The reality is still cruel.

Mo Siyi rubbed his chin and pondered: "It is worthy of being the descendant of the ancestors, and this hand-shaking shopkeeper really has the demeanor of the ancestors back then." ”

Meng Li rolled his eyes widely.

……

It was a space enveloped in a thick white mist, and everything was blurry, as if draped in a veil.

He could only feel that there should be a hot spring beneath him, and he floated quietly on the surface, the warm spring water surrounding him.

But he still felt cold, the bone-chilling cold eroded his limbs, and his hands and feet were already stiff.

He tried to twist his neck, and when he looked to the side, he spotted the lotus flower in full bloom.

There were only lotus flowers in the hot springs, and there were no leaves, and even though the white mist blurred their appearance, the delicate color was the only vivid color in this white space.

A faint fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose, and he felt a little itchy in his nose.

The sound of ticking water came and went, but other than that, the space was so quiet that he could hear his own heartbeat.

He's still alive.

There was no joy, no sadness, he felt a little bland, even boring.

Suddenly, a man called his name.

He finally reacted, looking at the source of the sound.

A person appeared in the white mist, dressed in white and with white hair, almost merging with this white space, as if he was just his hallucination.

But, he really exists.

"It's over, you don't have the meaning to exist anymore." He said this indifferently, with his back to him, without looking back.

No existential significance?

There was a blank look in his eyes.

Suddenly, he felt death approaching, his eyes widened in horror, and he wanted to struggle, but under this force, he couldn't move.

Powerful, more powerful than he has ever encountered!

In front of him, he seemed to be a stone at the foot of the mountain, and he was the majestic mountain.

"Do you want to live?" His voice sounded again, and the feeling of oppression in his body was gone.

For the first time, he felt so close to death.

This man is strong!

It was a thought that crossed his mind.

is so strong that a word can determine his life and death, and he has no power to resist.

"Who are you!" He asked, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

For some reason, even if he had just almost killed him, he couldn't reject him.

This is something he has never encountered before.

He has always been a very affectionate person.

The man behind the white mist moved, and he slowly turned around, his appearance exposed to his vision.

At that moment, a storm set off in his heart, and something he had always believed in was crumbling.

"Got it?" The cold and detached voice, without any emotion, sounded again.

At that moment, he felt as if he was dead.

- God said: I created you and gave you the same look, the same voice, and my feelings, so you are another me.

……

When Celestial Blaze left the Monri, it was almost dawn, but he met an unexpected person.

"Dire?" She looked at the black-clothed young man standing not far away suspiciously, and asked, "Why are you here?" ”

Dire turned slowly, and the moonlight sprinkled on his beautiful face, adding some softness, and the already bewitching face was now even more bewitching and handsome, and the anticipation was fascinating.

"You haven't come back for a long time, I don't worry, I'm afraid you're in danger, so I came out to look for you." Dire replied, staring at her for a moment.

For some reason, those eyes made Tianchi feel a little enchanted.

——Digression——

This is digging a pit and filling a pit, hehe, muffled to do things!

I heard that you want to see the solitude plot of Skyblazing and Dire, arrange! But you have to wait for tomorrow, tomorrow will start the fourth watch, you don't hurry up and hand over the recommendation ticket you are holding!

mua~ Good night and love you guys!

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