Sang Sang cried, tears slid across the slightly black little face, and fell on Ning Que's body, the black cloth suddenly hardened, fell to the ground, and turned into ice beads, each of which was so crystal round and the size was exactly the same.

A very small cracking sound sounded in her body, like bones being crushed into countless fragments, as if flesh was decomposing, and more like hard ice was constantly compressing.

The cold aura in her body was finally completely released.

A dark ball, centered on her body, spread out in all directions, holding her Ning Que, was instantly knocked dozens of zhang away, and wherever the breath went, the fields froze, the grass was covered with frost, and there was no life!

Ning Que fell heavily to the ground, spit out blood with a pop, and the blood instantly froze, and it wasn't until the third mouthful of blood that it began to heat up.

He was shaken away by the cold breath, but the big black umbrella stayed in place, right at Sangsang's feet.

Sangsang squatted down, picked up the big black umbrella, and then opened it.

The cold aura continued to be released from her body towards the wasteland, and after those formless and insubstantial breaths met with the real nature, they turned into a cold black cyclone, rolling up the sand on the ground, and dancing around her body, looking like a black cloud of smoke.

From the beginning of falling in the small courtyard of Chaoyang City in the Moon Wheel Country, the black crow has always followed Sangsang, hovering and flying in the sky above her head, at this time, when Sangsang changed, more than ten black crows seemed to sense something, quacked and flew wildly, flapping their black wings and constantly flying towards the sky, as if they wanted to get as far away from her as possible, until finally they all flew into the dim clouds.

The cloud had been following Sangsang for a longer period of time, having not left since the beginning of the Western Wastelands. The more and more it gathers, the thicker and thicker it is, the light penetrates and refracts hard, and gradually turns into dark clouds, but the clouds themselves should be white.

After a dozen black crows flew into the clouds, they turned into small black dots, like someone dripping a few clouds of thick ink in the urn of washing the pen, and the color of the clouds gradually became darker and darker.

On the wasteland ground, black smoke and dust still roared and danced around Sangsang's body. The cold breath followed the big black umbrella in her hand and went towards the high sky.

If the scepter in the hand of the head of the Xiling Temple is a wick, turning the light and heat released by the magic into a real burning flame, brightening the southern sky, then the big black umbrella in Sang Sang's hand is like a brush, dipped in the cold breath in her body. The clouds of the north were blackened.

More than a dozen black crows are just ink spots dripping before the pen is put down, and the real black comes from Sangsang himself.

The dark clouds rolled violently, then suddenly stopped, calmly receiving the cold breath from the large black umbrella on the ground, becoming darker and darker at a speed visible to the naked eye, more and more like a piece of paper covered with ink, until at last it became solidified ink, with nothing but black.

What is black? Black is the absence of light. At this time, the northern sky of the wasteland was black without light, except for the absence of stars. It looked like night.

Night does not appear during the day, there will be stars on the night dome. Then the night that appears during the day and has no stars is naturally not an ordinary night, or it will have another name.

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"What's going on?"

"Why is it dark over there?"

"Is this the eternal night?"

The people on the ground of the wasteland, looking at the sky divided by light and darkness, did not exclaim, did not scream, muttered to themselves, they were so shocked that even the feelings of shock and fear had been forgotten. His expression was numb and confused, as if he had lost his soul.

The Xiling Temple coalition forces stood under the bright sky in the south, looking at the dark night in the north.

I don't know how long it took, but people finally came to their senses and started screaming, and they started crying in pain. Someone tried to escape, but all the horses collapsed to the ground in terror, and there was chaos.

The desolate man stood under the black night sky of the north. Looking at the light in the south, everyone knelt down again, clenched their fists to their chests, closed their eyes, and prayed calmly and reverently, waiting for the arrival of the Immortal King.

Ning Que got up with difficulty and walked towards Sangsang in front again.

Before deciding to leave the Desolate tribe and go south, he knew that something might happen to Sangsang, and maybe even something more terrible than death, because she would wake up and be seen by Hades.

He doesn't care about the invasion of the underworld, the eternal night is coming, he only cares about how Sangsang is now.

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Sangsang is fine now.

The rays of light from the bright southern sky could no longer fall on her, and the wisps of blazing light would be strangled by those dark and cold breaths every time they shone in front of her. And the cold aura in her body could no longer bring her any pain.

Sangsang is very bad now.

She looked to the south, although it was very far away, she could now see the picture of the Xiling Temple coalition army clearly, and even see all the details, including the expressions on everyone's faces.

She saw that the faces of those people were full of horror, full of anxiety, full of cowardice, full of hatred, full of sadness, full of all negative feelings, but she didn't see liking.

In today's world, no one will like her anymore.

Sang Sang looked down at the tips of his shoes sticking out of the hem of his skirt, looked at the two blooming ice and snow lotus flowers under his feet, and said in a low voice: "Before the teacher died, he kept looking at the north, and now I understand that what he saw at that time was me now, and it turned out that he had already determined that I was the shadow of the night." ”

Ning Que walked behind her and reached out to take her hand.

Sangsang's feet stepped on the lotus flower made of ice and snow, as if they were not touching the ground, and her body seemed to have no weight at this time, just a transparent and non-material existence.

Ning Que asked, "How do you feel now?"

Sang Sang said in a low voice: "Feeling...... It seems to be very powerful. ”

Ning Que said, "Do you like it?"

Sang Sang shook his head and said, "I don't like it." ”

Ning Que said: "Bear with me." ”

Sangsang said: "I can't help it. ”

Ning Que asked, "Why don't you like it?"

Sangsang raised his head, looked south, and said, "Because no one will like me anymore." ”

Ning Que said: "It's a little bit promising, at least be sober." ”

Sangsang asked, "What do you call sobriety?"

Ning Que said: "You look so ugly, and your temper is not good, except for me, no one in this world likes you, even if no one likes you now, as long as I still like you, there is no difference from before." ”

Sang Sang thought for a while and said, "It seems to be the truth. ”

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(Half a day of light and half a day of darkness, many people have written, what impressed me the most, is the paragraph in the blasphemy of the smoke man, it is very shocking to watch, this section in the night, of course, is affected, including the relationship between the great prophecy and the Buddha's words, but this section in the night, in terms of source interpretation and meaning, is a completely different thing, and it can even be said, well, no spoilers, I can only say that I am good at writing sitcoms...... This chapter is only 2,000 words, so I'm so sleepy, I'll write a single chapter and go to sleep, and I'll see you tomorrow, or a single chapter later. (Your support on this site is my biggest motivation.) )