Flashy Dream of Thunderbolt

At night, Shuangsheng was forced to spend the night with Mingzhu Qiuxia in the cave in the small forest. Although Mingzhu Qiuxia always treated her coldly, he still carefully bandaged the wound on her hand.He is obsessed with cleanliness. Shuangsheng leaned against a crooked tree and closed his eyes to rest, but he didn't want to sit on the ground. He said he stood all night by himself, but Shuangsheng couldn't persuade him, so he closed his eyes and rested .

The next day, when it was still daylight, Mingzhu Qiuxia woke her up, and he said he would take her to meet someone.That person is called the natural enemy of death.Shuangsheng felt that this title was a bit familiar, and she suddenly remembered that Lonely Hou had told her about that person back then, and that person's name was Tianbugu.

In Qianzhuwu, the cold wind and clear bell reverberate people's hearts, and the ancient forest and thatched cottage are full of vitality.Shuangsheng walked past the wind chime tree at the door and looked at the names hanging on the tree. Those were all powerful people who were famous for a while, some were alive, and some had been submerged in the torrent of history. Among the many names, Shuangsheng Sheng saw the word Lonely Hou.

"Several sounds of jittering, and report to Fang Feixie, cherish the spring and choose the remnant red fold, the rain is light and the wind is violent, the plum is green, Yongfeng willow, no one is full of flowers and snow." An indisputable voice came from inside the house, and he read With lingering poems, people don't come out.

"Doctor, Shuangsheng is here to pay you a visit. I'm here for the death god. Please take the time to see me, doctor."

Hearing the word death, the room was silent for a moment, and then Shuangsheng heard the word "please come in" from inside.

Shuangsheng looked at Mingzhu Qiuxia, he nodded to her, signaling her to go in with ease, while he waited at the door.

Gently pushing open the bamboo door, she saw a person holding a needle and thread with his back facing her. The man was wearing a red kimono with spider web patterns, and his long black hair was draped over his shoulders. From this angle, only his pale face and bright red face could be seen. lips.

"Girl, do you know why I made an exception to let you in?"

"Because of this?" Shuangsheng knelt on the cushion beside the table, took out the magic robe given to her by the god of death, and placed it in front of Tianbugu.

Tianbugu's embroidered hands stopped, he looked at the magical robe, his eyes were full of loneliness, and he said in the most beautiful voice: "I have been waiting for the day when he comes back, I and He had an agreement."

"Reaper is dead."

"Impossible!" Tian Bugu's voice suddenly became sharp, and he threw down the half-embroidered flowers in his hand. The bright red color at the corners of his eyes was like blood and tears shed, coquettish and poignant. Broke the appointment, how could he miss the appointment?"

Seeing his loss of composure, Shuangsheng pretended not to care and said rationally: "The Three Treasures of Death have appeared in this world. I want to find him through the horn of hope. There should be an afterimage of Death inside. Well, if you want to see him again, this may be a way .”

"What is your relationship with the God of Death? Why are you looking for him?" Tian Bugu looked Shuangsheng up and down. In front of the eyes of the God of Death, he could see all the dead spots on her body. He said to her: "The God of Death never Pay attention to the mediocre man, but he gave you the robe that does no harm to you, he wants to protect you, this is impossible."

Shuang Sheng supported her head, and said viciously: "The god of death once liked a human woman."

The sky is not alone and is not provoked: "You are not in the story of the god of death."

"He once invited me to participate in his game." Shuangsheng dipped her fingers in the water in the cup and drew the Three Treasures of Death on the table, she said: "You and I have the same goal, let's find the afterimage of Death Bar."

Outside the house, perhaps because of the special atmosphere here, autumn snow fell on the young man in white clothes like fluff. Mingzhu Qiuxia was looking up at the campanula tree with a focused and easy-going expression. His cloak fluttered in the wind. Behind him, following his gaze, he saw the words Yingwuyan.

In the open pavilion, the holy light descends and the golden crow appears, and the cloud dragon soars outside the nine heavens.Today the thunderbolt opens the apocalypse, and tomorrow the martial arts will win or lose.The gods and men appeared in the world, and the sky appeared auspicious. The sky that should have been dark night instantly brightened like day. In the sea of ​​clouds, there was a huge golden dragon looming. A man in white clothes with a dust whisk in his hand appeared. Shocking words.

Dead wood has two flowers, and the flowers bloom to see death.

Bailian saves the way, Lingling buryes love.

"Pearl seeking flaws, look at the sky." Shuangsheng pointed to the words in the sky and smiled reluctantly: "Is that language poetry? It doesn't look very good."

Mingzhu Qiuxia looked at the prophecy poem, but didn't notice the stiffness of Shuangsheng's smile. He said while thinking, "You, god of death, Suzhen, eh? What does the last sentence mean?"

"I don't know either."

It's strange if you don't know!Shuangsheng lowered her head and clenched her fists in her sleeves, Lingling's burial love pass, Su Zhenzhen hasn't come out yet, it's too early to draw conclusions now.Besides, she is not subject to the destiny, so what can she do with mere apocalypse?

Shuangsheng put the death robe on her body, and she rode on Fuzhu and begged Mingzhu, "You come up too, we have to hurry up."

