Chapter 1 Death is not enough to be resurrected

Someone died silently!

This is not enough!

Even if it is vigorous and coaxed in life, it is just a touch of loess after death, and what is the difference between loess and cow dung?

There is no difference at all!

This is the terrible place of death, which can destroy all achievements. Glory and power can't beat the black eyes, twisting the neck and kicking the legs.

And before death, why does the King of the Mo praise death and regard it as the most beautiful lover?

Does it mean that all pain can be relieved? Or is love and hate meaningless?

These are unknown!

However, from the standpoint of a lazy person, night vision death as a lover is probably about sleeping with the most beautiful lover, and you can sleep most comfortably, the quietest and the most deeply! In the eyes of lazy people, death is just the most comfortable sleep, which is the greatest freedom in life.

However, I know that he still has a attachment in his heart, and an attachment to the beauty of the world. Therefore, behind the free and easy is a tear coming out of his eyes. He has a lover's arms that he doesn't have enough, he has his wife's tenderness that has not been warm, and he still has unborn children waiting to be called his father... All these attachments turned into tears.

Water is the most soft thing, but the strong can't win. Tears are originally a coward, but at this time they are wrapped in the last beautiful persistence of a silent dead life, which is the last concentrated heat of life. The tears penetrated the hard ice and began to melt the cold.

A slight light penetrated from the left chest of the dead man, and then another light penetrated the eyebrows, followed by the temple, spreading from the cheeks to the neck, swaying down the spine.

Zi! Zi! Zi!

It seems that the paper can't wrap the fire, and the cold corpse on the frozen throne can't wrap the light. The light appears faster and faster, more and more dense, and the small light gathers into large light, spewing out through glasses, nose and ears... Finally, the man on the frozen throne was pierced by light and fell into a ball of light.

"I... Where is this?"

In this group of light, there was a trace of strange will. The awakening of that will seemed to be very sudden, and I felt that I had suddenly come to a strange place. When he waited for a while, he found that he was extremely familiar with this place, and he originally lived here. It seemed that the prince had become a beast for many years, and suddenly became a prince again, only to find that he was not a beast, but a prince. Then, the will felt a little tingling, and the memory surged like a tide, making his small bucket creak.

On the frozen throne, the shining man began to hold his head and roll on the throne.

"Oh, life is like fog and illusion, nostalgia for the mortal world is lazy as an immortal. The true God should repent and go to the divine world, and it is difficult to accompany Qingsi in this life. Piggy, I promised you, I did it, but I don't seem to see our baby born..." The glowing man heard a man say such words to a woman in the phantom of memory. He wanted to see the man's face clearly, but the memory was far away, leaving only the shadow of a woman who was pregnant in August: the little face was good!

"A Xie, there is no fate in this life, only in the afterlife... This spiritual bone on my body believes in the reli. You keep it and think about it!"

Then another phantom appeared. The blurred man said the above words to another woman. Unfortunately, the woman's face could not be seen clearly, but her figure was very loving. The glowing man was deeply imprinted in his heart at a glance.

The instinct of will tells himself that the vague man he sees is his true self. Inlaid in instinct, there is also some knowledge of the world. This awakened will knows that the universe I live in is called the Hongmeng universe. The four races of people, gods, demons and demons stand side by side. Obviously, it is not the so-called three worlds of gods and demons that I live in now. Compared with the Hongmeng universe, the three worlds of gods and demons are really small.

What's wrong with this?

Then there was a slow plate of doubt left. The glowing man and the awakening will spent a lot of time eating this question. However, questions will not make people clear, but will make people indigestion. When the memories of the prince and the beast overlap, the prince can't tell whether he is a beast or not, or the beast does not know that he is the prince... The only clear and sure thing is that whether he is a prince or a beast, he is alive.

If you live, you can slowly find the answers to all the questions. In the low world, the awakened man temporarily regarded himself as a beast and put aside the prince's affairs. The memory of the beast occupied the whole body, and the man on the frozen throne woke up.

"Me? Why didn't you die? Are you still smoking?" The man touched the cigarette in his mouth, and then stared left and right, "Oh, where's the night?"

The man who died on the frozen throne was the night, and it was Shan Yun who stood up on the frozen throne.

