no one knows better than me

A billowing wave of fire rushed forward, swallowing everything into ashes.A spark splashed past Zhuang Huang's fingertips, but she remained still, staring at the tip of Zhuang Qingliu's knife, and said in a low voice, "So simple?"

"Not at all." Zhuang Qingliu's wrist remained motionless, watching her quietly, and said softly, "I've thought about it for a long time."

There was a slight arc on Zhuang Huang's mouth: "So after thinking for a long time, is the knife pointed at me?"

Zhuang Qingliu: "It points to my heart."

Zhuang Huang fell silent.

Zhuang Qingliu's eyes danced with phantoms of fire, which were deeply reflected in her eyes: "Because in your heart, there are only things you want to do, only things in the past, and only things in the future. Other than that, you have nothing I care. You don’t see the present in your eyes, and you don’t have real people around you.”

"When I was very young, I often sat on the long steps outside the altar and listened to you playing a piece of water organ music, because you never played that piece of music to me except for those 'relatives' inside the altar. On the contrary, I have been punished by you more than 30 times for eavesdropping. Zhuheng was despised and ignored by you since she was a child, but she always regards you as a teacher, respects you, and obeys you. She has no fault, But you punish her all day in the name of a follower."

"In many places, the human race is quite familiar with the art of falconry, year after year, day after day. Finally, the subdued and lifeless falcons are kept by their side so that they can be used obediently."

Zhuang Qingliu looked at Zhuang Huang firmly: "You never take the people around you seriously. So even if you take 'them' back one day, how will you treat 'them'?"

The smile on the corners of Zhuang Huang's lips deepened, but his eyes darkened: "If we don't talk about this, then what do I lose? At the beginning, thousands of swords rushed over like a tide. After the big wave, there was nothing left around me. What? No more, who should I blame these accounts on?"

Zhuang Qingliu's heart seemed to be filled with strong winds, and he was desolate and empty. He whispered word by word: "The injustice has its leader, and the debt has its owner. But no matter what—it's not them."

Zhuang Huang's eyes completely darkened, as if sinking into a bottomless abyss.At the same time, the hand behind his back finally moved, and bit by bit he pulled out a long knife that was exactly the same as Zhuling.

Zhuang Qingliu was not surprised, his eyes didn't move at all, the two of them looked directly at each other, the blades were covered with a fiery aura that circulated endlessly.

"In that case, come with me."

All of a sudden, Zhuang Huang's figure moved like lightning from the spot, rushing towards Zhuang Qingliu with a forceful force.However, Zhuang Qingliu deflected the tip of the knife freely, and suddenly combined the two knives together. At the same time, sparks flashed and splashed between the blades, and at the same time, a silver light shot up into the sky, blowing the wind along the southwest sea in the distance. The thunderbolt burst and shot down wildly.

— Wow! ! ——Boom!

The turbulent blue sea was sliced ​​open with a single knife, and the turbulent sea water was swept straight into the sky in the terrifying and fierce wind of the knife. After the gorgeous sea waves fell back, all the waves were split into two halves, and in the long ocean, gradually revealed a The endless seabed road.

Withdraw the knife and cut off the water.

Rolling smoke and dust rose in the distance, and the entire Ancient Dream Tide began to tremble in the raging fire. All the voices gathered together and began to turn in the same direction.Animals are born with the instinct to avoid chaos. As long as the road is set up, they will naturally escape.

The smile on Zhuang Huang's face rolled across, and the blade swung across Zhuang Qingliu's neck suddenly with a sharp wind.

Zhuang Qingliu's long knife turned back, flipped it strangely with her bare hands, grabbed the tip of her knife with her backhand, jumped up suddenly with her strength, and slashed Zhuang Huang's back with a long knife.

Holding the knife, Zhuang Huang lowered his head slightly, touched his back with his hand back, turned his palm over, casually stroked the handful of blood and said with a light smile, "It's been many years... I haven't suffered such an injury."

Zhuang Qingliu's eyes just fell on the shadow under her feet for a moment, and then the blade rolled up and flew up.After Zhuang Huang closed his eyes deeply and remained motionless on the spot, he finally shot up into the sky like lightning, and the tip of the knife pierced Zhuang Qingliu's lower abdomen.

