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"Son!!"

The huge ice rock was split into two thick layers of three feet high by some hero before he was about to die, and one-fifth of it fell to the ground and shattered into large chunks of ice ballast, while the rest was intact, with a smooth surface Appreciating people, smooth as a mirror.

After the two ice sheets fell, they interlocked at a clever angle, forming a natural shelter area with a triangular structure.

After Zhuli discovered it, he immediately called all the survivors to hide in. However, this shelter area is composed of two ice walls. Even though a large part of the gap has been forcibly filled by the shattering caused by the gravity of the fall, it is still half the height of a person. gaps are exposed.

Zhuli found a lot of things and tried many methods but failed to completely fill this gap. The neon clothes are so sensitive, every inch of gap will give them an opportunity to take advantage of it. flocked.

Seeing that the bluish-blue shadow was approaching, he gritted his teeth and used his own flesh and blood to block the leak, filling the last gap.

Nishang has the same glands as him, but that doesn't mean they won't eat his flesh and drink his blood.

Especially when a delicious meal is close at hand, but blocked by a bunch of "obstacles" and unable to get it——

Hundreds of neon clothes were in groups, nailing his flesh and blood fiercely!

Homologous glands were supposed to protect, but at this time it became Ling Chi's reason.

They don't lay eggs in his body, so they can't kill him all at once, they can only gnaw his skin like crazy, swallow his flesh and blood, in order to quickly eat the real food behind him.

Ling Chi Pain...

Ordinary people can't bear it for a moment,

But Zhuli did not escape.

His thin and frail body is fixed here like a rock at this moment.

Thunder shakes the city tower, but the rock does not move.

He heard Qi Feiluan's decision, and he also heard everyone's abuse of Qi Feiluan.

They are angry, resentful, collapsed, desperate...

And Zhuli just kept silent, doing the only thing he could do at the moment.

No refund.

Until the back was gnawed, until half of the body was gnawed, until the heart veins were gnawed off...

Until I couldn't support anymore, my knee hit the ground heavily...

he knelt down,

stopped breathing.

From beginning to end, not a single word was spoken.

Like a silent Buddha, doing his good deeds compassionately, guarding his sentient beings.

Now that the Buddha is dead, the neon clothes that have been sucked full of flesh and blood and are more than three times stronger fly up from the bruises, like blue and blue ghosts pulling out ferocious and distorted smiles, looking at the hiding place through the blood-stained ribs of the young man. The frightened and collapsed faces under his thin wings——

At this moment, those neon clothes suddenly froze in the air, neither approaching nor retreating, only pairs of dark and illusory wings trembled endlessly.In the blink of an eye, those neon clothes covered Zhuli's body like fish scales.

An unexpected thing happened, I saw that the bright red blood vessels that looked like gossamer began to grow on the white bones that fell from the neon clothes, from a few threads to a few strands, and from a few strands to a few balls, the blood began to rush, and the flesh and blood began to flow. Beginning to be reborn, this is——

The real living dead, flesh and bones.

The neon clothes that were obviously thinner were gone, and the blood of a living person reappeared on the boy's face like the first snow.

"Son!!!"

"The young master is alive, the young master is back!!"

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

The revived Zhuli looked blankly at everything in front of him, then at his unscathed hand, and suddenly heard a painful cry from behind——

"Master——!!!"

He turned around suddenly when his expression changed!

I saw the hall full of blood as bright as a sea of ​​flames, pieces of neon clothes flying around, and the dead bones in the pool of blood were reborn with flesh and blood, bringing the dead back to life.

For a while, there was a mix of crying and laughter in the Hall of Resurrection, all of which were the joy of regaining what was lost.

But at the moment when the dead returned to the world and their relatives and friends were reunited, there was a figure rushing towards the world she was about to lose in a panic.

"Master...Master..."

Qi Feiluan didn't know why things turned out like this, she had been watching the situation at Zhuli's side all the time, but suddenly the clothes went uncharacteristically, and it wasn't until Zhuli's flesh began to reorganize that Qi Feiluan realized something was wrong.

She was terrified, and when she turned her head...

It's a beauty that turns into a dry bone, and a white dress that turns into a blood dress.

Ming Zhao sat there quietly, Qi Feiluan stared blankly, his heart fell to the ground one by one, he forgot how to pick it up.

She didn't even know what kind of face and mood she had before she died; whether she was in pain, whether she had regrets...

The stars and the moon can be vaguely seen on the dome, and if there are shallow singing and deep chant that seem to be absent, they will flow down along with the bright light.

She has endured a hundred years of suffering here, and now she will sleep here forever.

Her ability is powerful and terrifying, and there are tens of thousands of neon-clothed cocoons in her body, storing the memories and flesh and blood of all those who died by her hands.

A broken head of a neon dress can be regenerated, and a severed tail can be grown again. Meng Bi is not wrong, and the physique of the same origin as the neon dress can really bring the dead back to life.

She can kill everyone in the world, and she can also use her flesh and blood to save everyone.

One thought produces, the world produces;

One thought of death, the world perishes.

But Mingzhao finally chose to return his flesh and blood to the common people.

Doesn't she really want to live?

Isn't what she has been seeking for a hundred years is to eradicate the disease and suffering, and live a good life?

The opportunity is right in front of you, why give up?

Qi Feiluan doesn't understand Mingzhao, but Da Hong does.

Mingzhao is neither that evil nor that kind.

If people live in the lower ranks, all the evil in the world will return.

In fact, everything she did was just doing her own way.

