Fast time travel: The villain is bowing his head again

As soon as Gu Yishuo's nerves moved, the strength of his hands became stronger immediately, as if he had grabbed a withered branch.

He immediately sat up, and only then did he see the haggard person lying under him.

Only the place where the wrist was pressed against him still had some warmth and vitality.

Gu Yishuo looked at the pool of blood on the ground in disbelief.

He had never seen such a scene in his life.

These seem to have exhausted all the blood in a person, as if they would never be able to take a step if they really wanted to.

Gu Yishuo twitched his wrist again after an unknown period of time, and there was a clear scratch on it, which was connected to the opponent's wrist.

He stared helplessly at the scars on his hands, the bones were smooth again, the flesh and blood were intertwined again, and the skin healed again like painted skin.

But the wrists of the man lying on the ground, which was already like a dead tree, slowly and completely withered after Gu Yisuo pulled away.

The whole person has become a gnarled old tree root, like the lightest duckweed in the world.

There was no sound and no wind here, but now the surrounding area is bleak, and the fallen leaves are circling and flying towards the moon.

Even the skin on the ground seems to be floating away together.

Gu Yishuo's heart tightened, and he grasped the lifeless skin with his ten fingers as if with a premonition.

The metal mask fell to the ground with a snap, revealing the original face inside.

The hand he stretched out tentatively was trembling faintly. It should have been thought of tomorrow, as if he knew it from the beginning.

That face that was exactly the same as Cang Yuexuan's had four words of willingness and willingness written on it.

There were dense bloodstains all over the skin bag, and even the color was dimmed.

It turns out that the pain will never go away, it's just that a fool is willing to bear it for him.

The moment Gu Yishuo's hand fell on the skin, all appearances immediately fell like ashes.

After the black ash dissipated, there was an extra leaf on the ground.

There are a lot of dead branches and leaves densely piled under the stone bed, but the top of the tree is bare.

The leaves will only pile up near this stone bed, and will not fall to other places with the wind, just around here.

I don't know if it's around the stone bed or Gu Yishuo.

Gu Yishuo stretched out his hand and picked up a piece. The withered and yellow leaves should be objects that would be blown away by the wind, but in his hands, they seemed to have life, and they were as flexible as bones and blood.

It's not that Gu Yishuo can't feel anything, he picked up the leaves one by one from the ground, each one has a familiar smell.

He has no memory about this place, but the plants and trees here seem to know him already.

Does everything happen for a reason?

Has he experienced everything just now countless times?

The surrounding sky gradually brightened, not because of the normal rotation of the sun and the moon.

Instead, the huge moon hanging overhead suddenly shattered into two halves. Its color was as red as a blood moon, and the shattered meteorites fell separately.

Immediately, the entire forest was dyed red, and the branches that were originally pitch black like fire sticks were immediately ignited, making people's eyes burn.

At some point, the blanket under Gu Yishuo's body was also ignited, and the illusion of being burned made him bounce up involuntarily, looking behind him.

Under the bloody sky, he is the only pure white.

The temperature here was almost rising sharply, and Gu Yishuo's skin was forced to turn red.

He was the only exception here on such a night.

The pure white toes fell to the ground, and were immediately scalded with blood red.

Under the scorching heat, the fallen leaves on the ground became extremely fragile and flexible, and all of them curled up together.

Starting from the edge, it turns a little bit of grayish red, where life slowly dies.

It seemed that even the last of the air was going to be exhausted.

Gu Yishuo's throat hurts, and with every breath, dust floating in the air will be sucked into his mouth.

The all-pervasive fine dust scrambled to get into his body, as if he had to be connected to death.

Gu Yishuo felt his body becoming lighter and hotter.

The broken moon seemed to be two huge eyes staring at him motionless here.

There was still endless despair above the woods, but he caught a glimpse of a faint light from the sky through the gap between the two moons.

Even tiny gaps seem to be infinitely magnified here.

At this time, even if you really die, you don't bother to care about it. Maybe everyone needs something to pull at the critical moment.

Anyway, for Gu Yishuo, he still stretched out his hands at this moment, but he never knew if such a person would take him away.

There were countless streams of fire in front of him, and the air around him was scorching hot, but it seemed that he was the one who was getting hotter.

I don't remember how far I floated, I don't remember how high it is, the illusory world is still different after all.

At the end when he was completely helpless, and the moment everyone looked up to the sky, he came to another space that he had never entered.

The high fever feeling all over his body has not faded away, and his whole body is heavy.

The red clothes on his body seemed to be covered with red marks just now.

It took Gu Yishuo a while to realize that he had entered another illusion,

The courtyard in front of me is as cool as water at night, and the bamboo shadows are reflected on the ground, which is really like stagnant water and clear sky.

But there was no one around, and the silence was like another dead place.

Gu Yishuo was in it, and the clothes that looked like raging flames were the most enthusiastic color here.

He stood alone in the courtyard, just quietly watching the tree shadows shaking from time to time on the ground.

That is the color that can only be illuminated by bright moonlight, and the moon hanging high in the sky here is bright white.

Bright but not scorching, he quietly looked at the ground as if he could never see enough.

It also seems to be looking for my broken soul in the shaking bamboo shadows.

There were inexplicably a few drops of water on the ground of "Ba Ba", and Gu Yisuo moved away, only to realize that they were tears left by him.

He touched his face with his fingers and realized that the tears had already wet his palms.

"...I'm really useless."

Amidst his own complaints, he suddenly heard footsteps.

Come from the other side, step over the threshold, move the steps.

I came here to find someone.

That person was still dressed in a noble navy blue robe, with intricate patterns under the moonlight.

Gu Yishuo's red clothes swayed with the bamboo shadows, fierce as flowers.

The two bumped into each other like this, and Gu Yishuo's arms were tightly bound in the man's embrace.

He couldn't recognize who this person was for a moment, but he dared to shed tears on his shoulders wantonly.

Both of them were speechless, only their clothes were intertwined with each other carelessly.

"Did I...have you been waiting too long?"

Gu Yishuo's mind was still in chaos, he opened his mouth, but he seemed unable to utter any syllables, and after a while he asked, "Do you...do it hurt?"