Beside the mountain cloud, the tip of the sword of frost sadness is inserted into the ice and snow, and the hilt of the sword is leaning on the frozen throne, lonely and lonely. Next to the hilt of the mourning sword, there is an empty tortoise shell. Shan Yun raised the tortoise shell with both hands, and there was a trace of warmth in his heart. He knew that his partner Xuan was still with him: "Little bastard, tell me what's going on?"

However, when he raised the tortoise shell and saw a hollow hole in the tortoise shell, his eyes were instantly lost and chaotic, making his spirit on the verge of getting out of control in an instant. The voice of the bamboo fairy pig pulled him back.

Ten minutes ago, when the tears fell on the frozen throne, the night was completely breathless and there was no more vitality. At that time, according to the agreement, Xuan should dig out the reincarnation hourglass on the chest of the night, and then take the little pig back to the lonely city to protect Genu and Rongrong for the night.

The bald teenager's hand reached to the night's chest, but he just stroked it gently. The touch was so gentle, as if the breeze was blowing across the lake, and the lover stroked his lover. The teenager's tears fell silently: "He shouldn't have died alone like this. This is not what he should have... He is the king of the great Mo. He has helped so many people. He has saved weak races, helped poor families, and taken care of poor people with disabilities... He has done so much for others, which is not the result he should get!"

The bamboo fairy piglet also cried and shed amber tears.

"People like General Night should die in a gentle hometown. They are full of children and grandchildren. People in the world mourn for him, and countless people come to mourn him... And you shouldn't be alone on the road like now, and you don't even know your beloved..."

After saying that, he took out a box of cigarettes from the pocket of the night's chest, and only the last two were left alone. He lit one, gently stuffed it into the corners of the night's mouth, then lit one for himself and pulled it up silently. One person and one turtle, so lonely...

"You... Decided?" The bamboo fairy piggy, who is connected with Xuan's soul, asked in a sad voice.

Xuan leaned against the frozen throne, touched the piggy's white jade-like body, and smiled, "Yes, I have thought about it. If I can sacrifice myself and save the general night, this business will make no loss."

The little pig turned into a girl in white, lay under the throne, and said in tears, "But, have you ever thought about me? And A Wu and the others?"

Xuan touched the girl's face and smiled, "Don't be so stupid, okay? As you know, one day I will leave you and serve the painful labor for my mother. She has been suffering for so many years, and she should take a break. Moreover, Awu and you are pregnant with my child. I have an explanation for you and the turtle family. Leaving now, I can just use the secret method of our turtle clan to sacrifice my vitality, pass it on to the general night, and let my brother stand up again. Unlike in the future, the vitality in my body is completely wasted in the air, which is useless... Moreover, speaking of which, my body is raised by eating the crystals given by the night. Now I give it back to him. Isn't it also a peck and drink? God is doomed?

The smoke has burned out, and the little pig no longer said anything. With the evening breeze of resentment, the little pig turned into a bamboo flute and played a song like resentment, crying like crying, sending off to his beloved.

When Shan Yun stood up, every trace of light on his body was a huge vitality, centered on the reincarnation hourglass and vented the body of the night. Xuan, on the other hand, is only an empty turtle shell left, and his soul has floated to the depths of the earth.

The little pig is a happy bamboo fairy. At this time, she died at night and watched Xuan's self-sacrifice. Happiness instantly turned into extreme grief. At this time, the aria of spring rain turned into the sadness of frost. Her bamboo body, like her mother, turned into tough steel and condensed into a sword of frost grief.

The mountains sat on the frozen throne, stroking the empty tortoise shell with one hand and the cold hilt in the other. The sadness and grief accumulated in his heart these days squeezed his chest, making him extremely uncomfortable.

He shouted at the vast sky like crazy. The scream was so angry, so sad, hated heaven and earth, hated the world, hated the sky without eyes, hated the ground without hearing, hated the great injustice in the world... With Tianlong Snow Peak as the center, the snow peaks within dozens of miles around trembled, and were repeatedly infected by this anger and vented in the form of an avalanche.

Shanyun held the mournful sword of frost and chopped at the cold throne. He hated the arrogant and useless throne and carried too much sadness. If this bullshit supreme artifact can return to the night early, maybe none of this will happen. Venting to the most angry part of his heart, he directly opened his bow left and right, regarded Xuan's tortoise shell as a brick, and smashed his skin and face on the throne.