not bound

Fei Lian was wearing an unadorned sackcloth bunt, and stretched out his hand towards Xue Zangxue.

If there are gods in the world, Xue Zangxue thought, this person is probably the most suitable body for the descended son of God.

In the rising sun, the outline of the flying sickle was smudged by the halo, the wheat-colored skin, and the smiling eyes, which were exactly the same as Dr. Xue who was wandering in Wuyun City.

Xue Zangxue looked at his hands, and then lowered his head to look at his own palm, with a snow-white complexion and perfect palm lines.

"What are you looking at, over here."

Fei Lian smiled, a dimple appeared on his right cheek, neither deep nor shallow, just at the same time as his appearance, just right.

"Don't you care? I look like this."

Xue Zangxue pointed at himself.

"No matter what you look like, you are my Zangxue."

Xue Zangxue's throat was choked up, and he was almost in tears at this moment.

He was here, exactly as he had imagined countless times.

Why not come again?

Xue Zangxue finally put his hand into that man's, and the warm touch surrounded his icy palm and melted into his blood.

He hesitated again, and when he looked up, he saw Fei Lian holding her hand and walking away.

They played around, Feisi taught her how to smile, how to blend in with the crowd, how to enjoy delicious food, and how to maintain the most stable attitude to face troubles.

They went to the beach to watch people fishing, learned how to sing fisherman's songs, went to the top of the mountain to watch the sunrise, and watched the midnight fireworks in the most prosperous Lanzhou.

The boy and the girl walked the rivers and lakes together, they practiced separately, and agreed to meet under the Chonghua tree every once in a while, even though they always get together less often, but every time they meet, they don't feel that their relationship is unfamiliar.

"According to the rules of my hometown, if you accept my wind chime and I accept your purse, it is considered an engagement. But in my heart, you are already the most important person in my life, already my wife. But recently some people want to treason, I have to go back to the battlefield. A year later, we will meet under this tree, and then we will get married."

The boy stroked the girl's hair, kissed her lips, and made the agreement.

"Let's go," he said.

Do not!

Xue Zangxue made a sudden move, trying to stop them, but when he got closer, he saw sweetness in the corners of the girl's eyes and brows.

"Are you happy?"

he asks.

The girl didn't answer.

Her delicate eyes looked at Xue Zangxue quietly.

Xue Zangxue's hand was fixed on her eyes, and the sunlight was reflected in the tears in the corners of her eyes and the brown pupils, like the flickering flame of a lamp, which was about to be extinguished but not extinguished.

In the distance of the sky, he heard a voice asking him: "If you had known that every beautiful period you enjoy hides darkness, every beautiful scenery you encounter hides evil, every good person you meet, There is no emotion at all. Are you still going forward?"

"Is everything like this in the world? I'm a little scared."

The man said again: "Are you afraid? The fortune-teller said that you are doomed to escape death, so you don't dare to live anymore? You bastard!"

"then what do I do?"

The man was in a pool of blood, his pale hair and thick folds were all piled up on his face, and the blood between his lips and teeth was full of blood that hurt people's eyes.

"Hey, you die first and reborn! Who cares who hurts you, who cares what feelings, what kind of bullshit, beauty, and pain are gone. After 18 years, you will be a man again. Go experience the new world again! Yes, you are afraid of a ball!"

"Is this another chance God gave me?"

"God is a ball! How to choose is not up to you? If you want to turn back, you can turn back, and if you want to go forward, you can go forward. Who can stop you?"

This is like a seed, the speaker is just unintentional, but the listener is buried with the idea of ​​taking root and sprouting.

"No, it doesn't seem to be like this." He murmured, "Why is there a second chance? Now that it's over, it's dead, right?"

He subconsciously looked at his palm again.

Wheat-colored skin, perfect palm lines, this is who I am, even if I do it again, the result will not change.

And why, do it again?

Xue Zangxue's low smile is like a discordant note key inserted into the past story, the beauty of the past is blown to pieces, the dust settles and sinks into the grave.

The sky in the entire Wuyun City dimmed again, and it was still the silent Caiwei market that fell into my eyes.The fragments of those stories were frozen in mid-air, as if the frame was frozen just after the heavy snow fell, and it was hard to tell whether it was gentle or indifferent.

The ukulele made of black iron was covered by the sudden drop of icy qi, and trembled unwillingly. The two highest-pitched strings snapped under Wei Xiaohong's hands, and the strings flew apart and cut Wei Xiaohong's pale cheeks.

"If I remember correctly, compared to Hua Lingyu who is good at hiding past hatred in music and hurting people, you are better at making people indulge in the goodness of the past and then completely destroy it."

Xue Zangxue opened his eyes, not surprised at the fact that he was still standing in front of Wei Xiaohong.

He asked, "You've been weaving dreams since you spoke, right?"

Although there were only two strings left on Wei Xiaohong's iron piano, the music did not stop, the sound was slow and deep, and the frequency of his voice was very synchronized with his voice, but his breath was not stable, and it seemed that he had suffered some internal injuries.

Although the collision between the two was not too malicious, and the injuries were not considered serious, but it is not so easy for a master to control their moves.

