Those eyes that once shone brighter than the stars were now as dim as ashes.
The corners of the chapped lips curled up slightly, forming a shallow smile.
Eyebrows are as clear as snow, Lang Yan is unique, but her smile is so hopeless, heartbroken.
He is hated by his parents and rejected by the world, like a monster, walking alone, alone.
But he obviously didn't do anything, but he had to bear the deepest darkness in the world.
He doesn't even know what the hell he is
Is it a human, a demon, a demon, or a monster that does not blend into the world
Luo Yunxiao closed her eyes, and let out a low, hoarse, desolate laugh like a trapped animal.
But in a trance, he seemed to hear a distant and tearing voice, screaming in his ear over and over again.
"If you and I have the same heart and mind, then...then lend me your strength for a while..."
"This deity... I, I don't want to destroy the world, I don't want revenge on mankind, I... don't want anything..."
"I just want to keep this woman in front of me!"
Keep this woman
which woman
Luo Yunxiao opened his eyes in a daze.
A vague figure appeared in front of him.
The primordial spirit collapsed, and the blood stained the long skirt, as if it would dissipate into the world anytime and anywhere.
But Luo Yunxiao saw a ray of light in this blurred figure.
He is the only devout believer in this life, longing for the light of protection.
The chapped lips slowly opened and closed, like a swearing oath, and also like the sorrow of letting go of the rest of his life: "Okay, I... borrow... you..."
As long as you can keep her!
So at least, there is still a trace of value in his dirty and rotten life.
So at least, he has no regrets about being abandoned by the world.
Buzzing buzzing, in the sea of consciousness, the eleven natal swords trembled violently, as if echoing something.
The energy in his body drained like a spring, dissipated, and took away his weak vitality bit by bit.
Luo Yunxiao slowly closed her eyes.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
It was at this time that the bell rang.
A huge silver moon rose into the night sky, and nine stars shone brightly.
The white raindrops fell from the air, wet his skin, soaked into his bones and blood, and penetrated into his soul bit by bit.
Luo Yunxiao opened her eyes in a daze, looking at the bright moon in the sky.
The burning wound on the back gradually healed.
The pain in the body left silently.
The lost vitality has returned to his body at some point, bringing him the hope and belief to live.
The melodious music sounded softly in my ears, like the voice of a young girl Qingyue resounding over and over again.
No, not just one voice, but, many, many voices.
—"Little uncle, your body is your own. Even if no one cares, you must care. Because if you take yourself seriously and abandon all your emotions and desires, then no one in the world will really care about you. I care about you."
——"May we live forever in this life and night, and be free and easy forever!"
— "What is your real identity, little uncle? Do you have any powerful enemies? What kind of past do you have? We don't care about these. We only know that you are the little uncle of all of us, and a member of our Xiaoyaomen." member."
—"We wish we could tell the whole world that you are from our Xiaoyao Sect and the junior uncle of our Xiaoyao Seven Sons."
Luo Yunxiao closed his eyes suddenly, the rain fell on his face and slid down the corner of his mouth.