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As soon as the snow-white flame of light threw off the flickering silver wings, the black twilight pierced the sky and shrouded the dark side of the soul; the heavy earth quietly warmed up the last ray of light in the day, and was gloomily clothed with the boundless pitch black that the night gave it; the pure galaxy struggled to break free from the slight coolness brought by the cold light, and gathered countless stars to form a river of light.

Crystal Lena rose from her prison and saw the Milky Way in the distance through the iron window, the light of the Milky Way drifting from afar and resting on her eyes, and then moving towards the edge of her mind until a faint light shone out. At this time, there is no longer a dark blue sadness left in her heart, Dugu Arrow's change of heart let her see the hope of life, she can hear the sound of clattering horses' hooves echoing in her ears, like a deep kiss to her lips, she saw Dugu Arrow walking alone in the swamp, the green grass next to her reflected two pure dreams next to the clear pool, she smelled the smell of epiphany in the air, the thick fragrance of flowers intoxicated the long night, but ushered in a short dream.

Jingliana returned to the prison from the window, and the cold inside and the splendor outside formed a chasm, and this chasm collided with the two ends of the night, one light and the other darkness. She sat down, leaned her back against the wall, and slowly closed her eyes, her memories only wanted to stay outside, the brilliant starlight connected to the clarity of the Milky Way sprinkled her eyes, and gradually, she opened up a beautiful picture with the legend of love between Epiphany and Veto.

Epiphany was a flower goddess, she bloomed every day, the four seasons were brilliant, unconsciously she fell in love with the young man who watered and weeded her every day, and later the Jade Emperor learned about it, so he was furious to break up the mandarin ducks. The Jade Emperor arrested the god of flowers, demoted her to an epiphany that can only bloom for a moment a year, prevented her from seeing her lover again, and sent the young man to Vulture Mountain to become a monk, giving him the name Wei Tuo, so that he could forget the past and forget the god of flowers.

Many years have passed, Wei Tuo really forgot the god of flowers, devoted himself to studying Buddhism, and gradually succeeded, but the god of flowers can not forget the young man who once took care of her, she knows that every year in late spring, Wei Tuo always has to go down the mountain to collect morning dew sencha for the Buddha, so the epiphany chose to open at that time, she gathered the essence of the whole year bloomed at that moment, hoping that Wei Tuo could look back at her, can remember her, but thousands of years have passed, Wei Tuo has come down the mountain year by year to collect morning dew, and the epiphany has bloomed silently for a year, and Wei Tuo has never remembered her。

Jingliana recalled the love legend of Epiphany and Wei Tuo, she felt a poignant tear wet her eyelashes, their love tragedy extended in her heart, but she could not touch the deepest trace of sadness, because she knew that she was happy now, the shadow of Dugu Arrow slipped from her eyes into her eyes and jumped from her eyes to her eyes, she felt the happiness of the two people again and again, and let the cold of the night annihilate that simple dream.

At this time, she slid down and lay flat on the weeds, staring blankly at the roof, and she saw that the black afterglow was still so intense, like a relief frozen on the surface of the beautiful jade holding up people's desire to keep rolling. She then closed her eyes, wanting to stay forever in the world of joy, but the night was hypocritical after all, and the temporary happiness might only last a quarter of an hour of peace, and after the peace there would still be endless sorrow, and she deceived herself like the night deceived the dawn......

The pitch-black twilight shot in from the prison with a bolt of lightning, and the intense light swallowed up Crystal Lena's long-buried thoughts little by little, and she was still immersed in a short light dream, like the ethereal happiness of the Milky Way on the horizon, the more she tried to grasp it, the more she couldn't grasp it. The figure of Dugu Arrow appeared in her mind again, she saw that he was followed by the monster blood elf, in the first dream she did not find his figure, maybe he wanted to plot an unknown secret, a guy who was as ugly as his heart on the outside, no one knew where he was going, what he was looking for, a large cloud of confusion seemed to be unraveled but there was still something missing, is the crystal ball really the only faith that rules the world?

The Lord of Darkness, Lu Zhuxuan, seemed to have been deceived by the crystal ball once, and when he listened to the words of the inhuman Tian Siyu and waited for one hundred and twenty days, the crystal ball was still the same crystal clear, The huge crystal ball, he also believed that it deceived himself, but in the most desperate time, his black wand saved him, when the black lightning shot into the crystal ball, the snow-white light finally disappeared without a trace, even he himself couldn't believe that his wand would have such a powerful magic power, Jingliana's eyes stayed on the picture of the blood elf, she wanted to know what was hidden in his heart, she was afraid that his existence would affect Dugu Arrow's will, but she couldn't understand anything, the blood elf's wish was only known to him, there was a contradictory psychology that gave him freedom and gave him restraint......

