The Marshal's Lady of the Actor [Interstellar]

How ridiculous can life be?

Probably, when you have gone through all kinds of difficulties and dangers and finally reached the top, someone will take away everything under your feet and make you fall down hard.

This is not enough.

Your tenacious mind and deep hatred support you to stand up, climb up from the abyss step by step, and finally the revenge is avenged and the misunderstanding is resolved.

But the one who will always cherish you, love you, and be the only light in your life.

But tortured to death by your own hands.

The heavy rain fell with thunderbolts.

Xiao Wutong stuffed himself into Qi Chen's arms, and grabbed the other's arm to embrace him.

He was lying on the ground, his clean and tidy hair was polluted by muddy water, and mud was splashed on his white face.

But he was indifferent.

Just looking at Qi Chen.

Ever since he left Lancang Continent, he hasn't looked at each other so carefully for a long time.

Qi Chen lost a lot of weight.

His face was still handsome, but it was like a piece of skin wrapped around the bones, above that handsome was only the vitality of death, without any blood of a living person.

When touched by fingers, there is only a piece of roughness.

The skin of a cultivator has always been smooth and delicate, how could it be so rough.

He stroked the man's face repeatedly, drawing the outline with his fingertips.

Eyes blurred.

"Brother must be playing a prank."

"Brother will not leave Wutong alone."

"Okay, okay, Wutong is not angry anymore, Wutong has forgiven senior brother."

"Brother, stop pretending to be asleep."

He said indulgently, stuffed himself into the man's arms, and closed his eyes.

The heavy rain was about to stop eventually, and the sun's rays evaporated the water from the ground, and Qi Chen didn't wake up.

A strong rotten breath entered Xiao Wutong's nasal cavity, he finally moved his body, stood up, and carried Qi Chen on his back.

"It's very dirty here."

"Brother, I will take you away."

Humming a song, he walked step by step through the corpses all over the ground, and through the dead and silent land that had been tortured by robbery and thunder.

The weight on the back gradually became lighter, and the carrion on the corpse slowly disappeared, revealing numerous white bones.

Chance is such a mysterious thing. The battle between immortals and demons ended with Xiao Wutong's crossing the catastrophe. All the monks in the Lancang Continent fell here, and the demon cultivators were also smashed by the aftermath of the catastrophe.

Regardless of the immortals and demons, they all became extinct because of Xiao Wutong.

However, human beings' desire to cultivate the Tao has not been extinct, and there will always be lucky people who find the treasures of exercises left in the world and embark on the way of cultivation.

One day, Xiao Wutong saw a cultivator again after a long absence.

That child is extremely immature, and his cultivation has only just entered the Qi training period.

Xiao Wutong carefully placed the bones on his back on the ground, watching the child practice together.

"Brother, that's a cultivator."

"It seems that Lancang Continent has finally slowed down."

He took Bone's hand, squinted his eyes and looked at the child from afar.

Suddenly, the child put down the things in his hands, and happily rushed towards the thatched hut beside him.

"Master!"

Xiao Wutong followed the trend and saw a man in a white shirt came out of the house, bowed his head and picked up the child.

He was stiff.

The figure of this cultivator is ninety percent similar to that of Qi Chen.

"and many more!"

Xiao Wutong yelled, trying to stop the monk, but the other party heard his voice, turned his head to look over, and showed extreme fear on his face.

The monk got up and ran.

Xiao Wutong let out a wave of devilish energy and pulled him back abruptly.

When he got closer, he realized that this person was not similar to Qi Chen in appearance, but they were extremely similar in figure.

"Who are you."

His mind was blank, and he only listened to himself.

The monk ignored his apprentice and knelt on the ground with a plop.

"Leader Xiao! Please spare me! I was also forced to do nothing!"

Xiao Wutong pulled him up from the ground, grabbed his collar and asked each word.

"what have you done."

In those brown eyes, there was a sharp light like a falcon.

The monk trembled all over, but he couldn't say a word.

But even if he didn't say it, Xiao Wutong already understood.

On the Zhanxian Terrace, what he saw was not Qi Chen at all.

There is no reason for his hurt and resentment at all!

Everything is his fault.

The monk was still begging for mercy, but the young man threw him out expressionlessly, his flesh and blood body was torn into pieces by the devilish energy, ruining the last fish that slipped through the net.

But Xiao Wutong didn't have any comfort.

He kept thinking about the scene of that day over and over in his mind, thinking about Qi Chen who had been abolished by himself.

It's all his fault.

It was all his fault that caused such consequences!

He never searched for the facts of that day, and never knew whether it was Qi Chen who appeared at Zhanxiantai and severed ties with him.

coward!coward!

Xiao Wutong is a coward through and through!

Holding the white skeleton in his arms, the boy stumbled and walked for an unknown how long and how far he walked.

But those stretched feet were not even damaged at all.

Finally, he couldn't walk anymore.

Holding the increasingly heavy white bones, he found a big rock and sat down.