——Zi la!

In the overlapping flickering of light and shadow, a group of white shadows suddenly appeared.A white-haired fox jumped out of nowhere, and tightly wrapped around Zhuang Huang's neck at the very moment.The knife in Zhuang Qingliu's hand didn't stop, and stabbed straight at Zhuang Huang's heart in an instant.Amidst the light and silent puffing sound, all of Zhuling's blades penetrated to the end without hindrance, and a stream of blood burst out suddenly.

Zhuang Huang's eyes contracted sharply, and illusory light and shadows appeared in front of him. Bloodshots slowly spread and seeped from the depths of his pupils, and his whole body began to become cold and stiff.

Zhuang Qingliu lowered her head, looking calmly at the long knife that also reached the bottom from her abdomen, and did not lift it up for a long time.

The fire blazed across the wilderness, and the wind whimpered incessantly in the sky and in the ears.

ended.

Zhuang Qingliu put his hands together slightly trembling, and pulled out Zhuling bit by bit.Hanging out his hand, after taking Zhuang Huang into his arms, he gently put his palm on her eyes and slowly wiped it off.

A long bloodstain gradually dripped from the straight and solemn long steps of the altar, and the dark green fluorescent sarcophagus coffin lid was pushed open and closed soundlessly.The sound of the wind stopped, and the ground reflected the light and shadow of embarrassment.After Zhuang Qingliu bowed his head for a moment, he knelt down silently towards the Lingshui Pool under his feet, and buried his head deeply in it.

The whimpering that died down in the air spread to the bottom of the water.

After a long time, Zhuang Qingliu bowed up and down, raised his hand and wiped the biting and cold water drops on his face.At the same time, a silent and deep shadow quietly appeared at the bottom of her feet, gradually covering her completely.

Zhuang Qingliu slowly raised his head.

Zhu Heng's eyes fell on the coffin behind her, and he said in a low trembling voice: "What are you doing?"

Zhuang Qingliu didn't make a sound.

As if feeling at a loss and at a loss, it took a long time before the corners of Zhu Heng's mouth moved again, and his voice became hoarse: "Why on earth did you...become like this?"

Zhuang Qingliu fixed his gaze on a spot on the ground, raised the back of his hand, wiped the blood from his mouth lightly, got up on the ground, missed her and went out.

A taut bowstring rose slowly, standing straight in front of her eyes, motionless: "—Speak."

After Zhuang Qingliu looked up at the cold lead gray sky, he suddenly said, "Don't you also like her?"

The air cooled down inch by inch, Zhu Heng turned his head slowly, and parted his lips in disbelief: "What?"

Zhuang Qingliu didn't pay any attention to it, and walked around the bowstring.

Zhu Heng's figure reappeared five steps in front of her in an instant, and asked word by word: "Do you dare to say that you have no selfishness?"

Zhuang Qing was silent for a moment with blood dripping from the corner of her clothes, and looked into her eyes calmly: "I have."

It seemed that something tense in Zhuheng's eyes finally collapsed and shattered, and he didn't say anything.Slowly straightening her back, raising her arms little by little, pointing coldly at Zhuang Qingliu.

The tip of the arrow reflected the glare of the silver moonlight, and under the cover of this glimmer, there seemed to be other water waves shaking slightly.

— puff.

A spirit arrow was shot out with a strong wind, and the person in front of her didn't even look at her, and walked away straight away with shoulders crossed.Bringing a large number of people from Gumengchao, they walked away along the long road under the sea without looking back.

After Zhuang Qingliu knelt down on the ground and coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, he still wiped it lightly with the back of his hand, then touched his chest, grabbed the cold spirit sword, pulled it out, and got up on the ground.

Black clouds billowed in the sky, and the dense waves of wraiths became more and more screaming and sharp, dancing wildly in all directions.

Zhuang Qingliu looked up at the sky, but pressed Yu Chenyue deeply into the crumbling belly of the cliff little by little with his hand: "In Gumengchao, ordinary people will improve their cultivation five times due to their abundant spiritual power. Because, the evil spirits of these wraiths are also the same."

