The dance of the little story of that year

"Ayin, if we can still leave alive today, I hope we can still hear the wonderful rhythm of your fingertips flowing."

"Zhao, if we can really survive today, I hope to see you dancing the silver gun every day."

Surrounded by the demon clan, Yun Ao looked at the smiling faces of both of them and couldn't help recalling that he had had the opportunity to have such a friendship, but only because of one give up, he is still lonely and moving forward today.

"Let's do it. The blue butterfly dance that has just escaped will soon bring the enemy's reinforcements. If it continues like this, the balance of the war will gradually tilt towards the other party." After saying that, Yun Ao disappeared in place, and the next second, the surging demon army rushed to the two people who were already sleepy.

Yun Ao still did not move, because he knew that there was another person hiding in it. He was the best existence in the human race, and he was also his own prey. Yun Ao was waiting, while Zhao Heyin, who was not surrounded by the demon army, began to play his death music, a corpse, a series of scars, and a friend who could rely on him.

Time is passing, death continues, but the war situation becomes obvious and clear driven by time. Physical consumption, willpower loss...

Zhao knew that the shadow of death had been covering his head, and he also knew that hope was gradually fading with the passage of time, but the support behind him supported his body and encouraged him to roar spiritually. The silver gun danced wildly, and the white dragon's soul smiled proudly. This is Zhao's most authentic portrayal and the most perfect support in A Yin's heart.

The blood-stained white robe dances quietly and gracefully, and the fingertips flow brilliantly. Ayin's piano can always play fascinating music, which also inspires the support behind it.

Yun Ao looked at the change of the situation, and couldn't help smiling at the corners of his mouth. He waved the weapon in his hand as if he was really waiting for the desperate move of the old enemy hidden in the surrounding fate. Time is still passing, and the situation is gradually clearer. Zhao's heroic smile on his face still can't be covered up, tired body and vague consciousness.

The demon night is still waiting, waiting for the perfect time. The heroes created in the cruel environment should be more ruthless. The demon night that once wandered on countless life lines knows that now only by patience and waiting can there be a chance to win the hope of life.

Blue Butterfly Dance has left hidden with her perfect body to seek rescue in the clan. Now her most important task is to take off and drag it to the last moment. Even if she knows that there is little hope, she can only try her best to fight for the next second...

The wind blew and the leaves fell, and the sword moved Han Guangyao. At this moment, Yun Ao suddenly jumped up and disappeared in an instant. When Yun Ao jumped away, the long-hidden demon night had been exposed to Yun Ao's vision.

With the exposure of the demon night, the only opportunity of the demon night also disappeared. Yun Ao did not take action only because he had been afraid of the demon night hiding in the dark, just to prevent the fatal sneak attack of the demon night. With the exposure of the demon night, the situation became more obvious. Yun Ao did not care about anything and rushed down Zhao directly, and the demon night was also surrounded by the demon clan....

Zhao looked at Yun Ao flying, and the only fire of hope in his heart was ruthlessly extinguished. The demon star met his already exhausted self, and the result was self-evident.

The flame of hope has not been extinguished, which is undoubtedly like a sharp sword piercing into the already fragile heart. Zhao still holds the gun in his hand, but his consciousness has gradually become confused, and he has a trace of helpless self-deprecating on his face. The claws are getting closer and closer, and even the grooves on the claws are clearly visible, so close that you can even feel the wanton atmosphere on the claws, close to...

The blood splashed, but Zhao saw the wound appear on Ayin's shoulder. At that moment, Ayin turned to himself and blocked the one who should have taken his life...

Zhao did not expect that Yun Ao also did not expect it. In a moment, he found that his shoulder was also pierced by a sharp arrow, and the breath of life on the arrow eclipsed his strength. Yun Ao turned around and looked back. The weak blue butterfly dance had fallen to the ground... Demon Night has never lost its mind, because the first lesson taught by the teacher is that no matter when, a calm brain is always the key to victory. But at this moment, all this was left behind, looking at the sudden appearance of the blue butterfly dance, looking at the seriously injured sound, looking at... Crazy.... Play a piece of death crazily....

