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When will the pain of the night stop, can the broken heart in the sad twilight still set off a pure dream, what should be obtained is always full of lies, what should not be obtained is always entangled in the ears, the lonely can no longer be lonely The memory wanders lonely at the bottom of the thought and is gradually hidden by the wind and dust, only the churning blood endlessly stirs the melancholy in the corners of the eyes and gloomily sadness, the silent silence is finally left to yourself to taste, after all, the shallowness of human nature belongs to the vast majority of people, and the noble is destined to be abandoned in the desolate world to keep the clarity in the heart。

The boundless pitch black swallowed the light of the stars and the moon, spreading the gloom to cover the last blood-red light, and the fragile soul floated in the mysterious prophecy and could not escape the mockery of fate, leaving a sad heart floating in a trance between the blades of life and death. Lan Xingye, the king of light, came to the dormitory from Jingliana's prison, but his thoughts were still in Jingliana's complaints to himself, there were no warm greetings, only cold words, the pain piled up in his heart was like a stinking stagnant water that could not ripple at all, what bound him was a thousand incomprehensions, and what was waiting for him was ten thousand reluctances, Jingliana's words were like a stinger that shattered his originally arrogant heart, private love is often extremely fragile in the face of great love, especially by the gossip of the outside world, it is even more fragile, Jingliana regards her true love as more important than anything else, so she believes that only a small love can constitute a big loveHowever, she didn't know that this love was not as simple as she imagined, indulging in the humble love at the bottom could not release too much energy to ignite the blood-red dream, she eliminated a moment of anger in the boundless darkness, but was defeated by the high faith, the sound of dawn scratching pain condensed into blood in the bottom of her heart, and then froze on the wings of the night can not be washed away.

The King of Light was helplessly immersed in his own scars and counted the sorrows of others, he remembered that the King of Darkness Lu Zhuxuan broke free of the blood-red flame of light and galloped in the sky at will, that was the scene when he led the soldiers of the Kingdom of Light to climb the Demon Mountain to fight against the dark forces, the blood-red flames of light and the black lightning converged and separated, like a burning fire and the surging sea water collided together and pushed away, light and darkness seemed to stagnate at that moment, neither the bright day nor the bleak night, the soldiers of the Kingdom of Light finally killed the soldiers of the Kingdom of Darkness in the fury of deathOn the other side, the King of Light waved his blood-red wand but did not destroy the lonely soul of the Lord of Darkness, in the dark world it was the infinite dark tide that gave it shelter, allowing the original broken soul to struggle on the brink of death and regain its life, the King of Light stood on the desolate field for a long time and suppressed the loss in his heart, what he saw in his eyes was not the color of snow, but a dark and dull luster......

Now, he kept pacing in the dormitory, because he could not get rid of the lonely soul of the Dark Lord and was insulted by Crystal Lena, a series of troubles entangled together like a mess that could never be untied into a dead knot, he slowly walked to the window, the night could not give him an answer, only the faint stars with the light of the Milky Way shone through his sorrow little by little, the darkness of the day and night dripping with silent blood like his wounds, allowing ignorance to cover layer after layer of confusion, he hung his head gloomily, and saw not hope but despair......

The pitch-black twilight wandered lonely in the cold sky with nowhere to hide, so that a light blue imaginary dream shook to the side and piled up into foam, and the blood-red light flame was shattered by the cold light of the night before the wings of dawn could be left, so that the glimmer left in the galaxy could not leave anything but darkness. Lan Xingye, the king of light, still stood in front of the window and fell silently into sadness, his eyes were filled with a light color that was more vast than the night, it was a kind of sentimentality that could no longer flow out of his heart, he knew that he should keep that dream when he stood on the high power, no matter whether other people's eyes flew out of envy or hatred, the night could not stop the sound of dawn breaking through the dark tide and rushing to freedom, even if it was a desire stronger than light, he was willing to face it calmly and accept it bravely. At this time, the King of Light returned to the bed, he looked at the sleeping princess gently lifted the ends of her hair, and left a deep kiss on the forehead, the dark light of the night did not illuminate the sleeping dreamer, and could not wake up the soul in grief, the King of Light sat quietly on the edge of the bed, looking at the princess's snow-white cheeks dyed a red, gradually, he remembered the time when he led the soldiers of the Kingdom of Light to the magic mountain to meet Dugu Arrow.

