The faint blue light still shimmered brightly in the invisible places, and only a trace of the glow of the light that came out of the cracks warmed the heart of the night, as if pitch black had occupied this world frozen by the haze from the beginning. The King of Darkness, Lu Zhuxuan, stared at the snowflakes and cherry blossoms in the sky, and couldn't help but arouse a touch of sadness in his heart, the colder the night, the more sad his heart became, and there was more cold lurking behind the sadness, he stood silently in the frozen snowy region, not knowing if the dark twilight could take away the broken memory, a mysterious prophecy made a group of people who were passionate about faith lose the right to pursue their dreams, and also made a beautiful lie sprout shallow love after being apocryphal. At this time, the Lord of Darkness was intoxicated by such painful memories and could not extricate himself, and he did not believe that the happiness he had just obtained was about to be quietly lost before he could hold it in the palm of his hand.

So he waved his transparent wand and struck it in the night sky, and a cluster of lightning exploded and extinguished before his eyes, and suddenly, he saw several wounded ghosts floating from the edge of the light, their souls covered with a large patch of bloody blood, like snowflakes crushed into mud and clinging to the earth and losing their souls.

The Lord of Darkness immediately withdrew his wand and asked, "My ghosts, why are you the only ones coming back, and where are the other ghosts?"

"Lord King, all our ghosts are in a fierce battle with the soldiers of the Land of Light, they are no match for us at all, and when the blood-red tide is about to pay tribute to these poor souls, the King of Light rushes out of the castle, and he wields his blood-red wand to kill most of our ghosts, and only a few of us have escaped. A ghost wept and said sadly.

"It's all my fault, if I hadn't gloated and returned to the Dark Realm, we wouldn't have lost so many ghosts. The Dark Lord's lips trembled, and he said helplessly.

"Don't blame yourself too much, my lord, although we have killed so many ghosts in battle, the soldiers stationed outside the castle of the Land of Light have basically perished, and their sacrifices are much more tragic than ours!" said another ghost, pushing and rushing forward.

"My ghosts, I will not let the ghosts who have lost their lives die in vain, I will use pitch-black lightning to sweep the kingdom of the Lord of Light and avenge them!" said him, the wand in the hand of the Lord of Darkness was already on fire.

Suddenly, the shallow sadness diluted the memory, and only hatred remained in the world, and as soon as the faint blue light broke out of the twilight, it was dragged by the tail of the swept dust, and only to hear bursts of pain between heaven and earth......

The sorrow that had spread over the night had not faded, and the heavy twilight mixed with dust had driven the sorrow from the heart to the sky, leaving only the white snowflakes with the cherry blossoms falling into the dark abyss. The King of Darkness, Lu Zhuxuan, calmed his emotions for a moment, he didn't understand that so many ghosts suddenly became so rare as if they had evaporated from space, when the undercurrent formed by the killing was filled with the smell of blood and smeared a layer of salt in the scars of memory, his beating heart could no longer tolerate a little grief, and slowly sank into it towards the edge of life, at this time, he seemed to see the rising sun shining on his face, and the golden yellow of his eyes hurt the stars floating in the night, and gradually, he remembered the time after he got the crystal ball。

The pitch-black twilight dissipated in the light world without leaving a trace, only a little ghostly light on the edge of the warm tide, but in the dark world, a large area of haze gathered together cut through the dark blue that had frozen into ice, and spread towards the boundless dark tide. The dark lord Lu Zhuxuan left the queen and returned to the dark country, the ancient book called "Secret" was deliberately thrown in the corridor of the castle, from the beginning he carefully planned this cold deception, once the secret of the crystal ball deceived him, when the black lightning shot into the crystal ball still could not change the fate of the defeat, he swore that he would use a mysterious prophecy to blind every pair of bright eyes. So, he found pen and ink to write a book called "The Secret" When the day turned to night, and the uninterrupted change of night turned to day, he finally drew the last end of this ancient book, but he found that the book he had just written was unusually new, and could not confuse everyone who was happy to run for a dream, so he took out the pitch-black wand and lightly tapped it on the title page a few times, and saw that the book was suddenly much older, and the handwriting was blurred a lot。

Now he is immersed in the little secret he fabricated, he feels that the prophecy of the crystal ball is still as distant and unpredictable as in the past, but this short-term happiness can not send him much comfort, a lie shattered may be a dream that has been brewing for a long time, he believes that what he can't get is not something that others can get, a series of question marks can not form a perfect period, but it can create an exclamation point, but this exclamation point is false from the beginning, deceiving one after another dreams of the heart, he knows that the price is huge, but he can't control his conscience that is distorted by desire, between fraternity and desire, he chooses the latter, because the night has always told him that he is a child of the night.

The light of dawn lit up the last star left in the night, and soaked the crimson glow to print a poignant bright color, and the wandering dust fell peacefully to the earth with the help of the wings of the clouds, and only a faint trace of dust drifted in the air, lonely looking for the sorrow of the night. The Lord of Darkness, Midori Zhuxuan, woke up from the nightmare of death, and he remembered that the ghosts of the dead had turned into sorrow in his thoughts again and again, just as strong desires could not find a place to vent and could only accumulate into hard wounds, at this time, the ice blue sky reflected the impression of the sea, and the bright world still began to flow with the fragrance of milk, leaving only the cherry blossoms that had fallen into the dream and flew wantonly......