The left hand grabs the bone of the left hand, the right hand grabs the bone of the right hand, and the body burrows into the chest.

Like every time in the past, let Qi Chen's breath wrap himself.

"Brother..."

His voice, which has not been used for a long time, is unbearably dry, and his voice, which is as light as an oriole, is also extremely unpleasant.

The lips opened and closed, but no words came out.

He just grasped the hand bone tightly, and buried himself deeper into the bosom of the bone.

The sun sets and rises, and the afterglow of the setting sun falls on the land several times, until the leaves turn yellow and fall, the snow condenses and melts, the winter jasmine blooms and fades, and the earth is dyed green.

The sky thundered, dark clouds covered the sky, and heavy rain poured down, washing away the summer heat.

The boy's body moved slightly, slightly, and a mosquito-like sound came out from his shriveled lips.

"Indus, I miss you."

He blinked.

The rain hit his face, intertwined with the warm tears, and it was hard to tell which was rain and which was tears.

The boy's body was trembling from sobbing, and he was crying loudly, the emotions that had been pent up for a long time completely broke out at this moment.

"sorry Sorry sorry!!"

"Brother, I miss you so much!"

"Think about it!"

Even the sound of the rain could not hide the crying of the desperate crack.

No one will care about his clothes on a rainy day, no one will take revenge quietly when he is bullied, no one will take revenge carefully while accepting the new year's money pillow on his head, no one will remember every year On his birthday, send a hot and delicious longevity noodles.

There is only him left in this world.

Alone, alone.

Even if he was crying, no one asked him why, and no one tried his best to comfort him with a soft voice.

He is truly alone.

Xiao Wutong tightly grasped the bones of his hand, the hard bones were hard on his body, he didn't realize it.

In the thousands or even tens of thousands of years to come, no one will love and trust him like this again.

A bright light came out from the center of the dark cloud, and that light was falling on the weeping young man. He raised his head blankly, with tears on his face.

That is the light of ascension.

That is already the entire Lancang Continent, a landscape that has not been seen in a thousand years.

The warm light fell on him, pulling him upwards irresistibly, Xiao Wutong turned around in a hurry, holding the bones tightly in his arms.

It's good to go anywhere, and it's good to do anything.

As long as my brother is here.

He only had bones in his eyes, and even the soaring light couldn't draw his attention.

What will happen in the devil world, and how to survive at that time.

What does it matter to him?

As long as there is a brother, it is enough.

This is just the smallest, simplest wish.

But Tiandao didn't want this person who was burdened with serious sins to get what he wanted.

The light of ascension did not lead Xiao Wutong to the upper demon world, he was thrown into a dark and boundless world by the warm and safe light.

Dangerous space cracks appear and disappear at any time, space turbulence is enough to tear apart any existence, even sound and light cannot escape this terrifying environment.

Here is the crack between the world and the world.

Nothing can survive here, nothing but endless turbulence and cracks.

There was a legend in the Lancang Continent that no one in the world could walk out of the space-time rift alive.

Xiao Wutong finally recovered from his own world.

At this time, the cracks and turbulent currents had found him, leaving one after another deep wounds on his body.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!

The young man couldn't help screaming in pain, but he put all his strength on the bone regardless.

Senior Brother...Senior Brother...

His brain was both clear and chaotic, he yelled in his heart over and over again, and he didn't realize that his heart was full of bones.

But in the space crack, even protecting oneself is impossible, who can protect a bone?

No matter what Xiao Wutong did, he could only helplessly watch countless cracks appear on the white bones.

It doesn't matter how many barriers you build, or how much spiritual power you use.

First the fingers and toes, then the arms and legs, representing Qi Chen's last bones, gradually disappeared into nothingness.

The turbulence left Xiao Wutong one after another terrifying typhoid fever, but he didn't realize it.

Only the gradually disappearing white bones, like the blunt blade, cut through his heart one by one.

He tried his best, but there was nothing he could do.

The white bones became smaller and smaller, and finally only the head remained in the boy's palm.

He held it tightly in his arms, curling up to protect the skull.

useless.

Even this last existence turned into fine grains of sand in his crazy and desperate gaze, slipped away from the palm of his hand, and merged into nothingness.

"Brother ah ah ah ah!!!"

No one heard his cry.

Brother is gone.

will never return.

Xiao Wutong no longer constructed the protective shield, he relaxed his limbs, fully exposing himself before the crack.

The turbulent flow of space cut him mercilessly, and soon, this complete body was tattered, and the human form could not be seen anymore.

The legend about the crack in space still hasn't been broken.

Like all the people who strayed here, the boy will be torn apart, his soul will be crushed, and he will disappear forever in the three thousand worlds.

Just before his consciousness completely fell into eternal darkness, he trembled his lips and asked in a low, low voice.

Brother, are you still waiting for me?

As soon as the voice came out, it was torn apart in the chaotic universe, mixed with his shattered corpse, and returned to nothingness.

I'm here to find you.