Chapter 370: No desire to be sad and tearful

When the last light faded into her eyes, all that was left was endless darkness. There was no wind, no insects, and the silence around was terrifying, even a little weird. No matter how beautiful it is during the day, it will be calm here. It is the dream of the living, the hotbed of the dead.

Endless pursuits, crazy dreams, recent fame and fortune, distant yearnings, make people tired. And the night gives the best cover, retreating from the various auras of the day, and relaxing the fatigue of a lifetime.

There has never been such a quiet feeling of darkness, what a relaxing mood, no fighting, no hatred, not even life.

Oh, can't you even move a finger? Na Yan felt a moment of loss in his heart, and after a long time, he smiled again, is this the end of his life? But this is fine, nothing has to do with him. Hatred, conspiracy...... Those who themselves can no longer force themselves.

Finally able to rest quietly, Nayan's heart was infinitely relaxed, and he was about to close his eyes and listen to the peace of this world, but he was broken by a sound.

"Brother Nayan... Whining... Wake up... Whining. ”

"Who's calling me?" Nayan chuckled in his heart, who else would call my name at this time. However, when Nayan tried to discern who was calling, the voice melted into the darkness.

This must be an auditory hallucination, Nayan sighed helplessly, but unexpectedly the voice sounded again, "You said that you want to seek revenge on me,......"

"Who is it?" subconsciously responded, but the darkness seemed to hide everything, including one's own voice.

What is going on? Could it be that after death, not only can the body not move, but also cannot even make his own voice, Nayan is puzzled. After trying many times, Nayan finally gave up, and let out a sigh in his heart, it doesn't matter! Anyway, there is no need to communicate with others here.

Time passes inexorably without stopping or ending.

I don't know how long it took, an extremely strange liquid made Denaya's heart tremble. It seemed cold, but it seemed warm.

In the moonlight, a woman howled and cried bitterly, tearing her heart and lungs. Tears moistened the rouge and sank the powder, and finally hit the emaciated cheeks of the young man in her arms.

The jade hand like an onion finger clasped tightly on the young man's huge palm, the moonlight moved, and the blush on the wrist replaced the communication of words, the communication of blood.

However, the heavenly palace is not beautiful, and it is sad to leave people's tears. The passing evening breeze also seemed to feel this sadness, whining and whistling.

Tears eroded the jade like a torrential rain, but it still couldn't stop her beautiful face. Although the shallow or deep sword marks brought out the red stains of the dress, they could not hide the grace at all.

After a long time, the crying seemed much lesser. The deep pupils of the eyes became a little hazy, and the jade-carved cheeks were a little pale. Excessive consumption, Yanran is also tired.

The moonlight shone on Nayan's forehead, and Yan Ran smiled happily, and the thin cheeks in the haze finally had a trace of life. Suddenly, Nayan's fingers trembled slightly.

Seeing that Nayan had a reaction, her originally tired eyes were shining, Yanran was a little excited, looked at the tendons, Bei Ya bit her red lips lightly, and suddenly the slow blood flowed into the young man's body like a river.

It seemed that there was a voice again, and Nayan found that he could definitely move. Although I made up my mind to give up, this joy broke through the peace, and I sat up happily.

Am I not dead yet?" After a moment of doubt, Nayan stood up. However, his feet did not touch the ground, and his body hung in midair, and Nayan was puzzled. His eyes moved down, and he was puzzled, and he was sure that there was still a self lying on the ground. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and Na Yan's fluttering body could no longer stand on its footing, and it slowly floated away.

"Is that her?"

Under the sight, Yanran hugged her other self, the pear blossoms with rain-like tears, and the scars all over her body. Suddenly, Nayan was stunned, she was transfusing blood with me, could it be that she saved me.

Nayan wanted to reach out and grab it, but the palm of his hand passed through the other party's body as if it were passing through air, and he couldn't catch anything. shouted desperately, but Yanran didn't seem to hear it.

A gust of wind blew again, Nayan's body suddenly rose, drifting higher and higher, and gradually threw the other self and Yanran below, the figure became smaller and smaller and gradually unable to see clearly, and finally the entire mountain peak became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared from sight.

At this moment, Nayan can't care about anything else. The scenes in his mind were like experiencing it again, and suddenly he found that the sad eyes when Yanran stabbed him at the beginning, and the expectation of seeing him again...... All the truth is revealed, she has always been protecting herself, and she has regarded her as an enemy.

Nayan had drifted into the clouds, and it seemed that the moon had become hazy, and smoke was around it. In a trance, all this is in a dream, and at this moment, Nayan hopes that all this is a dream. Suddenly, the voice that warmed Denaya's heart sounded again,

"Brother Nayan, you have to live well. I'm sorry, I'm leaving. ”

In a trance, Nayan seemed to see a white figure beckoning to him in the hazy clouds in the distance, and his body floated over, getting closer and closer......

"It's Yanran!" Nayan felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart.

Infinite joy gathered in my heart, and for three years, I had been wrong to blame her. At this moment, Nayan has a lot to say, and his body can't wait to kick around, floating to the other party's side as soon as possible.

As they got closer, they seemed to be able to see the shadows in each other's pupils. Nayan's face was full of joy, and he just wanted to stretch out his hand, but suddenly, it seemed that his body had weight, and he fell rapidly, and the sound of the wind whirring in his ears made Nayan lose for a while.

"No ......"

Nayan's fingers moved, and his eyes opened suddenly. The first thing I saw was Yan Ran's tear-drenched pretty face, which had lost its former brilliance, but her red and swollen eyes were quietly closed.

Nayan wanted to stretch out his hand, but found that his body was soft and had no strength. The breathing intensified, the body seemed to collapse, and with all the strength of his body, he cried out,

"Yanran ......"

At this moment, Yanran seemed to be asleep, and there was no response. Nayan couldn't support it anymore, two lines of tears rolled out like a torrential rain, and his weak body couldn't bear it anymore and fell backwards.

There was no shadow in the moonlight, and the two people were lying in a cross shape. One opened his eyes, still washed by tears, and the other lay quietly, tears long gone.

Nayan couldn't stand up at this moment, and he didn't want to stand up, he knew that after this moment, they would never be able to see each other again, and from then on, Yin and Yang would be separated.

Slowly feeling the temperature of the other party, it became cooler little by little, quietly looking at the brilliance of the moon, a little dim, but the tears in the dark pupils never stopped.