Nightfall

Ning Que ran in night crisis, ran on the street, and raised his right arm from time to time to wipe blood from his jaw

"Big black umbrellas hit him on the back from time to time. As time passed, the gloss in his eyes became darker and darker, and the eyebrows exposed outside the mask became tighter and wrinkled, which seemed very painful.

His vision became more and more blurred. The horse-horse pillars on the street and the gate in the mouth of Fangshi gradually deformed and twisted in his eyes, becoming monsters with open teeth and claws; his breathing became more and more rapid, and the lungs squeezed out the breath like The magma was hot, and the breath he desperately sucked in was like a glacier: his footsteps became more and more slow and slow, and he was often caught by the blue stone slabs protruding from the ground: his thinking became more and more disordered, and he gradually forgot his current situation. .

He just remembers that he should run, the farther he runs, the better.

Some kind of deep instinct urged him to run in the direction of Lao Bi Zhai in Lin 47 Lane. Probably only after seeing the little girl in the dark, would she feel safe and proper. This kind of obsession to run home is so It's strong ... It was strong enough to support his seriously injured and weak body from Nancheng to here, so strong that he didn't even notice that he was running on Suzaku Street, which was the most vigilant and uneasy on weekdays.

The blood dripping from the edge of the mask can be wiped off by the arm sleeves, and the blood from the countless sword mouths of the body slowly flows onto the **** umbrella, which is slowly absorbed and slowly released by the thick and greasy black umbrella surface. Out, dripping slowly towards the ground, and then a tiny blood flower bloomed on the ground, running into the gap between the stones.

Before morning, there was a morning breeze, and the clothes drying under the eaves of somebody's house were blown, blowing the dragon and cloud flag hunting in the distance of Suzaku Street. The footsteps in the morning breeze and the light **** smell melted. In one place, I gradually woke up some life hidden in the thousand-year-old stone crack.

The spacious and straight Suzaku Street in Chang'an City, Datang, suddenly became a long endless hellfire road. Ning Que felt that his feet seemed to step on extremely hot red pebbles, and the sole of the shoe would be After being burned through, the flickering flames spread and burned his flesh and bones, and burned his bones, which was very painful.

He was still running, step by step, step by step, every step felt that kind of pain, every step felt his feet were cut into meat by countless knives at the same time.

Suddenly his body suddenly froze, covering his chest in pain. !

He felt as if an invisible spear had fallen from the extremely high night sky, breaking open his flesh and bones, directly penetrating his body, and nailing him to the ground!

The burning pain from the ground on Suzaku Street disappeared instantly, because compared to the pain from the chest that seemed to tear everything and destroy all the pain, no pain in the world was worth mentioning.

Ning Que frowned in pain, looked at the empty chest, looked at the street that had become a kind of curvy road, looked at Chang'an City, which had nothing to do with reality, and found that everything in his eyes had countless shadows , The shadow of the real deception and deconstruction, and his people are standing between the real illusions of these things.

Suddenly, he heard someone gasping in the ear.

Exhausted with his last strength, he turned his head, and the **** hand held the knife handle on the waist tightly, but he saw no trace of anyone, and his body was still the strangely deformed world.

His face was pale as snowy mountains, and he looked around in a subconscious manner, subconsciously looking for the place where the gasp came.

On the street, those horse pillars tied to the ground that seemed to be doing tricks on the ground were gasping, telling the pain and irritability of the neck tied day by day; the yellow cloth guise of the Fangshi restaurant was breathing in the morning breeze, telling the night of the night. Pleasant and uneasy; the locust tree protruding from the waist of a house is panting, telling that he has seen too much family secrets about to be dried up; the green leaves falling under the stone lion are panting, telling that he has no response The reasons for the occasional fall. A lion carved out of stone is breathing, a building made of wood is breathing, a pavement underfoot is breathing, a morning breeze is breathing, a royal palace in the distance is breathing, a gray wall in the vicinity is breathing, Changan City is breathing, the whole world is breathing Gasping. Jiao Didi's charming Youruo women's groaning breath, the long and long Ruo Chaotang's solemn breath, the rush of restlessness, the Ruo fugitive traveler's desperate breath, and the indifferent vicissitudes of Ruoxi's ruthless breath.

Ning Que stood alone and helplessly standing in the middle of the street, listening to the breathing sounds coming from all directions in the back garden and narrow hall of the main street.

He loosened the handle of the knife and covered his ears with his hands, but he still couldn't stop the various breathing breaths from penetrating the back of his palm, clearly and powerfully passed into his mind.

He knelt slowly in the middle of the dark Suzaku Street, and then nephew.

A **** umbrella covered his back.

The blood flowed through the black umbrella, dripping onto the bluestone and flowing into the gap between the stones.

The flat bluestone paved Suzaku Street, with countless tiny flowers sprouting from blood droplets, running from the south to the north, the blood flowers are connected in a line, and the blood in front of the black umbrella is hidden in a line.

What the blood line pointed away from far away was the stone statue of Suzaku in the distance of the street.

