It's not in a good state.,I haven't written such a white transition chapter.,There's a chance to revise it.。

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Moonlit nights, butterflies, fluttering.

Listening to the night leaning against the dead tree and gasping for breath, the guards around the campfire not far away were naked and drinking and laughing, their faces flushed, and they laughed with each other heroically. To be able to recover in such a short period of time, they clearly have some experience.

Listening to the night slowly drinking the spring water, slowly calmed down the restless heart. Compared to the group of guards who had changed their appearance during the day and night, Tingye was obviously not only losing in face and disguise, he was panting under the dead tree, as if he had been lifted out of boiling water.

It is not easy to capture this spiritual element, although most of it is collected by the medal, but there is still a part of it left on the body or robe, and at night, without the protection of the original protective film, these spiritual elements will release heat, and the burning sensation invades the bone marrow, and stews his body over and over again with the blood circulation.

Listening to the night numbly looked at the world in front of him, the hot air was like a fluctuating water in front of him, and he frowned slightly when he heard the laughter in his ears, as if he was a little uncomfortable.

The hot air flow accompanied by a tingling sensation penetrated his body, and when he opened his dark black pupils, he was slightly suffocated, as if a curtain was about to be opened in front of him, but the sight was covered with a layer of mist, and many things could not be seen really. Tingye grabbed the blood spear at his side with his hand, and the cold breath mixed with the bright red light of his eyes danced in the depths of his pupils, and then slowly dissipated.

A trace of scarlet blood dripped from the corner of the night's mouth, and the scarlet liquid suffocated in the moonlight and exuded a trace of resentment. He turned around slowly, feeling the condition of his body, but he didn't have any vision. Listening to the night slowly come back to my senses, I always feel that something is wrong. For a long time, leaning against the tree decadently, breathing softly.

He didn't know what was going on, the blood slowly evaporating and dissipating at his side.

As if he had fallen asleep, he saw a ghostly light, and in the depths of the light there was an old man, who seemed to be deducing something. He vaguely felt that it had something to do with him. More accurately, with that drop of his blood......

Listening to the night, I gathered my mind and slowly recovered my state. He closed his eyes and tried his best not to let himself go back from a slumber like this, and there was a sparse movement on the gravel road beside him, and a white horse stepped on it, and the sound made the sounds around him even quieter. Listening to the night, he seemed to know that someone was coming, and he calmly felt the changes in this world, and every day was different. When I opened my eyes, I heard that the night was a little boring.

The blood-colored spear was held by Tingye's fingertips, his eyes were dark, the slightest cold breath suppressed his chaotic heart, and his icy blue eyes were stained with a faint layer of melancholy, as well as the restlessness that could be felt.

Exhaled a breath of turbidity and listened to the night get up, the dead trees were one after the other, so faint, seemingly lifeless, but it made Tingye's heart extremely touched. What kind of world is this, and what role does he play in it?

The low wind was a little messy, and I listened to the night's scattered hair struggling in the air. He looked up at the dark clouds in the sky, which dragged and dragged out the frost of the ground, heavy and gloomy.

Standing for a long time, the slightest cold clinging to his arms climbed up, listening to the night with a bandage tied the spear behind him, his calm face was a little dull and dirty.

"Have you rested?"

"Hmm. Hearing the slow pace beside him, he turned back to the night.

For some reason, just looking at him as if some annoyance faded away. He is not tall there, there is always a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and his movements are gentle and rude, like a spring breeze.

Listening to the night sitting in the snow, looking at the slowly accumulating ice and snow and thinking about what Qi Yang told him. It's time to take the test, and when I look at the stranded sky, I want to be silent until the next moment.

"This world, it's real. ”

"Hmm......" listened to the night's hesitation, and responded unwillingly for a long time.

It's true. If he didn't know that he was in the Ancestral Secret Realm, he would probably feel like he was in a wide sandbar.

He was already confused, he couldn't tell the difference, and he didn't have confidence in his proud aura. It was as if they had all been shattered, and they were clutched in a pair of big hands.

"Who do you want to come?"

"Does my will matter? Listening to the night turned his head sideways, he looked at the majestic figure under the dead tree.

He wasn't very clear. In the past, Su Yu was alone, and it seemed that he was waiting for him to finish struggling and then skillfully give a refusal. It feels very casual.

Tingye shook his head;

Tsukasa night, is she coming back...... Although she said that they would meet during the assessment, there was an accident this time. And...... She was even less sure of him. He doesn't know anything, whether it's stepping on the spirit or the nameless marksmanship.

Looking at the sad Tingye Qi Yang smiled faintly, smiling very peacefully, his fingers wrapped around his hair and he didn't know what he was thinking, and after a long time, he lightly opened his lips, "Very important." ”

"Hmmm......"

"Your will matters. Qi Yang repeated.

“...... Yes, yes. Listening to the night, he didn't seem to react, and his movements looked a little numb and indifferent. Looking at his stupid expression, Qi Yang nodded softly. Tingye didn't look at Qi Yang, but he felt that the other party's words were not teasing him.

