Chapter 44 Dream and Reality
It's already late autumn, and the flowers fall at a glance
The shadow on the window sill sits alone, and the night is more lonely
A road is divided into two ends. If you love it, you have to let it go
The east wind has passed by nothing, and the memories are like yesterday
Shaky, not only your tears, but also the only world left
The wind of ridicule, the farewell singing, but I can't hear it
Tears of thousands of years can only be seen in dreams
I want to see you again, even if it's one side
The attachment at the end of the previous life is divided in my blood
Sleep lingering, sober and delusional
My dream was found in my previous life, and I was stranded in my dream
Moonlight soaked in the past, pale miss
You look at the sky, and I look at your face
Remember your face and look for you in the afterlife
Shaky, not only your tears, but also the only world left
The wind of ridicule, the farewell singing, but I can't hear it
Tears of thousands of years can only be seen in dreams
I want to see you again, even if it's one side
The attachment at the end of the previous life is divided in my blood
Sleep lingering, sober and delusional
It's crumbling, not just your tears
The wind of ridicule, the parting of singing
No matter how many years to wait...
Tears of thousands of years can only be seen in dreams
I want to see you again, even if it's one side
The attachment at the end of the previous life is divided in my blood
Sleep lingering, sober and delusional
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Xi Xin died, and the water sealed his wife's ice coffin in the deep hole of Xuefeng. In addition, he kept the body from rotting. He retreated the crowd and stayed in the cave. When the hole comes out again, the world has quietly changed.
In the meantime, Emperor Yin Hao of Chu turned to the north and returned to China to plot to destroy Lu.
The blood shadow building is taken over by the shadow, and its scale is growing, and the underground information network covers the whole mainland of China.
And the blood valley that once changed the invisible color on the mainland has disappeared strangely, as if it has never appeared in the world, and there is no trace of it...
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And Joan stopped tapping on her fingertips and looked at the text in front of the screen, which she had just coded. In her ear, the lyrics of "Thousands of Tears" floated melodly, and the words were coded in the song. She felt that it was a collision and redemption of the soul. So until now, the tip of her heart is still trembling, and her left chest is always haunted by a faint sadness and sadness.
The fit between the song and the text was unexpectedly shocking to her. Somewhere in her heart seemed to be pulled...
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When she lost weight, she felt that she had got out of her body and floated. She didn't know where to go.
In the dark, she seemed to feel that there was a hot sight tightly holding her, and then she unexpectedly bumped into the deep blue eyes. Thousands of lingering eyes seem to be soaked with countless unspeakable sadness and sadness, so deep, so tender, so difficult.
"Come back, Aqiong..." The hoarse call was like a shabby Huqin singing in a low voice, which seemed to have a magic blood spell, which made her tremble all over, and she could no longer ignore it!
When she fixed her eyes again, the scene changed, and she was already in a vast expanse of white ice and snow.
I looked at Joan and felt that I had known each other before.
When I saw the ice coffin of more than seven feet, my whole body was shocked like an electric shock, and my heart seemed to suddenly open a big gap, dull pain.
In there lies a woman with her eyes, an extremely beautiful person. She lay there so quietly, as if she were just asleep. The corners of the lips seem to have that slight smile.
In her hand, an obsidian-like bead was shining, slightly clear and flashing spiritually.
"Mo Yanzhu..." She slowly whispered. Somehow, these three words spit out naturally.
There was a trace of complexity in her eyes that was difficult for others to understand, and she didn't even know it.
I don't know where the courage came from. In the face of such a corpse, she, who was timid in the past, slowly approached the ice coffin.
Inexplicably, she was not timid, as if she had a long-lost and unspeakable familiarity with the master.
"Is it you..." The woman in white in the ice coffin still closed her eyes. How could she hear the whisper of the woman next to the coffin?
He and Joan lowered her head and looked at the woman in the coffin with almost nostalgia. She caught a glimpse of a figure at the top of her eyes. She looked up in surprise, but suddenly bumped into the familiar blue eyes.
As if she had lost her body spell, she only felt extremely stiff all over. She wanted to open her mouth and stuck her words in her throat, and it suddenly hurt badly.
He approached, but she lost the strength to retreat. She could only stand there and watch him approach here step by step, with deep itchy eyes.
The man didn't seem to see her. He just looked at the woman in the ice coffin. He stood opposite her and looked at the affection and sadness in his eyes thoroughly.
At that moment, pain, empathy.
Looking at the woman in the coffin, the cold water faded away all the hard ice, and there was a shallow tenderness between the eyebrows.
"You are quiet, so I looked for this place, but do you like it?"
The woman didn't answer. He just said to himself, "You said you would come back, I believe it." His jade-like hand gently stroked the woman's thin face, but she found his extremely inconspicuous trembling, and then she heard the man continue to say, "They all say you're dead, but I don't believe it. You know, the whole world, I believe it. You are the only one."
