Go to the smelly wood, turn into dust, sawdust, turn into air, turn into anything, just don't be herself.
That snake writhed and swam away soundlessly... In the darkness, she burst into tears, banging her head on the cabinet door—you promised me to come back and find me, you promised! why don't you come back Why don't you come back? !
... The pale and slender fingers crawled slowly and unhurriedly. The snake climbed up her body for a while, and moved away for a while...
The eunuch also seems to enjoy this process of finding an escape, as if it is a rare and interesting game in the life of a boring eunuch—a eunuch of the lowest eunuch who is neither male nor female can manipulate other people's will like this, and... Body.
In front of children who are weaker and more powerless than himself, he regained the strength he had lost long ago.
That was really the greatest compensation for the tragedy of his life.
He smiled excitedly, his slender and pale fingers slowly moved, until he finally had enough of playing, and when he lost his patience, he was very precise, and touched straight to the place that had already been found...
"ah!!!"
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"ah!!!"
Meng Fuyao jumped up from the bed covered in icy cold sweat, jumped to the ground, knocked over the table, stepped on chairs, tore down the tent, extinguished the lights and broke his heart and lungs.
She was entangled in a pile of bedding and ran out with sweat all over her face. At that moment, the whites of her eyes disappeared, leaving only darkness, endless blackness.
The boundless darkness is an unbearable burden in life!
Those more than a thousand days and nights of living in a hellish wooden cabinet, those endless hunger and silence, those bodies that could not straighten, those unbearable heat and cold winter, those dark years when only the light of oil lamps and palace lanterns could be seen, and those trapped in the cabinet. Standing still and silently enduring years of obscenities and insults from perverted eunuchs...
ah-.
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Why should you know why should you know why should you know? The most miserable, deepest, saddest, most helpless desolation and shame in the world
The nightmare buried deep fourteen years ago, she chose to forget the nightmare she would never face again in this life, why she had to tear it away bloody, let her see the world's greatest sorrow and darkness through her bloody past cold
She let out a long cry, and rushed outward like a whirlwind. She didn't know what she wanted to hit, she just felt that at this moment, the world, the yellow, the universe, and the wild are all enemies, and they are the coldest mountains that lie in the fate. Every time he bumped his head and bled, he struggled with his stumped limbs and arms flying all over the place, every time he managed to support himself and climb up, immediately another huge glacier sword fell down with cold light, straight to the top.
She roared, and the howling sound shocked the entire huge post house. She turned into a black hurricane, rolling all kinds of furniture in the room and slamming outward.
A white shadow flashed before his eyes.
Zong Yue from the next room jumped out first.
At this moment, Meng Fuyao couldn't recognize anyone, she only saw a snow-white shadow, a white... yes, an iceberg, an iceberg that lay in her life, an iceberg that needed to be crushed!
She screamed wildly, regardless of ruthlessly rushing towards the iceberg, raised her hand and slapped it with all her strength, and with a bang, both of them fell down together, sliding several feet on the ground, Meng Fuyao still kicked and beat Zong Yue Hugging her tightly, the two of them tumbled and entangled on the ground, the rolled ground was shattered by Meng Fuyao's raging qi, and the surrounding flowers and trees fell rumbling, Zong Yue wanted to hug her While preventing her from hurting herself, she also had to pay attention to the falling trees that could not support her head, and she rolled in a panic for a while.
With a flash of purple shadow, Changsun Wuji rushed over, reaching out to pull Meng Fuyao, but Zong Yue suddenly raised his head and said, "Don't!"
In such an instant, Meng Fuyao had already released all the uncontrollable stellar qi, and his whole body was covered in blood. His white clothes were bright red, but his eyes were sober and sharp, and he severely prevented Changsun Wuji's rescue.
Immediately, while holding Meng Fuyao in his arms, he tangled and rolled all over the ground, and next to her undisturbed true energy, he quickly pulled out the golden needle bag from his waist, and wrapped Meng Fuyao with one hand and quickly administered the needle. Dharma protector, waved his sleeves to move the fallen trees away.
Meng Fuyao is still rolling around. It is rare that Zong Yue is the number one genius doctor in the world. In this situation where she is moving around crazily, she can still recognize acupuncture points and apply acupuncture like flying. She slapped her palms again and again, and there would be a pause between each slap, so he took advantage of this moment of pause to quickly apply the needles, and as the needles pierced in one by one, Meng Fuyao's strength finally gradually slowed down.
