P.S: Thank you for the reward from the second uncle of the ruffian, and thank you for the red ticket of the Feng Liandao and the young man who is not a mother. Xi Yao asked for a red ticket recommendation again, and I hope that all of you will be generous in your red! In addition, you can give a reward to subscribe and the like, and Xi Yao is even more grateful, and he rolls off the stage

At about 11 o'clock last night, my mother had arrhythmia again, suspected hypoglycemia, and after eating most of the bowl of rice cereal, she stabilized and gradually fell asleep, but after more than 1 o'clock, her stomach was swollen again, and she vomited, and she was helpless, and she stayed up until 4 o'clock in the morning to slowly fall asleep. Today, I accompanied my mother to check the blood routine, and all indicators have improved compared with before, and I am very relieved. But the update has been delayed so far, and I'm ashamed!

Black clouds surged, dark and obscure.

The basalt-colored banner obscured the sky and the sun, hunting in mid-air. Under the black clouds, countless black robes swayed strangely like this flag. Beneath each robe is a demon. At a glance, from the front gate of the Nuwa Temple, it stretches out in a small way, and you can't see where the end is. Although in mid-air, all kinds of ghostly magic weapons fluttered and danced, and the murderous aura was faint, and the original tall and magnificent Nuwa Temple actually looked a little thin in this surging demonic flame.

In the distance, the remnant sun is like blood, desolate and lonely.

The afterglow of the setting sun slanted on a corner of the temple that had stood for thousands of years, and the last bit of intoxicating redness was like a little blood-colored petal blooming, bright and beautiful with a gorgeous poignant.

The demons are vast, but in addition to the roar of magic weapons and flags. This demon clan who can't see the end at a glance is like a freeze frame at this moment, motionless and silent. It seems that even breathing has stopped. But everyone's faces were full of murderous bloodthirsty coldness. Tens of millions of demon armies were silent at the same time, with the same expression. This face is really weird.

No one spoke, as if anyone who was the first to break this strange silence would be instantly shattered by the magic weapon flying in the sky, and not even a trace of soul could be left.

In the mid-air at the forefront of this vast demon army, a faint purple figure floated there, without support, seemingly casual, as if leisurely. It's like a dream.

Beneath him, there was a giant red bird, its huge body covered in blood-colored feathers. The red color on each feather seems to be alive, and every breath seems to be constantly beating and rolling. Unspeakably weird.

The bird was covered in blood, and although its blood-colored feathers seemed to be alive, it exuded an incomparable aura of death. The sharp black beak of the bird is like a sharp dagger under the rays of the remnant sun, and anyone believes that the beak can easily pierce the heart of a person, and take away all the vitality without leaking.

The blood-like giant bird, the dark purple figure, in an instant, seemed to block all the light in this world, what millions of silent black demon army, what red and desolate sunset, at this moment, under the cover of this dark purple figure and the big bird's feathers like gurgling blood waves, suddenly lost all brilliance.

It seems that nothing exists in this heaven and earth, only this purple and red dominate the vicissitudes of life, as if, eternal......

There was a wind, gently blowing the figure in a dark purple robe that shot people's hearts. The figure seemed to move at random. A face that was so delicate that it was incomparably delicate appeared in front of everyone's eyes without warning.

That face, beautiful. It's so beautiful that it's so beautiful that people don't want to look away, because, once you look away, it seems that all the beauty in this world will disappear in an instant. That face, beautiful. It is so beautiful that it is so beautiful that people dare not look at it more, because if the eyes rest on this beautiful and holy face, they have committed the most heinous sin and desecrated the most incomparable nobility in this world.

However, this face is really so beautiful, everyone will struggle to get lost in the beautiful mood of wanting to see it but not daring to look at it for too long, looking at it for too long and being afraid of blasphemy, and forget everything.

However, this face cannot be described as coquettish, because it is a teenager's face. Although that kind of beauty is so beautiful that the women in this world are ashamed of themselves, it is indeed a teenager.

In addition to the beauty and charm, the delicate edges and corners of this face also have masculinity and arrogance that make all men in the world jealous. It is the look of this young man that seems to have an invisible coercion and strength, so that all people do not have the slightest sense of resistance.

Feminine and masculine, charming and proud, this seemingly contradictory thing is so perfectly presented on this young man's face. It's so flawlessly presented.

The young man reclined between the blood-like feathers of the giant bird, one hand slightly supporting his forehead, and the other hand holding a crystal clear silver wine jug, the young man did not drink the wine in the jug, the arm holding the wine jug stretched out in the air and remained motionless, as if fixed there.

And his beautiful eyes looked at the tall and magnificent gilt temple gate for a moment, and in his eyes, there were three points of joy, three points of promise, and three points of vicissitudes.

He seemed to have been waiting for someone, for a long, long time. Because, behind his eyes, there is a deep loneliness that is not concealed at all.

It seems that he has been waiting like this for a long, long time. I really don't know who has such a great honor to wait for such a young man's soul.

Finally, the remnant sun disappeared into the sky silently, and the deep darkness enveloped every corner of the world. In the confused night, everyone's colors were obscured, however, between heaven and earth, only the feathers of the giant bird like flowing blood waves, and the faint purple figure were clearer in the boundless night, like two stars in mid-air.

The young man was probably a little tired from waiting, he slowly straightened up and leaned between the giant bird's feathers, and the tens of thousands of demon figures behind him who were originally silent moved slightly. It's just that in the eyes of the young man, these countless demon figures seem to be nothing, and they don't pay the slightest attention to it, as if these people don't exist at all.