Looking at the dark night and listening to the fire burning in the night, he didn't want to think about these things.

He hated the fact that it was beyond his power, and he couldn't make a choice.

After a long time, Tingye smiled indifferently, but his expression was much more relaxed, "Forget it." ”

Listening to the sound of the night is very soft, and the feelings are complicated. The sound floated in mid-air, tore and finally dispersed.

"Dream more. At best, it's a pipe dream. Qi Yang got up, smiling a little more, but his voice was quiet and peaceful.

"Uh-huh....... Before he could react, he nodded to himself, wiped the snow on his face, and then dared to open his eyes and look back. Qi Yang had already left, leaving only a faint trace on the snow.

Smelling the mint smell that remained in the air, listening to the night slowly come back to his senses, he exhaled a long breath, like a catfish paralyzed on the ground, lifeless. He felt tired, his whole body was tired, as if something had been forcibly removed, the heavy atmosphere pressed on his thin body, and his palms were a little white and abnormal.

The gaze stopped at the endless night and listened to the night as if it was reminiscing, as if it was confused. He was dizzy, closed his eyes and exhaled, and after a long sleep, a tired and relaxed smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Hopefully, I'm Tianjiao.

The surroundings fell silent, and after a long time, he listened to the night and his left hand regained some strength, and he slowly got up, the surroundings were still so quiet, and the guards in the distance were still enjoying their night.

Listening to the night get up and pass, they didn't shy away from it at all, singing and dancing as if Qi Yang hadn't stopped it. Listening to the night tired smile. He suddenly felt that Qi Yang was very interesting, with a gentle and elegant appearance, but looking at the guards who were close to him made Tingye feel that there was still a heroism and wildness behind his elegance that was difficult to see.

Hearing the night laughing, he stepped forward and took the wine jug from the leader's hand, and shook it, as if he could hear a mellow aroma.

After recuperation, the energy consumed by the spirit yuan slowly recovered, and looking at the heroic warrior figure in the firelight, he suddenly felt his blood throbbing in the night, and then suddenly dimmed.

After drinking the liquor in the pot, he felt a little uncomfortable at night, his face was slightly red, and he smiled slightly at the guards who were fighting.

The bonfire was blazing, and he was watering the blood gun over and over again with wine, and his movements were very skillful, and the body of the blood gun was slightly shiny when it touched the wine, and he trembled with excitement.

Tingye felt that his arm was a little numb, with a burst of pain and numbness. Tingye gritted his teeth, then let go of his hand and inserted his spear into the snow, laughing silently, and drank his drink heartily.

Listening to the night's movements with a hint of iron and blood, his posture was atmospheric and resolute, and his body was filled with a breath crawling out of a pool of blood.

Listening to the night leaning against the rock, the spear leaned against his side, half cut into the earth, but the tip of the spear was still hideous and glowing with cold light.

The warm tongue of fire licked up and down the body of the listening night, and the residual fatigue when he just woke up was slowly dispelled.

Listening to the sound of firewood and listening to the night leaning against the rock and drinking the wine, his eyes were dull, but there was a chilling edge under the closer inspection. Listening to the night's body slowly transformed, he didn't know what he had become, but suddenly for another moment he slowly petrified, looking at the sky around him with a dead face.

He didn't know what he saw, but he thought it must have been.

Listening to the night's breath, the desert around him turned into a pool of blood, and he struggled like a boat in the angry sea;

It's the ship that's struggling.

Listening to the night, he stopped and smiled bitterly. What's wrong, what's wrong!

Who is trying to drive him crazy!

Tingye stretched out his palm as if he had noticed something terrible, and his pupils slowly became bloodshot, and then slowly dimmed. He can't tell the difference between reality and illusion now, and he doesn't know if he will be gone in the next moment!

He doesn't want to!

Listening to the night spears all around him, he hated this sky!

I hate ......!

Listening to the night, he wanted to roar, he wanted to roar, but a pair of palms killed his emotions, and he was calm now!

The slightest sourness went into his chest, and he was irritated to feel the slight throbbing!

The fire is burning, the sea is roaring, the mountains are watching coldly, the invisible hand is messing with the mess of this place, he is just the ant in it!

"Come out!" Listening to the sound of the night, his eyes were dark, and all the sounds around him were masked by him. He listened to the voice of his own flesh and blood, his expression was very cold, and his indifferent face seemed to be frost, which could freeze everything.

Listening to the night has no emotion, no emotion, he is like a machine.

He only moves mechanically.

Who was it that cut off his emotions......

Listening to the night clenched the spear, he could only do this, to vent his emotions for his flesh that would not be angry!

After a long time, Tingye fell, and a drop of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, but this blood was pale and weak.

He hated it when he slept through the night, but he couldn't express it! His eyes were hollow and insensitive!

Everything was gone, and only he was trapped here, as if it had disappeared.

Looking at the corpse in the secret realm, Immortal Yu was silent.

Below...... It's his turn.