Fuzhu's hurting himself was healed, it "hummed" dissatisfied, but still acquiesced to Mingzhu Qiuxia and sat up.

"Fuzhu, use your eyes to find the horn of hope for me."

"it is good."

It spread its huge white wings, swallowing clouds and mist, covering the sky and covering the sun, as if it could extend to the end of the sky, it flew to the sky at a 45-degree angle, both Shuangsheng and Mingzhu Qiuxia stood up, Mingzhu Qiuxia was afraid of her She fell, and carefully supported her shoulders from behind.

Yuyang Jun brought the horn of hope to the holy spring in the dry land, the desert was yellow sand, and saw the sand falling off the body of the human figure, and suddenly heard the earthquake, two stone statues floated out of the ground, spitting out golden sand from the mouth from time to time.

"Fuzhu, look at that man, is he going to wash off the magic power on the Horn of Hope?" Shuangsheng saw the man talking to the mummy next to him from a distance in the air, and he seemed to be about to throw the Horn of Hope into it. Seeing the Horn of Hope was out of his hands, Shuang Sheng patted Fu Zhu and said, "Quick! Grab the Horn of Hope!"

"Understood!" Fuzhu swooped down. Although its body was huge, it was as fast as lightning. At the critical moment, Mingzhu Qiuxia reached out to take the horn of hope.

"Damn it!" Seeing that the Horn of Hope was taken away, Jun Yuyang reappeared in an unstoppable manner. The human body and the sand formed a sandstorm in an instant, and they traveled across the entire Yemo dry land in search of Shuangsheng.

Lord Yuyang's Sha Rong magic has the speed of the wind, but he can no longer catch up with the legendary beast. Seeing Shuangsheng and the others gradually going away, Lord Yuyang held his fan angrily, and walked towards the Suzaku Hall unwillingly.

"That's great, the horn of hope." Shuangsheng took the heavy horn from Mingzhu Qiuxia's hand. The cold material reminded her not to be overwhelmed by joy. She explained to Mingzhu Qiuxia: "Mingzhu, you and Lulu Wait for me outside, I will blow the horn of hope to see the afterglow of the god of death. Don't worry, I will not do stupid things. The horn of hope is the ultimate measure of the greed of the god of death. It didn’t end well, I just thought about one of my previous regrets.”

"You go." Mingzhu Qiuxia looked at her, hesitated for a moment and said with a cold face: "Be careful all the way, don't be stupid."

The river of Wangchuan flows quietly. Death is a long journey. Sitting in front of a small wooden boat, lifeless people are mechanically supporting the boat like puppets. The thick fog blocks Shuangsheng's sight, and only the splash of water can be heard. Flow, after a while, the journey seemed to have reached the end, and a majestic death hall appeared in front of her eyes through the thick fog.

"Death, do you remember me?"

Before Shuang Sheng finished speaking, she immediately stood on top of the majestic temple.I saw Death with his back to her, sitting alone on the basalt throne, playing chess.

"You found the Temple of Doom, baby, what are you lusting after?" The voice of the god of death is like a broken bellows, and now he is just an afterimage left by the spell, with the incomplete memory of the god of death.

What is she still lusting after?Is it a memory from the past?Is it to make up for regrets and misses?It is said that time can take away memories and dilute feelings, but in fact, those buried in the past only need to tick lightly, and they will break out of the ground and come to mind clearly.

"Will you be resurrected? I want to have a cup of tea with you."

"For this stupid reason, you came here to look for me?"

"That's right." Shuangsheng walked in front of Death God, even the afterimage made by the magic spell looked so real, she restrained her mood, and pointed to another chair beside the chessboard with a smile on her face Asked: "Can I sit? I'm tired of talking while standing."

"Sit down." Death's black cloak covered his expression, and the voice came from under the golden mask. It should be that Shuangsheng's eyes were too unscrupulous. He asked, "What are you expecting? When you saw me After my death, I disappeared, baby, I have gone to look for your trace, no one can escape the pursuit of death, you have become my only exception."

"So you want to reward me?"

"Hahahaha." The god of death seemed to be pleased by her words, and his laughter made the entire temple of doomsday start to vibrate. The god of death picked up a chess piece, put it in the palm of Shuang Sheng, and said viciously: "I am the king of destiny." God, to control the chess game of the world, all beings are all pieces of the game to me, and you are no exception."

"What about Yixi Haitang? When I came out of the Shangshang, I found out everything you did in the difficult situation." Shuangsheng held the chess piece and stared at the god of death and said: "The dead person is so How much? Why do I only miss you? Don't you know the reason?"

The God of Death suddenly remembered what the Heavenly One had said to him standing in front of the gate of the Kingdom of Death. The Heavenly One said that if he left the Kingdom of Death, he would lose the persistence that the Godly One should have.

"Who is Yixi Haitang? Why did I close the gate of the Kingdom of Death, my head..."

The god of death suddenly hugged his head tightly, and he looked very painful.The chess pieces on the chessboard were scattered all over the ground, and Shuangsheng looked at him in pain, and suddenly seemed to see himself in the past.The self who was trapped in the quagmire of memory, unable to extricate himself.

The author has something to say:

Although Reaper doesn't have a handsome idol, nor does he really appear on the stage, but I still really like his character design and story.