Her initial memories related to herself had long been lost in the catastrophe a hundred years ago, her fate changed suddenly, and she lost everything that belonged to her.

Imprisoned in the darkness and grown in the darkness, she has no name, no preferences, no past, no future of her own; she wears plain linen rags and cannot distinguish five colors; She lingered in the cold and damp alchemy room, living to bear the price caused by the greed of previous Dongxu Sect masters, those intense, inhuman, painful pains that she should not have to bear.

Later, she learned conspiracy and survival from those people. After struggling in the sea of ​​suffering for nearly a hundred years, she finally got the freedom she wanted.

She escaped and came to the world from purgatory.

But she didn't know how it was different from the alchemy room. She still had to suffer, and she still didn't know what she was living for.

She carried a lantern to go boating at the ferry, and the wind blew through her clothes, leaving them empty, just like her exhausted heart.

Accidentally passing through the world, when the lights are on, following a strange but warming smell, I searched for a few streets, and chased all the way to a brightly lit house. A pair of bowls and chopsticks, simple tea and light rice, and Yan Yan's laughing and talking during the banquet are the things she can't get in her entire life.

She didn't even know what was the fragrance on the table, and it tasted different from the neon clothes.

pity her,

I haven't heard the fragrance of millet for a hundred years.

I thought about the taste of that night in my heart, but I really tasted it, but it was many years later.

There is still a difference after eating. That night she saw that the candles in the house were warm and the relatives were laughing and laughing, but she had only one person, one table, one table of vegetables, and one bowl of rice. She moved all the candles in Dongxumen. In the house, the lights could reach daytime, and she was sweating profusely from the heat, and the candles were smoky.

But she still felt very cold.

Once someone dies in this world, there will always be people around him who will remember them, and there will always be some traces of them left, either in the outside world or in people's hearts.

But Ming Zhao had nothing.

Nothing belonged to her when she was alive, and nothing related to her will be left behind after death.

From that moment on, she understood that she never wanted to live, she was just unwilling to be born in such a world, and she was unwilling to leave quietly like this.

She wants to leave her mark on this world.

This is what she really wanted, the Ninth Sheng.

And at the moment when Zhuli gave her life, she saw the world worthy of her; at the moment when Qi Feiluan turned around to protect her behind her, she saw the traces she left behind.

This way has been achieved,

No more regrets.

There is no cliff in the sea of ​​evil, she doesn't have to pay for her life;

Living crime is inevitable, she doesn't want Feiluan to bear it for her.

Then abandon the world from now on.

Dongxu, Dongxu, insight into Zixu.

It was as if nothing had happened, and nothing had happened.

This mighty catastrophe is like a dream, and there is no trace of waking up from the dream.

Looking around the world, every eye is at ease.

all is well,

Only one Ming Zhao was missing.

"Dian Hong? Come and take a picture."

A female voice sounded softly, waking Dan Hong up from her complicated dream, and turned around to see that it was Jing Zhen.

There was a mess in front of my eyes, and the scene had been almost cleaned up by the props team, except for the reddish-brown blood stains that had not been cleaned up.The neon clothes that needed to be added with a lot of special effects were basically rotten. They were all thrown into garbage bags and tied aside.

But Da Hong didn't see anything, and stood there alone, Jing Zhen was worried that she was hugged by her slender waist as soon as she stepped onto the high platform.

Da Hong buried her face into her shoulders, hugged her tightly, and cried loudly.

Yu Ci heard the movement and came out from behind the screen.

She hadn't had time to change the bloody clothes on her body, but because she had to take pictures later, her makeup and hair were still on, and she was also covered with a snow-white silk gown. Works great on white.

Yu Ci stood here, his whole body seemed to be surrounded by a ball of holy light, which was almost transparent.

She was looking at Da Hong with a smile in that gentle and holy light.

It seems that Ming Zhao, whose soul consciousness is still alive, looks at her only thought in this life tenderly across the boundary of yin and yang.

When Di Hong was finally willing to come out of the screenwriter's arms, Yu Ci had already been called away.

But fortunately, Jing Zhen has a strong desire to survive today, probably because she was intimidated by many people with their eyes, so she immediately took Da Hong to find Yuci.Yu Ci was being dragged to take pictures, and after she finished filming, there would be a group photo of the crew.

Da Hong waited aside with swollen eyes like walnuts, Jing Zhen went to make a rescue, threw Yuci to Da Hong and hurried away.

Da Hong endured, endured, endured, and still couldn't hold back, she walked up to Yu Ci with tears, opened her mouth but couldn't make a sound.

She actually wanted Yu Ci to hug her, but Yu Ci had never done this kind of thing before, probably because she didn't like physical contact.She didn't want to show off any affectionate persona, and she was even afraid that this hug would bring Yuci any messy verbal violence.

From love comes sorrow, from love comes fear.

Da Hong thought about it in a daze, and finally squeezed out a super ugly smile, and asked very nervously: "I, can we give a high five?"

Yu Ci smiled and raised his hand.

Da Hong raised her hand tremblingly, and touched Yu Ci's hand slowly, preciously and heavily.

The moment the fingertips touched, the world suddenly spun, and the light fragrance surrounded by heavy sandalwood enveloped the tip of the nose domineeringly and gently.

She was held in Yu Ci's arms.

Yu Ci lightly patted the completely stupid person in his arms, his voice was gentle, like the wind of willows in March.

"Don't cry, isn't Master still there?"

The author has something to say: I am very happy, and it is finally finished.

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