The portrait of the Suzaku engraved in the center of the royal road is deeply embedded in the stone and carries the Tang Dynasty for more than a thousand years. Lao Xiong, its two angry and powerful eyes will always be so calm, never moved for a moment.

At this time, the eyes painted by Suzaku are still as majestic as usual, but the roots on the right side of the three beautiful and incomparable top wings are slowly picked up, seeming to break through the stone surface and enter the real world!

Ning Que's nephew was unconscious under the **** umbrella. He didn't know that such a strange change in the image of the Suzaku in the distance, nor did he know that a sense of ruin as if from the ancients enveloped himself.

His blood flowed between the stone cracks, extremely shallow and flat, shallower and flatter than the limit of human imagination, flowing from the center of the street to the distance, flowing into the distance between the complex and solemn feathers of the Suzaku.

Silently, the blood flowing into Suzaku's paintings of colorful feathers and stone gaps was quickly evaporated into a pale red mist, and then quickly purified into an invisible emptiness by an invisible high-temperature force.

The blood droplets scattered on the blue stone plate on Suzaku Street also began to evaporate and be purified, and the flowers disappeared invisible. The extremely flat and shallow blood water between the stone cracks continued to evaporate and disappear at a speed visible to the naked eye, until finally came Under the **** umbrella, it directly invades Ning Que's body along the bloodstream!

The fire is invisible, the temperature is invisible, and the invisible scorching breath seems to be able to incinerate everything in the world. The blood water on Ning Que's body is quickly evaporated and invisible, but the clothes have not changed at all.

His bare arms outside his clothing, his cheeks exposed outside his mask began to turn red quickly, his hair on his forehead quickly turned yellow and withered, and the nails of his hands resting on the bluestone began to dry because of the rapid loss of water.

A green leaf was blown up by the morning breeze and landed on the back of his hand, and then was again brushed off, still green and gratifying. An ant was disturbed by the fallen leaves, climbed on the back of his hand, and then climbed down from the other side, still alive. But if there is no accident, the next moment Ning Que will burn the mysterious invisible flame released by the image of Suzaku alive.

At this moment, a shadow fell, and the poor ant was crushed with a soft slap.

The **** umbrella blown by the morning breeze gently covered Ning Que's body, gently waving like a black lotus. As the black umbrella swaggered, the green leaf was instantly frozen and frozen into ice, which was scattered into countless tiny boulders by the gentle breeze.

An absolutely cold smell gradually released from the black umbrella, slowly and unstoppably penetrated into Ning Que's hot body. After a while, the red on his cheeks and arms gradually faded back to the white after the serious injury, resting on the forehead The front hair quickly turned back to black and shiny, and the nails of both hands resting on the bluestone regained their luster.

The portrait of the Suzaku on the stone street in the distance seemed to feel something. The majestic eyes of the majesty were still calm as usual, but it felt like a glance in the direction of Ning Que's nephew.

After an instant, the three gorgeous and incomprehensible top wings were picked up together!

Almost at the same time, the **** umbrella covered in Ning Que swaggered a bit more!

The black wind was blowing on the black wasteland, and the strong wind rolled up the black gravel and threw it around in the sky, so that it looked with the naked eye, as if the ray of the blazing sun on the sky had turned black.

There is a black snow mountain in the distance of the wasteland, which is constantly melting and collapsing under the light of the black blazing sun. The melted snow water is mixed with black soil and black gravel, reflecting the black sunlight, and rushing around violently.

The black snow mountain is about to collapse and collapse, and the flood it forms will destroy the whole world, and at this moment, the bright night suddenly comes to the world, releasing a very warm and cold atmosphere.

Ning Que stood at a certain point in this space, and looked at this magnificent and vast picture of world destruction calmly, but he did n’t know where it was, but he knew it was not a dream. Resolute, as if he clearly saw the light that occupied most of the sky, he was sure that it was night.

The bright night covered most of the sky dome and the blazing black sunlight, gradually slowing down the speed of melting and collapse of the snowy mountains, and the cold smell from the bright night sky ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ began to condense those The floods that raged in the black wasteland turned them into dancing black ice, unwilling black snow.

The whole world is being reshaped, and the black snow mountain rises slowly and unstoppably.

Heaven and earth return to calm, and the night reverts back to the colors that night should be. The glacier and snow river on the wasteland do not know when to disappear, as if nothing has changed, and it seems that everything has changed.

The round of the sun on the sky warmed the world, and the spring light melted the snow on the other side of the snowy mountain. The gurgling water penetrated into the depth of the ice and snow, fell into the blue and dark underground ice cave, and then disappeared.

I do n’t know how many years have passed. Somewhere on the wilderness far away from the snowy mountain, a gravel trembles gently and was pushed aside, and then a trickle trickled out, and then gradually spread out, towards the horizon go with.

A weak but strong grass grows beside the water.

(This chapter of Nima seems to take six hours, I can only vomit blood to recognize it.) (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point to vote for recommendation, monthly tickets, your support , Is my biggest motivation.)