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 roars and loud noises that sounded outside the sky dome.

When the dazzling flash of light flashed from the outside, a sharp and harsh collision sounded in the fissures of the blood-red sky.

The world trembles tremendously, 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 grab the crack in the sky.

Is like waiting for childbirth.

But is that the joy of birth, or the pain and mourning of death?

The bleak cry that no one can tell contained joy and despair, and then, a huge corpse fell from the sky, burning, crushing the cracked clouds, radiating the aging 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 shatter 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.

The countless afterglows that fell on the ground seemed to be alarmed by the horseshoe's progress. They flew like fireflies, followed the glow, flew up into the sky, and fell into the darkness.

"What a dazzling prince."

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

Dark roar!

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 pathetic 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 depended on this piece of solidification to form a substantial darkness, condensed the mist of pain that swallowed everything, and condensed 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.

Is just a glimpse of the emergence, which is enough to make the horror and majesty of the abyss of countless large groups of abyss, 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 it was not easy to explain this job, when he looked back at Bai Ze, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Do you think he can win?"

Bai Ze looked back at him as if he were a fool.

"of course?"

She regretfully reached the conclusion: "There must be no doubt."

Can directly watch the mythical beasts of countless historical diversions, and have already glimpsed the only inevitable result in 100,000 different branches, which is the end of how no matter how lucky and wisdom can change.

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.

Is carrying this abyssal love that is already too heavy. It opens its mouth and confides to the prince in front of it.

Growled longitudinally.

The terror's source fluctuations converge from the dragon's throat, and the friction of pain and despair collide with each other, which intensifies the dazzling spark.

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

The fire is blazing, and it's coming!

At that moment, the white horse jumped up.

It screamed, almost soaring in the wind, long mane like a banner.

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

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

【In old age, you should burn and roar at sunset. 】

【Roar, roar, scold the bright retreat】

【Anger, anger rebuke that bright fade away. 】

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

The ghost mark of the mountain ghost suddenly stretched out innumerably, and fell into the countless ancient inscriptions on the inside of the hilt.

Like a glimmer of hope.

"I would like to deliver with the spirit above this sword, virtue will coexist with our legend--"

With the solemn recitation of countless people in the trance, Huai Shi raised his arm, showing the bright light ignited above the blade before the destroyed dragon fire.

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

Virtue does not exist between large and small, and there is no difference between many and lonely.

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

Just exists here, enough to illuminate the long way forward.

Here, she announced the dawn.

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

"——Long night, end here!"

Compared with the earth-shattering torrent, there was only a line of afterglow in Huai Shi's hands, but even this line of afterglow, with the cutting of the sword blade, burst into tears of tearing dragon roar.

Chopped through the dark light and flashed 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 blade.

Divide the sea.

Huaishi is moving forward, like a broken bamboo!

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

In spite of the after-fire that burned, the white horse broke through the phantom of the dragon and forced 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 eye pupil that reflected in the distant time and space.

Announced the arrival of the prince.

The dark hissing and collided with the last afterglow.

The shrill chirp broke out.

Countless blood rains spilled out to the surroundings. With the progress of that ray of light, advance, then advance, 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 the blade towards Luo Xian in the dark.

Her lonely princess raised her eyes, bloody.

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

In the silence, only the falling apart wailing.

Has won or lost.

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

"What a pity, Huai poetry."

Looking back at the loss of Her Royal Highness Princess in the dark carriage: "No one can save you."

A blade of blood dripped from the blade of her hand.

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

Blood spread from its shell.

Turned back hard, he licked the prince's broken face gently, 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 from under him, and the sound of shattering sounded from the depth of the body, one after another, announcing the coming of death.

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 makes a cracking sound.

The endless darkness was surging, and finally opened the gap to where.

The faint cries again sounded as if whispering softly in the ear.

Is so clear.

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

"Have you ... come to pick me up?"

Luo Xian asked softly.

Then, 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.

Leads her to the land where she really belongs.

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

"Wait a minute ..."

There is a dissonant voice, which sounds from this warm abyss reunion, which is a great scenery.

"it's not finished yet."

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

Toward Luo Xian, reached out hard, told her: "I ... alive ..."

Luo Xian turned around and saw that he stiffly supported his body, fell to the ground again, climbed up again, and crawled like a dog, forward.

Approached her inch by inch.

"Aren't you dead yet?"

She whispered softly, and immediately fell into a confusion.

No, it should have been ... dead?

