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The boundless pitch black searched for a faint blue dream in the dim sky, but such a lonely night could leave nothing but sorrow; the thin blood red faded away the golden wings that were originally glowing, and helplessly hit a layer of glowing dark gray glow, as if the bright blood red had suddenly been replaced by the pitch black of the sky; the pure silver white flowed out of the sleep of the stars, gently rendering the slightly sad night, as if a few bee butterflies flying in the stamens added some joy to the soul.

The cold night froze the brightest star before dawn, covering it with a heavy twilight that obscured its light, and the slow shaking of the stars did not give it the warmth of the night, leaving a sad dream to the lonely firmament. Lan Xingye, the king of light, comforted the princess who was conquered by the darkness, silently wiping away the tears that had not fallen, he knew that the lonely soul of the king of darkness was attached to the princess's body and disturbed her thoughts, this invisible pain was more complete than a loud complaint, he looked at the princess with tears on her face as if she was looking at a blank memory that she couldn't fill, and it was because he was too concerned about the safety of the country of light, so he made a close concern become a distant concern.

He blamed himself deeply, emotion and power are like two things that can't be glued together to squeeze each other again and again, he can't let go of the love in front of him, let alone abandon the power in his hands, the people of the country of light need a harmonious home, a bright world illuminated by light. He explained to the princess over and over again that all this was a conspiracy of the Lord of Darkness, and he did so to make a rift in their love, and the princess was still sobbing, her tears told the Lord of Light that she could not fully forgive him for her faults, and when the blood-red wand trembled more and more in front of her eyes, she seemed to feel that her life was so despicable, and the feelings of the two people were like two distant seasons that could not meet.

The King of Light saw that his sincerity could not move her, he did not know how else to get back a hug from her, once he had power and queen buried in his heart, he loved the queen because she could understand better that a great fraternity was more valuable than a selfish little love, he knew that the kingdom of light needed this love, this great love could immerse thousands of people in a happy world. After a few moments, the princess's cry changed from a whimper to a low one, and she could begin to understand the good intentions of the King of Light, who indeed valued his power more than love, but if a people did not have love, could their love last long? She knew that there was still a little bit of resentment in her heart that could not be erased, after all, not many people understood the feeling of a complete love not being soothed, but since she understood that the blood red of wandering in the sky was her ultimate goal, she should bury the lost attachment and pick up the broken dream again.

The dark haze is still spreading in the dark world, those invisible dark blue hide the last bit of light to soothe someone's heart, the earthy yellow dust is attached to the heavy twilight and cannot find the direction to continue wandering, can only collide with the black wings of the night and mourn alone. The face of the king of light, Lan Xingye, finally rippled with long-lost waves, his good intentions finally won the princess's understanding, once he cared more about his own power, and now it is more about the happiness of the two people, he knows that he is sorry for the princess too much, but he doesn't know how to make up for this love, at this time, he looked up at the dark night sky without a trace of sleep, the white light of the stars bleakly floated on the withered leaf petals, evoking his more lonely sentimentality, gradually, his thoughts returned to the time when he escorted Jinglena back to the country of light。

The vast twilight covered the last rays of twilight, pulling a huge barrier out of the place where the sun had fallen, covering the icy blue of the sky. Lan Xingye, the King of Light, finally escorted Jingliana back to the Land of Light, thinking back to the castle he had been away from for a long time, he still couldn't suppress the sadness in his heart and twitched. At this time, the crystal ball has fallen into the hands of the dark king Lu Zhuxuan, he will definitely use that divine prophecy to subvert the country of light and then rise again, Dugu Arrow also began to embark on the road to the magic mountain, his trip is to kill the dark king to regain the crystal ball, and Jingliana was also escorted back to the country of light by herself, waiting for her in addition to darkness and loneliness.

The King of Light jumped off his horse, he looked back at Crystal Lena who was mixed in the middle of the soldiers, he didn't know whether to choose to be silent or to step forward to comfort her, in front of him was a blood-red world illuminated by light, and behind him was an endless wasteland of pain, he wanted to send her spiritual comfort, but the words of the secret agent were like flames that burned his throat again and again, he did not understand why a person with power could become so weak in the face of power, and a person without real power could suddenly become so tall. He looked up at the spy minister sitting on horseback, not knowing what to say, he had told himself that the crystal ball had the power to rule the world, and that having the crystal ball was equivalent to having a dawn world, but now this unknown prophecy was ruthlessly consuming his will and eating away at his body. Every night in his dream, he saw the crystal ball floating in front of him but he couldn't touch it, he believed that it was a lie, but he couldn't expose this lie, the safety of the country of light was like a blue flower that had been overturned, and he only saw the cracks on the surface, but he couldn't see the brokenness inside.

