The boundless pitch black floats into the world of light and takes away the color of happiness, and the weak blood red still watches over the single color that fills the corners of the soul with brightness and fullness, the warm pale blue entangles the purple red in the rose bush and approaches the edge of the rain and dew, and the distant river still quietly overflows the mountains and deserts without leaving a sound.

Lan Xingye, the king of light, finally understood that it was not the thieves of his own kingdom who stole the fragments of the crystal ball, nor the remnants of the ghosts of the dark king Lu Zhuxuan, but a few dark angels of the fallen angel Lucifer, he always thought that the era of light had arrived, and the dark world no longer existed, but when the dark tide overwhelmed the light flame and approached the beginning of dawn, the fear that surged into his heart still robbed the comfort of his daily life.

Although the power of nightmares is still very weak in the gap between the night, but the deep trap will always set up a puzzle in the unknown, what he can see is only what others want him to see, and those who really want to see are far from seeing, the darkness disappears only a part, just like the light is not all, he knows that no matter how beautiful the dream is, there is a false side, and sobriety is his dagger to defeat evil. At this time, the blood-red flame set off the bright Xia Dan color and flew to the Tropic of Cancer of the dream, just like a warm complex overflowing the eyes and tasting the reincarnation line of love......

The dark abyss emitted a rancid smell, pushing the blood red of the horizon to the boundary of the dark tide, countless lonely shells have undergone a metamorphosis of thought, and there is no firm belief in the face of ugliness, the scorching flames have burned the fields and then have been burning the raging fire to the low horizon, and the melancholy eyes look at the cloud map beyond the stars in confusion, as if hearing the voice from the soul. The fallen angel Lucifer was still asleep in a painful nightmare without redemption, and the death of several dark angels did not revive him, and his eyelids only moved slightly and fell into the chaotic space.

He remembered that after the archangel Michael sent him to hell, he was depressed for a time, full of scars and pain, released from the deepest part of his soul and biting at broken dreams, every restless day and night was a torment for him, he did not understand why God Jehovah would be so partial to mankind, nor did he understand why he was so powerful why he could not be equal to him, with doubts he folded his big black wings and imprisoned him in his own world, he hated every peace-loving life, he hated every life that flowed with happiness, he hated this world full of love and dreams。

At this moment, the fallen angel Lucifer moved his large wings, and a layer of dust collided with the silence of the night, turning the noisy birdsong into a terrifying echo, and several dark angels flew out of the abyss of hell to freeze the river of joy, and the invisible flame of light had been dragged by the twilight to the empty mound and torn to pieces......

The ice-blue sky is reflected by the foam of the sea water into a snow-white glow, the rain and snow that fly into the eyes melt into the shape of a clear spring, little by little, the soul is extremely clear, the pitch-black twilight extends from the corner of the horizon to the center of the sky, and the cold stars streak one after another above the Milky Way, filling the moon's face with melancholy.

The unknown flowing sweet elixir that happened tempted the greedy nature, and the contentment buried in the depths of the soul could only be drowned by the gushing saliva, the selfish selflessness opened the bloody chest and pulled out the heart inside, and an unconscious body still carnivaled in the neon hallucination without finding the sadness in the corners of the eyes. Lan Xingye, the King of Light, knew that a potential crisis would erupt at any time, but he believed that those broken crystal ball fragments could subdue him, but who could truly abandon his selfishness and let the good last forever.

No matter how much the six kings obey his arrangement, it is not himself after all, behind every bright thing there is a hidden pain that cannot be revealed, he understands that no one wants to stand on the edge of the cliff and let others slaughter, because no matter how beautiful it is, it cannot be without the shadow of suffering as a foil, he can't see a bright world, just like a dark dream, it is never the whole of sorrow......