The boundless darkness turned into a beautiful flame of light that soaked the sorrow in people's hearts, and the heavy haze disguised as bright stars fluttered left and right in the gap of the night, but the heart attacked by desire was still sleeping on the edge of fantasy, and the hazy light and shadow could not arouse her doubts about the dream in the slightest. Crystal Lena's consciousness had sunk into the vast deep dream, and she felt the dark figure creeping close to her eyes, but this dark shadow was not as terrifying as she imagined, but a bright and soft light everywhere. At this time, the condensed light became bigger and bigger, and the golden light set off a clear and bright river in her mind, and suddenly, the golden yellow on the outside collided with the golden yellow on the inside, and Jingliana's eyes seemed to be pierced by dazzling gold, and her pupils dilated into a full moon extending the outside world.

She was amazed to see that the prison had become a golden house, the light had soaked the weeds on the ground like a newlywed carpet, the walls were yellow as if they had been soaked with kumquat juice, and the pitch black of the roof had already turned into an infinite golden yellow, as if the moon in the sky had suddenly been moved to the eyes. Jingliana looked around at everything that could not happen, just like a desperate heart suddenly saw a blood-red flame, she guessed that it might be the king of light, Lan Xingye, who was afraid that she couldn't bear the loneliness and fear, so he waved his blood-red wand in the air, giving the cold prison a glimmer of light, but he still felt guilty, and let the wand emit a blood-red tongue of fire, turning the prison into a golden house.

Jingliana's mind was still fantasizing, slipping from shallow dreams to deep dreams, and from deep dreams back to shallow dreams, but the backlog in her heart was more of a desire for light. She thought that maybe it was because the Lord of Light was afraid of disturbing her peace that he didn't wake her up, he wanted to give her an unexpected surprise, from the loneliness of the heart to the reality of the outside world. Tears welled up in her eyes, and drop by drop fell into the golden light, and she stood up to find that the desire in her heart had been reduced considerably, and that golden wealth was no longer an unattainable dream. At this time, she was sleeping in the golden house, and there was a bright and dark golden yellow in front of her, which was the world she had been looking forward to, lying in a dream surrounded by money, and a lot of gold coins fell and fell......

The darkness of the night allowed the heavy twilight to change it into various colors, even the snow-white Milky Way was dyed with a faint dark light, and the earthy dust seemed to be looking for its ghost, and it fell on the earth and flew again, not knowing where it was suitable to rest. As she fell deeper and deeper in her sleep, she wanted to chase the golden dream, whether it was regret or gratification, she was willing to sink downward, and at this moment, she seemed to touch a round thing, and its light was as seductive as the luster of a gold coin, and gradually she was taken to the love legend of the golden apple.

Legend has it that Hera, the queen of heaven, Athena, and Venus, the goddess of love, in order to compare who was the most beautiful, awarded the "golden apple" representing this honor to Paris, the second son of the king of Troy, and asked him to adjudicate, and in the end Paris gave the "golden apple" to the goddess of love. This led to unthinkable consequences - Paris was blessed by the goddess of love, and was loved by Helen, the most beautiful woman in all Greek and Western history, and at the same time, his actions angered Hera, the queen of heaven, and Athena, the god of war, and finally led to the destruction of Troy.

Jingliana was still lying in prison, the light of the golden apple illuminated her eyes, she only felt a strong desire to attack her heart and paralyze her nerves, after the originally clear eyes were illuminated by the golden light, what was left behind was not pure snow white, but deep black pitch black, but she still had to sleep in a false dream, just like a lonely mind did not want to touch loneliness again, she was so willing to put herself into the dark cup, let the blood-red light flame knock on the door of her heart she was indifferent, the black haze has been flowing quietly towards the place where the light cannot reach, little by little flew up to Jingliana's eyes, at this time, she returned to the memory of Lan Xingye, the king of light, escorting her back to the country of light.

The red glow of dusk reflected every living life on the earth, and then embedded the blood-red warmth into it to soothe their hearts, and the crimson glow knew that it was soon to melt into the cold of the night, so it burned the remaining light and then faded away. At this time, Jingliana sat on the back of the soldiers of the Land of Light, ready to follow them back to the Land of Light to be punished. When the blood-red river rushed towards more blood-red, Jingliana could no longer suppress the sadness in her heart and sobbed intermittently, she heard the clattering horses' hooves, but it was no longer the voice of her husband's white horse, but the sound of longing for her husband who was getting farther and farther away from home, she looked at the new green of the jungle and wiped it from her eyes little by little, and then a large mass of tears rose mercilessly, but she couldn't do anything, it was her fault that she lost the crystal ball, she couldn't let the crystal ball fly back on its own, tears couldn't solve all problems, she just wanted to think about the happy past quietly, because she was afraid that she would not be able to bear the loneliness and fear of prison, that she would not be able to wait for the heart that Dugu Arrow was willing to wait for her, that the blood-red dawn would be swallowed up by the long dark night, and that in the end, even her beautiful fantasy would not be spared.