There were a few soft hairs on her temples, which were blown by the wind and brushed her white face, but she didn't seem to notice at all, standing silently in front of the cliff on the platform, staring blankly into the distance.
The mountain wind was getting stronger and stronger, and her clothes began to dance with it.
Further on, it is darkness, that is, the abyss.
On the edge of the cliff, the woman in white stood alone in the twilight.
Bit by bit, what emerged in the deep heart, originally gentle feelings, how slowly, but turned into sadness.
Once, once, like an invisible sword, it deeply stung my heart.
The trace engraved in the deep heart is actually a person's face.
Acacia, unforgettable ...
When there is no one at night, in a quiet and deserted place, she slowly opens her arms. In front of her, there is boundless darkness, as if heaven and earth were boundless.
The wind is so urgent that it rushes into my arms as if to tear people apart, and the darkness at my feet is suddenly ready to move. I stretched out my dark hand from an unknown place, wrapped around her body and tried to pull her into the abyss.
It's just that she seems crazy, just staring silently. The wind blows her thin and fragile body at the moment, just like a lily blooming in the dark.
Night, deep.
That kind of inexplicable cold permeates every skin of the body, only the mind, only the heart suddenly becomes hot, and that kind of tenderness deeply hidden in the deep heart suddenly seems like a burning flame, which generates, dissipates and condenses into-
A face.
"Choking solicitation ..."
A shrill voice suddenly sounded in the dark and echoed far away.
The heavenly sword is drawn and shines brightly in the dark. The white figure leaped, grabbed the sky in mid-air, and the chilly mountain wind Huo Ran swept up. With the white figure, the sword dance began on the moon platform.
Autumn water falls like the sky, turning into a boundless galaxy, swaying gently in the hands of Xianxiansu, and flowing happily in the dark. It sometimes flies in the sky, sometimes falls to the ground, and sometimes turns into a white dress, nostalgic for that peerless face; Sometimes I make stars all over the sky, shining.
Lu Xueqi on the moon platform, deeply bit his lip and closed his eyes. His body seems to be floating in the wind, like floating catkins, like cold flowers, dancing out the beautiful posture of this world.
She turned into a white floating light, exhausted all her strength, and looked so pale, as if she still saw faint sweat, but she didn't stop, maybe she was tired, so she could forget everything!
So she jumped and jumped, and the figure in the night was faint and beautiful. ...
"Ding!"
With a slight soup, Excalibur Tianjun slowly fell from his hand, and the sharp blade ignored the hard rock and plunged into the stone silently like snow.
Brilliant and beautiful white figure, gradually low down, the darkness quietly poured in.
Who is breathing in the dark?
There are water drops, dripping gently, falling on the stone, perhaps the sweat after fatigue?
She gasped softly, gasped, then slowly calmed down, her eyes raised, but there was a hint of melancholy.
I don't know when, she jumped behind the moon viewing platform. In front of her, is a bamboo forest, in front of her, is a slender and gentle bamboo tears.
In the dim light, I shed tears bit by bit, like a heartbroken woman.
She looked stupefied, then suddenly laughed, silently smiled, as if with a bit of bitterness, and then sat on the ground with her back against bamboo tears, regardless of the dust on the ground and her white clothes.
Look up, look up to heaven!
The sky is boundless ...
The night wind blows, as if there is a faint familiar smell.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
After being tired, my heart looks more profound.
The past, bit by bit, seems to be engraved in my heart and can never be erased.
Just like that day outside the treasure house of the Emperor of Heaven, he impulsively grabbed her hand to save her and forgot his own danger.
She still closed her eyes, but there was a faint smile on her lips. Then, think, think ...
It was not until I thought of the mysterious words dancing around them at the last minute that I found those words deeply imprinted in my mind. Maybe, so we can forget him?
She said this to her heart. Although she didn't believe it herself, she still whispered:
"The heavens and the earth are ruthless, and everything is straw dogs ..."
In the middle of the night, the old saying is like a spell, echoing in a low voice in the dark.