God has been dead for 300 years

I do not know how long it has been.

There was a flash of light in the sky.

There was a whisper from the wind in the fairy world.

The gods obeyed the imperial guard, cherished the heaven and the earth, sacrificed their bodies, and sacrificed themselves to all spirits.

As the wind passed, a ray of spiritual light descended from the top of the cliff and rushed towards Huaying.

Huaying opened her eyes wide, and a silver hairpin suddenly sank into her wrist, with red jade and white patterns, and the mist suddenly rose. After melting into the flesh and blood, the scorching heat continued to spread throughout the body, and every inch of blood was gushing with vast spiritual power.

Seeing this, Yili was not afraid at all, and resolutely stood in front of Yunhe.

Huaying stared at her right wrist.

The Excalibur Mustard Powder not far away was surrounded by spiritual light, slowly gathering a trace of remnant soul.

Huaying tilted her head, and he shook his lips, wanting to say something, but then he pursed his lips tightly like a sob.He cautiously walked towards Xiange Zailu, fearing that something would be alarmed.

According to the record of Xiange, the remnant soul is pure white and holy, the corners of his mouth are slightly upturned, and his head is tilted in a ignorant and cute manner.

He stretched out his hand towards Huaying, as if begging for a hug.

The tears in Huaying's eyes burst suddenly.

He held his breath, and rushed towards Xiange Zailu like crazy, but when he was about to touch the spiritual force field, he fell to the ground.

The remnant soul waved to him.

dissipated in the wind.

Huaying maintained the posture of reaching out her hand, and stood frozen less than a foot away from the Xiange record.He glanced in the direction of the Immortal Hall in fear, and then stared at Xiange Zailu unwillingly.

After a long time, he didn't know whether he was resigned to his fate or depressed, he slowly hugged his head, shrunk his whole body into a small piece, and suppressed sobs.

This is the first time he has cried bitterly in his seven hundred years as a fairy.

Veins popped out, his neck was red, and his whole body was trembling.He buried his eyes in the darkness, thinking he could escape.But what appeared in front of his eyes was still the vivid figure with a long body and a bright and happy face.

He said.

"Brother, it hurts so much."

"Brother, coax me."

"Brother, I miss you."

Brother...

Huaying panicked from the pain in her heart, and slammed her palm at the rocky ground.

The boulder shook violently several times, and the rock island in Quanzhong was in danger.Huge boulders rolled down from the sky, and Huaying staggered towards the spiritual force field.

He held the Excalibur mustard powder in one hand, and the Xiange Zailu in the other.

Yiyou looked in the direction of the Immortal Palace, his eyes were slightly red, he sniffed his nose lightly, let the stones fall on him, walked outside the spiritual force field, and said to Huaying, "You... "

Huaying closed her eyes, "Your Majesty, don't worry, I won't kill them."

"They are kind to you, I know. They all died for the common people, I know."

"I just……"

"Just vent."

"I'm feeling a little uncomfortable, Chong Zun... Yihan is gone, what should I do?"

Yiyou murmured, "Yeah, they're all gone, Chongzun and Congyu are all gone, the two protectors of the leader's chair died in the world, and I'm left alone, what should I do?"

There was a burning sensation in the palm of my hand.

Huaying opened her eyes, only to see that the mustard powder of the Excalibur had condensed into several small sword fragments.

"Ah, Ahan?"

When the sky is falling apart, only the sound of the wind is the answer, and the noise is the answer.The familiar frivolous appearance only exists in dreams.

The jade tea flowers that spread all over the mountains from Yuxian Mansion withered all within a day.

Staggering in black, he climbed up the tallest and largest sea pomegranate tree in the yard.

There is a small black box on it.

The little black box looks small, but it can hold the loved ones of old people.

There are many sweet fudge cakes that the little rascal likes, and the red silk wreaths that I always like to play with.

There is also a pure white folding fan.

Hua Ying said a tactic to the small black box, the box trembled a few times, and suddenly grew in size, becoming a big black box that could accommodate two people.

Hua Ying held the jug in one hand and grabbed the edge of the eaves with the other, rolled over and rolled in.

The black box is thoughtfully covered.

Such a sleep is a hundred years gone.

Hua Ying was awakened by the shaking of the mountain, and then he seemed to think of something, jumped down from the tree, and ran towards Yihan's yard.

Empty.

He is still the only one from Yuxian Mansion.

Hua Ying entered the inner bedroom in the courtyard.

There is a huge bronze mirror in the northwest corner, inlaid with gold and jade on the outside, with a dowry on the back.The surface of the copper mirror was covered with dust, and only a blurry figure was imprinted in a trance, pitch black, bowed, and his movements were as slow as mourning.

Hua Ying gently lifted the dowry.

The sandalwood shavings are fragrant, and the moment the lid is opened, the golden light overflows. The bottom of the box is covered with several layers of dark feather vermilion down, and on top of it, a layer of white fluff seems to be alive, floating gently, like soft and warm starlight, Wrap the broken sword in the center tightly.

Bo Yu lightly touched the blade of the sword, caressing the vermilion crack.

Very quiet in the bedroom.

Since Yihan's fairy grid was broken, all the immortals in Yuxian Mansion were repatriated.The huge square courtyard, with dead trees and no branches, has no color at all. It has been as desolate as a cemetery for 100 years.

Xian Zunyi, you have been here once, and before you stepped into the gate, you were forked back to the Immortal Hall by the gate's prohibition.

Since then, Huaying, who is drunk and dreamy, has never been cared about.

Huaying's eyes were full of vicissitudes of life, she stared at the silvery white for a long time without blinking.His throat moved and he called softly.

"Ahan."

Broken sword lost soul, after all, ruthless.

Even if the eyes of the people next to the dowry are sour, it is difficult to answer one or two.

