The moonlight casts shadows in the river, the stars shine in the sky, the Milky Way flows in the dream, and the screaming house stands in sorrow. When the wings of the night rested on the rich new green on the top of the mountain, the dawn of dawn also pierced the dream of the ghostly light and released a brilliant dazzling light, Dugu Arrow and the blood elf walked in the dense forest under the escort of the werewolf, they wanted to say their final goodbye, maybe it was another beautiful beginning, the cold in their hearts did not defeat their vision of the future, the crooked road has been extending forward, maybe the end is where the dream begins. Suddenly, the werewolf found a unicorn lying in the grass next to him, so he quickly ran over, only to see that its body was pierced with a blood-red arrow, the blood was frozen on the ground and solidified into a large piece of hard lump, and the weak unicorn had died in the night, the werewolf bent down and gently stroked its wounds, as if his child had been violated and his heart was like a knife, his eyes looked not far away, and saw a dead unicorn, so he quickened his pace and walked to its side, its body was covered with bloody scars, and there was also a blood-red arrow on its back, and the werewolf knelt down heavilyHe didn't believe that his Holy Spirit would die tragically on someone else's weapon overnight, but time could not be turned back, and in reality, the loss of every life could not be a dress rehearsal.

The werewolf hugged the unicorn's neck and cried bitterly, he didn't know how to explain to his dead ancestors, the tears overflowing his eyes were just a kind of self-relief, and the mental scar was the most fatal destruction of the body, he wiped his tears with his hands, but accidentally found that there were also two unicorns lying in the dirt recess opposite, the benevolent mother was nursing her children, but they also died quietly in the silent night, their bodies were full of blood-red arrows, and the mother was tightly guarding her child even if the whole body was shot full of holes, the werewolf rolled and crawled to that side, his fingers were cut out of clear blood marks by the gravel, he beat his chest with his fist, tears have long blurred his vision, the death of the unicorn is his irreparable fault, if a wolf clan lacks faith then why does it exist, he knows that he not only can not add bricks to this faith, but make it trampled under the feet of others and suffer mercilessly trampling, the withering of life can make the fallen people temporarily get the spiritual sublimation, but the destruction of the soul can not let the fallen people be saved between loneliness and sin.

The werewolf's eyes are full of hatred, he wants to let those who destroy the faith of others fall into the abyss without God's salvation, there may be evil lurking under the perfect appearance, he does not get what he wants but loses what he loves. At this time, he suddenly saw the quiver on the back of Dugu Arrow, there were still a few blood-red arrows left in it, the werewolf stood up furiously, he ordered the other werewolves to tie Dugu Arrow and the blood elf to the tree, and to use their blood to sacrifice the dead Holy Spirit, at this time, the blood-red light flame scratched the sorrow that stayed in the depths of the shadows, and the conversion of the soul could not find the destination of life and shook into a solo dance, only to see a gray-black glow at the end of the jungle, like the green shade that is difficult to smooth before dawn, watching the loneliness after the warmth of the night......

The boundless darkness confiscates anyone's conscience, how can a fallen soul be blessed with a happy attachment, why a beautiful heart is framed instead of praise, why is the darkness taken over where the stars and the moon cast their soft light, why the bright sun illuminates the sky and the earth, why does it not illuminate the sorrow of the sea. Dugu Arrow meditated on why he was alive, why did the blood-red flame warm other people's faces, why didn't he warm his sadness, why did the sudden catastrophe hit him, and the innocence was far away from the dead corner and deliberately hid, Dugu Arrow couldn't get the innocence that had long been lost in his heart, and some were just ruthless fetters that magnified his pain again and again, and gradually, his thoughts returned to his memory of climbing the magic mountain alone to kill the dark king Lu Zhuxuan.

The boundless blood-red drifted in the deep twilight without revealing a single light, only to see a large and heavy haze encroaching on the whole of the sky, and the thin silver light sprinkled a pure white light veil in the dark place, bringing back the remnants of the dream lost in the corner and holding up a blood-red hope. Dugu Arrow rode the fire phoenix in the dark hole shuttled, by the silver lamp flashing white light, the whole world seemed to be bathed in a poetic hazy dream, the fire phoenix flapped its wings not only to his heart to send warmth, but also to his life to add brightness, he has not been so happy for a long time, the tears in the corners of his eyes have been his frequent visitor, because he does not understand why there is so much sorrow hidden in his body, now he gradually escaped the long night, greeted by a blood-red dawn, the length of the cave has been unable to affect his fear, the joy that wells up in his heart buried the pain, so that a closed heart has obtained simple and beautiful happiness.

At this time, he suddenly looked up and found the hole that had long been lost, when the bright sunlight through the four walls of the cave shot a warm love into his eyes, his dry eyes like a clear spring flashed with soft light, the long dark night has been unconsciously polished in the suffering to lose the edges and corners, the warm day with an inseparable love broke through the ambiguity of others and united together. As the dark light faded little by little, a desolate field finally appeared in front of his eyes, the blood-red giant wings crossed the sky and piled up the remnants of dreams, fixing a bright fairyland in the long river of dreams to preserve it forever, and the tactful singing voice sang the desolation of the desert, and also put a touch of blue sentimentality on his heart and set up a lilac wave. Dugu Arrow looked at the field full of blood and death, he knew that the place where the dream began should first have a dark sadness, happiness is not an easy hug will come to his side, but in the pain and loss of the test slowly learn to endure and be strong, his eyes are fixed on the murderous magic mountain in front of him for a long time, unwilling to let a newly ignited dream be shattered in the place where the dawn falls......