She slowed down, and the zhenqi scattered around her body seemed to be slowly swimming with life, and then returned to her little by little. Compared with before, the zhenqi was more solid and thick, and it looked like a handle from a distance. The jade ruyi on the handle shines like a jade pearl, flowing in the air section by section like a substance.
She's upgraded.
In an instant, combining the last medicinal power of the pill that Zong Yue had given at the beginning, the true energy went up and broke through the double building, and passed two levels in a row, and entered the seventh level and the third level "Ruyi", which is not far from the eighth level.
During this period, there was Zong Yue's sacrifice - when he hugged Meng Fu Rock, he not only had to protect her and give her needles, but also forcibly injected his own true energy into Meng Fu Rock's palm, constantly making up for and repairing her. The meridian damage caused by her violent breakthrough, protected her all the way through the barrier.
Meng Fuyao collapsed on the ground, slowly withdrawing her true energy, Zong Yue coughed uncontrollably, but refused the support of Zhangsun Wuji, and slowly got up by himself.
He sat silently, and said for a long while: "...she...really?"
Changsun Wuji turned his head away, as if he couldn't even answer.
The two were silent in the devastated place, one lowered his head and coughed gently, the other raised his head to watch the moon quietly, the coughing coughed up endless blood, and the one who watched the moon saw the depression and sadness on his face.
Meng Fuyao was still lying on the ground, after a while she said wearily: "You can go."
There was silence, Meng Fuyao closed her eyes and ignored, she no longer wanted to say anything, nor did she want to ask.
I don't want to ask what happened after my mother left that day - before the dream was finished, she was forced to wake up by the thing she was most unwilling to face in the depths of her memory, and she intuitively chose not to face the next ending.
I don't want to ask Changsun Wuji why he didn't come back in the first place - what else is there to ask? It's just life.
Her life, Meng Fuyao's life, the life of Meng Fuyao envied by the whole Wuzhou continent, the life of the lord of the Three Kingdoms, King Meng of Dahan, Xuanyuan Guoshi, the most famous and beautiful Meng Fuyao, is like this.
Dark, heavy, painful, hopeless.
"Don't kill—"
The howling like a beast is still going on, and the old Lu who was awakened by Zong Yue's heavy methods does not know that the sea has changed at this moment, nor does he know that on the ground not far away, he molested him in the dark for five years. The child suddenly raised his head.
He was just chaotic, muddy, blood-red rushing out of the world, everything in recent years faded away, only the indelible deep memory of fourteen years ago... that girl in the dark... that soft and delicate finger The skin... the court lady Xu Wan who was found out by the queen...the face of the cabinet tied to the bed, scalded with boiling water, and then brushed with an iron brush bit by bit to completely expose the flesh and bones... The cabinet is full of life and death... The blood red eyes watching that scene...
Those eyes were as red as charcoal, not like the eyes of a five-year-old child, but like a god and demon imprisoned in the Nine Nether Hell for thousands of years. Since then, it has burned him, tormented him day by day, endlessly rubbed and sharpened in his heart, until his sanity was slowly polished away over the years.
But at this moment, he saw those eyes again.
Blood-red, deep black, cold light radiates like a famous sword out of its sheath, murderous awe-inspiring eyes like gods and demons out of their guns.
Meng Fuyao's eyes.
The moment she saw Lao Lu, she bounced it suddenly, and the bullet flew through the sky in an instant, and the distance of several feet flashed in an instant. Her hand had already been deeply inserted into Lao Lu's chest.
The wind blowing all over the sky, and then quiet again, blowing up the woman's plain clothes, and the clothes fluttered in the wind, like a mourning banner.
The sleeves of his clothes were flying, but his body and fingers were as motionless as steel, and the old Lu who had been stabbed in his heart was also motionless.
Under the night, in the darkness, two living figures.
After a long time, Lao Lu grinned, revealing a relieved smile.
Finally freed...
He waited a long time.
From the time when those blood-red eyes tortured him so much that he could not sleep every day, he began to wait, and then he began to paint, always feeling that she was beside him, she was watching, looking at his paintings, he He knew that he shouldn't draw, but he couldn't stop drawing when he was stared at day and night with such eyes, and then he couldn't do it if he didn't draw, and then, the painting was finally seen by His Majesty passing by, so he knew... It's almost over, really, it's almost over.
