Wang Wang's dream color

"boom!"

Huge waves surged up, and the ear-splitting sound seemed to stir up the deepest trembling in my heart, like the evening sun in the distance gradually sinking to the west, revealing the twilight that does not know the mottled truth.

The cold wind blew fiercely on the face, and the tingling gradually turned into numbness and cold unconsciousness...

On the sea in the distance, at the end covered with rays of light, there is a faint shadow slowly emerging from the boundary of light and darkness... But if you look carefully, you will feel that it is just the blurred night. A little shadow of ... hangs at the blurred end of the gloom and afterglow.

After flicking the smoke that has burnt to the end, the blurred fog circle has already dispersed into moist air dust in the bitter wind. He stood on the edge of the steep cliff, watching the dimming sky, and his eyes were covered with a gleam. Layer after layer of shadows that cannot be dispelled.

He finally heard the long-awaited sound behind him, and he turned around stiffly, only to see the man with the silver face of the skull bending down silently, pointing him in the direction of the majestic manor.

It is also silent and empty, but this huge manor is permeated with a more oppressive and mysterious atmosphere. The brutal impatience gradually surged up in Chu Mingzhen's heart. Looking at the ghostly gate that finally gradually approached in front of him, his eyes fell. There is a sharp light in the sky.

It was a corner of the castle, a unique building with a strange shape...

The silver faces of the skeletons standing on both sides of the gate swept up and down the standing first name, and at the same time pushed open the heavy black gold gate, a world beyond his expectations unfolded before his eyes.

There are not many people sitting scattered in the ring-shaped seats, and a wonderful and classical opera is being performed on the gorgeous central stage... The ring-shaped music exudes an almost erosive luxury and romance in the empty hall...

Under the brightly lit stage, in the dim astigmatism, Chu Ming was stunned for a few seconds, then fixed his gaze on the slender figure who had disappeared for nearly two days.

He walked a few steps and then stood still. After looking around for a while, he realized that the people who were sitting loosely on the empty seats... were almost all faces he was familiar with.

The lonely figure almost hidden in the darkness stood in a corner, his clear eyes were as cold as the first snow, he only glanced at him briefly and then moved away again... The beautiful face sitting beside him was half-lit and half-dark. Added an indistinct blur...

And on the central seat close to the stage, the person who played him a lot was looking at the gorgeous performance on the stage with evil eyes, and gently shaking the crystal in his hand amidst the melodious and extravagant music. The blood-clear wine in the glass...

His eyes swept over the face of an angel who seemed to be asleep with his eyes slightly closed, and the lazy figure next to him with a lollipop in his mouth...

Chu Ming's eyes darkened, and finally he turned his gaze back, and settled on the direction not far from him.

"Ding-ding..."

Shaking the bell in her hand, the silver-gray pupils of the pretty girl leaning on the seat swept over, her rose-like lips were pursed, and she smiled innocently.

"The guest... is here."

Striding over, Hatsune looked at Shanze who was standing with his back facing him, shrinking like a frightened bird, frowned, and locked his eyes on Lilia's side... that Mo was sitting leaning against The unfamiliar figure on the wide seat.

"Kin?"

Stretching out his hand to the girl who lowered her head and her back was trembling slightly, Chu Ming frowned, turned the girl who was still trembling slightly, and looked down, but saw the half-covered silver skull face on Shanze's face. ..

"you..."

Looking at the slightly blue pupils of the person in front of him in amazement, Chu Ming looked at Shanze with a faint flash of firmness... His heart sank suddenly.

"That was a gift from me to her."

A strange and lazy voice came from next to his ear, Chu Ming suddenly turned around, and his cold and stern eyes met a pair of deep and beautiful eyes in an instant.

"I can tell she likes it."

The complicated dress can only bring out the beauty of that woman that has accumulated over the years. She leans slightly on the gorgeous velvet with extremely beautiful posture, and every inch of her raised eyelashes can only show the deep beauty.

Chu Ming watched the man's eyes stained with love that was almost compassionate, and slowly stretched out a pair of porcelain-white catkins towards him.

