blues paradox

Ice, cold, and dark, that's how the blues feel right now.

He slowly opened his eyes, the sudden light irritated his fragile eyes, tears slipped down from the corners of his eyes uncontrollably, and the emerald green eyes instantly became watery, like sparkling water. the lake.

This is……

The palace on Fengmo Mountain?

He is standing in a long and elegant corridor. The gorgeous black jade pillars are carved with complicated patterns, like some kind of long-lost ancient characters. Every stroke and every painting seems to contain a powerful and pure spirit. magic.

A solemn and majestic atmosphere emanates from every part of the corridor—those cold black jade floor tiles, those neatly arranged jade pillars, those complicated and mysterious patterns, those simple and noble reliefs carved on the handrails... …

There is also the icy and snowy land outside the promenade, and the enchanting and wild rose garden covered under the thick snow.

Lan Tuo stood up and looked at the vast white snow in the distance. No one could have guessed that under the vast and desolate snow and ice, there were large tracts of tenacious and gorgeous wild roses—the flowers Xiusuo really loved. It blooms openly and wildly between the heaven and the earth, like a blazing flame, burning people's eyes, and seems to be able to burn the sky to ashes!

He will never forget that day, Xiu was standing in this position, with a little complacency in his slightly raised phoenix eyes, a wicked smile on his lips, pointing at the bright red spot hidden under the snow, Announced to him in a lazy and hoarse voice just after taking a bath: "That's our...princess."

Ours, Blues really loves this word, and the joyful and proud look that Xiu brought when he said this word, no matter how many times I think about it, I can’t suppress the shock in my heart as if I heard it for the first time with throbbing.

But now, the scenery remains the same, but the man who is so sacred and inviolable is no longer around...

"Only people who are about to die like to recall the past." Mei Qingya's soft voice came from behind, like a breeze blowing on the face, which instantly relieved the depression in Lan Tuo's heart at the moment.

He turned around and looked at Mei, his faint smile was filled with a bit of indescribable innocence, mixed with some kind of cruelty that was almost cruel, he put his palm on his heart, tilted his head cutely, and whispered softly: " Do you think it's alive now?"

"Maybe." Mei looked at Lan Tiao's almost crazy appearance, and suddenly smiled strangely. The smile was as warm and warm as a spring breeze, but it was not like the compassionate and pitiful smile that Mei usually wore. Even brought a bit of untimely pleasure.

Lan Tuo smiled nonchalantly, his emerald green eyes were like a lake with a rising tide, the green was so deep, almost a dark green color, deep and faintly sharp, as if he could see through people's hearts just like that, He looked at Mei with special meaning, "Shouldn't we be smashed to pieces? Father Mei is really good. Not only did he save a few of us, but he also sent us to this palace by such a coincidence."

"Ah, this has nothing to do with me. Maybe it's really just luck?" Mei covered her lips and smiled lightly, an obscure stream of light flashed across her silver-gray eyes, "I think it's because of that cultivator. Your Highness can't wait to see his dick, what do you think, kid?"

Lan Tuo looked at Mei silently for a while, then suddenly opened his lips and smiled lightly, blinked his eyes cutely, with a bit of slyness flashing in his eyes, "I hope it's like what you said."

Before Mei could answer, the priest of the Demon Realm who had been silent all this time suddenly pointed to the end of the corridor, and said in a deep voice, "It's time to go."

Xiu... Father, are you in a corner of this palace, holding a glass of red wine as bright as blood in your hand, or playing with an enchanting rose, leaning lazily on the high throne , evoked an unfathomable but sinister smile, waiting for my arrival?

Lan Tuo took one last look at Mei, and then turned his head to look at the end of the corridor, which was the road leading to the side hall. He smiled lightly, "Then let's go."

I have been to this palace blues twice before, and I am quite familiar with it. However, at this moment, there are many things in the palace, not the kind of conspicuous buildings, flowers or decorations, but some small and easily Neglected places, such as the strange decorative lines that suddenly appeared on the originally smooth and solid black jade pillars, or the extra pattern depressions on the floor, seemed to have been described and implemented by some large-scale formation here.

Suddenly, Lan Tiao stopped in his tracks, frowned and said, "Do you feel that the magic pressure spreading in the air here is very disordered?"

"I'm sorry, but I can't feel the so-called magic pressure." Mei shrugged helplessly, but her movements were extremely graceful.

The priest closed his eyes and inspected for a moment, then slowly shook his head, "It's not a disorder, there is a certain pattern."

"Hmm." Blues nodded, turned to look somewhere behind him, and raised his finger, "It increases in a spiral shape, and the center is...in the main hall of the palace."

