As the sun sets, the sky darkens, and the mountains in the distance are gilded with a layer of gold, and the afterglow is reflected in the eyes through the gaps between the trees, like a fire of red. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

On the cliff, the wind gradually rose, Lu Yuxuan was wearing a white silk shirt, wide robe with large sleeves, and a purple and gold crown tied his black hair on the top of his head, he sat beside Yin Yi, looked up at the sunset in the distance, silently listened to her whispers in his ear, and after noticing her gaze staring at him, he did not look back, still staring at the red sunset in the distance.

Time passed slowly in these two phases without words, but the two people on the top of the cliff did not pay attention to it, but slowly experienced this rare moment in their hearts.

"Ahem. ”

Yin Yi coughed slightly, she slowly stretched out her soft white right hand and tightened the fox fur on her body.

"It's cold, I'll help you go back to rest. ”

Lu Yuxuan stretched out his hand to help Yin Yi up, gently helped her wrap the fox fur, and looked at her with concern.

"Stay a little longer, I'll be fine. ”

Yin Yi smiled at Lu Yuxuan and shook his head gently, signaling him not to worry.

"Okay, then let's stay a little longer, if the teacher blames me, you have to help me speak?"

Lu Yuxuan nodded in agreement, showing a sly smile at her.

"Hehe, a thief who never wants to suffer!"

Yin Yi chuckled, perhaps thinking of something, and a slight flush appeared on her pale cheeks.

"Alas, you have wronged me by saying that, you don't know, I don't know how many times I have begged the teacher to take you to see the sunset today! Hmph, the teacher is too partial to you. ”

Lu Yuxuan put on an expression of being wronged.

"Flim tongue, begging for a beating?"

Yin Yi looked at Lu Yuxuan's face with a funny expression, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and his eyes were like a crescent moon.

"Are you still used to living in the valley?"

The remnant sun is gone, and the crescent moon is like a hook.

"People are very nice to me and I'm very happy. ”

Yin Yi lay on his back on a wicker chair, looking at the starry sky in the distance, the starlight was shining, like a little firefly, through the eternal blur, and appeared in the pupils.

"Actually, there are still a few interesting places in the valley, and when you get better, I will take you there one by one. ”

Lu Yuxuan held her slightly trembling right hand in the palm of her hand, her palm was petite and white, smooth and tender as boneless, soft and soft, when he held her hand, her body trembled slightly, Lu Yuxuan silently operated the internal force, through her slightly cool palm, the internal force was slowly transmitted into her body, her palm was slightly cold, but a layer of sweat appeared in the palm, this abnormal state was precisely because she blocked a palm for him, the heart was injured, the source was injured, yin and yang were reversed, and it was hot and cold.

"Okay, I'll wait for you. ”

Yin Yiqiang endured the sharp pain coming from the meridians, his voice trembled slightly, and slowly closed his eyes.

"Thank you. ”

Lu Yuxuan said softly, he gently wrapped Yin Yi's palm into the fox fur, slowly stood up straight, looked up at the starry sky, a big star walked into the sky, extremely shining.

"Providence, although I can't give you a promise for the time being, but I have experienced your intentions, I hope you can recover as soon as possible, when we meet again, you are as happy and carefree as the first time you met, all the troubles, leave it to me. Lu Yuxuan stroked the side face of the beautiful woman beside him and whispered softly, Yin Yi was closing his eyes tightly at this time, falling into a coma, his delicate body trembled lightly from time to time, and his pretty cheeks were red and white, alternating between cold and heat, I don't know if I heard his whispering beside him.

"Seven killings will lead to great changes, and if you can control the idea of killing, you will have a good death. ”

A few months ago, on the way to Poyang County, a white-haired old man said this to him.

"Killing one is a crime, slaughtering ten thousand is a male! Slaughtering nine million is a male among the males!"

His black eyes were like ink, his hair was scattered, the starry sky above his head, the seven killing stars were shining, and the evil spirit was awe-inspiring.

"Bi Yuankai, I will use your ashes to repay the debt you owe, and you will become the first Innate Realm corpse on my bone mound path. ”

A pitch-black shadow appeared in his sea of consciousness, as if the sea of demons was about to set off boundless waves.

Sacrificing himself on the cliff, between the white shirts flying, he gently hugged Yin Yiheng into his arms, turned around, and walked down the cliff.

The butterfly dances in the sea, and her strength is exhausted, because of the smallness of the butterfly and the vastness of the sea, she can't fly in the sea?

No, it's not that butterflies can't fly over the sea, it's just that there is no expectation on the other side of the sea!

I don't want your promises, and I don't want you to change because of me.

You are still the flower on the other side, waiting on the other side of the sea, this will be my obsession to continue to fly.

I hope that one day, I can fly to your side, always accompany you, and compose a song of butterfly love in the sea, and my heart will be at peace.

Under the moonlight, a tear fell from the corner of her eye, wetting his white shirt.

Reciting the Buddha's proverbs one by one, praying for his safety over and over again, her consciousness sank into silent darkness.

The wheel of fate is still moving forward firmly, and he has finally embarked on the road of his destiny.

The world is turbulent, the pattern has been broken, and the two fateful lives of Tiansha and killing the wolf have come into being.

Who will? A lifetime of wandering, ups and downs, once a prosperous old man.

Who can? Once famous, worship the marquis and hold the cinnabar pen.

A piece of letterhead has fallen into the dust, sealing whose past, and the ink marks between the lines tell whose love and hate?

I blow a song of thousands of butterflies, thousands of feet around the cold, bewitching the vast sentient beings, but I can't attract your soul!

I have been imprinted with piety in the years, and who can answer my questions, sighing that the past is like a strong wine, and can fill all the words of thought.

I stood in front of the grave and sighed softly, but I couldn't wake you up from the memories, leaving me alone, keeping a promise and an idiot.

Perhaps, the moon is white, leaving only one song "White Bone Mourning" in the wind.

Turning around, a wisp of cold incense is far away, the snow is deep, and the smile is shallow. In the next life, you will cross me, can you?

Looking back, the love of a lifetime is entwined, the clouds are lingering, and the water is lingering. Is it possible to be together in this life?

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