Flower Thousand Bone Continuation: White Snow Canggang

The evil fate that cannot be escaped, let's face it.

Ten, ten, thousands, hundreds, hundreds, countless fetters, endless regrets.

Looking up through the white gauze on the face, I looked up at the misty Changliu Mountain, soaring into the clouds, it was magnificent, and my fingers lightly touched the air in front of me, but there was nothing, just like nothingness.The scenery behind the air is clear at a glance, but Hua Qiangu always feels that there is a barrier in front of her. It is a barrier that only separates Hua Qiangu and Changliu Sanfeng. Although she can't touch the barrier, she feels someone It seemed that she did not want to go in.

Who is it?

Orient?

It should be... no.Because he will never come back again...

Withdrawing his hand, he looked at the majestic and majestic Changliu Mountain, which was still so unattainable, just like the man in white, which made people feel unattainable, and he could never catch up with his footsteps or touch the corner of his clothes.

Hua Qiangu closed her eyes, gritted her teeth and walked up the mountain path of Changliu Mountain.

The mountain road is flat and wide, and there are peach blossom trees beside the road. The flowers are no longer there, but the branches and leaves are still luxuriant. Holding the bamboo hat, step up the mountain road step by step, and look at the seemingly endless mountain road.

The wind blows, and the purple skirt with thousands of flowers is flying like dancing leaves. The water sleeves are like clouds, layer upon layer, coquettish and charming. Sleeves, tightly holding the bundle in his hand and the hat on his head, his eyes are filled with tiredness and abandonment, pain and confusion.

She was tired... After thousands of years of reincarnation, she saw all the mundane things, and saw everyone around her leave her one by one, Dongfang was, Tang Bao was, and Mo Bingxian was also.After a long heartache, it is numbness, insensitivity, and coldness. She burns again, and she can't afford any emotion, flame and enthusiasm.

She can't afford to love anyone anymore, that's all, let's use this life to dissipate all the love and remorse from previous lives.

She owed Dongfang too much, Tang Bao too much, and Mo Bingxian too much.

Then let myself make up for it with the few lives that the East gave me. We are all tired, and each of you has a destination and an ending, whether it is good or bad, but I am still ups and downs in this world looking for my way back , a way back that will make us all feel better.

With a willingness to walk the road ahead.

Let us die in peace, never remembering the fog of the past.

All prosperity will eventually dissipate.

Hua Qiangu took a deep breath to calm the turbulent waves in her heart, without looking back, she walked up Changliu Mountain without hesitation - the beginning of all that.

If there is no self, then many people and many things should be fine, for example, Dongfang.

Another example is Bai Zihua.

She is probably the only one who is still floating in the world, wandering in a trance.

They all died due to their own faults, so I had to use all of myself to make up for them.

The dream is broken, and no one is by your side, you should learn to be alone, taste the loneliness in the world, and know the bitterness of the world.

Hua Qiangu, the dream you had was too long, you should wake up.

The sea breeze passing through the passage, blowing to the body, brings a little bit of coolness, coolness of breathing, coolness of mind, blurred illusions, nothing more than thousands of years of pain.

Are we unable to go back?You guys, are you never coming back again?

Is it that there is no way back, no past.

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What Hua Qiangu didn't understand was that Changliu Mountain was originally in the east of the East China Sea, suspended in the air, and she was paddling slowly to the foot of Changliu Mountain in the East China Sea in a small boat. The front of her face slowly took shape, so she was able to come up to Changliu Mountain.

If all the people in Changliu Mountain can fly, who would waste so much effort to use spells to transform this mountain road?

He walked up Changliu Mountain, walked across the square, and stood at the gate of the main hall. Along the way, he saw no one. It was lonely and desolate.

Hua Qiangu lowered the bamboo hat on his head a little, and walked into the main hall. The main hall is majestic and majestic, with layers of mantles, and precious aloes are burning at the four corners of the hall. Stepping on the white jade, a bit of chill seeped in from the soles of the feet, freezing the whole body, and on the huge pillar that could only be embraced by several people, the inlaid night pearls gave off a dim light, but illuminated the entire hall.

Looking up at the man in white sitting at the top of the main hall, the man was resting on the back of the chair with his eyes closed and weary, but no one could feel his breathing.

He leaned on that chair like an eternal and lifelike sculpture, sitting there motionless, as if he had been waiting for Hua Qiangu for a long time.

Hua Qiangu was dumb, and stood there without any movement, staring blankly at Bai Zihua, after a long time, she said softly, "Bai Zihua" with a hoarse voice.