She is not a persistent person, she is just a person who knows how to make trade-offs, but she has never been so persistent. Because of this, the people of Futu Palace will be curious, and everyone will be curious about her dedication to this ring at the moment, and about the victory or loss over Yi Ze. Then she thought about it for a long time, and it was,

Only when you stand there will you be watched, remembered, and deeply feel that you are needed.

All outsiders, they look at you with no malice, and they will cheer you for your actions. No one will come up to you and ask you why you did it.

This, she thought, is the meaning of human existence in this world.

She is alive, right, and expected.

Now, however, it seems that all this was short-lived.

Short.

Lost and gained, gained and lost, she even began to fear failure. It wasn't until she fell, and the cheers of the crowd rang out, that she understood that she was tired.

That's it, maybe it's better to stay here.

Qingming's golden eyes crossed a trace of loneliness, and the moment she slowly closed her eyes, she suddenly "banged", and a small golden orange smashed on her head. Confused, he raised his eyes, but saw nothing. What's the matter, Zi Mo, can he come here too? So will anyone still remember her?

"You're scared. It was really Zi Mo's voice that sounded, but it was still as cool as water, as clear and ethereal as the first time I saw it, but it seemed to be mixed with other emotions, showing a trace of heaviness, and it sounded far away in this dark blood space.

Sang Wushi was stunned for a moment, but suddenly smiled, looking up at the sky, as if looking for his figure, but there didn't seem to be. She hooked her lips and smiled, "I like your eyes, they are different from everyone's. After speaking, there was still no trace of wave in her golden eyes. Forget it, it's ridiculous, from start to finish.

"You're afraid of losing. The moment she closed her eyes, Zimo's warm voice sounded again, but it was inexplicably even heavier.

Sang Wushi's eyes didn't open again, but the self-deprecating smile on his lips gradually expanded, yes, she is a heinous demon, she has always been, how can anyone expect her to live. Never.

......

The bleak wind, the Sansheng Soul Bridge, Sang Wushi's translucent red figure suddenly became quiet like a dream, and the swinging and flying clothes were as quiet as a moment and suddenly still. And the entire dim world was slowly replaced by an endless void of whiteness. Then the void dissipated, and the scene that reappeared between the worlds changed in an instant, and it was an endless sea of ice. The vast cold fog is like smoke and waves, vast like water, thick as clouds in the sky, cold and humid, hazy and unrecognizable - this is the tip of the sea of vain.

And in the midst of that layer of cold mist, there was a white shadow on a cold ice that exuded a gloomy and cold atmosphere, and that white seemed to merge with the endless whiteness of the ice sea. Then, the shadow moved slightly, and slowly got up, it was a woman with a peerless face, dressed in white, and three thousand green silks were scattered, which was incomparable and elegant. The woman has a pair of drunken golden eyes that are rare in the world, with starry eyes turning slightly, sparkling, with a little childishness and ignorance that does not understand the world. On her unpowdered face, her eyebrows swept lightly, and the clear and white skin on her face seemed to be due to the cold, and her face looked like snow and hair like ink, and she smiled amazingly.

She frowned slightly, her arms clasped around her cold body, and she looked around in place. Where is this? Why is it so cold? Why is she here? She clearly remembers that she had just finished fighting with the tribe's people, and she was sharing the meat and happy, could it be that she had fallen asleep and was dreaming?

"What, what the hell is this place, how do you go back now?" The woman's golden eyes were full of chagrin, hugging herself and trembling and walking towards the hazy white mist in front of her.

"Not true. However, at that moment, someone seemed to be talking, and the light voice sounded slightly, which was particularly abrupt in this originally empty place, which directly startled the woman, she frowned and searched for a long time without finding a figure, and finally looked up, only to find that an extremely good-looking and delicate young man appeared in mid-air. The silver-white brocade robe, graceful and bone-like, but translucent, the moment the four eyes met, the young man's blue eyes were like the deep sea, full of depth and complexity. He looked at her like that, and the gaze that came from down seemed to him to be as small as dust.

And the woman seemed very surprised, even a little surprised, "You...... How are you translucent? How do you do it? Can you fly? What about the wings?" she asked, surprised, her dazzling golden eyes glinting with a hint of excitement, and she looked at the boy with a smile. But he was unmoved, and only said lightly: "Don't speak." ”

The woman frowned, not knowing what he meant, but she still smiled and ignored it automatically, she walked closer to him, tilted her head and smiled: "Hey, you kid is so good-looking, or you go back to the tribe with me, everyone will definitely like you very much when they see you! Maybe you don't have to kill people to give you meat to eat!"

"Shut up. The young man's eyes were cold, and in an instant, her back also began to feel cold, as if she was suppressed, she was stunned for a while, and a trace of annoyance suddenly appeared on her face, "What's the matter with you kid! Look down on people? Don't look at me as just a human race, I've been practicing for a thousand years! I'm not an ordinary human race, if you are fierce, I will beat you!"

However, the young man still turned a deaf ear to her angry scolding, his body moved slightly, and he slowly fell from the sky on the ice sea, leaning on an ice stone, closing his eyes and recuperating.

Sang's golden eyes turned slightly, and he stepped forward cautiously, reaching out curiously to touch him, but his hand actually penetrated directly from the young man's translucent body. What's the situation? Is he just a shadow? She was frightened and stepped back.

And the deep blue eyes opened again, as heavy and complex as thousands of mountains and seas, and even her eyes, they gradually condensed a touch of depression, and he said, "Don't do anything." ”

Sang Wushi didn't understand the meaning of his words, and was stunned for a moment, but her backward steps suddenly seemed to have tripped over something, and she fell to the ground at once. Looking back, it was a person.

It seems that he is also a teenager, and he fell on the cold sea, and his black clothes are particularly conspicuous in the snow white. Sang Wushi's eyebrows jumped, and the expression on his face was a little hesitant, this seems to be a dead person?

She patted the white skirt, squatted down and looked closely, only to find that the young man's face was buried in the ice mist, and behind the black hair that fell to the waist, there was a faint blue light, a long one, which seemed to extend from the neck to the depths of the waist.