"It's been three years since I finished writing the story.

The dead leaves never returned.

This year, Duanyang is me with her in the wine cellar,

I don't know how long she's been guarding the gates.

All I know is that I burned a book that I had been writing for three years that night. ”

In the dark cellar, there is a mellow aroma of fermented wine. The ground was full of cylindrical barrels, and in the depths of the corners, a lamp was like a bean. Yoshiyun sat in a crumbling chair that was extremely rotten, and the black and cyan table was covered in dust and seemed to be stained with mold.

Hakuba was still drinking with him here just now, and he was almost drunk every day. Hakuba, a friend he met three years ago, because something happened, every day after drinking and drinking, Hakuba would hold a wine bottle and stagger towards the city gate, where there was the person she was waiting for - Dead Leaves.

The white light of the cellar door shone in from the outside, and because of the dark light inside, the light turned blue-gray in Yiyun's eyes.

Bleak, discolored.

Yoshiyun retracted his gaze and pulled out a stack of yellowed paper from the drawer of the wooden table, which was covered with dense words. Looking at those words in the dim light makes people dizzy. Yiyun shook his heavy head, and slowly stretched out his hand towards the kerosene lamp, the candlelight flickered, and the paper immediately burned when it touched the firelight. With the debris of the scorching spark fell, one, two, many

The table was already full of debris, with a faint light, slowly cooling down and turning into ashes.

In the dark environment, the last bit of shining spark, Yiyun looked at it, as if he had returned to three years ago

Three years ago, Yelang City.

Yelang City is a prosperous city in the Western Regions, there is a luxurious mansion in the southernmost part of the city, and the huge plaque on the gate has two big characters "Leng Fu" written on it.

The moonlit night is the master of this house. The moonlit night is the left general in the city, with no smile on his face, but he is invincible and can block millions of lions with one horse. Because people gave him a name called "Cold God of War".

In the house, practice martial arts. On a moonlit night, he rode a black horse in silver armor. The howling wind raised the long brown sideburns, and the golden sunlight reflected a trace of white light on his shining armor, like a god of war. In his right hand, he held a sharp silver halberd, and the black horse ran quickly, the halberd dragging on the ground and colliding with the sand and stones, rubbing a trace of fire.

Suddenly, the arm of the moonlit night was raised. The halberd flew in mid-air, so fast that before he could see what was going on, the halberd fell straight on the wooden stake not far away, piercing the bowl-sized wooden stake, and then the wooden stake burst into flames, bursting out countless sawdust and flying in the air. Under the sun, you can vaguely see the handsome and cold face on a moonlit night.

"Brother Moonlit Night~~~" A sweet cry came from afar, and the corners of Moonlit Night's mouth raised a slight arc, and he turned around and dismounted.

Not far away was a young girl in the prime of life of about fourteen or fifteen years old. The girl's dark eyes are charming, her simple eyes are like playful elves, her face is painted with delicate makeup, and her long hair is sprinkled with silver spears. Carved feather uniform.

Her name was White Horse, and she had been given to her ten years earlier by Moonlit Night, when she was still a young child of four or five years old.

The white horse jumped up and down and approached, standing next to the moonlit night.

"You're here. Moonlit Night put down the silver spear in his hand. The dust on the ground flew, and the thin lips opened lightly, "What's the matter?"

The white horse stepped forward and pulled him with an aggrieved face: "You said you wanted to teach me archery." Did you forget?"

"Good. "The moonlit night responds casually, as if there is such a thing.

On the ring of the martial arts training ground, there were five red-hearted arrow targets, and the white horse held the bow but couldn't pull it open, pouting and blushing because of annoyance.

"Hand, that's how it should be. Moonlit Night frowned and stepped forward to teach her hand in hand. The close contact made Hakuba's face redder, and the strong chest of the moonlit night leaned against her, a pair of large hands held her slender paper, and the hot air whispered in her ears.

The strength of the moonlit night was great, and he effortlessly pulled out the bow and aimed it at the red heart of the arrow.

"Huh-" There was a sound accompanied by a cool breeze, and the arrow left the bowstring and hit the red heart impartially. The strings in his hands shook violently, and Hakuba felt a slight tingling in his fingertips.

"Got it?" said Moonlit Night in her ear, a hint of tenderness in her voice.

The white horse blushed and nodded.

"General, it's not good! A huge dragon appeared on the dock west of the city, and the huge waves washed away the dock, and now the people are panicking, and the dock is in chaos. A young man who looked like a guard rushed in, clasped his hands into fists and said anxiously.

The moonlit night let go of the white horse, and the sword eyebrows on his handsome face were about to be twisted together, and he said coldly: "Prepare the horse, go and have a look." ”

With that, the guard took a few steps back and ran away. Hearing the dragon, the white horse felt that it was extremely dangerous, and her white hand grabbed the moonlight and said, "Take me there." ”

Moonlit Night withdrew his hand and left, leaving only one sentence: "Stay at home and wait for me to come back." ”

"Home?" muttered the white horse, only feeling a heat in his heart, watching the back of the moonlit night disappear at the gate.

The light in her eyes vanished around the corner.

The night in the city is full of lights. Yiyun sat at the top of the villa, holding the wine bottle in his hand, and looked at the bright light jumping on the other side of the mountain.

"Is it really good to sink there?" Yiyun muttered, as if talking about the people who were immersed in the abyss of depravity, and as if talking about himself.

Yes, Yiyun has lost his memory, and he is not lightly ill! The blank space in his brain made him depressed for a long time, and he borrowed alcohol to kill his sorrows!

Yiyun raised his head and held the bottle of wine in his hand, the bottle was facing down, and he actually drank it!"Hmm, is it gone?" Yiyun blushed on his face and stumbled towards the stairs. His eyes were hazy, and he looked at the two blurred stairs in front of him, and Yiyun was confused.

"When did there be another staircase here. Yiyun said nonsense, pointing to the stairs on the left and right, "Little yellow chicken, whoever you click, you can choose."

Yiyun's fingers stopped on the stairs on the right, nodded and walked forward, his steps staggered, and the moment he walked towards the "staircase", his feet were empty, and Yiyun rolled down the stairs, and his eyes were dark.

When he opened his eyes, he found that it was already daytime, and the dazzling sunlight made him unable to open his eyes. Yiyun blocked the bright sun with his hand, and when he raised his head, there was a huge plaque on his head, on which were written two words "Leng Fu"!

"Crossing?!" Yiyun is crazy, Nima, don't let me go if you lose your memory! Dissatisfied, he grabbed the stone under his hand and threw it at the stone steps, and the stone bounced back when it touched the stone steps!

[Task 1: Join forces to kill the dragon]

Nima! Yiyun fell angrily, you should tell who you are joining forces with. (To be continued......)