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The wings of the night set off whose loneliness, whose desire poked someone's wound in the confused dream, the dark blue mist froze coldly on the cold earth and flashed a touch of purple, but I couldn't see the blood red flowing into the eyes and formed a trace of touch with it, the broken moonlight poured down slowly like a river scratched by a dragonfly, touching the wings of a butterfly and touching the gloomy heart palpitations.

The bright light color hides in the low horizon and does not accept the charm of the night, the boundless pitch black can only float in the star-dotted dreams, and cannot be relieved by the soul, everything is like wandering dust, flying lonely on the bank of the illusory river, unable to find the way forward. The Lord of Darkness, Lu Zhuxuan, left Jingliana's prison and continued to flee along the tunnel, his lonely soul touched the desolation of the night and rolled up wave after wave, as if the god of death wandering in the abyss constantly inspired one ghost after another, the cold twilight froze on his eyelashes and could not give any hope, only the dark blue sea fading away the sorrow of the dream could send comfort to the soul.

He remembered that one night not long ago, Lan Xingye, the king of light, led the soldiers to rush up to the magic mountain to destroy the hegemony he had reopened, and the country of darkness that was being built could not withstand the trampling of powerful forces and turned into ruins in an instant, and the two forces fought fiercely in the desolate wilderness and couldn't tell which was the leader of freedom, the blood-red flames of light and the pitch-black lightning were intertwined to shatter one lonely dream after another, and finally the soldiers of the country of light killed most of the soldiers of the country of darkness, the scattered blood clots, severed arms, The pierced internal organs, the turbid ** filled the eyeballs with a foul smell, like the scrap copper and rotten iron that had been fermented for several years like a tide, he watched the hope of victory turn into foam little by little, and fled in a hurry with his tail between his legs after a raging fire, at this time, he was stationed in the dark world to avenge the destruction of the kingdom, the king of light shattered his dream, he was going to shatter the whole world, even if the price was too heavy, he was willing to do it, because he believed that he was a child of the night.

What is waiting for the long night, whether it feels that everything in front of you is not real enough or everything is an illusion, the trembling heart jumps out of the bondage of the flesh and wants to get something, whether it wants to get temporary peace or wants to be condensed into nothing, whose eyes are full of brilliant cherry blossoms, whether it is the eyes of the night that are tightly closed or the eyes that are slightly open at dawn. The Lord of Darkness dragged his lonely soul to wander towards the dark cold current little by little, his body had long been abandoned forever in the grave of the wasteland with the exhaustion of energy, there was no prosperity in the world, there was no gentle comfort, there was only a cold like a frozen night leaving a faint layer of loss, at this time, he looked up alone at a tearful star in the Milky Way, he found that this star seemed to be himself, lying in the corner without relying on the other stars to shine brilliantly, and all this seemed too far away from him, he waited for the loneliness of the sky, no direction to guide, no spiritual home, slowly slid into the memory of Dugu Arrow climbing the magic mountain alone to seize the crystal ball.

The heavy twilight shattered the bright blood-red of the sky, and countless remnants of light fell little by little with the low fall of the heart, and there was no hope in the dark abyss, and the scattered snowflakes sprinkled all over the surface and interior of the earth, just like the ruined cherry blossoms falling on the top of the eyelashes are hope, and falling below is sadness. The King of Darkness, Lu Zhuxuan, sat on the gilded throne for a long time and couldn't calm the anger in his heart, he already knew that Dugu Arrow had successfully passed through the hole to the wasteland, although he had already sent the Inhuman Tiansi Rain to stop Dugu Arrow's attack, but his suspicious heart always reminded himself that death was only in an instant, and any neglect could bury the illusion he had worked so hard to build, at this time, he ordered some of the soldiers and beasts of the Dark Kingdom to go to the wasteland to stop the attack, and the other part of the soldiers and beasts stayed in the Magic Mountain to guard their own territory, and suddenly, the pitch-black lightning split the poignant blood red again and againThe rolling haze covered every wisp of light with an overwhelming momentum, and the dark forces began the largest comeback, the heavy twilight erupted from the bottom of the abyss and permeated the sky, thick dust and huge sand and stones formed a powerful tornado between heaven and earth, and the whole world seemed to be eroded by the curse of death, leaving only the barren corpses struggling painfully in the snow-white tombs. At this time, the Lord of Darkness came to the front of the castle, he looked at the soldiers and beasts of the Dark Kingdom were rushing to the wasteland, the soul in his heart suddenly touched his conscience and quietly trembled, he tried his best to calm the restlessness of his heart and wiped the dark blue in the corners of his eyes, and let the thin blood red hit happiness fiercely and did not want to look back......