"Yeah, but you are very strange. It is said that you have a superior force value, but it is easier to enter the illusion than anyone else. It is said that your martial arts is unstable, but you will not indulge and struggle too much in the illusion. It is easier than anyone else Break the illusion. If I were from Caiwei Pavilion, I should be very curious about your exercises."

"They have always been very curious. But I think they will be even more curious about why the two killers can reach the Dream Weaving Realm after learning a little fur sound attack. This fact is too scary, and it is very unfair to those talented musicians since childhood , but if you taught me, I can only accept it."

"You've been wronged?" Wei Xiaohong gloated a little, "They're not dream weavers, don't be sad if you've been wronged, they just rely on the magic mirror, without that mirror, these two people will work together in your hand I can't pass ten tricks."

"Oh? Can the Huanhua Mirror be used together with Yingong? It's interesting." Xue Zangxue put his hand to his lips, as if he was thinking about how powerful the Huanhua Mirror really is.

"However, I'm curious," Wei Xiaohong pressed her fat hands on the strings, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly. She waited for her big and bright eyes to look at Xue Zangxue, with a strange question in her tone: "Obviously this is the one you want the most." Going back to the past, you don't want to go back?"

Xue Zangxue also imitated him and widened his eyes, and said in surprise: "Wei Xiaohong, you have surpassed Zhimeng?"

The dream weaving state of the musician is a very mysterious state.

When I first got a glimpse of this state, what the musician can do is to bring the listener back to the past memories. All the plots are the shallowest memory of the listener and cannot be changed, just like Hua Lingyu's "Crossing Flowers" many years ago. song.

When the musician's skills are gradually proficient, he can release the memories that the listener hides and magnifies the emotions he least wants to face in the memory, just like Hua Lingyu's Jiechen.

The top method of dream weaving is to draw out all the hidden memories of the listener, select the darkest or happiest fragments to re-weave, and weave a new dream. The musician can even walk in the dream and control the listener's emotions. Joy, anger, sorrow, and joy caused his emotions to fluctuate and eventually collapse, just like what Xue Zangxue experienced in the magic mirror that day.

Wei Xiaohong's state of knowing the content of dreams is of course the top level of dream weaving, but the content of these dreams does not belong to Xue Zangxue's memory at all, but a dream created for him by Wei Xiaohong himself. A master like Xue Zangxue.

"No, no," Wei Xiaohong waved her hands, showing a little pride, "I'm still a dream weaver, but there is no more powerful dream weaver than me in this world, haha."

"Since you have reached this level, why did you teach Zhizhi and Mantis to kill those people? Especially Shaluo, she is obviously the most innocent girl."

"You mean that prostitute? People like them are actually very similar to what we musicians pursue, in order to enjoy physical and mental pleasure. But they went in the wrong direction and surrounded those dirty people , Doing despicable and depraved carnal business, how can they pursue spiritual pleasure like this? So even if they die one by one, it’s nothing. If they want to kill, then go and kill them.”

Xue Zangxue said: "I don't know what the situation is like in other places. At least, in Wuyun City, every singer, dancer, and even a woman has more than just this identity. They are mothers, daughters, sisters, or family members. Or they leave their hometowns and struggle to survive. Singing and dancing to please others is the only way for them to make money. It is definitely not for the sake of degeneration. In my heart, every woman here is not dirty. You, who are covered with their blood, are so dirty and disgusting."

Wei Xiaohong said slowly: "No, no, I won't let their blood touch me, even if I play music in front of them, I wouldn't bother."

"Who played the weeping girl? Who played the dead baby? Who told you where the death sound bell is? Who asked you to take out the ghost song?"

"If you're not a musician, how do you know the death tone bell?" Wei Xiaohong looked at Xue Zangxue very strangely.

"Anyone who tells you where the death tone bell is will know, why can't I know?" Xue Zangxue raised his hands and looked at the dark clouds in the sky that hadn't dissipated at all.

"What else do you know?" Wei Xiaohong put the broken string aside and leaned forward.

Xue Zangxue didn't seem to see him, and said: "Each song of the Thirteen Tones of the Undead tells a story of an undead, and the titles of the songs are mostly unknown. These songs have only been circulated occasionally in Jianghu by Xia Siling, and most of them have been used by treacherous people. It is used by people, and it will see blood every time it comes out. It was taken away by Caiwei Pavilion in the early years, and the rivers and lakes have become much more stable in recent years."

"Then, how do you know that I took it out?" His pupils had already begun to dilate, and his eyes became much deeper.

"If there is one person in this world who can subdue the sixteen sound idiots in Caiwei Pavilion and take out the ghostly song from their hands, then this person must be you, Yin Killing Emperor Wei Xiaohong."

Xue Zangxue wore an imperceptible smile.

"Huh?"

"However..."

"But what?"

"Under the four bells is too bad, tsk tsk." Xue Zangxue shook his head, expressing that he was very proud and didn't like the song very much.

"Have you seen the best ones? The middle four bells? Or the upper four bells?" Wei Xiaohong opened her innocent black eyes like round glass balls wide, and her rosy lips also pouted in a surprised circle.

"All." Xue Zangxue smiled sincerely.

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I just realized that I posted the wrong chapter yesterday. . .

Sin, sin, make up for it!