"Son, I'm glad...you made the right choice."

The movement in the empty hall is gradually reaching a gorgeous climax... The man's lazy and contemptuous voice and the exciting music... knocked out an almost dreamy extravagant atmosphere...

"Children, dusk is over, 'Eternal Night' is about to open..."

The passionate and magnificent movement exploded in his ears, Chu Ming was stunned... falling into the pair of deep and beautiful eyes like a whirlpool in front of him,

The faint silver bell echoes with laughter... It seems that the whole world has plunged into an almost blurred abyss in an instant...

In the darkness of nothingness, the faint light gradually approached... It became clearer and clearer, as if it coincided with the real memory... In an instant, I fell into the gentle and fragrant breath...

Familiar flying flowers filled the sky, and the sea of ​​cherry blossoms in her dream was still so romantic that it was almost blurred, but she smelled a fishy and sweet smell in this tender beauty.

Blooming... traces of blood color spread, the pink and white falling flowers were gradually rendered by strands of blood color, she swayed and twirled, and finally fell into the blood-colored sea of ​​flowers while exhaling.

She saw the last gentle and nostalgic smile on the familiar pale face, and the yellowed rainy night swirled in the broken petals, showing bright red water stains.

In the silent scene, she was almost palpitated to the point where she couldn't breathe, feeling the counterattack of the last lingering nightmare...

The huge shadow choked her throat at the last moment—the suffocation was so painful that she was panting with tears in the corners of her eyes...

Dark...bloody...overwhelming...she was drowned...

"Ho..."

Finally struggling to wake up, Ying Nao got up from the table where she was lying on her stomach, and was dazed for a long time in the bright and warm sunlight before being dazed.

She looked at the blurred mist cast by the colorful glass above her head, and in a blink of an eye, she saw the delicate and almost illusory profile of the person standing in the sunlight not far away.

"Anse..."

A little absent-minded, Sakura was stunned, then walked over subconsciously, and opened her arms to hug the long-lost warm figure.

The person being hugged paused for a moment, and she only heard a low chuckle from above her head, and the next second, the man who turned around was really hugging her into his arms.

The scent of roses filled the nose, and the smile on the corner of Sakura's mouth deepened slightly, and when the man kissed the top of her hair lightly, it opened a more tender arc.

"When I come back, I want to see you plant a mountain full of roses for me."

She heard herself say it.

Then the man laughed, touched her long hair hanging down, and the answering voice couldn't be more gentle.

"it is good."

Closing her eyes, she picked off the rotten shadows and blood stains in the dream, and finally rushed to smash the layers of rotten old pain before the bitter wind and rain...

And at this moment...she was just intoxicated by the scent of flowers soaked in the sun, and was embraced gently, as the most delicate and only rose in the whole world...Take care of it carefully.

"It's here..."

The warm afternoon sun shone on the promenade. The two sat facing each other. The faint aroma of tea wafted into the mist. Bai Shan held the teacup and looked at his little granddaughter who was having fun in the courtyard, softening his eyebrows , but couldn't erase the deep sorrow hidden in his eyes.

"Aren't I there too, why are you frowning... You almost finished pulling out that beard."

The man on the opposite side lay down casually on his back, slightly shielding the glare of the sun with his hands, with an uninhibited expression like the most calm and fearless mountain before the storm.

"Hey..."

The old man with a lot of thoughts on the opposite side let out a long sigh, and when he was about to say something more, a very surprised boy's voice came in.

"Dad! Why are you here?"

It was Echizen who was dragged back from the various tables by Longya. Since he came back from the manor that day, he had been depressed for several days, and spent every day on the table that was completely endless. In addition to the "Little Killing God", there is a famous title of "Battle Crazy".

Unexpectedly, on this day, she was dragged down by Long Ya, who came here aggressively on the stage, and dragged her all the way to Baishan House, where she saw a person who shouldn't have appeared.

"Why can't I be here?"

Lazily crossing his legs and glanced at the shocked teenager, Nanjiro raised the corners of his mouth and elongated his final sound.

