There are too many hypocrisies in this world.

Phantom Wu is a dream doctor, and for a long time, he has a lot of confidence in the above cognition.

Before dying, many people choose to make a vow to fulfill the vows they once made. Such oaths, under the suppression of various realities, eventually became lies.

They had to give themselves a happy ending in their dreams, was it the end of fulfilling their promises?

No, the vast majority of people choose to delete these promises, even in their dreams, when they have never been pronounced by themselves, and whether the ending is sad or happy, they no longer have to bear the condemnation and burden in their hearts.

Good things don't always exist, and a seemingly happy ending will eventually be shattered. Why not make such a promise in the first place?

Compared to one's own selfishness, the debt to others is always much smaller.

The so-called pure love, in the face of heavy life, is just a white flower floating on the water - beautiful and thin.

How much I used to love these beautiful flowers, but after all, they can only live in water, and I can't live in water when I want to be with them.

If I drown, those beautiful flowers will be stained, and they will be sad, right? I don't want them to cry and be embarrassed, I can only choose to leave my beloved.

- What a noble hypocrisy.

I've been in pain for most of my life, and I'm not going to be able to do it all. I wanted to have a dream, a dream that I had never seen these flowers. It doesn't matter, I just want to die in peace. Because the end of the flowers, isn't it withering?

- What a selfish peace of mind.

It's not that you love yourself more than you love others, but that the vast majority of people only love themselves at all.

It's not that Phantom Wu hasn't seen the truth, but the truth in the world is mixed with a lot of helplessness, unwillingness, and resentment. It is impossible for people to get rid of these emotions, and it is these emotions that make love more real and full.

Where does love come from without hate, and how can good come from without evil?

This question is simply the highest problem for Phantom Wu. She couldn't deny it, but that didn't mean she wanted to admit it.

There are almost no absolutes in this world, but her heart always yearns for purity without impurities, including love.

She admits that this is ridiculous, but compared to the so-called "mountain alliance and sea oath, unswerving to death", the standard she pursues is as simple as a mountain spring, as long as you look for it, you will always find it.

It's nothing more than a waste of time, a torment of will, and maybe a little luck.

Phantom felt that she was extremely lucky, in the consideration of life and death, she had that pure and immaculate standard.

She felt that she was extremely unlucky, and in the face of life and death, the meaning of this pursuit seemed extremely absurd, and she would rather not have such a love in her life.

As long as you grow up, you can live well. When even "living" has become a luxury, those falsehoods and falsehoods, those former insistences, are fragile and vulnerable.

Phantom Wu became extremely tolerant at this moment, full of kindness to the human considerations that had made her scoff in the first place.

She begged for a long life to be considerate, and to be kind to him.

Chang Jue didn't let go, his hands were still melting ice for the phantom. If it weren't for the locust branch that came out of his heart right in front of him, Phantom Wu would hardly have seen his abnormality.

Let go. Phantom Wu couldn't make a sound, she said it over and over again in her heart, as if she could hear it forever, but even if he did, he wouldn't do it.

Crying won't solve anything, but Phantom can only cry now. Tears flowed into her mouth and poured on her heart, letting her know clearly that she was still alive and that she couldn't give up yet.

She tensed in the ice, imagining herself breaking free from her restraints.

Weeping Bell was also straining, and she was half-kneeling on the ground, the tearing pain in her body making her feel like she had been cut in half.

She turned her face sideways and watched as countless locust branches burst out of the Spirit Tower, enveloping her inside. She remembered in a trance that the branches of the trees were jumping up and down like a demon at the moment when she was injured.

The locust branch was withdrawn in the direction of both Ming and Changjue, and Jiming reacted in time, but he was entangled by the locust branch and could not get close to the weeping bell, and Changjue was injured by the branch because he wanted to protect the phantom wu.

He used his body as a shield, firmly in front of Phantom.

Weeping Ling was a little stunned, she pulled the corners of her mouth as if she was laughing, but tears came out of her eyes first.

"Dust, are you protecting me?" is not like asking someone else, but more like asking yourself.

The face in her memory was blurred, and she struggled to recall the memories of the motes.

When did it start, and how long did it take?

She remembered the first time she saw him under the camellia tree, his face was red, he couldn't say a word of rebuttal, and there was surprise, doubt, and a hint of anger in his bright eyes.

A falling flower fell from behind him and landed at his feet with a "click". I don't know if this flower is in love with him, just to let him pick it up in his arms, so he desperately embraces the dust.

