, and strode into the blue light.

"Go in and see. Xuanyuan Jiuge's voice was cold, but it was firm.

"Go in ......"

There are also many people who enter, with their own considerations, with the same or different thoughts, but soon after they stepped into the range of the blue light, they were overwhelmed by the blue light, lost their luster in the green light, and remained motionless.

Li Yuchen walked for a long time, felt tired, and stopped.

The surrounding scenery is much the same, making him lose his initial excitement, and even like returning to the grassland, the same endless grass makes him unhappy, he doesn't want to stay here longer, but he can't leave.

The tree, the tree, has always been the tree, making him strange, familiar, delighted, bored, and hated...... I want not to look at it, I want to destroy.

After pondering for a long time, he didn't do anything, just raised his head and looked at the sky.

The sky, very bright, very blue.

Even if the leaves will block the view, the sky is still there, still so bright, there is some blue in the white, very beautiful, into the heart.

Bright, wide, except for a few clouds, there is very little shelter, like in the sky, you can see all things in the world, there is detachment, you can no longer stay in this vast lonely forest that cannot be broken free.

Blue, very bright, very yearning, he wants to leave, he doesn't want to be lonely and lonely anymore.

One flower, seven colors.

One color is blue, like the sky, longing.

It is the desire to be happy when it is unpleasant, the desire to have when it is not, the longing that arises from the heart, and the very pure, simple yearning.

Looking at the sky, Li Yuchen wants to have a pair of wings, so that he can soar in the sky, see the world, and go where he wants to go, without any constraints and restrictions.

He wanted to leave the lonely forest, and he wanted to.

Every heartbeat, every thought, every breath, thinking, every thought, thinking.

As his heartbeat, his breathing, and his thoughts continued, he felt that his body was changing, that something in the air melted into his body, cooled it, warmed it, and finally became a part of his body.

With the thought of his body, after a long time, he flew, but did not grow wings on his back, but flew very slowly and not highly.

He thought, thought for a long time, and finally flew.

Shuttling in the forest, is a memory, is a memory that belongs to nostalgia, with the body getting taller and higher, the endless forest has gradually come to an end, on the other side of the forest, there is the most brilliant light, a complex world, with too much beauty.

Fly, like a bird, embracing the sky.

Keep flying, keep moving forward, towards the beauty that does not belong to the forest in your sight, towards the truest desire in your heart.

The blue light of nearly half of the forest changed to light blue little by little, and Li Yuchen's body took off from the ground, flying and swaying lightly above the forest, and at a rapid speed, the changing light covered the forest on this side of the mountain range, and finally spread beyond the vast rakugo forest.

Many people who watched were covered by the blue light and completely integrated into it before they had the heart to flee.

A world, gradually evolving, is about to take shape.

Li Yuchen gradually flew out of the forest and saw a different world, from a high place downward, with an enlightened open-mindedness.

Continue to gallop, to the left and again, up and down, stop or gallop, the stretch of the body expresses the joy of the heart, watching the clear blue sky darken, looking at the higher sky in the air.

What would the higher sky, or the sky, look like?

He thought, do it, fly up.

Time turned from night to the end, and he saw a light, the light that pierced the night, with a little purple trace, just a touch of light, but it contained all the splendor and brilliance.

He stopped, stared at the purple light, fell silent, and flew towards the light.

For a long time, he saw the difference in the purple light.

One flower, seven colors.

One color is purple, like a city, dreamy.

A city, shrouded in a bright purple and hazy light, hung high in the air and floated above the sea of clouds.

Li Yuchen approached the purple light, watched the purple light enlarge, and found that the city hidden in the purple light was surging, and his heart was surging, and his body went involuntarily, faster and faster.

He flies, identifies goals, and is tireless.

It's like waiting in the dark, like walking on the grassland, like walking in the forest and looking at the sky later, only one thing.

Galloping, approaching.

Closer, closer, closer.

Time has long been gone, and while flying towards that dream city, the body inadvertently ages, and when it gets closer to that city, it is like the aging before it died, with a kind of decay from the inside out.

Finally, it's here.

Stretching out his old hand, Li Yuchen touched his withered yellow fingers to the purple mang, trembling a little.

After countless hours of flight, he forgot many things, was unimportant, was forgotten, only this city in his eyes and heart, and only thought about approaching.

Now, it is close and within reach, but when the fingers touch the purple mang, there is sadness in the heart.

I don't know where it started, I don't know where it will end.

People are old and lonely.

Purple City, I'm afraid it's a dream, I'm afraid that the city is just a dream, I'm afraid that everything is illusory.

Through, penetrated, broken.

All dreams are just illusions, and they come to an end.

The purple mang was like a bubble, a huge foam, but it couldn't withstand a little stimulation, and when Li Yuchen's fingertips passed through and penetrated, it shattered, and a little sound burst out gently, falling on the air at an unknown height, quietly burrowing into nothingness.

The dream is over.

Li Yuchen thought softly, remembering the moment before the purple mang was broken and before thinking, the joy of realizing the longing in his heart.

But it's over.

The dream is shattered, not even a bubble remains, and there is no reality left.

One flower, seven colors.

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, seven colors flash, between life and death.

The end of life is death, the end of death is life, life is death, death is life, life is death, death is life, death is life...... There is no distinction between life and death, it is for the catastrophe!

In the miserable dream, there is the change of life and death, look at a flower, blooming all over the seven colors.

(Write about pain, write about joy...... Collect, don't run away. ）