What is the reason for Mo Liunian, the pure monk once said that she has strong spiritual power, but the little half-immortal who looked at her with red eyes was terrified.

The mysterious power of Fulong Ding Mountain seemed to be completely resurrected at this moment, the red blood qi was surging wildly, and the demonic face was also like being brought to life, the brilliance flowed, and a pair of blood-red eyes trembled slightly as if they were spiritual. The general invisible but terrible feeling of oppression, emanating endlessly from mid-air, almost impossible to breathe.

The waves and chills on all sides seemed to be provoked, and suddenly became more and more angry, the roar was deafening, and the feeling of torture like a thousand knives followed, Zhang Xiaofan's forehead was even covered with cold sweat, and his face was extremely pale, but he always maintained the residual clarity before the collapse, and still walked slowly. Step by step, step after step, never stopped, just like life, moving forward slowly, after all, there is no turning back.

Under the light of the faint fire candle, Leng Shuangcheng's shoulders drooped, staring at the air in front of him with his deep pupils open in the cold pool, as if he was a cultivator who had gone through a thousand times, with a stubborn indifference, looking at the suffering Cangsheng speechlessly.

The air in the middle of the night was still a little chilly, I walked briskly with my hands folded, and suddenly, tears fell defenselessly, one by one, huge tears, dripping on my arms, I reached out to wipe them, but they kept flowing, as if unstoppable. It was very strange for me to ask myself, I had never longed for anything, so I could not say that I had lost anything, but why, my heart was so sad? It was like a little Fei'e who rushed towards the light, trampled to death in the darkness, leaving no thoughts, even small unrealistic fantasies, and being trampled on with them.

I glanced at it calmly, closed my eyes, and unconsciously became a little more tired, groggy, and swept over the whispers in my ears, counting the memories of my sleep.

She fell asleep, and did not hear an answer, but at the moment when the dark curtain fell, she felt the slight midnight wind on her forehead, which lingered for a long time, mixed with lingering and gentle sighs.

Lu Jiuchen stretched out his hand, but Zhuo Yu's fluttering clothes had already gently slid past his hand. He stood up and looked at Zhuo Yu's resolute back in a daze, and slowly closed his eyes. It was as if he saw two people coming closer and closer from the far side, intersecting and stitching together at a certain moment, but after that brief moment, it was a never-ending drift away.

Old Man Qi lay down early. He is no longer like lying in a house, but as if he is floating in the air. Every gust of wind made him feel dazed, forgetting his direction, forgetting where he was, and only feeling a thousand tiny needles piercing his whole body. He couldn't tell whether he was asleep or awake, dreaming or real.

My world was quiet in an instant, the wind was blowing in my ears, and the occasional whistle, Qixi's warm palms and supporting strength, I wanted to open my eyes again, but it was just gray, my long eyelashes hung down with water, and my moist eyes couldn't see anything, only the overlapping figures, engraved in the pupils that never faded.

At this point, he was a little puzzled why Changgong didn't move, if it was usual, she would have retorted a long time ago, raised his eyes and looked at it, but he couldn't help but laugh dumbly, it turned out that this guy was actually asleep like this...... In the faint dim candlelight, she closed her eyes slightly, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her graceful contours lingered with a quiet sweetness.

You know, at that time, I was, like you, slowly getting through my youthful days every day. When I was in class, I was blinded by the sun, and my eyelids became extra heavy in the summer, like a warm liquid flowing from my eyes, luring people to walk towards their dreams step by step.

At the end of the vigorous spring, I today weary contemplate the depths of human existence, and the waves murmur with the gentle rhythm of my blood, and let my consciousness drift above its light and shadow to the sea of death, where there are no books, no disputes, no troubles.

With a smile on his face, the bald head slowly closed his eyelids, as if he had fallen asleep. Daddy He played the drum again: the knife edge flicked on the shiny scalp, and a bunch of flowers popped out, gradually weakening from strong to weak, and the aftermath was lingering, which was considered the last process to be completed. He saw Sanming's father's eyelids jump slightly. It must be the last bliss of life.

I lay down without saying a word, buried my head in the pillow, my mind went blank, and gradually sleepiness hit, my body relaxed heavily, and my consciousness was withdrawn by someone.

Every second here is torment, Mo Liunian's eyelids gradually closed, and Xiao Banxian immediately slapped her cheek: "Xiao Mo, you can't sleep here." ”

Mo Liunian only felt that her eyelids weighed a thousand pounds, and she arched in the arms of Xiao Banxian: "I'm in so much pain, I'll sleep for a while." ”

Xiao Banxian helped her up: "Xiao Mo, you can't sleep, you can't wake up if you sleep." ”

A picture suddenly flashed through my mind, and there was a person in the picture who said exactly the same thing to her: "I can't sleep, I can't wake up when I sleep." ”

Since when did this face gradually blur from my mind, and when it appeared again, I would feel a little strange.

Vaguely just yesterday. Some of the dialogues, pictures and scenes in life seem to be familiar at a certain moment, as if they had been experienced in previous years. The older we get, the stronger and more frequent this feeling becomes, perhaps because we do live over and over again, or perhaps because we only encounter it by chance in a dream.