The ice-blue sky reflected the ice-blue water, and between the sky and the sea floated a layer of light blue dreams, which led the dreamers to wander around until they came across the blood-red dream. Lan Xingye, the king of light, ordered the soldiers and spirit beasts of the country of light to quickly go to the magic mountain, and he stood alone in front of the castle and stared at the rising sun, the dark haze did not roll in the dark side of his soul after all, his eyes were also dyed with a touch of Xia Dan color by the dawn of the morning light, he remembered that there was a pleading in the eyes of the secret agent, when the dark king Lu Zhuxuan ruthlessly exposed him to the world of light, his flattering expression suddenly stopped forever like a frozen picture, and the king of light looked in amazement at his belief being deceived and clouded with layers of dark light and shadowThe night gave him a pair of eyes darker than the night, and he didn't know how to cut through the darkness to find the light, he stared for a long time at the traces left on the ground after the spy minister was dragged out, and let the dark and dreary twilight smash the crumbling city wall into ruins......

At this time, after the King of Light summoned the soldiers and spirit beasts of the Kingdom of Light, he was marching towards the dark world, and the blood-red warm tide was filled with brilliant brocades in the ice-blue sky, and there seemed to be a red in the blue on the earth. The red and blue band of light, the King of Light walked in the front, his blood-red armor bathed in the bright light of the morning light as if burning a layer of scorching flames, his eyes still left a trace of sadness set off by memory, the silent silence accompanied by the ticking of the clock little by little smoothed the gears of time, behind him followed by thousands of soldiers, they lined up in a phalanx and marched neatly towards the blood-stained banner, how could the dark haze stop people from constantly surpassing their own ideas, the sound of freedom resounded in the sky, and finally adhered to the soft heart to release passionBehind the soldiers, a large group of brave spirit beasts broke through the layers of twilight and looked for a trace of fresh life in the realm of death, but how could the heavy dark night wake up its dark and dreary dreams, countless beating souls crawled on the desolate wilderness and were waiting for the salvation of the soul. The King of Light walked between the warm tide and the undercurrent, with the chaos of light and darkness in front of him, and the chaos of light and darkness behind him......

The heavy twilight wandered coldly in the center of the sparse blood-red, and more dark black swept in and crushed the last trace of red light, and the wandering dust wandered out of the dark night, and then stopped in the halo of day, and finally had to return to the haze of the night. Lan Xingye, the king of light, led the soldiers through the dense forest, the dark light poured into his eyes, drawing a faint blue light wound on his eyes, he slowly stopped, and threw a heavy look in the distant direction, so that the lonely heart collided with a trace of warmth and stopped drifting. The petals of the lilac were covered with a layer of gray-white dust, like the defiled snow particles obsessively clinging to the sorrow of the smell of flowers, the lilac butterfly fanned the yellowish of the fallen leaves, the slanted solitary shadow accompanied by the fall of the butterfly set off the desolation of the field, and the silver-white mist wrapped around the trees and scattered a snowy frost between the trees, taking away the last trace of pure green condensed in the seeds.

The King of Light withdrew the last trace of light that remained in the corners of his eyes, lowered his head and silently sketched the distance between the earth and the heart, suddenly, from the depths of the dense forest, two huge beasts blocked their way, only to see one after another dark lone shadow cut through the originally bright smoke and dust, Chaos and Tao Wu lay in front of them staring at the eyes of the soldiers, the soldiers of the Land of Light moved backwards, their faces were full of horror, but how could these two fierce beasts refuse to give up the fragrance floating to the corners of their mouths, they opened their huge claws and pounced towards the scattered crowd, and suddenly, the black and oppressive twilight penetrated the warm tide that flew to the depths of their hearts, grabbed the whole warm soul and smashed it to the ground, the blue water connected with the trembling cry wandered in the invisible wasteland, as if a shallow dream was pushed into the scars of the abyss, chaos and Tao Wu fiercely tore the armor of the soldier like a machine that eats time, and the parts are worn out until only the waste residue remains, and then bites the skin and flesh until the bones meet the flying blood flowers, the soldier endured the severe pain and pulled out his sword and stabbed the inner abdomen of the beast, and the blood slipped down the blade into the dusty cheeks.