She retracted her gaze and lowered her head: "Did you expect this?"

Yu Chenyue's lips were straightened into a line.

Zhuang Qingliu asked again: "Can you still control it now?"

Yu Chenyue's Adam's apple rolled up and down: "I can't control it anymore." Out of control.

Zhuang Qingliu didn't say anything, and he didn't even look at him again. The moment he withdrew his hand, the whole cliff collapsed.Immediately, a moon-white light and shadow swirled down from the sky above the center of the island, and her figure disappeared in place.

In the past many years, when many clansmen came to say goodbye to her, in the dead of night, she occasionally wondered if there would be such a day...and when that day came, who should she go to and take care of? say goodbye.

Now this day has finally arrived.

The sky was gloomy and gloomy, with endless fine ice particles falling, but it still didn't snow.

In Gumengchao, the huge and formidable wraith would fly out from time to time, trying to cross the sea and rush into Xianlu.On the high cliff of Sigui, a figure flapped his clothes and slashed non-stop.

Mei Hualan held a blood-dripping sword and stopped beside the one-person-high boundary marker, moved her throat at the person who seemed to be standing on the edge of the cliff, and said in a hoarse voice: "I'm coming."

Zhuang Qingliu's slightly pursed lips bent a little, her gaze was all about her: "Come pick me up?"

Mei Hualan didn't know what to think of, looked at her and began to nod: "I... the yard I live in is finished, I'll take you back and have a look."

Zhuang Qingliu's thin lips bent a little more, and asked intentionally, "Go back, where?"

Mei Hualan's eyes fell on her upper body, which was constantly oozing blood, her whole body trembled slightly, she opened her mouth, but said silently, "Back—" Go home.

Zhuang Qingliu glanced in the direction of the Mei Family Immortal Mansion, his eyelashes seemed to blink slightly: "I'm a little yearning."

She withdrew her gaze, finally set off from the edge of the cliff where the sound of the waves was rolling, and slowly approached the Meihualan, smiled and sat down: "But don't worry about it, just sit here for a while, it's pretty good here."

The sword in Mei Hualan's hand fell to the ground with a clang, and she knelt down half-kneeling, using her hands to block the wound on her body, the arrow wound that kept gushing blood.

Zhuang Qingliu's voice was a little tired, but she looked at her very softly: "Silly girl, it's useless. It can't be blocked, and it's not because of this injury."

Mei Hualan collapsed, and suddenly hugged her forcefully into her arms: "...don't be like this."

Zhuang Qingliu lay in her arms, blinking her eyelashes like a butterfly: "I don't seem to think too much about it. But I haven't hit it before."

Mei Hualan hugged her tightly and got up without saying a word.

Zhuang Qingliu stretched out his hand and lightly pressed her shoulder, his voice was a little tired: "It's nothing, Mei Pan. Everyone has such a day, sometimes even if you want to force it, you can't force it..."

"Just let me rest for a while."

Mei Hualan stopped standing up.

Zhuang Qingliu patted her head, pulled her to sit cross-legged in front of her, stretched her fingers one by one, twirled the flower rope a few times, and said, "Du'er is lively and naughty, I will leave it to you, take good care of it."

A pale golden aura flew out of her hand, and within a few strokes, it was forced into Mei Hualan's palm.

Mei Hualan lowered her head and remained motionless, watching the blood from her wound slowly stop, but her whole body gradually became transparent.

The corners of Zhuang Qingliu's mouth hooked slightly, and he gently raised his hand to pinch her face: "What's the matter, don't you think it's too little?"

Mei Hualan looked up at her blankly.

Zhuang Qingliu rubbed her face lightly and slowly with his fingers, and laughed softly: "I have it. I want to give it to you. But for so many years, I haven't saved any good things."

"So don't touch the other things left behind me. You don't have to think about avenging me or doing extra things for me. You only do what you like. You can go wherever you want. Whatever it is. I'll be happy then."

Something came out of Mei Hualan's eyes, and the arms around her tightened inch by inch: "——I promise you."