So it's over.
Everyone suffers in life, no matter good or evil, everyone is waiting for the end, waiting to swallow the taste of life and death.
Lao Lu smiled, looking at those eyes that gradually regained their composure, and at the hands that were as stable as a rock from beginning to end... That little girl who was tied up in a closet until she was five years old has finally grown up, right? She is already strong enough, strong enough to dig out his heart with a pair of bare hands, when his hands touched her body back then, now her hands take out his heart, fair.
He took one last look at this cold world without any hesitation, and then prepared to let himself fall down. Standing like this was very tiring.
His eyes suddenly froze.
On the opposite side, the man in white... that face that seems strange but familiar, that tall and unique and graceful figure, that special temperament that makes people feel spotless despite being covered in blood...
he!
Lao Lu suddenly trembled, and the third painting emerged in his trembling vision. He has been painting for many, many years, and he has never forgotten any movement or expression of any one of them. Even after many years, his appearance has changed. Still fully visible, he saw the handsome young man standing beside the queen in the painting slowly walking over, stepping off the screen, walking up to the body of the white-clothed man in front of him, and finally the two merged into one.
He saw him standing in front of the dressing bed, he saw him open the cabinet, he heard him say quietly: "Before you become a real strong man, forget all your hatred."
it's him... it's him...
Lao Lu stretched out his finger and pointed at Zong Yue.
From the gaps between his teeth that were no longer closed to the wind and lifeless, he frantically squeezed words tremblingly.
Every word burst out with the blood foam in the chest.
He said:
"... he... he is your... your..."
Meng Fuyao suddenly pulled his hand.
She indifferently withdrew her hand from Lao Lu's chest.
The last point of support that kept the old road upright was removed, and the body that carried countless past events and secrets crashed to the ground.
The blood snaked like a snake, and along the cracks in the ground, it went down silently and disappeared.
Born in the dust, return to the dust.
An eunuch who was buried in the palace all his life, played a dark role in Meng Fuyao's life that made her close herself. Maybe he is not a bad person, but his deformed fate made him uncontrollably walk on the path of perversion, and finally blacked out. five years for a man, after which he spends his whole life receiving punishment, until now, the final judgment comes.
His trial has ended, whether he is going to heaven or hell, he will no longer be forced to paint.
And what about judgments that belong to others
"Old Lu—" With a miserable call, the woman who was guarded by Tie Cheng ran out. Tie Cheng was worried that Meng Fuyao would abandon her task of guarding her, so she ran out, just in time to see the scene of Lao Lu's death.
She rushed over, crying to death on Lao Lu's corpse, murmured about Lao Lu's kindness and kindness in life, and cursed the person who killed him with a vicious heart. her mouth.
Meng Fuyao didn't move, he didn't even wipe the blood off his hands, he just looked at her coldly, then at the dead body on the ground, such a dirty thing like Lao Lu, and this woman treats each other sincerely, what about his own mother? Can Xu Wan, who is beautiful and resentful, have a good day in her life? And the man who finally caused her tragic end, sitting on the throne, guarding that wicked woman, has long forgotten her existence.
The golden cage creates a pile of scum, and the scum refuses to take responsibility for the next job, leaving innocent people struggling silently in the dark, covered in blood.
Meng Fuyao stood upright, expressionless, raised her head slightly, Zong Yue approached her, she took a step back, this step made Zong Yue froze, frozen on the spot like an ice sculpture.
Changsun Wuji looked at her silently, and raised his hand to pull her over. She gave way slightly, and Changsun Wuji's hand landed on the empty space. He didn't take it back immediately, but curled up his fingers slightly in mid-air, as if to Grab that cool air to calm the turbulent waves deep in my heart at this moment, with boundless regret.
Meng Fuyao just stood quietly and coolly, and it was also very cool to wear it, but it was not as cool as her standing in the moonlight.
She doesn't want to look at anyone at the moment, she doesn't want to look at the eldest grandson Wuji who promised to come back to find her but didn't come back in the end, and doesn't want to look at Zong Yue who Lao Lu finally identified with unclear meaning but probably had a part in what happened back then. Thinking coldly in the midnight wind, what can I believe? What can you rely on? Those who love you, you think that they will never betray you in this life, but when you turn around a certain corner, you find that they are looking at you coldly from the other side, and the turbulent waves are surging in front of you, and you cannot cross the boat.
It turned out that she had always been just one person.