Chapter 1320, Wind Drag Red Makeup (Finale)

Sixteen days later, the Valley of the Lost Wanderer. 2.

Fine willows and bright buds, birds chirp, the mountains are bright, the overlapping mountains are vibrant, the trees are verdant and reborn, thousands of mountains are green, and white clouds are coming out. In the Valley of the Mystery, like a newborn human realm, the land has changed its appearance. The broken boardwalks between the cliffs have been repaired, and the broken suspension bridges have been rebuilt. The statue of the goddess Nuwa has also been restored to its original appearance, the long flags on the altar are hung high, the wind blows the flags, the silk ears sway like bells, the spring breeze gently crosses the mountain waterside, and a few clear waves on the lake, swinging to both sides of the valley.

The sunset is like a dream, the red sun is slowly falling, and a few traces of broken gold leak out from the leaves of the distant mountains, dyeing a lake of spring water. In a wooden attic on the cliff face, the small window is slightly open, and the warm slanting sun is imprinted on the old mahogany dresser, fading the mottled vermilion brown into a faint red. A row of beaded hairpins and rouge were placed on the dresser. Bright red red, intoxicating white. She held the eyebrow pencil in her bare hands, sketching the contours of the corners of her eyes little by little, as if she had stood still. In the bronze mirror, a touching face smiled faintly, snow like clouds, red makeup like fire, and the pearls on the head were as bright as stars, but it was difficult to hide the joy flowing from those eyes.

In her hand, the small mahogany box was in front of her, and a faint white light spilled from the cracks in the box from time to time. Looking at the box, there was infinite tenderness and sweetness in her eyes, as if he was in front of her, holding her hand and gently putting on her makeup.

Over the years, whether she is running around or dying, she has been accustomed to wearing no makeup. It was the first time she had dressed up since she left the Lost Valley, just for the promise they had made, the long-awaited expectation.

Tonight's good night, red candles burning, this is their big day.

In the distance, on the mountain, a gray-clothed man sat against a boulder, holding up his wine and drinking bitterly, and suddenly looked into the distance, his eyes locked in the small house. A giant red wolf lay quietly beside him, napping peacefully.

The gray-clothed man turned his head, raised the wine bag in his hand, and smiled at the red wolf: "Wolf King, do you want to have some?"

The big red wolf lazily opened his eyes, glanced at him sideways, changed his position, and slept lazily on his back. Luo Xiaocheng said angrily: "Hey, this is a hundred years of spring frost, and now there is only one altar in the human world, if you want to drink it, I won't give it to me." The big red wolf slowly rolled over to his feet, his eyes staring at him, and suddenly bared his teeth, which was terrifying. Luo Xiaocheng shrank back suddenly, and said with a smile: "Give it, I'll laugh." As he spoke, he unscrewed the wine bag, the big wolf opened its mouth, and Luo Xiaocheng poured some wine into its mouth. The big wolf tasted it, and his mane shook, as if he was very happy. Luo Xiaocheng stroked the long mane on its neck with a smile, and said, "You guy, you can't even speak anymore, and you're so fierce, I really don't know how that guy got along with you before." ”

The big wolf paused slightly, and the divine light also looked at the valley below from the afterglow, and for a while, his eyebrows were hidden, as if he couldn't bear it.

Luo Xiaocheng patted it on the back and said, "I know, you don't regret it, and I don't regret it either." Tilt is my family, that is, her family. Wanzhen, she'll understand me. He raised his head and took a few sips, his eyes were a little crystalline, but he laughed loudly: "I don't know what to do, from now on, the two of us will be companions, the end of the world is far away, although I have run a lot of places, but I really haven't looked at it much." It's not bad to be a ranger, and have fun. ”

The big wolf did not respond, it raised its head, the sunset was already on the top of the distant mountain, the warm red rippled in its eyes, it suddenly lowered its neck, and let out a long howl, the voice whimpered like a complaint, melodious echoed between the distant mountains, and after a long time, it disappeared in the sunset.

The night is like water, and the moon is like a hook.

Ran Tianluo hugged the box of light tightly and slowly walked onto the trestle. Several feet of red makeup dragged on the trestle, the lamp reflected the road ahead, the soft light fell on her, the gold thread was shining, and the red dress was like fire.

As if she was embarking on a sacred pathway, she took every step carefully, with her feet on the ground and her heart as calm as a rock. The trestle sometimes rises, sometimes descends, between ups and downs, all the way to the bottom of the statue of Nuwa, and the road seems to have walked a lifetime.

