Apocalyptic Forecast

In the silence, everything seemed to freeze.

The blood rain that fell from the sky was infected by the frost rising from the sky, stopped in the icy wind, and fell into a still silence between heaven and earth.

Only the roar and loud noise that sounded outside the sky dome.

When the dazzling flash of light flashed past the sky, a sharp piercing collision sounded in the fissures of the blood-red sky.

The world was trembling before this mighty force from nowhere.

Immediately afterwards, the clouds shattered, the endless blaze of light spewed out of the sky, countless flesh and blood grew like trees, and the hands of the dying child struggled to grasp the cracks in the sky.

It's as if you can't wait to give birth.

But was that the joy of birth, or the sorrow and pain of death?

The bleak tweets that no one can tell contained joy and despair. Then, a huge corpse fell from the sky and burned, breaking the cracked clouds, emitting a radiant and hopeless glow.

That is the sun.

The sun is falling.

Because the eternal night is coming.

"Come on, Luo Xian."

Huai Shi clenched the hilt and murmured softly: "I will bet all of my--"

At that moment, the white horse bathed in blood was walking down the iron hooves with the prince's roar, following the last glow, and struck the enemy.

The blade was raised, leading the last afterglow to smash the darkness ahead.

He turned his back to the day of mourning, and his figure seemed to melt away in the glorious and sad sun wheel.

Like a prince.

sparkling.

Countless afterglows that landed on the earth seemed to be alarmed by the horseshoe's progress, flying like fireflies, following the glow, flying into the sky, and falling into the darkness.

"It's dazzling, prince."

Luo Xian stared at the burning afterglow, wondering whether it was longing or angry, just smiling and whispering softly: "Please redeem me, His Royal Highness ..."

The darkness roared!

From the dark darkness, the grumpy pumpkin carriage trembled and roared forward.

The blood rain rolled up and flew out towards the sky against gravity.

The wretched red squirmed, the makeup on the spreading darkness, the power overflowing from Luo Xian's broken soul burst out, and finally broke through the invisible diaphragm.

They depend on this piece to condense into the essence of darkness, converge the mist of pain that swallowed everything, and condense into a tangible body. Spreading its wings, the scales like iron spread out, reflecting the last glow of the scorching sun, roaring up in the sky, and surrendered all the noises in this violent cry.

This is the despair and pain accumulated in the empty shell of man in the long wait of twenty-four years, the disaster miracle born from the soul from the abyss.

Just the appearance of a glimpse of glory is enough to make the horror majesty of the abyss of countless abyssal groups, even the stricken embryo in the brewing is enough to horrify the horrid essence of all audiences.

That's a dragon!

——Dark Dragon!

At this moment, not only the audience in front of the screen, but even listening to the corners of his eyes, couldn't help jumping.

"Only the soul can form the qualitative change of the dragon. Is this talent too exaggerated?"

He scratched his face in distress. The first time he felt that explaining this job was not easy to do, when he looked back at Bai Ze, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Do you think he can win?"

Bai Ze glanced back at him, like a fool.

"of course?"

She regretfully reached the conclusion: "It must be lost."

The mythical beast that can directly watch countless historical diversions has already glimpsed the only inevitable result in 100,000 different branches, which is the end of how luck and wisdom can never be changed.

As if admiring, Bai Ze sighed softly.

"He is dead."

At that moment, with the roar of the carriage, the dragon's phantom fluttered its wings, rolled up hurricanes and blood rain, and destroyed all the insignificant dust such as the earth, clouds, and sky ahead.

Carrying this already deep and heavy abyss love, it opened its mouth and confided to the prince in front of it.

Growl.

The source of terror fluctuates from the dragon's throat. Pain and despair rub against each other and collide with each other, which intensifies a dazzling spark.

Then, with the roar that shook the world, the incandescent flames emerged from the depths of the darkness, sweeping through the vastness, like a torrent of water rushing forward, engulfing the last glow of the falling sun.

