blood sacrifice

"In the dark, no matter how deep and inseparable the fetters are, they are just the waste of the third generation. If you want to restore them later, it will be the end of the battle. How many people have changed their lives against the sky? How many people have there been since ancient times? Let alone success or failure."

As he said that, he didn't know what he thought of, and for the first time, a different look appeared on his face, which was still smiling brightly even though the smile was not as good as his eyes. Now that I’m back, I really want to see this unprecedented change of fate.”

With a wave of his sleeves, he stepped on the air with his toes, the ringing ripples stirred in the air, and the black clothes fell down in the night, the two bright arms exuded fragrance like lotus roots, his hair fluttered, and he left without staying , quickly turned into the shadow of the night.

Without leisure to meddle in other people's business, Ling Xu's thoughts are completely frozen in the death but lingering soul, and the resurrection from death that seems to be understated but does not know how dangerous it is.

He knew that that so-called friend was just an excuse, and he knew even more that the interesting human being in his mouth was the lover he had been thinking about day and night but failed to find!

After several lives and deaths, that's why he is so disheartened and silent. He would rather cling to his dead body than his reborn soul. Ling Xu didn't dare to delve into it, let alone ask himself. Is the imprisoned for the waiting of rebirth, or for reconciliation? He never met in life or death...

Unable to laugh out loud on his own, he suddenly found that the choking in his throat was worse than crying. He covered his face with his hands, but he couldn't shed tears when he was sad. !

An executioner to pity the souls of the dead under the knife?Why should he!why...

His fists were clenched tightly, his shoulders that had been on guard just now were pulled together weakly and defeatedly, and the long blue hair under the moonlight seemed to have all the anger taken away in an instant, and he clung to him obediently.

He no longer dared to extravagantly ask for his forgiveness, and had no position to ask him to forgive, he only hoped to win a chance, no matter how remote and unattainable, he also wanted to ask for a chance to stay by his side, even if it was just in a corner, as long as He is everywhere he can see, and the rest of his life is enough.

melting night...

Just calling your name can make me so sweet but bitter, how do you let me let go?How not to love?

In the house, I slowly hid in, unfamiliar furnishings, but a familiar smell wafted, hugging the pillow, the corners of the lips raised involuntarily, contented, and took a deep breath of the breath on the pillow.

It was the smell that made him fall in love with madness and heartbreak, but he also loved it so much that he dared not open his mouth. It only belonged to the smell of melting night. It was calm and restrained, but still innocent and playful. It was slightly alienated, as if it would forever reject people from thousands of miles away. beyond reach.

But Ling Xu knew that there were too many things in his heart, and he was burdened with too much. As time passed, he forgot what it was to be himself and what it meant to be selfish, and to him, he was the one who pushed him into the abyss. executioner!

Lying quietly on the bed, staring blankly at the high beams, the surroundings are filled with the atmosphere that only belongs to the melted night. It feels like a lifetime away, as if time has returned to many similar days and nights 4000 years ago.

Although he didn't have a heart-to-heart relationship, at least he was still by his side, complete and complete, no matter whether he loved or hated, at least his eyes were all about him...

"Melting Night..." He opened his mouth tremblingly, something he couldn't help but overflowed from the corner of his eyes, slipped down his temples and buried in his hair, the tears of the king were so desperate and silent.

Everyone in the world loves the king, who is condescending and disdainful of all heroes, who holds the power of life and death, tramples countless creatures under his feet, and is in a position of power that wants wind and rain.

But they don't know that they are mistaken for this flashy and misty thing, and they ignorantly push away the despair and loneliness of the only person in the world who can heal the pain and wipe away the tears.

If time could be reversed, he would not regret approaching him with such a mentality, let alone using these methods to keep him by his side, even if he would never be able to detect his feelings for him, at least he would be able to be completely in himself forever and ever around!

A good night's dream, because of this familiar smell, because it's rare to be alone to vent to the fullest, but also because of a good night's dream, Ling Xu couldn't help feeling cold, and the whereabouts of the solution did not return overnight.

With the light of the morning light falling down into the courtyard, he rushed out anxiously, and just stepped out of the door before seeing the melting night coming into the courtyard from outside the door.

Ling Xu's figure flashed to Rong Ye's side, and he grasped Rong Ye's icy wrist, his eyes full of anxiety: "Where did you go? Why didn't you come back all night?"

Feeling the coldness in his palms, Ling Xu held Rong Ye's hands in both hands, exhaled slowly, and rubbed his cold hands lightly but quickly: "Why is it so cold? Why don't you wear more clothes?!"