After worshipping Nuwa, she sat by the water with the box in her arms, waiting motionless. Time was still flowing, but she had stood still, until midnight, when the moon had become the new moon. She looked at the box in her hand, which was the Inner Dan of the Moon Devouring Wolf King, and in that Inner Dan, the great god Nuwa had reshaped a weak soul with the technique of pulling souls, and only at the time of the new moon, the yin was extremely prosperous, and the power of Nuwa in it could reach the maximum strength, break through the shackles of the Inner Dan, and reappear in the world.

Ran Tianluo gently unscrewed the buckle in the center of the box, and a snow-white light flew out of it, like a white practice, circling around her again and again. Ran Tianluo stood up, and as the light turned, she stared closely at the source of the light, for fear that in the blink of an eye, the light would fly away.

Spinning, spinning, she felt as if her hand was being gently held. A faint phantom loomed in front of her, and her heart suddenly tensed, nervously scared. She didn't dare to move lightly, and she was unwilling to do nothing, so she could only let the phantom take her hand and sway slowly in a flash of silver light.

Slowly, she felt a hand around her shoulder, and the phantom appeared, and before she could see his familiar face, she had kissed her red lips. It seems that the world's most intoxicating wine, a furnace of the most striking incense, the thick honey melts into the heart, like ripples. She closed her eyes, let go of everything, tears slipped down her eyes, and she let herself indulge in that affection, and if she could, she would not wake up.

After a long time, her lips and kisses parted, and she looked up, and saw him for the first time. He has no body now, but he takes the appearance of the wolf king's inner danju, and his figure is a little transparent, but it is indeed the face that he has been thinking about for a long time.

She cried and laughed, wiped away her tears, but couldn't stop slipping again.

Shi Yunyang smiled faintly and gently raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes. "Look, I'm back again, aren't I?"

She smiled and nodded solemnly. Shi Yunyang stroked the silk of her ears and temples and said, "Tonight, you are really beautiful." ”

"In this life, I will only groom for you. You can watch it whenever you want. ”

Shi Yunyang stared at her eyes, her eyes were cut water, and the brightness was full of hope and a touch of sadness. He couldn't help but soften his heart and squeezed her hand. "Tilt Luo, will you marry me?"

That sentence was long overdue, and she waited in her heart all the time, and gradually became a long-cherished wish. And now, at the end of the day, that wish has finally become a reality. She burst into tears and laughed, but for a moment, the sadness that came from nowhere suddenly suppressed her heart. She covered her lips, tears streaming down her cheeks once more. But he nodded vigorously, and said in a trembling voice: "Okay, good..."

Under the statue of Nuwa, the two of them bowed hand in hand, opposite each other, and the heavens proved that they were married. When the ceremony was completed, the sky was full of stars, as if countless pairs of eyes were opened, sending blessings to the two of them.

Leaning on each other, Ran Tianluo played a song "Phoenix Flying", the sound of the long sky, and the call of thousands of miles. The sound of the night owl and the sound of the grasshopper were quietly listened to all night, quietly sinking in this wonderful night.

Unconsciously, the day has gradually become a little white. Shi Yunyang's body became much more transparent. The two looked at the horizon and quietly waited for the moment of sunrise.

It was the most beautiful hour, and it would be their last.

"Don't be afraid. Don't be sorry, we... Already lucky. ”

"When you're gone, I'll look for the gap in time. Legend has it that there is a power in the world that can make people go back in time and start everything from scratch, and I want to find it. Even if everything is done all over again, I still want to meet you, wait for you, and love you. ”

"That's just a legend after all, you don't have to force everything, just do whatever you want. I have too many burdens in this life, in fact, I just want to be an ordinary person and watch the sunrise and sunset with you every day. If the world is like this, there is nothing to complain about. He looked into the distance and said, "It seems that the sunrise must be beautiful, and the sunset must be equally beautiful." ”

As he spoke, a round of golden early sun broke out of his shell, and slowly bloomed golden light from outside the mountain. At that moment, the silver light on Shi Yunyang's body suddenly flickered again, and it fluttered away as quickly as a grain of sand. Ran Tianluo snuggled up to him, unwilling to look. I only felt that the side was slowly becoming lighter and empty, and she couldn't help crying. A few strands of air swirled around her, as if they did not want to leave, only a faint gust of wind stirred her in a red dress, but the tears were swept up by the air current, blowing into the distance. The mountains are green, the clouds are dancing, the earth seems to be getting farther and farther away, only the touching red is still at the lakeside water, and it has not dispersed for a long time.

[End of the book]

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[The strange sword lasted about three years, and the book was finally successfully completed. Don't forget the original intention, the author did not break his promise, and the story finally came to an end. I hope you can go and see the postscript, even if you can't, if you see the ending, then you must be the noble person of this book, I hope readers can leave your footprints in the message area, in this book, whether it's the first time or the last time, Qianyu thank you. 】