In the peach blossom forest, the flower rain is all over the sky, the endless flower rain, flying all over the world, the pieces of pink peach blossoms, falling on the shoulders of the feather emperor, falling full of rain listening clothes, looking from afar, it seems to be a pink red dress, setting off the rain listening to the sound more beautiful. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Before the ice coffin, staring deeply at the rain lying in the ice coffin, Yuhuang was silent for a long time, and was silent for a long time, and finally he took a deep breath, slowly stretched out his right hand, and pushed up the upper lid of the ice coffin.

This ice coffin is made of 10,000-year-old ice, and its surface is incomparably bright, like crystal glass, shining with brilliant white light in the sun.

The lid of the ice coffin is very thin and light, but at this moment, it is extremely heavy for the Feather Emperor.

Yu Huang's movements are very slow, very slow, with each stroke of the upper lid, his hands are trembling, it seems to be very laborious, I don't know how long it has been, the upper cover of the ice coffin is finally completely closed, and at this moment, I saw that Yu Huang's face was pale, and his hands were constantly trembling, as if in order to close the upper cover of the ice coffin, he had exhausted all his physical strength.

Under the rain of flowers, Yuhuang stood quietly, a pair of deep eyes, staring closely at the ice coffin in front of him and the beautiful face in the ice coffin, suddenly, Yuhuang was stunned, and instantly froze, because, at this moment, he suddenly found that this scene in front of him was so familiar...

was stunned for a while, and gradually the scenes of the past and buried in the depths of memory began to pour out, like a movie, and quickly circulated in Yuhuang's mind.

These pictures are all the events that happened in the past seven lives, and they are the scenes of the past seven lives, the previous life of Emperor Yu, and the scene of the previous life of burying Yu Tingyin.

The reincarnation of the seventh life, the ups and downs of the seventh life, in the past seven lives, each of them has the same ending, and every life is a heartache and resentment...

In the picture, how similar the scene is, in the seven lifetimes, at the end of each life, it is almost the same scene:

Under the rain of flowers, an ice coffin, quietly existing, endless petals, falling all over the ice coffin, beautiful and painful, in the ice coffin, a woman wearing a red dress, lying quietly, her face is beautiful, unparalleled in the world, but the only fly in the ointment is that her face is pale, without a trace of life.

Before the ice coffin, a peerless man, like a sculpture, stood silently, looking at the ice coffin stupidly, looking at the peerless woman in the ice coffin, a pair of eyes with thousands of eyes, at this moment, there is no trace of pride, there is just endless remorse and self-blame...

At that time, when he first heard about the fate of the Seventh Buddha, Emperor Yu kept thinking in his heart, what kind of mood did the man feel when he said goodbye to the woman who had paid for him for the seventh life in the seventh world?

However, at this moment, Yuhuang understood, at this moment, he clearly felt that feeling, it was a heart-rending remorse, a kind of pain and self-blame that surpassed everything, a kind of scar deep in his heart, every time he touched it, every time he thought about it, he would be so painful that he couldn't breathe...

In his mind, turning rapidly, recalling the scenes of the past, Yu Huang's heart trembled fiercely, at this moment, his heart was full of endless remorse, this kind of pain was the pain of the past seven lifetimes, the pain accumulated in the seven lifetimes, and it was the biggest pain in this life...

In the peach blossom forest, the flowers fell like rain, quietly looking at the familiar scene in front of him, this nightmare picture that had haunted the seventh generation, at this moment, Yuhuang only felt that his heart was torn apart, and cried bitterly: "Yin'er, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Men don't flick when they have tears, it's just that sometimes they are hurt to the extreme, and they regret to the extreme, how can they control their tears?

At this moment, Emperor Yu's tears had long since dried up, and now what he was shedding was blood, a kind of bloody tears that flowed from the heart.

Tick, tick!

A drop of blood-red tears, dripping down, fell on the ice coffin, bright red blood, seeping into the ice coffin, dyed a piece of blood red, in the sunlight, that touch of bright blood red, is so dazzling, so dazzling, so sad, as if every trace of blood, with endless sadness, people can't help but feel a heartache...

Time passed slowly, and finally, I don't know how long it was, I saw that Yuhuang knelt on the ground at some point, and at this moment, I saw pain in his eyes, and his hands kept pushing away the falling flowers, and he was shaking the dirt on the ground.

He, this is to bury the beautiful woman in the ice coffin, to bury the person he loves, and at the same time, to bury the wounds in his heart that will never be healed...

In the world, there is no greater pain than burying a person you love with your own hands.

This kind of pain, once, is enough to be unforgettable, making people sad forever, but the Feather Emperor has experienced seven lifetimes, counting this time now, it is enough for eight lifetimes...

Eighth life, that life, again and again, seems to be a never-ending nightmare, every life, as if it is a repetition of the previous life, that kind of sadness, that kind of pain, who can understand?

However, the deceased, after all, is gone, never come back, now, even if the Yu Emperor is reluctant in his heart, no matter how heartache, he can only bury the person he loves with his own hands.

In the peach blossom forest, Emperor Yu looked sad, his hands fell, constantly digging the soil, his eyes were dripping with drops of blood and tears, at this moment, I saw that his fingers were full of blood, I don't know, whether it was red by the blood and tears in his eyes, or his hands, cut by the soil, the blood that flowed out...

Flying peach blossoms, dancing lightly in the wind, flying all over the world, under the rain of flowers in the sky, an ice coffin, quietly silent, next to the ice coffin, a man kept picking up the soil, he was going to bury a person, a beloved person.

The boundless petals are falling one after another, and the pieces of bright pink are like a wish paper full of thoughts, sent far away with the wind, and like a grand flower funeral, burying the sorrow of the whole world...

Time passed, the white horse passed by, I don't know how long it had been, but at this time, the boundless flower rain was still falling, and the peach blossoms of the world were dancing in the wind, and under the illumination of the sun, the sky was dyed pink.

In the Listening Sound Valley, in the peach blossom forest, I saw that the glazed ice coffin that originally existed quietly under the boundless peach blossom rain was no longer there at this time, but next to the original ice coffin, there was an extra cyan tombstone, an extra lonely grave, and a lonely grave full of pink peach blossoms.

(There is a change in the evening)