The dragon is blazing, and it's coming!

At that moment, the white horse leapt.

It hissed, almost soaring in the wind, its long mane spread like a flag.

【Don't walk gently into that good night. 】

Huai Shi clenched the sword handle, but suddenly a verse from the abyss appeared in his consciousness.

[When old, you should burn and roar at sunset. 】

[Roar, roar, rebuke the bright retreat]

[Angry, anger at the disappearance of light. 】

At that moment, the sword of virtue shook with a fine vibration. With the silent reciting of Huai Shi, the roar of steel burst out.

The sacred mark of the mountain ghost suddenly stretched out, and fell into the countless ancient inscriptions on the inside of the hilt, and those surging vitality transformed into pure glow, attached to the blade.

Like a glimmer of hope at dawn.

"Just with the full spirit delivered on top of this sword, virtue will coexist with our legend--"

With the solemn recitation of countless people in the trance, Huai Shi raised his arm, and the self-destructive dragon fire showed the bright light ignited above the blade.

Compared to the generosity and solemnity of the past, only a tiny line emerges. But it burned with great perseverance, even though Dragon Flame swept through it, it never went out.

Virtues do not have a huge and small difference, and there are no many and lonely differences.

Even if it cannot change the reality of any pain and despair, it can still reflect the hope.

Just being here is enough to illuminate the long way forward.

Here, the dawn of the day is announced.

Huai Shi roared with a roar, cutting off the blade.

"——Long night, end here!"

Compared with the once tremendous torrent, Huai Shi's hands only had a line of afterglow, but even this line of afterglow, with the cutting of the blade, burst into tears of tearing dragon roar.

Cut through the dark light and flash away.

But the endless dragon fire is like a flood, separated from the blade to the sides under the cleavage.

The raging Wang Yang opened up under the solemn and mighty sword.

Sub-sea.

Huai Shi forward, like a broken bamboo!

The magic dragon roared angrily, and roared toward Huai Shi. But the white horse raised its iron hoof, trampled on its face, and crushed the dark scales.

Regardless of the aftermath of the burning, the white horse broke through the phantom of the dragon and forcibly plunged into the endless deep darkness. Huaixi raised the blade again, struck forward toward the carriage, and launched a shock without return.

The crown of paradise emerged from the top of his head, and the light tore the creeping darkness and stabbed the pupil of the eye that reflected in the distant time and space.

Announced the arrival of the prince.

Darkness screamed and collided with the last afterglow.

The piercing cry broke out.

Countless blood rains spilled out all around, and with that ray of light moving forward, forward, then forward, from the roar of Huai Shi, penetrated into the depths of darkness.

"I'm here to save you, Luo Xian!"

On the burning white horse, the mountain ghost roared, struggling with all its strength, breaking through the last barrier, and thrusting his blade towards Luo Xian in the dark.

The lonely princess raised her eyes, bloody.

At the next moment, the white horse and the chariot crossed.

In the silence, only the falling apart wailing.

The outcome is divided.

As the blood rain splashed again, it landed on the ground like tears, and the galloping chariot came to an abrupt halt.

"What a pity, Huaixi."

In the carriage, the dark princess in the dark looked back: "You have not been saved."

There was a trace of blood dripping from the blade in her hand.

In the silent street, the running white horse suddenly staggered, struggling two steps forward, kneeling weakly on the ground, and raising a dust.

The blood color spread from its shell.

Turning back hard, it gently licked the broken face of the prince, with praise and mercy.

Don't blame yourself, His Royal Highness, at least you struggled to the last moment.

Its figure gradually became unreal, dissipating silently.

Huai poetry fell into the dust, the pool of blood spread out from under him, and the sound of shattering sounded from the depths of the body.

He lost.

"So ... is it over?"

Luo Xian gazed quietly at the back, for a long time, for a long time, until the last hope in the drooping eyes dissipated.

The soul on the verge of making a crackling sound.

Endless darkness surging, and finally opened the gap to where.

