Fifteen moons and sixteen circles.

The main building of Bafang Ju is more than ten zhang high, with a total of seven floors, and the whole city is second only to Zhurong Peak.

On the roof of the main building, the prodigal son lies on the eaves. His eyes stared directly at the full moon in a daze, his face was calm, and his thoughts did not know where he had already drifted.

Next to it is the altar of wine, the wine jar is already empty, and tonight's prodigal son Yu let a jar of wine get drunk.

If you don't get drunk, everyone gets drunk, and sometimes it's a good habit to pretend to be drunk.

Especially when you're alone, he can give you an excuse to put down your pretense.

Wine is a good thing, so Du Kang, who is ordinary and old, can become the guest of the Emperor.

Tonight's prodigal son feather may be really drunk, because there is actually a tear quietly crossing his cheek from the corner of his eye.

The tears disappeared quickly, but the eyes were still calm, and there was no trace of red in the eyes.

There is no spring in the daytime, and there is no affinity. The calm eyes are not scary, but if anyone sees the prodigal son feather at this time, they will be awakened by a nightmare at night.

He didn't exude a chill, but he could make people feel colder than when Xuan Ming was at his coldest time.

Some people think that the hundreds of millions of years of ice in the depths of the North Hell are the coldest in the world, but Xuan Ming has relied on it for hundreds of years, from which he has realized the art of dissolving cold.

Some people also think that Zhongshan Candle is the coldest in winter, and he breathes in Zhongshan to wish that the temperature in Rongcheng will drop slightly, but he can't even freeze a rabbit on Zhongshan.

The Guanghan Palace of the Taiyin Star Lord deterred the Three Realms, but it couldn't stop the footsteps of the Eastern Emperor Taiyi.

Silence does not exude coldness, but it can make Pangu cold open the world and transform all things.

The prodigal son's eyes were calm, calm to the point of emptiness, and no one could find a trace of color, only drifting with the full moon.

His heart seemed to go back to that night hundreds of years ago, when the moon was round and still red.

His hand was raised against the full moon, his palm spread. It seems to be calling for something, trying to catch something.

At the same time, on the east coast view of the sea rocks.

A middle-aged man sits alone and drinks, an ordinary and extraordinary middle-aged man.

He is not tall, but you can see his majesty, as if you could pluck the stars with your hand.

He doesn't have a handsome face, and you can see the vicissitudes of his life, which makes people deeply intoxicated.

He is not a sword-eyed star, but you can see in him his vastness, brighter than the stars in the sky.

The cloudy eyes that were brighter than the stars were looking into the distance at the moment, with a hint of unwillingness and longing.

The moon and the sea are intertwined, and he doesn't know if he is looking at the sea or the moon.

A large, white-beaked barefoot bird hovered and let out a mournful cry that successfully attracted the middle-aged man's thoughts.

Looking at this big bird, its eyes were brighter than the stars, and it shone softer than the moon. The resolute face with the endless gentle eyes is a little incongruous, but it is justified.

Gently raise the big hand and gently caress the air. As if caressing the figure of Chenghuan under his knees, hope and despair are intertwined. Looking at the moment when the big bird parted, only anger remained.

Anger rose to the sky, and the middle-aged man raised his big palm and slapped it to the sea, as if to smooth the sea.

The waves are rising and the sea is boiling. The huge palace at the bottom of the sea is shaking, and countless figures are busy.

Even the ruins hundreds of millions of miles away made a slight tremble, Yingzhou, the abbot, and Penglai almost slipped off the turtle's back, and stepped into the footsteps of Daiyu and Yuanqiao, and for a while, countless figures flew out to support them.

Although the anger was discharged, there was nothing to be done. He sat weakly, looking at the white full moon. Staring at it, as if to see through that bloody night hundreds of years ago. The white moonlight has long been contaminated with filth, even if it is hidden deeper, it still exists.

The world is impermanent, and it is one step late. It's too late twice in a row, and it also leaves two endless regrets.

In the long night, he left the majestic shore and vastness of self-pity on the sea viewing rock.

I don't know how long it took, maybe it was a moment, maybe it was a long time. Prodigal Feather's ears suddenly moved.

A smile appeared on his cheeks, and he changed his position, lying lazily, still so cynical.

As expected, a call sounded behind him:

"Hey, do you know where Brother Xuanming is? I can't find him. ”

Huang Huang stood in front of him and asked with a hint of fear.

After the excitement of the day, the little girl who left home for the first time is also a homesick girl.