The blood-red flame burned in the cold sky, whose dream was lonely, and the invisible warm tide that I saw drifted in the clouds hooked someone's soul, without a word of admiration, without a trace of compassion, quietly drawn into the shallow dream to find humble happiness. Lan Xingye, the king of light, escorted Jingliana to the prison, he didn't know what he could do at this time except to stand there in a daze, once Dugu Arrow led the soldiers of the Kingdom of Light to catch up with the dark king Lu Zhuxuan to the magic mountain, but now he only put Dugu Arrow's wife in prison because of the prophecy of a crystal ball, he didn't want to accept this reality, and he couldn't get rid of the fear of nightmares, when he thought of the pitch-black lightning once again ruthlessly devouring the blood-red light flame, he seemed to be frozen by a thousand years of cold ice and lost consciousness。

He saw that Crystal Lena's eyes were staring straight at the edge of the night, sinking little by little, and finally drifting into a large area of dark black mist, like an ice butterfly flying into the night flapping its condensed wings. As she walked towards the end of the prison, she saw a dark glow reflected in the dark twilight in her eyes, but this glow sank steadily in the middle of the night, and there was no sign of it. At this time, she could not feel a trace of warmth, the boundless darkness carried the lonely phantom by the tears in the corners of her eyes little by little, like the disappointment when the leaves blown to the sky by the wind could not return to their roots, her hands tightly grasped the iron door and her body curled up into a statue, no matter how much the fragments of memory soothed her, she could not fill her sorrow, and outside the prison, a huge fire-breathing dragon was spitting flames and lying by the door, its wings flapping against the coldness of the night to create a little faint light, as if the darkness was only wandering in the world that could be seen, and the light was rippling between the invisible mind。

The dark light of the night drifted from the sky to the ground, scratching the glimmer of fireflies, and the heavy twilight drifted over and floated in mid-air, hiding the pale yellow dreamland. Lan Xingye, the king of light, turned his gaze from the window to the princess, he saw her eyes flashing with a light as bright as stars, and he had already guessed that the ice in her heart was melting little by little, the conspiracy of the Lord of Darkness was not as difficult to break as he expected, as long as the love of two people solidified into a solid barrier, then no matter how big the waves were, it would not be able to break the peace of mind. When the night still soaked every heart that sank into warmth from the dim place, the Lord of Light finally returned to the real world.

The boundless pitch black was still extending to the edge of the light, gently touching the cool star in the galaxy, but the darkness kept approaching the blood-red center little by little, snubbing the still shivering galaxy and starlight. The King of Light, Lan Xingye and the Princess, were lying at the head of the bed, the estrangement between them had faded and there was no trace of them, and the relationship between the two had returned to the sweetness at the beginning, the King of Light could understand the loneliness of the Princess, he had poured most of his love into the Queen, and the Princess had been staying in that forgotten corner. At this time, he wants to give a complete love to the princess, a piece of happiness that has long been lost and re-picked, and in the same way, the princess can understand the indifference of the King of Light, who used to only know that she started from her own selfish love, and abandoned the fraternity that the people of the Land of Light held up in their hands, and now she gradually understands that only when everyone's heart is full of love, then she will receive true love.

The vast night stayed in the center of the flower to take away whose fragrance, only to feel that the outside world lacked feelings after a lot of cold, the king of light embraced the princess into his arms, thinking about the warmth he had not given her, he understood that the left side of love is attachment, the right side is missing, when two people are together, they can hug each other tightly, no one can do without who is attachment, and when two people suddenly separate and do not know how to cherish each other's feelings, the feeling of wanting to see and not wanting to see is missing. At this time, he was missing these two feelings, the princess did not give him attachment, nor did she give him thoughts, some were just the loneliness of the years crossing his fingertips but not leaving a trace, therefore, he could only repent deeply for himself, the late-blooming rose can also bloom in the thorns of the stump and leaves, he silently blessed, as if a floating wish was about to break through the obstacles of bad luck and be realized, gradually, a trace of tiredness hit the corner of his eyes, pulling him into a dream world full of red roses.