The faint calls rang again, as if whispering softly in his ear.

So clear.

In the surging darkness, vague phantoms slowly emerged from it, creeping on the ground respectfully, waiting for her return.

"Have you ... picked me up?"

Luo Xian asked softly.

Thus, a slender figure rose from the void of nothingness, and the solemn and tyrannical majesty emerged from the distant abyss. To her, he stretched out his palm, carrying salvation and gifts from the abyss.

Waiting for her response.

Lead her to the land where she truly belongs.

This is the reunion after a long time, after a lapse of 24 years.

"Wait……"

A dissonant voice sounded from the reunion of this warm abyss, and the scenery was so bad.

"it's not finished yet."

The embarrassed teenager who fell in the blood made a sound.

To Luo Xian, he reached out hard and told her: "I ... alive ..."

Luo Xian turned his head to see him stiffly supporting his body, fell to the ground again, climbed up again, and crawled like a dog, forward.

Approaching her inch by inch.

"Not yet dead?"

She whispered softly, and immediately fell into confusion.

No, it should have been ... dead?

I can't hear the rhythm of striding, nor the low voice of my heartbeat.

But as the hollow eyes lifted up, the fragmented body propped up his arms, and climbed from the ground again almost inconceivably.

She didn't have any doubts about her ability. As soon as she passed by, Huai Shi should have died.

But what exactly is left there?

Is it a stubborn obsession? Consciousness that has never dissipated? Or a broken soul?

Whatever it is, it is unpleasant.

It's like the brown sugar of the dead skin that is sticking to the body. After facing so many rejections and frustrations, it still struggles ... why is it so shameless?

"Wait……"

Huaishi murmured empty, "I will come here, soon ..."

Why are you still alive?

Not even Huai Shi himself.

He forgot who he was, where he was, and even what he was doing.

He just tried very hard to survive, trying to climb from the ground, prop up the numb body, and stumble forward, like it has been countless times in the past.

But he couldn't find where his goal was.

I don't even know if all the things I do have meaning.

Somehow, in a trance, he seemed to hear the sound of deja vu.

"... Will you still treat monsters like us so equally, Huaishi?"

"Are you going to save innocent people?"

The distant voice asked softly, with pity and hope, eager for his answer: "Will you still uphold justice and reach out to those who are like you for help?"

Even if this world is bad for you.

Even if many times, you are powerless to do all this and find that you can do nothing ...

Even if everything you do is in vain.

"Huai Shi, will you go ... to be a hero?"

"That's-of course!"

Huai Shi roared hard, agitated his broken heart, and tried his best to answer the voice, enduring the pain that made him want to cry, and embarrassedly stepped forward.

One more step.

"Don't be afraid, Luo Xian, I'll come over here ..."

Toward the darkness, reach out and want to touch the distant shadow.

As if she had been abandoned by the whole world, she stood alone in the deepest part of the darkness, her dark eyes reflecting the appearance of hell, and there was no wave in the silence.

Lonely seems to be leaving this world.

Huai Shi opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but couldn't make a sound. He had a lot to say to Luo Xian, but he couldn't say it.

He wanted to tell her not to leave.

Don't go into the abyss, please stay in the human world.

Don't become a monster.

Don't lose yourself ...

"Please ... don't be afraid."

Staring at her close cheek, Huai Shi's lips opened and closed hard, exhausted his last effort, raised his hands, and hugged her gently.

Luo Xian froze.

Feeling the gradual passing temperature, she raised her eyes and looked blankly at Huai Shi's broken face, but she saw the dirty face and hardly evoked the last smile.

I'm here to save you, Your Royal Highness.

In the shadow beneath his feet, the long-awaited ghost rose, poured out the last point of the source, clenched the sword of virtue in his hand, and thrust forward.

Through the back of Huai Shi, Luo Xian pierced his chest.

The gentle glow came from the blade.

Flashed away, disappeared without a trace.

"... is that only?"

Luo Xian looked at the broken face in confusion, full of puzzlement.