"Look at you, teenager, are you going to fight or play ball? I haven't seen you for a few days, and the distance is getting farther and farther?"

Fighting hard during this period, Echizen did get a lot of injuries, and put a lot of plaster on his face.At this moment, hearing Nanjiro's foolish ridicule, Echizen subconsciously clenched his fists, but he gritted his teeth and said nothing, causing Nanjiro to look a little surprised.

"Tsk tsk..."

Long Ya, who was watching from the sidelines, clicked her tongue, but squatted beside Bai Shan, ordered a cup of tea and tasted it seriously.

"This is, the more I fight, the less courageous I am..."

Turning over and sitting up, Nanjiro looked at Echizen's dark and stubborn face, twisted the corners of his mouth, stretched his waist, stood up, and walked down the yard.

"Come on, teenager, have a ball with Dad and see what you have degenerated into."

"Humph!"

Without saying anything, Echizen's eyes lit up, but he jumped down extremely swiftly, obviously full of fighting spirit.

"boom!"

Said it was a ball, this ball... was played from the afternoon until the sun was sinking.

Baishan and Longya, the old and the young, sat on the sidelines and watched the battle for a long time, occasionally teasing Huizi, who was taken over by the fighting father and son.

"Where are Chuan and Nana?"

"Near the nearby table, it seems to be waiting."

Touching the head of Keiko who was playing with a sword, Long Ya slowly drank the last sip of cold tea in the cup, his eyes turned cold as he watched the sun sinking.

"Ah."

Glancing at Long Ya who was still full of indifference, Bai Shan finally smiled, as if relieved of something.

"fair enough."

"boom!"

While the two were talking, there was another big hole in the courtyard. After Echizen persisted for far longer than any time in the past... he finally fell to the ground, kicking up dust all over the ground, causing a lot of trouble. Nanjiro, who was facing him with his hips on his hips, laughed arrogantly.

"Hahahaha! Boy, you are still far away hahahaha!"

"puff..."

After spitting out the dust that had thrown into his mouth, Echizen looked at the cynical tall figure opposite with bright eyes, but his heart was more determined than ever before.

He will surpass the almost unattainable mountain in front of him, he will, absolutely!

"Ding dong..."

The four of them had their own thoughts, but at this moment, an abrupt bell rang.

They all looked at the wide-open courtyard door at the same time, a black vehicle stopped there at some point, and a figure slowly approached, the silver skull shone with a cold luster under the twilight.

"Here it is."

Finally standing up, Baishan lowered his gaze, his eyes flicked across the father and son three people in front of him one by one, and finally met a pair of deep eyes that always hide their sharpness behind unruly.

Minami Jiro withdrew a little bit of cynicism, facing the silver face, his back was firm and straight, like an ancient warrior returning to the battlefield... His eyes shone with the same fierce fighting edge as his young sons.

"Ryoma, Long Ya."

He didn't turn his head, he just called in a low voice to the children who had gradually grown into strong men.

"Let's go."

It's time for us to go, draw the knife, and go where we should go.

The last ray of light at dusk is about to fade...

The old man standing still for a long time, the night is about to rise... In his eyes, he seems to be able to see the bloody shadow... the bloody and bright blade and roar.

The night finally fell completely...

The mottled breath of the day is mixed and dyed in the dusk, and finally melts into the darkness where no color can be discerned.

"boom!"

There are dazzling fireworks blooming in the sky, and the cold and eager gorgeous colors bloom in the cold autumn night.

The colorful fireworks in the distance are blurred, and the cheers and cheers in the ears suddenly seem to be in another world...

It is a temporary battlefield built on a high ground on the river bank. The mottled night conceals the madness of the crowd, and this remote place is quietly kicking off the most colorful chaos of the year. screen.

The "Little Killer", who hadn't reappeared for a long time, finally reappeared at the moment before the sound of the drums, and the crowd around the stage burst into bursts of cheers and sighs.

The dim lights turned on and off, and heavy shadows were cast on the faces of those who devoted themselves to it. It seemed that some ghosts and monsters were quietly watching the crowd, making unknown and cold laughter... .