Zhao still did not move. He hugged A Yin, who was lying in his arms, full of regret, and his heart seemed to be telling his endless chagrin.

The hero was burned by the anger of revenge, just like the return of Shura, the roar of death, the blood-stained lotus blooming in his hands, the overture of the dead shining in the dream, silver gun, soul of war, death, soul exile...

Under the body all over the ground, the demon night held the already faint blue butterfly dance blankly, and there was more confusion in his eyes. Zhao Heyin lay beside him and the demon night seemed to have felt their vitality passing away. Even the blue butterfly dance in his arms seems to be waiting for the call of death, and all this is only due to the mistake of his decision and the soft wound in his heart before...

The hellish battlefield sounded by the sound of iron hooves. The demon night knew that this was the rescuer of the two races. If he did not return overnight, the clan would definitely send someone to save him, but...

The hero was burned by the anger of revenge, just like the return of Shura, the roar of death, the blood-stained lotus blooming in his hands, the overture of the dead shining in the dream, silver gun, soul of war, death, soul exile...

Under the body all over the ground, the demon night held the already faint blue butterfly dance blankly, and there was more confusion in his eyes. Zhao Heyin lay beside him and the demon night seemed to have felt their vitality passing away. Even the blue butterfly dance in his arms seems to be waiting for the call of death, and all this is only due to the mistake of his decision and the soft wound in his heart before...

The hellish battlefield sounded by the sound of iron hooves. The demon night knew that this was the rescuer of the two races. If he did not return overnight, the clan would definitely send someone to save him, but...

On the school floor, Zhao still danced the silver gun in his hand, and the demon night also fiddled with the sword in his hand. However, the blue butterfly dance in the corner is just looking at it....

"Lord, is this really good? Is it really right for us to break up the two of them like this? Yun stood beside the emperor and looked ahead and asked blankly.

"I don't know that the demon night is deeply in love with the sound, but Zhao's engagement with Lan Diewu since childhood has been spread all over the two races, at least... And the most important point is that we owe the demon night too much, and it's time to pay it back..."

Cloud knows that there is still a sentence in the emperor's heart that has not been said, that is, for the interests of the clan, some things must be sacrificed, such as feelings... Unfortunately, it was his own child who died this time....

As Zhao and the blue butterfly dance wedding are getting closer, there are gradually more and more faces of the Protoss on the campus, including the sound...

"Congratulations, Brother Zhao bless you..." Zhao smiled and just nodded....

The demon night looked at the two people and couldn't help but feel a colic. The conversation between the two continued, but the pain in their hearts became more and more intense. The pain was heartbreaking, so painful that it was indescribable that the pain was so painful that...

"Bless you..." Zhao Wenyan looked at his demon night after saying this and said, "Bless you. In fact, I know that you have not lost your memory, and you still love each other, all..." Demon Night said with a wry smile....

Yin looked at Zhao in surprise after hearing what Yao Ye said, and Zhao still looked at the sound with the same joy.

At this moment, the two knew that they had made the same decision, but this decision made them retreat, afraid, sad and desperate...

If you really love each other, you will give up your happiness for the sake of the other party and sacrifice yourself just for the lover's tomorrow. Demon Night looked at the two people with a wry smile and then turned around and saw the blue butterfly dance with tears on their faces looking at him. He couldn't help but feel sad in his heart, "Sorry, butterfly, I..."

"Brother, you are so stupid"

The blue butterfly dance smiled, smiling a little sadly, but more happy. The demon night looked at the blue butterfly dance and suddenly remembered why the blue butterfly dance was still there regardless of its own safety. Why did it tell itself directly instead of saying it after knowing that? Why did it often cry in front of itself? Why did it cry so sadly but laugh so happily? Finally, and finally understand this The meaning of the sentence "You are so stupid".

"Yes, I'm really stupid."

The demon night looked at the blue butterfly and smiled, but he didn't know that his cheeks were full of tears at this time....

And tears are not bitter but really salty....