The motes didn't pick up the fallen flower in the end, and didn't even see it. Because the next moment he was pulled away by himself, and the falling flowers in his arms were scattered all over the ground.

Do those flowers resent themselves...... All she knew was that from that moment on, she had become a fallen flower.

She also wanted to be picked up by his slender hand and put it in his arms, with his smell, and finally submerged in the dirt.

It's all bad fate. Cursed by falling flowers.

Chuiling closed her eyes, and it turned out that in the end, it was this scene that was the most vivid, and even the details that she thought she had never cared about were quietly engraved in her heart.

She only remembered the figure in white, and his clear eyes, and she remembered his facial features, but she could no longer put them together.

This is the person he has loved all his life, and at this moment he is not in response to her love? He is trying his best to protect himself, but she can no longer remember what he looks like.

Her heart is barren, and so many years of perseverance are like afterimages on duckweed, and when the wind blows, it disperses.

The locust branches that burst out of the spiritual pagoda are like silk silks, as if they are forever endless.

Lin Qiyi and Fan Xiaotan almost erected a high wall made of branches in front of them, separating them alone.

The two of them had never seen so many branches, like a stream of water, which could drown a person.

Fan Xiaotan's long whip had almost no effect, and it was very laborious to tear apart a branch, so she simply became Lin Qiyi's deputy, helping him resist the branches that did not jump out to attack people, while Lin Qiyi was bent on chopping branches.

They had to go out, they never knew whether they were alive or dead, and the phantom was still sealed in ice, and they were almost fish on the chopping board, and they could only be slaughtered if they fell into the hands of the weeping bell or the hand.

Fan Xiaotan never thought that there would be such a moment, she was tired and half dead, but her mind was full of worries about the safety of a "love rival". She didn't think that she would fight side by side with an "enemy", but she didn't have much fear in her heart.

She glanced at Lin Qiyi, he was very tall, and his head could only reach her shoulder, but this person seemed to be bullied by herself all day long, arguing with herself, so she never thought this person would be so powerful.

But at this moment, she only felt that Lin Qiyi was very reliable and powerful.

His face was covered with sweat and mud, but he was the most embarrassed, but he looked exceptionally good.

It seems that this person is not so bad, why does she always look at him unpleasantly?

Forget it, maybe some people are inexplicably unpleasant, but what does it matter? God gave her this opportunity to "see" him, and no matter how unpleasant he looked, he would one day become pleasing to the eye.

Or this kind of "unpleasantness" is just another way used by God to let a person into his heart.

Akira was also separated by a tree wall, and after the initial chopping, he stopped moving.

The branches were layered on top of each other, almost obscuring the sky. He stood quietly in the "cage" of the branches, watching the space around him get smaller and smaller.

He looked very calm, only he knew that his heart was actually anxious.

He didn't know what he was bothered about, this increasingly irritating boredom made him just want to clear the obstacles in front of him, he wanted to uproot this broken tree, he wanted to raze this place to the ground.

Why not? It's just dirty, it's messy, and more people die.

Maybe the phantom on the other side of the branch will also die because of this. So what, isn't she doing something to find death? Well, let me fulfill her.

Jiming raised his hand, and after a moment he reluctantly put it down.

He knew what he was worried about, he was worried about the woman, he couldn't let her die, and he didn't want her to die.

"Ridiculous. He repurposed his finger blade and slashed at the branch in front of him, "It's ridiculous." He slashed hard and muttered to himself, but he didn't quite understand what he meant by "ridiculous".

Both groups approached in the direction of the Phantom.

"Click" - there was another sound, and Phantom broke the ice on his body.

The heat played a big role, the ice melted away a lot, and the soil around the two of them was soaked with water.

Phantom Wu knelt in the wet mud, and from the moment the ice broke, Chang Jue fell into his arms. His willpower was so strong, he was so badly injured, and his body supported him until the moment of breaking the ice.

Phantom Wu didn't dare to exert himself while holding Chang Jue's gradually cold body, the branches on his chest were still there, and she didn't even dare to move at will.

What should she do now?

All the calmness was gone, her head was a mess, and if she hadn't felt the body temperature of the person in her arms dropping, she might have just hugged him in a daze.

The branches on the long chest were neither pulled out directly, nor taken a step deeper. The other end of it is still in the spirit tower, but it just doesn't move, compared to the chaotic branches around it, this branch is like a quiet dormant snake, anyway, the prey's neck is already in its mouth, whether it wants to loosen its mouth or bite it off, it all depends on the next prey's action.