Why do the petals floating in the flowing water wither before they bloom, why the heartbeat of the gentle sunlight touching the earth can't wake up its old dreams, why should a life leave in a hurry before it has been favored by God, is it born to die, why are colorful butterflies full of despair before breaking the cocoon, why do they forget the pain after coming out of the cocoon, why is the contrast so huge. Dugu Arrow saw the bright arrows, those arrows were stained with bloody blood, he saw that all corners of the world were lying full of corpses, countless unjust souls were imprisoned in a small magic box waiting for the judgment of sin, he stretched out his hands and wanted to release them, but they all refused to run away as if they were afraid of getting the freedom they didn't deserve, he stood helplessly on the other side of the magic box and waved his hand, letting the dark light penetrate the warmest harbor in his heart, and gradually, his memory returned to the real world.

The dark haze had not gone far and turned back, and I didn't know if it was the bright blood red that really fell into exhaustion, or if the dark forces were too strong to suppress the light. Dugu Arrow and the Blood Elf were struggling after being tied to the trunk of a tree by the werewolf, they never dreamed that the unicorn would die tragically under their own arrows, when they saw the grief-stricken expression of the werewolf, they really didn't know what words to use to comfort them, a lack of faith made a group of werewolves lose the confidence to continue to survive, but the destruction of a trust filled the werewolf's heart with great hatred.

At this time, all the werewolves turned into the appearance of evil wolves, and the fierce light in their eyes cut the thin layer of blood red in the sky, and a vicious wolf paced in front of Dugu Arrow, and asked: "Why do you kill our Holy Spirit so cruelly, last night we thought you were pitiful and kindly took you in, but we didn't expect you to be a group of murderous butchers!"

"You must have misunderstood, we must have been framed by others, think about how we could kill the Holy Spirit of our benefactor, and what use are we to kill them?" Dugu Arrow's body was tightly tied to the tree, and his hands were drawn in the air.

"Do you dare to say that the arrows on the unicorn are not yours? I can see that the arrows in the quiver on your back are exactly the same as theirs. The wolf wagged its tail and said viciously.

"These arrows are mine, but I didn't kill your Holy Spirit, and the unicorn must have been shot by someone else with my arrows. Dugu Arrow's face was covered with dust, and he tried to explain.

"Even if there are such people, you have commanded them, and if you had not been behind them, we would not have lost our faith in life," the wolf roared furiously, and the other wolves followed suit, "I will tear your flesh to pieces, bite your bones, and bury your dead Holy Spirit with your remains!"

Suddenly, nothing but hatred pervaded the dense forest, and all the evil wolves grinned and pounced on Dugu Arrow and the Blood Elf.

Suddenly, the Blood Elf took out the thing that looked like a pocket watch and held it high in the air, and shouted loudly for them not to hurt the innocent, all the wolves retreated, but the vicious eyes were still full of hatred, and the Blood Elf said to them: "This is the time turner, you can reinterpret the things that have passed, even if you want to kill us, you must find out the truth, and you can't let the bad guys hurt the feelings we have established with each other again!" The wolves nodded slightly, they were now in extreme rage, and there was a hint of disdain in their sad eyes.

The Blood Elf opened the lid of the time turner, and a brilliant light shot out of it, and between the slowly rising lights, the scene of last night appeared. When the werewolves and Dugu Arrow drove the remnants of the soldiers of the Dark Country into the dense forest, they did not give up their resistance because of the rout, and in the meditation after the depression, they worked out a cunning scheme, when Dugu Arrow and the blood elf followed the werewolf back to the screaming house, they returned to the place where the two sides fought fiercely, and pulled out the arrows of Dugu Arrow from the dead soldiers, in the dream world woven by the night, they continued to search for the werewolf's Holy Spirit in the dense forest, when the silver-white unicorn lay on the cold ground and stopped breathing, the arrows they used were already on the verge of death singing a sad songThe werewolves finally understood why their Holy Spirit died at the hands of others, all because of the endless killing, the bloody tombs covered the people's original desire for peace, and the remnants of the dreams floating in the air fell into more broken sinks again and again.

The wolves cut the ropes on their bodies for Dugu Arrow and the Blood Elf, and ran into the depths of the jungle without looking back, perhaps they will never come to this filthy place again, because there is too much sorrow to compensate for with tears, and their choice of another world is also to draw an end to the broken friendship, and the dead werewolves and unicorns have fallen into the abyss of no harm and no pain. Dugu Arrow and the Blood Elf looked at their distant figures, not knowing what words to use to express their sorrow, they bowed deeply to the werewolves, but the wandering dream was lost in the sky, and they could no longer find the integrity of their hearts.

The ice-blue sky was filled with blood-red flames of light that sent warmth to the dark world, leaving a sense of tranquility after the swelling desire faded from the sad sight, and the earthy dust burrowed into the center of the stamens to steal the rich fragrance, leaving only the poor bee butterfly infatuated there and waiting for the next bloom. Dugu Arrow and the Blood Elf left the dense forest and continued to advance towards the castle of the Land of Light, the two of them silently lowered their heads and neither of them wanted to say a word, the soft sunlight jumped on their bodies and could not warm each other's sorrows, only to see the scattered feathers floating alone in the air for a period of desolation......