In heaven and on earth, he is the only one and one bird.

The boy didn't turn back, and the commotion fell silent in an instant.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the sky silently, the black clouds were heavy, and the wind was bleak. He kept looking at the cold and inky sky, motionless, and I don't know how long it took, the faint purple figure seemed to be indescribably lonely and depressed.

Smile slowly, like joy, but also like bitterness. The young man said as if to himself: "Another day has passed, I have been waiting for more than 10,000 years, but why is this day in front of this door today, why is this day even longer than those 10,000 years......?" Will you still not come out to see me?"

After speaking, he turned his head to the blood-feathered giant bird and smiled faintly, and said softly: "Red feather...... Why don't you scream anymore, don't you feel lonely too?......"

The giant bird seemed to be able to understand human speech, and suddenly its feathers gently floated across the young man's face, as if to speak, as if to comfort.

The young man nodded, slowly moved the wine jug in his hand to his lips, and then drank it silently, the wine was extremely strong, and in an instant, the smell of this spirit was everywhere for dozens of zhang.

It's just that the young man didn't realize it, taking one bite after another, never stopping, only occasionally distracted, staring into the distance for a moment, and then silently bowing his head and drinking again. It's just that no matter how much hard wine he drank, he didn't seem to be half drunk.

Suddenly, the young man turned his head to look at the giant bird in front of him, and the giant bird's eyes were burning, and he was looking at the wine jug in the young man's hand, and saw him looking at himself. Suddenly, "Goo... Mutter... Coo..."

The young man seemed to be half happy, smiled, and gently sent the wine jug in his hand to the sharp beak of the giant bird. When the giant bird saw this, he lowered his head, and his beak poked into the jug, and in a short time, he drank all the wine in the jug. Then, like the young man, he raised his neck and screamed a few times towards the sky. The sound of birdsong made the night even more lonely and silent. Due to the slight movement of the giant bird's body, the blood-like feathers tumbled violently, like a stream of fresh serum, which was indescribably weird.

Seeing this, the young man suddenly sighed and said, "Now, you are the only one who can drink a few sips of this wine with me......

With a little effort, the empty flask slipped from his hand without warning, like a silver streamer blasting across the sky, and then quickly disappeared into the lonely night.

The boy looked up at the sky again and was silent for a long time.

At the top of the firmament, the clouds are cloudy. I thought that these thirty-three days were the high point of the sky, but I never thought that there were still clouds in the sky, and there was still this day and night change.

The sky is dark and the sky is full of stars.

Under the starry sky, this person and a bird pulled down a huge shadow, which was even more lonely and desolate.

"Akabane, I'm afraid I won't be able to see my sister today, I'm sleepy, and I'm going to sleep. After that, I didn't see how he moved, and the faint purple figure flashed slightly, and then disappeared into the blood-red feathers of the giant bird. The giant bird hurriedly folded its wings, as if covering the boy with a bloody quilt.

The young man, facing the starry sky in the dark night, slowly closed his eyes. After a while, he fell into a deep sleep. It's just that, in my sleep, on that beautiful face, there is a moment of joy and a moment of sadness.

The night was silent, and since the boy fell asleep, the tens of thousands of demon armies seemed to be even more silent than during the day, and tens of thousands of demon armies were motionless, like stiff dead corpses, and even the demonic energy on the body had been retracted. It seems that everyone is also falling asleep at the same moment.

However, under the reflection of the cold star, I saw that tens of thousands of pairs of sharp eyes were bloodthirsty and indifferent......

A new day, after the darkness, finally came again.

The sun rises in the east, and a round of red sun is wrapped in a vast warmth and warmth, sprinkling the sunlight to every corner of the thirty-three days, but no matter how warm this sunlight is, it still can't dissolve the cold black robe on the demon army's body like ten thousand years of frost condensation.

The young man slowly opened his eyes, looked at the sunlight shone, and seemed to say to himself: "A new day is coming, you stinky bird, but you don't call me?"

With that, the figure suddenly disappeared from the huge wings of the giant bird, and as he looked at it, the familiar purple figure appeared in the air again, holding a delicate silver wine jug as if it were yesterday.

The young man's eyes looked towards the Nuwa Temple again, and he was reluctant to leave for a long time. Maybe it was as if he knew something, and it took a long time to slowly look away, but it brought a deeper loneliness than yesterday.

"It's the second day, it's still ......like this," he said, slowly raising the flask in his hand and drinking it again.

Behind him, the magic flag rippled, like a cold wave. The demon army was silent, silent.

And so, day after day, the sun rose in the east and set in the west, and day followed by night. Like, a reincarnation.

But for this young man, there was the same face every day, and the person he was waiting for never came, and the closed gilded door never opened.

It's just that, day after day, the faint purple figure seems even more lonely and lonely.

Day after day, day after day. The boy still couldn't remember how many days and nights he had waited. The tens of thousands of demon armies were as silent as they had been at the beginning.

Finally, another day, with a low and vicissitudes of "squeak", a figure in a white gauze robe slowly walked out from the depths of the gate of the temple.

The young man was half-leaning on the feathers of the giant bird, but he slowly stood up after seeing the figure in the white gauze robe, as if he wanted to take a few steps forward, but after a few attempts, he never took a step.

He looked at her silently, and she looked at him silently. He didn't speak, and there was no joy or sorrow on his face, and she didn't speak, and there was no joy or sorrow on his face.

Finally......

"It's been 10,000 years, sister...... You're here......"

"Hitomi...... You...... Come back......"