Will this trick work?

It's not novel, it's not even strange, at best it's just a trick to be shared. But the remaining strength of Huai Shi was not even enough to pierce her heart.

The last struggle in vain.

Makes no sense.

At that moment, darkness ... riots!

"you……"

Luo Xian stiffened in place and looked down incredulously, seeing the blood flowing from the wound on his chest.

Severe pain.

But this unprecedented pain is different from the past ... clearer, more authentic, and more unbearable.

Even if the scar was only a shallow line, but under this almost dust-like wound, the fierce wailing of the magic dragon sounded in her broken soul.

The sacred mark was violently turbulent, but then, it fell apart with the darkness.

Because something has arrived.

Has descended into her body.

Behind her, the fissures leading to the abyss were violently turbulent. Numerous vague figures hissed angrily and flew over desperately to break through the final barrier. But it drifted more and more with the tremor of darkness, and quickly dissipated ...

She froze in place.

Feeling the unbearable pain erupted in her heart, somehow, she couldn't help but fear.

It's like ... In the hollow of the soul, something germinated, branched and blossomed, and immediately afterwards, the fruit fell from the branch and returned to the dry soil.

Bringing fleeting sweetness, and unprecedented loss and satisfaction.

It was too contradictory, too weird, and too scary.

Obviously want to get it again, but what I want to pay more than get it. Obviously want to regain possession, but what do you want to give more than occupy ...

After a drop of water fell, it caused a tremendous turmoil and engulfed everything it once was.

From the long emptiness, at first I felt dazed and confused, and then, in the gentle spread, I felt the so-called tenderness, pity and sympathy ...

In despair, I felt the happiness in the mirror.

Finally, in the sorrow and bitterness, I felt the joy and joy that scared me.

Unbelievable and completely incomprehensible.

"What the **** ..."

When she came back, she was already sitting in the dust in embarrassment, and it was hard to endure this cruel torture. She choked with tears and couldn't help crying, screaming with wail: "What the **** is this ?!"

"Silly boy."

Huaishi raised her hand, wiped the dust from her face, and gently told her: "Of course it is love."

In this cruel world, besides love, can there be any victory over killing and death?

The last line of weak glow emerged from his chest, penetrated and torn by the blade of the sword ... so gentle, so quiet.

This is what you crave, Luo Xian.

The last source transformed by the hand of forbiddenness, the brilliance born from the soul through the pain and despair, pure love-www.wuxiaspot.com ~ does not bring any request, does not harm any Human dedication, salvation without craving for return and salvation without waiting for gratitude ...

Luo Xian raised his head sluggishly, his lips twitching, and for the first time he felt the temperature of the palm on his cheek, and the joy and relief in the teenager's smile.

"It's too mean, Huai Shi, even attacked me." She held her head up, holding the tearing impulse, gasping hardly: "Can't you be a prince exactly?"

"Sorry, Your Highness."

Huai Shi smiled regretfully: "The times have changed. Now the shameless and princely design is more popular."

"Because of this, because of this ... you can't find a girlfriend ..."

Luo Xian choked, but he could no longer restrain the sadness and rejoicing in his chest, and hugged the teenager in front of him, crying in embarrassment.

Just like a child.

Finally found the way home.

Tears slipped off her cheeks, the dust was washed away, and fell into the palm of Huai Shi.

It's like dew falling into the desert.

In a trance, Huai Shi seemed to peep into the darkness behind Luo Xian, and the deepest part of the darkness, the dignified silhouette that gradually disappeared.

Just before leaving, she cast a seemingly indifferent glance at Huai Shi, not knowing whether it was praise or anger. Immediately afterwards, it disappeared into the collapsed crack.

Never see again.

"It seems ... I won."

Huai Shi smiled reluctantly, closed his eyes, and fell to the sky.

In the unbearable drowsiness and faintness, finally embraced death.

This is the end of this matchup.

The prince saved the princess.

Love has overcome everything.

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