Once upon a time there was a demon pass

Wherever the figure flickered, there would always be a cloud of blood mist.

The rest of his life is still shuttling through this chaotic battlefield of beast hordes. Perhaps the only good news for him is that these guys have lost any wisdom at all as they continue to become agitated. They completely follow the instinct in their hearts. Killing, devouring all creatures that can be seen.

This also gives Yu Sheng more room to operate.

But in the same way, the weak eat the strong, and when enough monsters devoured them, their bodies began to mutate, and their aura became stronger.

"This is what this king thought at the beginning. If I am the one who succeeds, then as a demon god, I don't need those ants. Only the surviving elites are eligible to be my subordinates."

"If I fail, these guys can at least cause some trouble to that damned guy."

Apparently, at least this second plan worked.

Yu Sheng already had several scars on his body, but he had already rushed out of the battle circle, found a place where he could still calm down, took a deep breath, and continued to recover energy while holding the demon crystal.

And the poisonous bee stopped talking, earnestly fulfilling the identity of the chess piece that the task prompted.

"Is there... 2000 meters..."

About a few minutes later, Yu Sheng's complexion returned to ruddy, and he slowly got up, staring into the distance, whispering softly.

In the next second, he held the long sword again and rushed towards another long line.

Go forward with no intention of backing down.

……

"Oh, no... that's all."

dawn.

Fighting off the beast horde again, Zhao Zicheng's injuries were much worse than in the dark night, he forced a smile, leaned against the wall weakly, his eyes were full of weakness.

Dabai's body also had several wounds, blood stained his white hair, and he lay listlessly on the ground.

Lin Xiaoxiao's face turned pale, but she was still carefully applying ointment to Dabai's wound.

Having experienced two battles in a row, in that tired mood, no one had the energy to joke anymore except for a guy like Zhao Zicheng who had a tough mouth than his life.

Xu Yuanqing walked past them as if nothing had happened, and glanced at them casually.

"One, two..."

He seemed to be muttering something, and soon left lightly.

Shi Guang sat in the formation, with Chu Yu.

"You advanced?"

Chu Yu looked at Time, a little surprised.

"Ah."

Time nodded slightly, the reaction was very calm.

"come on!"

Chu Yu clenched her fists and cheered for time with a smile. Even though she looks old now, she still looks very cute when she does this action.

"Laugh, you look so cute when you smile!"

Seeing Shi Shi still reacted flatly, Chu Yu muttered, and then opened the box next to him, as if searching for something.

"where is it..."

As she got older, her eyesight seemed to be getting worse, and she kept rummaging in the box.

"found it!"

Chu Yu shouted in surprise, took out a painting, and showed it in front of Time.

In the painting, Time stands at Zhenyao Pass, and the setting sun reflects on her somewhat pale face. Under the sunlight, Time shows a happy smile.

This scene...beautiful.

Shi Shi looked at the drawing paper in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Let me just say, you look good when you smile."

"It's just a pity..."

Seeing Shi Shi's still plain face, Chu Yu muttered regretfully, and carefully put away the painting.

Shi Shi came back to his senses and looked at Chu Yu: "You don't seem to have painted again recently."

Chu Yu, who was arranging the boxes, paused slightly in the air, and was a little silent. After a while, he continued to arranging the boxes, and smiled freely: "I'm old, my hands are shaking and my eyes are dizzy, I can't draw anymore!"

"Um..."

"Can I try?"

Shi Shi thought about it and asked softly.

"Of course, otherwise these are just decorations."

Chu Yu shook her head with a smile. Although she said so, the neat canvas and the spotless drawing board can still prove that she actually cherishes them very much.

Shi Shi didn't speak, but carefully mixed the paint with a focused expression.

Lifting the brush, time did not paint immediately, but was remembering something.

for a long time...

When the pen was written, I fell into an absolutely focused mood.

"Hey, the painting... looks pretty good."

Looking at the drawing paper, Chu Yu was a little surprised.

Shi Shi still didn't speak, as if he had left everything out of his mind at this moment.

She hadn't learned it before, but she had drawn layout plans when she was in Sin City.

And every time Chu Yu draws, she always stands behind her and watches silently.

Her writing is very steady, and the lines of the characters do not tremble.

Although the use of some techniques is immature, or there is no technique at all, but at least in terms of pure image, it can restore a large part.

Maybe this painting has no artistic value, such as color, shadow...

But it's alike.

The picture takes shape.

Pages of paper were floating in mid-air. Chu Yu stepped on the paper with bare feet, walked up step by step, stood at the top, and looked back.

Still the same as when he was young.

Although it can't be called perfect beauty, its temperament is dusty.

"Drawing... Is it me?"

Chu Yu looked at the drawing board and muttered to himself.

"Ah."

"You were so beautiful that day."

Shi Guang nodded slightly, looking at the drawing board, always felt that something was missing, maybe it was not three-dimensional enough, or the color matching was not shocking enough, or it was soulless.

She stood in front of the drawing board and pondered for a long time, for a long time...

In the end, she untied the bandage wrapped around her arm, lightly dabbed some blood on the wound with her fingers, and smeared it on the canvas, under the void.

It was as if beneath her feet was a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

"Thank you."

"I love so much."

Chu Yu looked at the painting and was stunned for a while.

But beginners, at best, are talented beginners' paintings, but she likes them very much.

"Ah."

Time put down the brush, wrapped the bandage again, looked at the rising sun in the distance, and fell into silence again.

(I have gradually begun to speed up the pace. This kind of war, which is very important throughout the whole text, is written too impatiently, or it will be uncomfortable if it is written in one stroke. Fortunately, it has already begun to end, alas...)