The dark light of the night silently pierced someone's chest through the beating heart, and the layers of flesh and blood connected the torso of the body and the sorrow of the outside world, and the shattered glow began to spread from the place illuminated by the stars to the edge of darkness, but it still could not dispel the inner hesitation and make the mind clear. The King of Darkness, Lu Zhuxuan, stayed in the vast night sky and didn't know where the road was, he looked at the snowflakes in the sky mixed with the falling cherry blossoms and remembered his brother, who was also a frozen thousand miles, In the winter of the wind and snow, he put his hands on his brother's cold chest to cover the blood flowing outward, and kept calling for the ice blue sky to give him an answer, but the crimson dawn did not attach to his poor eyes, a large white snowflake seemed to laugh at his ignorance, and from then on his mind was occupied by a pitch-black haze, and the distorted thoughts filled with the frenzy of killing completely turned him into another person, and everything seemed to be like a dream in the dark world, false and real, false and true. Now, he is still floating in the boundless snowy night for his brother to carry away the melancholy thoughts, that kind of family affection is clean without a trace of filth only a touch of thick warmth, gradually, he came back to his senses and told himself that he could not indulge in grief forever, he wanted to control the four kingdoms on the continent and form an alliance to fight against the country of light, maybe he would destroy himself and the whole world because of his mistakes, but he did not regret it, the twisted heart and the coldness of the night increased his desire again and again, and as the vague mind slowly became sober, he returned to the real world。

The boundless pitch black swept through the cold wind that froze whose wishes, whether the illusion as solid as ice could be broken by the reality that gradually became clear, and the bright blood-red flew lonely in the clouds and forgot where the wings were, only to see countless petals torn into pieces by the remnant sun and floating gloomily in the sky. The dark lord Lu Zhuxuan pondered for a long time, and decided to go to the land of flowers first, his lonely soul shimmered with a snow-white luster like a layer of cold frost, and the dark fragrance of the cherry blossoms soaked in the dark night was gently smeared with a cold bleak light, as if a remnant dream buried in the abyss of death was dismantled by corpses and bones could not find the hometown of the soul.

The Lord of Darkness dragged his lonely soul to fly towards a country with the fragrance of birds and flowers, his eyes were still indifferent in addition to indifference, when the blood-red flame began to knock off one of the edges of the haze, the Lord of Darkness finally came to the land of flowers, his lonely soul fell to the ground and rolled up a rancid fragrance of flowers, which was the smell of pure rain and dirty water fused together, he crept through the corridor to the bedroom of the king of the country of flowers, and was about to float in through the crack in the door, when suddenly a vague black shadow appeared behind him, and the Lord of Darkness was startled by this mysterious shadow for the first time, His lonely soul curled up in cringe and did not dare to make a sound, and when he turned around and found that it was a beautiful girl standing beside him, his cheeks that were like being humiliated suddenly turned red like a persimmon that had been killed by frost, he stood up straight angrily, and spit out an evil black mist into the girl's mouth, the girl's eyes turned from the original silver white to pitch black, and a large piece of dignified black mist converged to the heart little by little, and then spread to all corners of the body. spread, and finally the girl's eyes went black, and she fell crookedly, and this girl was the princess of the country of flowers, Blue Diamond Tears.

The King of Darkness easily entered the king's bedroom after the blue diamond tears, and he saw clearly that the sleeping person was the king of the country of flowers by the reflection of the moon on the bed, and the cold moonlight shone on the king's face like a lilac blooming in the harsh winter, and fell petals, condensing into a line of sorrow, and the bleak starlight caressed the king's arm and gave a moist heart to the vastness of the night, but found that the imaginary dream in front of him was not as quiet and serene as they imagined. The Lord of Darkness flew lightly above the monarch, he opened the mouth of the black hole and was about to release a powerful black mist, and the monarch who fell into a dream woke up as if he had been scorched by fireworks, he looked at the black shadow in front of him and let out an exclamation, and grabbed the sword and stabbed at the black shadow, but the lonely soul of the Dark Lord had just been poked out of a big hole and quickly closed, the sharp blade could not stop the desire from surging up again and again, the monarch watched helplessly as his hands swayed in the night sky but could not touch the phantom of light, the Lord of Darkness sensed that the monarch had lost the ability to resist, and spit out more intenselyThe monarch of the country of flowers was confused by this evil black fog and lost consciousness, his eyes flew over the bloody skull for a while, and the internal organs of the white flowers flew for a while, and gradually, he felt that the Milky Way in the sky seemed to be swallowed up by the black twilight and there was no trace of light, even the glimmer of hiding on the edge of the bed did not escape the eyes of the night, he stretched out his hands and grabbed the indifferent tail of the night, until the palm of his hand fell heavily on the parallel line between the ground and the bed... ...