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The night shook the breath of darkness, making the earth make a dull whimper, as if the night was going to swallow up the pre-dawn flame of light on the dark earth, the outline of the castle was imprinted in the deep corridors like the shadows of a tomb, emptying the way to a world without light, and the snow-white bed reflected the lonely body, and the lonely ghost could not resist the temptation of desire, and hooked the soul of man to a place where he could never find it.

Lan Xingye, the king of light, lay asleep soundly on the bed, and gradually sank into a nightmare shrouded in darkness. In his dazed sleep, a flickering figure approached his body, and then crashed into his mind, his eyes radiated blood-red flames to disperse a large area of boundless darkness, he saw the darkness change into all kinds of bizarre shapes, the dark turbidity through his eyes pierced his whole soul, his mouth opened slightly, the dark twilight trembled at the tip of his tongue, he felt an unstoppable undercurrent invade his bone marrow.

The Lord of Light's nostrils drilled into large and small dust, and he smelled that the dust seemed to be dyed with a layer of pitch black, and the pitch black was slowly moving away, until it was closer to the edge of darkness, and he heard the dark blue sky in **, and the sound that seemed close to each other broke his heart again and again. The moment the darkness covered the whole sky, he heard a heavy and mournful sound from the sky, and then even his little wish was drowned out in the mournful sound, and his body was shrinking little by little, like a new sprout withering in the darkness, and the darkness was now pulling him out of another darker country, that place was the abyss of death, the world of no light to be seen.

The Lord of Light tossed and turned in his terrible sleep, he wanted to open his eyes, but his eyes seemed to be blocked by a black barrier of fiery red light, the more he tried to break free, the more difficult it was to break free, the pitch black seemed to have transferred into his eyes, and there was an invisible black tide in his mind, it was the power of darkness that was penetrating his thoughts, he knew that in this long dark night he could only be at the mercy of darkness, but when the morning star shook its wind-like figure in the sky, he felt that the blood-red dawn had already lit up the cold sky into a warm heart。 However, it was an unusual night, and he was keenly aware that the darkness had turned into a lonely ghost, and he had been pulled into the abyss of night again and again.

When the dawn of dawn smeared the sky with blood-red traces, the Lord of Light, Lan Xingye, finally woke up from the infestation of darkness, and the faint undercurrent solidified in front of his eyes into a lightning-like light that rushed into the red light on the edge of the sky, and he could still feel the pitch-black shadows swallowing his mind and soul. At this time, his thoughts touched the low horizon, like the waves hitting a reef and washing away the sea level, a blue and melancholy cloud floated in his heart, and a dark gray mist surged up and choked his throat, and gradually, he returned to the day when the dark king Lu Zhuxuan led the soldiers to Dugu Jian's house to snatch the crystal ball.

The sky that day was as full of death and fear as the darkness he had encountered in his sleep, and he stood in front of the castle and watched the sky be enveloped in a huge whirlpool by the dark haze, and when the pitiful blood red fell on the sky and slowly faded, he knew that the dark forces were growing stronger and stronger at a torrential speed, and he seemed to see that the sky was still pitch black, the earth was still pitch black, and the sea was still pitch black, and his face and heart couldn't help but climb into a black color。

The King of Light knew in his heart that after he and Dugu Arrow severely injured the King of Darkness Lu Zhuxuan and drove him to the Magic Mountain, the Lord of Darkness was still ambitious, he was always ready to make a comeback, his strong desire twisted his heart, made him completely crazy, in order to uphold the glory of the Dark Country, he lost his conscience like an untamed beast, and could not find his body and soul in the lonely sky.

Darkness drowned the blood-red in the sky, and the Lord of Light had long expected a deep black current to rush towards him. He immediately returned to the main hall and summoned all the ministers to discuss what had happened to the terrible thing, and when the quiet hall turned into a noisy bazaar, the ministers stood in a row like ugly shells. The Lord of Light asked them to guess what was causing the sky to be so dark, and the ministers pushed and shoved each other, refusing to give their opinions.

When the King of Light saw their embarrassed appearance, he asked the minister beside him to explain the reason, and at this time, a minister walked out, and he cowered and said, "Sovereign, the sky is obviously clear, but the edges are slightly painted with a layer of darkness, maybe this hateful haze has affected your Yaxing!"

The King of Light shook his head, gestured, and let him retreat, and then, another one walked out, and he said: "Sovereign, these days have been gloomy for so long, I'm afraid there is going to be a storm, maybe the sky also wants to vent the anger in its heart, I believe that after the storm our Kingdom of Light will be stronger, and the world will be more peaceful." ”

The King of Light frowned and was helplessly silent for a long time. Suddenly, an outspoken minister stood up and said, "Sovereign, there is an eerie dark light in the sky, which means that our country of light is in disaster, and I guess it is the rise of the Lord of Darkness that has affected the color of the sky, and the growing dark light is a sign that our world is falling into misery and death step by step!"

