From their helplessness, I vaguely felt what I had lost

What makes them as helpless as me, just like the rain that never dissipates in the sky, the suppression that has been reluctant to fall

Until one day, my childhood playmate Shadow told me that Lan Xue died in the battle of the gods that lasted for a hundred years. After that battle, humans also entered the dusk of the gods.

That bloody rain that fell for ten years, countless god-level humans fell, and when the war passed, what left the human race was endless pain.

I asked why the Shadow Wind and Mother Clan fought?

He just told me, torn, hopeless, and fallen love

Then he turned around and left, leaving behind a lonely back

Knowing that Lanxue fell, I shed a tear, and the tears fell on the dustless ground, splashing a breeze, and the breeze passed was a little desperate.

Someone once told me that the Supreme is forgot about love, but I didn't believe it at that time, but now, I find that it is a loss that does not exist.

The star-wei flowers bloomed and failed, and they bloomed again and again. I watched the flowers bloom and fall with my spiritual sense, and realized that I had forgotten the existence of time.

I don't know what's behind time, I've never dared to doubt whether this world of existence is still shaking

The shadows of the trees at the foot of the mountain swayed, and the breeze blew, and I knew that the breeze took away some existences that I didn't understand, just like the Lord God of Heaven in Heaven, the Supreme God of Light of the human race, and the Night God of the Dark Abyss of the Demon Night Clan, and countless powerful beings that I don't know. They overlooked the living beings

Heaven has also entered the twilight of Ragnarokia? If not, will the future of mankind be buried under the fallen light of angels? Or will it be destroyed under the constraints of oneself?

The human race is too small. After the century-old war between the gods of human beings, the plane of human beings has almost collapsed, but I know we will never be destroyed, because I firmly believe that the human race is an unyielding existence. In order to survive, after countless times and the rotation of life, how many flying backs are looking back

A few years after knowing the news of Lanxue's fall, which is as important as my life, on Wuya Mountain, when I accidentally turned around, there was always lightning flashing in my eyes. I don't know if it was because of despair or because of the biting hatred

Time seeps through my tears like water. I don’t know why I keep crying, but I understand that I’ve been waiting for someone.

Wait for the Lanxue with a shallow smile on her face to come from the east

Say to me

Let you and I leave this cold crystal coffin, and never look back from now on

But I know this is my fantasy

Just like what my father said back then, all of this is an illusion

Maybe my father has forgotten a prince like me

Because I feel that I betrayed him and betrayed his faith

How many years have I waited for this illusion

One hundred years?

A thousand years?

Or ten thousand years?

Just for the Star Wei Hua who doesn’t know when it will bloom?

Or to wait for your reunion to be wiped out

That day, I stayed at this Wuya Mountain where I have been for countless years.

A person similar to Lanxue

Walked by the green tree that has been with me for many years but still flourishing branches and leaves.

It's not too fast or slow

But he always feels sad

Two people with similar backs give people two completely different feelings

When she turned around, I shed tears

because

She is exactly the same as Lanxue

She told me that his name is Qingshui

After saying that, she pulled away from the air, leaving only the sound of the wind breaking through the air

I don't know

Is that person named Qingshui her?

If it was her

Then why is he sad?

Why is it as sad as me?```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````

Some people say that thousands of hopes in the past life are exchanged for a one-sided fate in this life

If that's not the case, why did I meet her

Who is the passerby in life, who is the turn of life

I only know that I am on this Wuya Mountain

Always thinking about him over and over again

Thinking of tears turning into ice

I think

After winter passes

I'll cry again

Because my heart has melted in that review

Snow, snow in the mountains

Will it float down again?

I really don't know

When I will wait

Waiting for that familiar back

Sometimes I really think

Has that person really appeared?

So what if it has appeared?

When I think so again

My father came to me

When I saw my father

I couldn't help but shed tears

How many years have it been?

Actually, I no longer hate my father

Because many years ago

A man named Feng Wu told me

Xuanyuan actually misses you very much, but His Majesty can't let go of too many things
Chapter completed!