For some reason, the girl in front of me reminded me of her who was no longer in this world, and I didn't expect their smiles to be so similar, as if they overlapped incredibly in different time and space.

Mo Liunian opened his eyes suddenly, and saw Xiao Banxian's worried expression, and Xiao Banxian was slightly relieved when he saw Mo Liunian wake up: "Xiao Mo, I can't sleep." ”

Mo Liunian was a little confused in pain, she stretched out her hand and stroked the face of the little half-immortal, no, it wasn't him, although she couldn't see the appearance of the person in her dream, but she was definitely not a little half-immortal.

Unable to tell whether she was disappointed or relieved, she slowly lowered her hand.

Seeing that Mo Liunian was a little unconscious, Xiao Banxian didn't dare to move, until she put down her hand, Xiao Banxian said, "Xiao Mo, we are already about to succeed." ”

Mo Liunian nodded and asked softly, "If I really can't hold on, will you leave me?"

Mo Liunian's expression was originally born with a focused expression, and his expression was even more moving, and his dark and warm eyes were like the waves of stars in the night sky, peaceful, deep, and beautiful.

The little half-fairy seemed to be aware of her gaze, turned his head to look, his eyes were deep and shallow, the noon sun fell smoothly in his eyes, and a pair of eyes were like black jade in the sky, moist and flawless.

The little half-fairy looked at her and said very seriously, "No." ”

Mo Liunian raised his head, and the eyes of the two collided slightly through the air, and their eyes were so wide with water.

Under such a weak moonlight in winter, the dim and dusty Tianzhu Mountain looked decadent and gloomy, and it seemed that only her face was shining brightly in the world.

The perseverance and perseverance in Mo Liunian's eyes and the unflinching light made the little half-immortal feel familiar and unfamiliar, and there was a feeling of awe and pity in the little half-immortal's body, but he couldn't speak, so he could only look at Mo Liunian silently.

In an instant, the little half-immortal saw Mo Liunian stunned for a moment, and then saw Mo Liunian staring at him directly, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't say it.

It seems that I have been walking at night for a long time, and finally I have a glimpse of the glimmer of light in a corner of the day, and I am excited, happy, and want to cry...... The superposition of heavy emotions nailed Mo Liunian's whole person in place.

I saw Mo Liunian's whole person as if she was bombarded by thunder, she was stunned, tears flowed uncontrollably, she didn't know what emotions she was at the moment, moved, excited, and shocked.

The pain in the memory of the year gradually subsided, and he turned around and faced Chu Wuchen's face. Her face was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood, and there were still some beads of sweat on her forehead. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead, and his hand rested on her face, reluctant to leave.

Her purple eyes looked at me steadily, and after the stormy waves was the familiar hint of embarrassment, the night breeze blew a few strands of her messy hair, obviously she had not drunk, but her purple eyes brushed her, and there was a trace of messiness that looked like drunkenness.

Suddenly, Mo Liunian laughed, this smile was like a rainbow after the rain, so illusory and so moving, Xiao Banxian felt for the first time that even if it was for this smile, it was worth fighting for his life.

The little half-immortal looked at Mo Liunian, the blazing eyes under his eyebrows were as clear as water, but his gaze was transcendent, bottomless, and he only felt an indescribable calm.

Mo Liunian's smile had a strange and huge power, as if he was talking carefully to the little half-immortal, which made the already irritable state of mind in the little half-immortal slowly turn into a peace beyond the world.

She stood in the middle of her feet, not knowing what to do, and her thoughts fell like waves, splashing water. First, a series of fragments of the past are reflected in front of my eyes, then all the details of what just happened from beginning to end, and then there are all kinds of fantasy shots of the future...... It wasn't until she finished washing her face that her brain cooled a little.

In the past few days of illness, some scenes from horror movies have been flashing in front of me, with dark faces and dilated pupils as if they have been frightened like never before, and after being scared awake in the middle of the night, I thought I had escaped the nightmare, but it was just another dream.

To live in the mind is to live in time. The mind is always not settled in the present, it is always projected into future goals and results. The mind tirelessly presents us with seductive pictures of the future, which arise from memories and experiences of the past, which are unfulfilled desires.

I suddenly remembered a common saying: before you die, your life will flash before your eyes. I'm so lucky that I didn't see anything, and who wants to watch the replay episode?

They didn't speak for a long time. Don Louis stood a few paces away from her and thought of the photograph. He was amazed to find the beauty of the woman in the photo, and the woman in front of him was also there.

Our figures, and the perimeter of the street, everything came into my eye, and in retrospect, it was like a picture of an old special effect, with the sigh of the old man of time. There is no beautiful scenery, but there is a beautiful us, so I feel that everything is beautiful.

He lowered his head and glanced at Yan Mingxiu, Yan Mingxiu sat against the wall with his eyes closed, staying with such a white skeleton, it was not disagreeable at all, because he was like a dead man, his face was pale, his body was emaciated, and he was motionless, and even the thorns of light and sound from the outside world did not make him react in the slightest.

I expected it to smile at the camera like its owner, but it just stood in the sun and paid no attention to its owner.

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