When the ministers heard this, they were frightened like stiff puppets, and they stood there as if they were stepping on pins and needles, and the King of Light nodded with satisfaction, walked over and helped him up with both hands, and said: "I am very pleased that you are the only one among these ministers who dare to speak the truth! As the king of the kingdom of light, I have decided to keep you by my side for the rest of my life, for you will be my most trusted minister." ”

The Lord of Light looked back at the ministers who only complimented him, and continued: "Now that darkness is approaching our castle, and our world is about to fall or perish, I have sent you to see what has happened, and I will reward you well when I return." The faithful minister walked out of the castle, and the sky was covered with darkness as a kingdom darker than Hades, and his hand waved to the sky, and a bright dark red gathered in his eyes, and he raised his feet and ran wildly through the darkness.

The dark light swept through the eyes of Lan Xingye, the king of light, and when he woke up from his sleep, he felt that his eyes were filled with shallow undercurrents, and the warm morning light did not bring comfort and joy to his heart, but entered another darkness after the morning light, and the blood-red light flame burned the sky and reflected the earth, but his heart was still as cold as the cold winter of Sanjiu. He got out of bed and ordered his servants to call the faithful minister, who had been told by the Lord of Light years ago to see what had happened outside, and who still trusted him as his right-hand man.

He confided in the minister the knot of death left in his heart, and said, "My dear servant, I had a terrible nightmare last night, and my mind was full of darkness, can you explain the reason for me?"

The minister looked at his pale face and said calmly: "Sovereign, it's normal to have nightmares, maybe you've been too tired lately and affected your sleep!"

"But I can feel a huge lonely soul wandering in my mind, and his powerful magic is irresistible!" said the Lord of Light, putting his hand on his forehead and bitterly.

"Sovereign, are you saying that there is a terrible lonely soul tormenting you in your sleep, let me think about it," the minister pondered for a moment, and then said, "I remember that there is a tyrannical minister in our castle, who often holds a grudge against you for not being able to reuse him, and he must have disturbed your dreams!"

"But I always felt that it wasn't him, and that the pitch-black figure in my sleep was much more powerful than him, and I guessed it might be darkness...... Dark ......" the Lord of Light muttered in fear, not wanting to mention the name of the Dark Lord.

"Nonsense!" the minister's face turned pale, but he immediately regained his composure, and he said, "Monarch, the Lord of Darkness, Lu Zhuxuan, has been killed by Dugu Arrow, how can a dead man hurt you, I think it must be the hateful minister who has entered your consciousness, he may want to seize the throne of the Kingdom of Light, and then establish his own great achievements." ”

"You have some truth in what you say, how can a dead man compete with me, and he is the only one I think wants to hurt me," the King of Light breathed a sigh of relief and said arbitrarily, "I now order you to go to his palace quickly, and escort him back and put him in prison." ”

"Yes!" the faithful minister smiled coldly, his eyes flashing with a dark light, and continued, "Sovereign, you have rejuvenated the country and the country, and there are clear rewards and punishments, and I firmly believe that the tomorrow of the Kingdom of Light will be even better!" The King of Light was softened by his sweet words, nodded happily, and personally escorted him out of the castle.

The lonely sky slept alone in the lonely world, the gray haze was flooded with pitch-black smoke rolling up and down in the black dust, the king of light, Lan Xingye, looked at the figure of the faithful minister who disappeared into the dark world, just as he had seen his figure when he ran wildly in the darkness, he felt a dark yellow and heavy object pressing down on him from the top of his head, the darkness squeezed into his eyes again, there was an insurmountable obstacle floating in front of his eyes, and the pitch-black light was close to the heart that was about to pop out, and gradually, he fell into the memory that had no time to turn, no consciousness to stayIt was a world as terrible as it is now, a place where the faithful minister used to look for the source of darkness.

The forces of darkness converged into a powerful river that flowed towards the world ruled by the Lord of Light, like a muddy current poured into a mire, and the more turbid it was, the more it had the momentum to move forward. The Faithful Minister showed no signs of flinching in the dark world, his blood-red eyes like sharp blades cutting through the shadow of the night's camouflage, and he firmly believed that the source of darkness lay in the lonely world not far ahead. He still ran, his figure rising and falling like a thin piece of paper against the darkness, his feet on the pitch-black earth, bursting out of a stone as hard as a piece of iron, his palms clenched into fists, like clutching a dream lit by light.