Can't hear the rhythm of stride, nor the deep voice of heartbeat.

But as the hollow eyes lifted up, the broken body stretched out his arms, and he climbed from the ground again almost unbelievably.

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

But what exactly is left there?

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

No matter what it is, it is unpleasant.

Like a dead skinny cowhide, sticking to his body, after facing so many rejections and frustrations, he is still entangled ... Why is he so shameless?

"Wait a minute ..."

Huai Shi's empty murmur, "I will come here, and 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 live, trying to climb from the ground, prop up the numb body, and stumble forward, just like countless times in the past.

But he couldn't find where his goal was.

Doesn't even know if all the things he does have meaning.

I don't know why, in a trance, he seems 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 many times, you can do nothing about it and find that you can do nothing ...

Everything you do is in vain.

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

"That's-of course!"

Huai Shi roared strenuously, agitated his broken heart, tried his best to answer the voice, endured the pain that made him want to cry, and embarrassedly took a step.

One more step.

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

In the darkness, he reached out and wanted to touch the distant shadow.

Seemed to be abandoned by the whole world, she stood alone in the deepest part of the darkness, the dark eyes pupil reflected the appearance of hell, 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."

Gazing 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 the broken face of Huai Shi, but she saw the dirty face and hardly evoked the last smile.

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

In the shadow under his feet, waiting for a long time for the rising of the soul, pour out the last point of the source quality, clenching the sword of virtue in his hand, and thrust forward.

Penetrated Huai Shi's back and penetrated Luo Xian's chest.

The gentle glow came from the blade.

Flashed away and disappeared without a trace.

"... Is this the only way?"

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

Will this trick work?

Is not novel, not even peculiar. At best, it is just a common tactic. But the remaining strength of Huai Shi was not even enough to pierce her heart.

Finally struggle in vain.

Makes no sense.

At that moment, darkness ... Riot!

"you……"

Luo Xian stiffened in place, bowed his head in disbelief, and saw the blood flowing from the wound on the chest.

Severe pain.

But this unprecedented pain is different from the past ... more clear, more real, and more unbearable.

Even though the scar was only a shallow line, but under this almost dust-like wound, her broken soul even sounded the fierce cry of Molong.

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

Because something has arrived.

Descended on her body.

Behind her, the fissure leading to the abyss was violently turbulent. Numerous vague silhouettes screamed angrily and flew over desperately, trying to break through the final barrier. But it drifted more and more with the tremor of darkness, and quickly dissipated ...

She froze in place.

Felt the unbearable pain erupted in her heart, somehow, but it made her unable to bear the fear.

It was 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.

Brings fleeting sweetness and unprecedented loss and satisfaction.

Is too contradictory, too weird, and too scary.

Clearly wants to get it again, but he wants to give more than what he gets. Obviously want to regain possession, but what do you want to give more than occupy ...

After a drop of water fell, it set off a huge turbulence and engulfed everything that was once.

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

In despair, I felt the happiness in Jinghuashuiyue.

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

Is unbelievable and completely incomprehensible.

"What the **** ..."

When she came back, she was already sitting in the dust in awkward condition, 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."

Huai Shi raised her hand, wiped the dust from her face, and told her gently: "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 appeared in his chest, pierced and torn by his blade ... so gentle and so quiet.

This is what you crave, Luo Xian.

The last source transformed by the hand of the forbidden, from the pain and the despair of grinding, the glow born from the soul-pure love.

Without any request for giving, without hurting anyone ’s dedication, without salvation for salvation and without waiting for gratitude ...

Luo Xian raised his head dullly, his lips twitching, feeling the temperature of the palm on his cheek for the first time, and the joy and comfort in the smile of the teenager.

"Too mean, Huai Shi, even attacked me." She held her head up, holding the tearful impulse, gasping hardly: "Can't you be a prince exactly like this?"

"Sorry, Her Royal Highness."

Huai Shi smiled regretfully: "The times have changed ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Now" shameless and princely "princes are 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 joy in his chest, and hugged the teenager in front of him, crying in embarrassment.

Is like a child.

Finally found his way home.

There were tears sliding down her cheeks, the dust was washed away, and fell into the palm of Huai Shi.

Is like dew falling into the desert.

In a trance, Huai Shi seemed to peep into the darkness behind Luo Xian's constant collapse, 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 sleepiness and drowsiness, finally embraced the embrace of death.

This is the end of this matchup.

The prince saved the princess.

Love has overcome everything.

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