Ying Nai stood on the stage, watching distorted figures appear and flash before her eyes one after another, and the loud noises from near and far... made her almost trance-like in this secluded dark corner. weightlessness...

Close your eyes slightly, and the autumn dry river is flowing under the embankment not far away... A mysterious dark color is blended into the seclusion away from the bustling lights, only some small sounds of "gurgling" melt into the cold In the cold night wind... dye the wind with a damp smell...

"boom!"

"boom!"

The successive shocks aroused another burst of astonishment and then more excited cheers. Under the cover of the fireworks blooming, she lowered her eyebrows and watched the thick smoke shadows merge into the damp wind around her...

When she raised her hand and slapped it down, she vaguely saw several terrified and distorted figures being stretched and crushed. Finally, she regained her senses from the distant trance world and saw the bloody throne suddenly collapsing, heavy like snow. The color of the flower dissolves in the scattered smoke and falls...

She turned around, no longer looking at the crowd of fools who fell into panic and silence for a moment, and no longer looking at the few shivering figures scattered at the foot of the stage...

The bloody throne crumbled into sand like mist...behind her was a captivating and gorgeous royal robe...in the trance and fuzzy smoke...

The sound of booming fireworks gradually recedes...the colorful colors disappear...the vague smell of gunpowder smoke seems to penetrate the distant night sky.

In the distance, a burst of engine sound came... The moment when the battle retreated and ended in an instant was approaching...

There is a visitor, who appears at the moment when the hunting wind is surrounded by moist water vapor.

She raised her eyes slightly, and looked at the late "referee" who got out of the car and walked towards this messy battlefield in silence.

"Miss Cherry..."

The person who walked slowly was wearing a delicate skull mask, the silver color showed a icy aura in the dim light...

A slightly muffled voice sounded, and she slightly raised her eyelashes, watching the man bow his head slightly, delivering a carnival invitation from the fallen hell.

"The season has begun..."

The person turned sideways, and a black vehicle was parked in the distance, waiting to drive her to that rotten and crazy bloody battlefield...

"'Eternal Night' will open..."

"Please."

"boom!"

After a short period of silence, the falling arrows and stars fell, and the last and the most grand firework bloomed behind everyone. The brightest scattered fireworks in the cold autumn night...

She gently wiped away a trace of blood stained on her cheeks, lowered her eyelashes, and walked down the mottled path made of emptiness and corruption under the eyes of everyone in awe and fear, step by step, with a faint smile , stepping to the far end of the water...the giant waiting.

"Eternal Night" will open, heading for an anonymous silent world.

The killing is silent, the blooming is silent, and the bloody roar is also silent when the sword is drawn.

That can be regarded as the finalization of a game... It can also be regarded as a grand opening.

The author has something to say: Well!Finally finished!

In fact, the day before the ending was decided, I didn't know how to end it. I just thought it was time to end, because this story dragged on for too long. The reason for the repair.Then I kept thinking about how to end and where to stop, and I stumbled and stopped many times in the middle, and finally wrote a little dull and intermittent.

Two days ago, I suddenly thought, should I end it like this, should I stop there... Then suddenly... I just ended it.

This is an ending that is about to end. Regarding growth and strength, I think it is difficult to really say the end of the process, so stop at the end of a segment, and then let it spread to the long road it should be.

There are still many deficiencies and regrets. Although it is a story for practice, it can be regarded as the original intention that I have persisted for several years.

After this is over, I feel that I can continue to really start to fill the big holes in the stories in my fantasy one by one.

In fact, I am very grateful to the little angels who gave me favorites and comments.What I like most about writing is to read the comments and suggestions left by others that seem to communicate, just like the kind of emotional interaction that comes and goes.At the beginning of writing a story, there will always be some places that I don’t understand and are not proficient in. I am also very grateful to the little cuties who tolerated and kept reading.I will continue to write and write new stories, and I will definitely write more and more exciting ones.I also hope that you can continue to read the stories I wrote and tell me that you like my stories.

Um!This is both an end and a beginning.Goodbye everyone, see you soon~