The three looked at each other, and then walked towards the main hall without any dispute.

The layout of the main hall is very similar to that of the temple of the Demon Palace. They are all in a solemn and serious tone, without too many gorgeous decorations and complicated structures. It looks simple and magnificent, but it does not feel plain at all.

However, at this moment, the black jade-like floor in the center of the hall suddenly disappeared, replaced by a deep cave.

The entrance of the cave is very large, but it is also very gloomy. Even the burning torches on the wall seem to become gloomy and cold because of this. Looking down, you can only see a small dim spot of light, faint It seems that there are still gusts of cold wind overflowing from the cave, mixed with a slightly less strong smell of blood, and inexplicably exuding a strange and ominous breath.Built against the wall of the cave is a spiral stone staircase, spiraling down like there is no end, as if it can lead all the way to hell.The stone ladder is very narrow and there is no handrail on the edge, probably because of the age, occasionally a few steps of the stone ladder are broken or crumbling, people can only walk down carefully against the wall, it seems that a little carelessness will cause Fall into the abyss.

Here, so familiar...

Lan Tiao's expression became a little dazed for a moment, but...he had obviously never been here...

Mei slightly bowed and looked at the entrance of the cave, and casually threw a small stone down, but didn't hear the sound of landing for a long time, "It seems to be quite deep, but the fire is still burning, and there is no danger of lack of oxygen."

The priest looked at Lan Tuo indifferently, "Do you want to go down?"

"En." Lan Tuo shook his head for a while, then nodded affirmatively, and took the lead in slowly descending the severely damaged stone ladder against the wall. Seeing this, the priest and Mei also followed him slowly down, the flames flickering In the meantime, the figures of a few people could be vaguely enlarged and projected onto the opposite wall, making the deep and silent cave even more eerie and desolate.

I don't know how long they have walked, but their eyes have already adapted to the brightness of the dim light mixed with the darkness. They have been moving forward cautiously, and even their breathing is unknowingly relaxed, as if they are afraid of disturbing some people. Like a creature hovering in the air, gradually, my brain became cloudy and blurred due to tension and long-term over-concentration, and even my feet seemed to be numb. I didn't feel the slightest weakness or fatigue. Know the mechanics and go down level by level until you reach the end of the cave.

The end is very empty, I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but the two walls always feel that the light of the torches on the wall is getting brighter, it’s no longer the dim yellow with a little crimson, but a light as bright as day, like It is bathed in the dazzling sunlight, but without the slightest warmth from the sun.

In front of them is a huge stone gate, about four or five meters high, the door is closed, and many rare or unknown animals are carved on it, which looks lifelike, as if they are about to walk through the gate in the next moment. Walk down in general.

There should be something in the crack of the door...

Lan Tuo raised his head as if he had been bewitched by something. With his eyesight, he could clearly see the ice slag in the crack of the door, as well as the bursts of smoke that seemed to come from the inside of the stone door. He couldn't help shivering.

Not only the cave, those broken stone stairs that seemed to have no end, even this door was familiar to him... It seemed like he had seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it.

This door should still be icy cold, that kind of tactile feeling seems to be imprinted in my mind until now, that kind of coldness that pierces the heart and lungs like cold iron...

Lan Tiao involuntarily stretched out his palm and gently pressed it against the stone door. It was a bone-piercing cold, as if even the blood was frozen into ice, and stopped flowing instantly, just like in memory...

"There's someone there!"

The priest's hoarse and misty voice sounded suddenly, Lan Tiao was startled, all the muscles in his body trembled suddenly, and he recovered from the trance and mysterious realm.

He followed the line of sight of the priest and Mei, and there was obviously no blocking object, but a shadow appeared inexplicably at the bottom of the empty and bright cave, and a woman was standing in that strange shadow.

No, to be precise, it should be a female corpse, a weird female corpse!

She was wearing a torn long skirt in a mess. The long skirt was supposed to be pure white, but now it was soaked in blood. She seemed to have been dead for a long time, and the blood had turned a dry reddish brown. , and faintly blackened.

Her limbs twisted strangely, as if they were broken, or even broken into pieces, but she still held a broken bow in her hand; her skull also seemed to be broken, and her head It presents a deformed shape; there is almost no intact skin on the whole body, it is all bloody and bloody, and it looks as bloody as if the skin has been peeled from a distance.

However, without the support of her bones, she still stood strangely, her torn lips seemed to be slightly half-opened in a gloomy sneer, as if a series of hoarse curses could be spit out from the broken throat at any time .

Lan Tuo suddenly thought of her. In that weird dream, he had been attached to her and experienced the last journey of her life.