The night was falling, and the wind and rain were shaking. The lighthouse's patrol pillar of light casts a dim yellow light on the rising sea in the distance. The stacked containers in the port block the noise of the lights of the nearby dock town, creating a quiet shadow. The large-scale spontaneous combustion of cargo three days ago quieted the originally busy port and quietly stopped in the twilight of early autumn in the bay.

"Surprised, surprised?" In the night wind, a low, slightly hoarse voice sounded. "Hehe, the inner ghost is me, ahem... Didn't you, didn't expect that? Lifting his hand with difficulty, he lifted the brown lens, and the man's tone was always so cheerful.

"Qin cub, I didn't expect you to give me a ride in the end." The flirtatious tone couldn't hide the strong smell of blood, and the man coughed up a piece of blood foam as he spoke. Long breathing, accompanied by a tearing noise, echoed in the humid night breeze.

Pursing his pale and dry lips, Mo De, who was standing in front of the man, did not speak.

"Ten years have passed in a flash, Qin cub, you have also jumped from such a big little child to such a big one, the years are really a pig-killing knife, the ancients honestly did not deceive me." The man bent his elbows and stood up, looked out into the sea through the cracks in the huge boxes, and began to chatter. "The tide rises and falls, and the return comes and goes, ushering in another batch. Good name, really good name. Speaking of which, I was born because of the nice name..."

His physical strength flowed with the blood red under him, and the ground was stained, and the man became weaker and weaker.

"Why?" asked Mo in a low voice, his voice mixed with resentment and incomprehension, unwillingness and sadness.

"Cub, you've been in the 'tide' for about seven or eight years." Ignoring the young man's questioning, the man continued to talk to himself. "Bai Yi taught you to smoke, Liu Er taught you to drink, if it weren't for the tree staring all the time, you would have to arrange it for even if it was hot..." However, you can't always be treated like a child. I'll just teach you a lesson at the end, tsk, and I'm talking a little bit about it. ”

"Don't rely on anyone, always trust yourself." A sly smile appeared at the corner of the man's mouth. The snow-white teeth were mixed with scarlet, as if the demon was holding back a smile and whispered softly.

"Go back, they'll know you're done." The countdown to the fireworks has also begun, and if you don't leave, you should really be with me. The man's voice grew weaker, exhaustion seeped in, and sleepiness crept in.

"Let's go, let's go, don't look back."

Morder turned around and took one last deep look at the man. Taking a deep breath, he turned his head and rushed into the intertwined shadows and disappeared. He had too many questions, but he knew that the man wouldn't give him more answers. All mysteries will be hidden in darkness as he fades.

He was angry, he was unwilling. He wanted to roar, he stalked in silence. Some people have some things, which will not have a result after all, so they are left unresolved, and then come to an abrupt end.

"Why..."The corners of his lips were torn, and the scarlet sweetness spread. A few points of sparkle are fleeting in the wind. Mo wanted to stop and look back at the man again, but he couldn't stop under the pressure of the crisis that was churning and roaring in his veins, so he could only run forward.

I don't know how long it took, the instinctive crisis quietly disappeared, and he was suddenly liberated from the huge pressure, so he immediately stopped, gasped for breath, and looked back behind him.

The pale moon was obscured by dark clouds, and as far as the eye could see, there was only a chaotic outline of light and shadow, quiet and silent.

Mo stumbled forward, but could not take a step forward.

A line apart, the boundary between life and death.

The boy opened his mouth again, his lips moving slightly, but he couldn't say anything.

"Sure enough, the fireworks are the most beautiful when viewed from the barrel." The man closed his eyes and recuperated, and the brown ink slowly slipped down, and he didn't mention it again.

A soft "click---" broke the silence, and a blazing white light burst out from the container that the man was leaning on. A blazing flame wind engulfed the entire dock with a stream of metallic mist, instantly approaching the distance. Then colorful flames rose into the sky, as if the gods had left behind the earthly totemic flame pillars.

The crown of flames spread rapidly to the vicinity of the town, but it stopped abruptly, and then exploded violently, soaring into the sky. The layers of shockwaves seemed to be gathered by invisible hands, surging wildly towards the sky.

The fire tree blooms, the scorching flame is colorful, shining brightly in all worlds, and does not fall into the world.

The supreme solemnity, the awe-inspiring silence, the suffocating beauty.

The wave of qi struck, and Mo De, who was standing on the border, was instantly lifted away, and was once again sent out of the fire realm. And the bright red light of the flame also reflected the pale and childish face of the young man, and dried the undried tears on his cheeks. Tumbling to the ground, the boy stretched out his hand to the sea of flames, but withdrew it tremblingly.

In front of him is a picture of a sky flame, and behind him is an early autumn night scene.

Beside him, there was no one beside him.

"Why bother." Within the boundaries of the town, in the shadows of the alleys. A woman who was illuminated by the blazing white flame quietly looked at the pillar of flames that was close at hand but far away from the world, and couldn't help but sigh softly. In the next moment, she was like thunder. Taking off her glasses, she stared incredibly at the fireworks totem, the blazing flames and the whistling torrent of metal could no longer block her eyes, and the golden flowing gold in her eyes reflected the scene that made her unbelievable.

Above the sky, He descended from heaven with fire and blades.

Struggling to get up, he laughed and opened his arms to embrace Him.

The creature of the flame seemed to sense the prying eyes of mortals, and the moment a pair of candle flame eyes swept in, the woman only felt that the unspeakable high temperature and flames poured into her eyes, but she gritted her teeth and resisted the urge to turn her head away from her gaze. Or like a moth to a fire, the desire to peep at the truth and mystery overwhelms a woman's instinct to survive.

A hand burning with blood pulled the god's cheek back, embraced the petite figure made of flames, and kissed the god in a mortal manner, like a lover reunited after a long absence, tender as water, blazing as fire.

After a pause, the man's other hand took off the brown sunglasses that were in the center of the flame pillar but did not melt in the slightest, and gently threw them in the direction where she stopped, with a slight ruffian smile on his burning cheeks, raised his index finger, and gently made a "silence" gesture towards her, and then was pulled back by the flame god, and then invaded like fire, lingering like water.

As if with a wry smile of pampering, the man stretched out his burning palm, gently held up the flame with one hand, and gently covered her sight with the other hand like a curtain.

Blazing pain came with the infinite darkness like a tidal wave. Covering his hot eyes in pain, the gold flowing in his eyes had been burned red and blackened, and the black blood overflowing from the corners of his eyes was scalding into a white mist in this early autumn. For a moment before falling into a coma, she only had time to etch that scene in her mind.

It was a human being, a god kissing the flames.