Rong Ye raised his head, and met Ling Xu's anxious expression, with a blank expression on his face, neither accepting nor rejecting the tightly clenched hands, as if it had nothing to do with him, but his brows were slightly frowned for some reason.

Thinking that Rong Ye was angry at his own recklessness and insistence on going his own way, Ling Xu struggled for a long time, as if he wanted to remember the touch of his hand, he reluctantly let go, how could his imposing question just now have half the momentum?

"I don't mean to blame you, and I don't mean to care about you. I just want to be more anxious and take care of myself. It's cold at night. If you go out at night, it's always good to bring more clothes..."

Although he still didn't get the slightest response, Ling Xu, who never left Rong Ye for a moment, could see the frown on Mu Ran's face. Although he knew in his heart that he saw him not far away, when he really faced him, he was surprised. He was so caught off guard that the move was fatal, and he sighed with a wry smile, who can blame him? !

"You must be tired if you haven't rested all night. Go into the house and have a rest." Reluctantly withdrew his hands and pulled his head together, "I'll do it now, so I won't bother you."

After speaking, I will be nostalgic as long as I have, but I can't allow him to leave unwillingly.

Looking at the back that was fading away, Rong Ye was still numb, as if all the affection had been evacuated from his face, but the deep lock was a little tighter.

He lowered his head, looking at his empty hands as if he still couldn't regain his senses, and gently stroked the fingertips of his left hand with his right hand, as if the scorching temperature still remained there, scorching hot, completely different from his own coldness.

Why are you always different in front of me, making me think again and again that perhaps I am special to you, why always tell me again and again when I think I may be special to you, that I am special How ridiculous and ridiculous, idiot's dream...

Ling Xu, you are a real king, a veritable king, because no one can see your real purpose clearly.

In fact, Rong Ye came back in the middle of the night, and when he entered the room, he felt a slightly unusual existence, but when he saw Ling Xu lying on the bed, he was so shocked that he couldn't react for a while.

When he came back to his senses, he ran out as if escaping, and sat outside the door all night. The cold night wind made people feel sleepy, quietly watching the dark night, and sat until dawn.

I don't think about anything, I dare not think about anything, I just look at it aimlessly and empty.

Slowly approaching the bed, as if the habit of that person still remained on it, domineering and sharp, just like him.

Brushing the quilt with fingertips, there was still some residual warmth, which was different from his own coldness, and the flashing thought made Rong Ye laugh at himself secretly.

Love, this kind of boring drama has been staged countless times. The first time you fall into the trap can be called ignorance, the second time you fall into the trap can be called stupidity, and the third time, you can’t use any gorgeous rhetoric to cover up , but because of the word self-introduction.

For some reason, the brain began to become drowsy, and the bed board and the whole house began to shake. One hand propped up on the bed to support his precarious body, and he shook his head vigorously, but he couldn't get rid of the increasingly chaotic consciousness.

4000 years ago, he let go without warning, and even accidentally injured the main battle force of countless demons in the confusion of consciousness, causing countless deaths and injuries. seriously injured.

Even the angels were not spared. The five angels fell asleep due to serious injuries, but the demons were still there.

A blood sacrifice of gods and demons that lasted for thousands of years, almost burned the entire continent of gods and demons, and made people miserable. The wanton provocation of the demons was forced to be involved in the war, and the elves only made the minimum resistance and only wanted to defend the territory under their jurisdiction.

It can be described as sitting on the sidelines and reaping the benefits of being a fisherman. The unconscious massacre in the gods' barracks could almost be said to see gods kill gods, see demons kill demons, and go east to pray for the heavenly moat. All the current elites of the world are withered. They are the common demons of the gods and demons, but unexpectedly, they are pies that fell from the sky of the elves.

The two clans that dominated the mainland were forced to withdraw from the stage of history, while the clan of elves, who naturally lived at the top, grew stronger than ever.

The behavior of the Elven King is unpredictable. Even the protoss who were once allies are not immune to slavery and humiliation, not to mention the demons who once fought against each other.

For 4000 years after the Blood Sacrifice of Gods and Demons, they lived in the heat of the water every day. If they could choose, maybe they would rather choose to die in battle, at least to leave a famous name, and at least one more back. It is an irresistible exploitation by others.

No one uttered the pain, and no one complained about hatred, because they knew in their hearts that they were reduced to this point because of whom and why, and they did not regret the war. It is the instinct of the demons to fight fiercely.