When night falls, everything is silent. Those familiar people, familiar voices, and familiar nests disappeared around them.

Fear and loneliness also climbed into the little girl's heart, and now she just wants to find a familiar person, a familiar figure.

"Homesick, girl. Some people think that home is a bondage, and some people want a family but can't get it. Hehe, even if the Three Realms are respected, how can they compare to that fetter. The scolding, the frolic, is the most beautiful in the world. Since you're out, have fun, and don't run away casually in the future. The prodigal son Yu smiled gently, and the envy was deeply hidden.

Huang Huang hurriedly said: "I didn't feel homesick, you will talk nonsense." You must know where Brother Xuanming is, right, tell me quickly. "With a little bit of shame and arrogance.

For Huang Huang, his attitude towards the prodigal son Yu has changed. But in this time of being surrounded by loneliness, I still want to find the person I know best.

Although that person was a little cold, I don't know why the Phoenix Emperor liked to be close to him. Maybe her intuition made her want to melt him, after all, every woman has a bit of motherhood. Turnip greens have their own loves, and perhaps cold also represents a sense of security.

Ice and fire, water and fire often represent opposites, but everything has two sides. Collisions are often fusions, and opposites know the roots.

"Oh, I just saw him on the top of the gate. The prodigal son pointed to the north and smiled as he looked at the figure that had already swooped over.

Being disturbed by the Phoenix Emperor like this, the prodigal son Yu felt that the sadness in his heart had faded. Standing on the eaves and looking at the figure who was also standing alone on the top of the city tower, a handful of bones gently put on his lips, and the deep and distant Xun sound floated between heaven and earth.

The prodigal son Yu is envious of Xuan Ming, who has also lost his family since childhood, he can wrap his heart in cold and face everything head-on. But he could only wear a mask and cautiously escape.

He has the company and support of his clansmen, but he can only wander in all directions and be a homesick prodigal son. Maybe there is a home, in deep memory.

Xuan Ming has insomnia, probably because the moon is particularly round tonight. From the moment he took over the Ministry of Communism, he didn't know how many equally round moons he was looking at the direction of his home.

Gonggong, this great title. Although he was already the head of the Gonggong Ministry, although after the Gonggong clan made a big mistake, Emperor Wa did not deprive the Gonggong clan of the title.

But Xuan Ming didn't dare, he wanted to take back the glory that belonged to the Ministry of Communism with his own hands, not just charity.

He is proud, and he wants to be upright and convince everyone.

What is lost, can only be earned. In the near future, he will become a Gonggong clan with peace of mind.

A figure suddenly struck:

"Brother Xuanming, you are really here. With a faint chuckle.

Xuan Ming showed a look of horror, and tried his best to take back the Kanshui Xuanbing True Qi that had been stimulated.

Although he is in contemplation, some things will become instinctive after many years of fighting, and Zhenqi will automatically protect the Lord.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Xuan Ming hurriedly looked back, his eyes full of concern. Although the reaction was timely, it only recovered Sancheng Zhenqi.

Emperor Huang was very happy to see his brother Xuanming. In this lonely night, I finally found someone familiar, and the cold can sometimes give people warmth.

She saw Xuan Ming standing there in a daze, and she wanted to surprise him.

A weak and cold True Qi struck head-on, and the Phoenix Emperor was swept away.

Unguarded, she got up from the ground and cried sadly. She didn't know why, although her Xuanming brother was cold, he would never do this to her. What she could perceive, the heart surrounded by coldness was hot.

"What's wrong with you, I didn't mean to. Seeing the Phoenix Emperor crying when he got up, Xuan Ming said urgently.

The Phoenix Emperor suddenly stopped crying, and only choked up. He still cared about himself, looked up at the blood on the corner of his mouth and cried again:

"Brother Xuanming, what's wrong with you. It's all my fault, you got hurt. She remembered what the ancestor had said, when the master is attacked, Zhenqi will automatically protect the master.

"It's just a momentary disappointment, and it'll be fine for a while. How are you?" Xuan Ming said with concern, he knew how strong he was, even Prince Changqin might not be able to take his full strength to fight back. Although it took back a few points, it was not something that this little girl could catch.

Emperor Huang choked up and said, "I'm sorry, Brother Xuanming, I'm fine." ”

Xuan Ming looked at the Phoenix Emperor in front of him really didn't look like he was injured, and he put his mind at ease, and he didn't have time to think of anything else.

Seeing the situation here, the prodigal Ziyu in the distance saw the situation here, his eyes lit up, and he thought of something.