"I heard it." Zhuang Qingliu's velvet eyelashes curled up naturally, and her eyes fell on her face, "I have heard everything you have said all these years."

"I've never lived a life like this before. I've been happy all these years, too."

Zhuang Qingliu lowered her head and looked at her tenderly: "I will remember."

"I will always remember."

Mei Hualan lowered her head deeply, big tears splashed onto the ground, and a circle of undulating burrs protruded from the edge.

"...I don't want to part with you either." Zhuang Qingliu touched her head silently, then gradually moved his hand back and forth, and pressed it between Mei Hualan's eyebrows.

Mei Hualan opened her eyes suddenly, and tightly clenched her wrist.

The fine snow particles are flying, and there seems to be a faint plum fragrance floating in the air.

After a while, Zhuang Qingliu curled her fingers back, then lightly held Mei Hualan's hand, and said: "—Okay." She raised her head in a rare ecstasy and said, "Then don't forget, remember me .”

The sky was getting darker, and intermittent light snow drifted up.But she didn't even have time to wait for the snow to get bigger.

too short.

It's too short...a bit longer would be nice.

Zhuang Qingliu lay in Mei Hualan's arms, holding her hands together.She didn't feel that this time was too short until this moment... There was no room for buffer for the person she liked.

This person probably thought she was cold, so he kept shrinking and hugging her tightly.

The transparency on Zhuang Qingliu's body has spread to his fingertips, he looked at the sky and said, "I haven't had time for some people...Mei Jiaxu, be careful of him."

Mei Hualan's eyelids became lower and lower due to the heavy weight, and the hand firmly pressing on Zhuang Qingliu's shoulder trembled slightly due to the force: "Don't do this...don't go."

The water in Zhuang Qingliu's eyes flashed past, she drew her lower eyelashes and tilted her head, her eyes turned to the sword placed beside her, and she asked in a lower and lower voice: "Do you like it?"

Mei Hualan buried her cold cheeks in her neck: "...don't go."

Zhuang Qingliu fiddled with the tiny snow particles that fell on her eyelashes with very light movements, moved away a little, and motioned Mei Hualan to turn the sword over, and said, "I just thought of a name, called 'Zhan Deng'." 'How about it?"

The winter wind was cold and biting, and the snowflakes that fell on the sword were pure and crystal clear. Mei Hualan flipped her wrist lightly: "A lamp?"

"……Um."

Zhuang Qingliu seemed to want to say something more, but the words that he hadn't said twitched on the tip of his tongue, and then he took it back, but his eyes went out, and he looked behind Mei Hualan.

The wind was rumbling, and the wind pierced through the fields, and a large number of people rushed up along the winding cliff path.

Zhuang Qingliu's hands were almost invisible, and the ending sound was scattered in the wind: "Mei Pan... When did you grow up?"

Mei Hualan: "Immediately, so you wait for me..."

Before she could finish her sentence, following the first figure rushing to the peak, the person in front of her suddenly moved forward without any warning, and put her heart on the tip of the lamp's sword.

The world stood still.

A large number of people surged up like a tide, and the surroundings were boiling with strange and strange things.

Zhuang Qingliu's eyes were calm and soft, and his whole body blurred and disappeared instantly in Mei Hualan's arms, and turned into a thousand phosphorescent lights and shadows, covering the sky and flying brilliantly.

The crowds of chattering people seemed to be temporarily blocked by Meihuari, and a small flower appeared in the phantom, circling and dancing around her like the person who first appeared by her side back then.

This time it was a reluctant farewell.

Mei Hualan burst into tears.

Even the light and shadow that became more and more transparent in the shape of a small flower lightly brushed over her chin, cheeks and nose tip, and then quietly disappeared around the corner of her mouth.

The last ray of light disappeared.

All the flashing and brilliant fluorescent lights floated across the sea, and the exhausted spiritual power was gently wrapped down like a soft film, and flowed back to all the plants and trees in the entire ancient dream tide, enveloping them all.

The sky was covered with dark clouds and the moon was covered by lightning.

Ray finally struck down.