Hua Ying leaned against the bronze mirror and slowly sat down. At some point, a pot of strong wine slipped out of her sleeve.

Burning a knife, the taste is like fire, and the dryness is like a flame.As soon as it entered the throat, it was like a knife piercing flesh and blood, trying to penetrate the long throat.

The black-clothed god poured down one mouthful after another without stopping.

His complexion was the same, neither sad nor happy.

He waited too long.

The vivid figure in the chaos constantly broke into his sea of ​​consciousness.

From time to time, lips as soft as sweet honey brushed against the earlobe, smiling cleverly, teasingly, with affectionate eyes, and a coquettish voice.

A puff of smoke broke in, and the eyes were misty again, the tails of the eyes were red, and they wailed and sobbed again and again.

The beautiful eyebrows will be furrowed, and fine beads of sweat will drip from the white forehead.

The beauty of the good spring is tempting and deep.

The veiled curtains, the billowing curtains, the fascinating scenes are but fleeting after all.

With the onslaught of the torrential rain, all the colors turned to pitch black, and the long and tall and frail figure knelt on the ground, with broken bones and no hands or feet.The eye sockets tend to be black, the bridge of the nose is cracked and half-folded, and glaring red flows from the seams of the lips.

The torrential rain became a river, covering the corpse inch by inch.

Finally, chaos breaks open.

The world is barren.

Hua Ying took another sip of wine, rolling in her throat.

He looked a little pale, and stood up holding the bronze mirror. One hand accidentally slipped sideways, wiping off a layer of gray and black on it.

In the bright yellow arc, a familiar figure smiled at Yan Yan.

The porcelain pot in Huaying's hand was released in an instant and fell to the ground suddenly. He blinked and called out, "Ahan?"

The man in the mirror nodded, his lips opened and closed, as if answering.

Huaying held her breath, the surprise in her eyes was almost overflowing, and he called out uncertainly, "Ahan?"

He nodded again.

He answered again.

Hua Ying was extremely happy in an instant.

He reached out and touched the mirror carefully.

The dusty mirror surface was cleaned inch by inch.That vivid color reveals the whole picture.

The little Bai Tuanzi opened a pair of clear and translucent jet-black eyes, her complexion was tender, and her long eyelashes could be misted when she blinked slightly, so she was very cute.

He waved out of the mirror, making faces.

He is swinging.

I am eating a bunny-shaped rose puff pastry.Eat a piece and grow up.

When he grew into a young man, he pouted and showed his teeth, tilted his head to pretend to be dazed, and stretched out his hand out of the mirror——

Hua Ying hastily passed her hand over.Two hands meet in the mirror.

The god in black opened his eyes wide in surprise.

The mirror surface is not cold, but it is warm to the touch.

Huaying swallowed her saliva, her eyes filled with anticipation, and she shouted hoarsely, "Ahan!"

The young man in white listened intently, then tilted his head after listening, and said to him, "Smile, brother."

The god in black obediently pulled the corners of his lips.

Laughing so ugly.

The boy in white curled his lips unhappily, "Brother, are you visiting the grave?"

Huaying shook her head in fear, and hurriedly explained, "I...".

The boy in the mirror: "Hush——"

"Follow me and learn."

"Place your index finger on the right side of the corner of your lips and slide up."

"Yes, move and poke."

The black-clothed god seems to be a puppet of the man in the mirror, and all his movements are obedient, and he does exactly what he does.

He practiced his smirk in front of the mirror.

Step by step, diligently.

His talent is reduced to a laughing stock in this matter, and it is not as good as that of a child.After practicing for a full ten years, he smiled a mediocre look just now.

After he learned how to laugh, the boy in white began to act like a demon again.

The flirtatious young man hooked his fingers at the black-clothed god, and said, "Take off your clothes."

The black-clothed god choked in his throat, but he only paused for a moment before the black robe fell apart with a crash, and a few pieces covered the mirror.

The person in the mirror blushed, but his mouth was not forgiving, and he teased, "Senior brother, are you so careless?"

Huaying nodded thoughtfully.

The youthful young master rested his chin, as if he was thinking about something.

After a while, he pointed his finger to a cage, "Go there and get the clothes."

The god in black stared fixedly at the man in the mirror, stepped backwards and bumped into the cage, opened it with his backhand, and pulled out a piece of fabric from inside.

The soft silk is silky, delicate and white, with narrow thin leaves and small caged flowers in dark lines.

It was the material that Yihan used to love during his lifetime.

Huaying glanced at it quickly, then hurried to the mirror, "Should I wear it?"

The young man crossed his chest and glanced at him, and said, "Is it possible that I can wear it?"

Huaying immediately shut up and put on hastily.

He couldn't see himself in white clothes, so he could only look at the young man expectantly, and hesitantly asked, "Do you think it looks good?"

The young man shook his head.

Huaying's expression changed immediately, and the white satin with dark pattern of Xiaolonghua shattered into strips instantly.

The young man in the mirror was stunned on the spot, and when he came back to his senses, he gave him a hard look, and cursed, "Why are you wasting my clothes? Do you know how much silver taels I cost for this set of clothes! 100 taels! Every silk thread They are all high-quality Cangxue satin, and the small cage flower with dark patterns is made by the embroiderer after washing the color of the flower into lacquer silk, how can you..."

"I'll pay you back. I'll give you whatever you want."

The boy's dark pupils moved, as if he had thought of some way to trouble people, he slowly approached the mirror, blinking his clear eyes as if hiding them, and said, "Come here, I'll tell you .”

Huaying watched the jade-like finger bones lightly tap the mirror, and the approaching bright red lips opened and closed.

As if he had been bewitched, he lowered his breathing, and willingly leaned over, saying affectionately, "Speak, I'll listen."