"You can't lie to me anymore. You promised... Aqiong, have you returned to that modern era now? Or-----" He suddenly stopped, looked up at the white surroundings, and slowly turned his eyes. When her heart was beating wildly, she stopped unexpectedly, and her eyes were facing each other!
"Or are you guarding me at this moment, standing in front of me, but I can't see you?"
If struck by lightning!
How should she describe the shock that brought to her when her eyes were facing each other? Her eyes widened, and Ren's hot tears on her face were wanton. She didn't have time to figure out where the shock came from and why she had such a reaction. He turned his head, his eyes were staggered again, and his left heart suddenly pulled out a trace of pain.
Insensitive, the man opposite also tightened the skirt of his chest almost at the same time, but the sudden palpitations made him tremble all over, "Aqiong, are you right? Do you feel it right?!"
I have never seen his excited and uncontrollable appearance. With such joy, his dark water eyes suddenly burst out endless glare and arous, as if he was suddenly infused with vitality, and the gloom suddenly faded away.
He and Qiong swung his lips, but found that he was pale and weak.
She is not Xi Xinmiao, not her, not...
She was tearful. She didn't know what she was resisting. She shook her head desperately, but the situation changed again at this time.
And this time, she stood outside Xuefeng.
The ground shook, and she only felt that she was about to be shaken down. She finally stabilized herself, but she heard the hoarse cry behind her, "Lord!"
Before she had time to turn her head, she only felt a white shadow flashed in front of her, and her face seemed to be able to feel the strong wind brought by him, as fierce and piercing as the mountain wind. It's so urgent that if you delay, you will miss something forever.
She looked anxiously and saw that the white suddenly disappeared into the shaking cave. Her heart tightened and hit an inexplicable panic.
The heart moved at will, and the feet have been running. Isn't his wife in the cave? The mountain shook, and there was a danger of collapse at any time. He went to find her!
She rushed to the cave and saw the man standing in front of the ice coffin, but he stopped in front of the ice coffin and did not move. The back is tight and straight, but it is a decisive taste. A cold tremor from the soles of her feet to every pore all over her body made it difficult for her to walk.
She approached and slowly approached the ice coffin. Her feet were as heavy as lead. Finally, when she saw that there was only one Mo Yanzhu rolling down to the corner of the empty ice coffin, she felt a great pain in her heart, and the subconsciously turned to the silent man who had already soaked with water vapor.
At a glance, tears burst the dike in an instant.
At that moment, she suddenly had a feeling and was deeply hopeless. And that feeling is emitted by the man facing her.
The ashes and smoke is extinguished, but it is the ashes and smoke?!
How could it be like this? How could this happen!
She gave him a promise not to give up when he saw the corpse, but now, she hasn't even left him the bones! Xi Xinmiao's promise, why don't you count it?! She, but there is still a little hope for her return?!
He and Joan didn't dare to think about it, and locked the man opposite him with straight eyes. Then, under her unbelievable shock, she witnessed the great change that happened to him with her own eyes...
When Feng Xue saw the quiet figure slowly reappearing in everyone's eyes again, everyone's faces were pale and frustled. Shock, disbelief, pain, and deep fear.
Fear, there has never been a moment more fear than the current fear - even when the young lady died and the man was sad and crazy.
The wind rises, the man's clothes are swayed, and the head is like a waterfall in the wind.
The ink hair was white for three thousand an instant, and the silver hair that wanted to melt with the ice and snow behind him was gently swept over his sparse eyes with the wind. There was no more ripples and no more anger.
It turns out that people's most terrible emotions are never madness but indifference.
Feng Xue suddenly had a feeling that his master was dead and completely dead today.
He Qiong didn't know how she got out of the hole. In front of her, the wanton snow burned her eyes. She was stunned by her tears falling to the ground. She couldn't see the look on his face clearly, but the thin and straight, until she watched him fly away alone in panic.
"A Han!"
She woke up in exclamation and struggled to get up. In the night, she gasped for a long time.
Her face was cold, and she looked around with Joan. She hugged her knees in the empty room, allowing helplessness and sadness to be soaked.
After a while, she recovered a little, but her eyebrows were still tight.
"Why, why do you have such a dream?"
The hand unconsciously covers the position of the heart and feels the beating there. The pain there is still so clear. Is it an illusion?
Ahan? How could she call it out like this?
She is the author, and they are all created by her, aren't they?
Controlling the plot step by step, why does she suddenly have a sense of panic out of control now?
Is everything no longer under her control?
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It's time to threaten~~ If it doesn't bubble, it won't explode. Bugs have written two articles in a row today. It's 12:30 in the middle of the night, and they are all rushing to work. Give me a comfort~~