Lost mind

Min Yan never thought that she would be so calm.

It's so strange, obviously she is in such pain and cold, why is she so calm?

She was so unbelievable.

Luo, even though she suddenly became the Demon Emperor, she didn't become hostile because of it, and she still thinks that the person is more beautiful, the person Qiyin liked, and was familiar with before, how could she never find out that he has such a relationship with Qiyue?

After all, Luo used to stay in the Protoss for so long and lived in Qiyue Palace. She thought, is there any omen for so many years?At the Queen's Sealing Ceremony, the two of them were obviously so indifferent, as if they were treating enemies, but now...

Because she had never thought about it, her thoughts were inevitably subverted.After a blank, thoughts emerged from her mind.

Once again staring at Qiyue, she couldn't help but smile wryly, this is the person she likes.

His eyes are always cold, like the night, but also like the sky, like a mountain, but like a deep pool.

It was so quiet and lofty that one couldn't help but look up.

Just looking at him, it seems that the soul is immersed in the bottom of a quiet and profound lake, cut off from everything.It makes people feel extremely peaceful.

Even now, that feeling remains the same.

From the beginning to the end, Min Yan did not notice the two people behind her.She really didn't have the energy to care about those things.

She didn't stay any longer.In fact, she didn't need to stay any longer.She is not in the mood to humiliate herself.

Fortunately, Qiyin did not see such a situation, otherwise, everything would be much more interesting.

After the God Empress who was hit the hardest left, not far behind her, Zi Wei who had been silent all this time suddenly laughed, "Speaking of which, His Royal Highness, is it fate that you and I can meet?"

Qiongmo chuckled, "Do you believe in this legend?"

"You don't believe it?" Facing Qiongmo's sneer, Ziwei was a little surprised.After all, this game was proposed by Qiongmo himself, so why does he have the current attitude now?

"The lovers at the bottom of Moshui? Bless the descendants? Hehe, do you think we are also their descendants?" Saying this, Qiongmo's sarcasm became more obvious, mocking the affectionate and devout wishing in this city now everyone.

"What?" After all these years of memorial service, she is the most familiar person here, and Ziwei couldn't help frowning at this person's ridicule, but she still couldn't help being a little curious.

However, Qiongmo did not respond to her.

This ambitious man, who is the best in the world, looks up at the flickering lights in the city, those flickering lights among the ups and downs of the crowd, and the unknown and captivating light is rippling in his dark purple eyes. .

In fact, not many years have passed, Qiongmo thought, how could everything be said to be a belief?

In ancient times, there were wars between thousands of clans that lasted for tens of millions of years.During such a long tens of millions of years, the entire earth has been plunged into endless wars.

It is not that there have been only four races between heaven and earth since ancient times, and it is not that they are born powerful and have achieved their current status.After all the peace, there are bloody killings.

No war is cruel.

What is the origin, no one remembers clearly, and even those races that have either passed away or remained are gradually being forgotten.Even the once scarlet sky, earth, and sea water have long since returned to their true colors.

Thinking of this, Qiongmo couldn't help laughing at the peaceful and peaceful scene around him.These people, if they knew how the rivers and seas that have placed so many expectations on them are formed, would they still have the happy and calm look they have now?If they knew that the vast Moshui was once bright red and the bottom of the water was full of corpses, could they still wish sincerely with such beautiful feelings now?

How long has it been?It was only 10,000+ years, the war was initially settled, and the clans cultivated their health and rest. The current situation led by the four clans was gradually divided among the continents, and then the new year began.

From the beginning of the year to the present, it is only more than 3 years.

But in the minds of people today, it seems that there are only these few clans from ancient times to the present, so it is a matter of course.

Those bleak and gorgeous histories, brilliant and moving legends have long since become blurred.What remains are sections of the mysterious past, one after another, the strange and dangerous secret places, like the Yunmu Plain, like the Mingxuan Mountains, like the bottom of the Moshui River.

Moshui, which has annihilated all things for thousands of years, the devastated Yunmu Plain, which is devoid of vitality and spiritual power, the mysterious and rugged Mingxuan Mountains, rich in treasures, the majestic, lofty, beautiful and ethereal Xuejie Mountains, including the land in the far west of the Mozu Every boundary of the four clans, every resort has a legend, which is soaked in countless blood and scattered countless bones.

However, standing in front of these beautiful, fantastic and desolate scenes, how many people still remember how all this was formed?

The memory of the world really cannot withstand the passage of time.

Not to mention, from a certain point of view, these people today are the enemies of those creatures who have disappeared in time and are buried here as one body for generations.

That kind of hatred is not pure grievances and killings, but an irresolvable struggle between races that has involved trillions of lives formed over countless years.

It has nothing to do with individuals, right or wrong, right or wrong, or feelings.Also indelible.

Countless years of blood-stained history, mysterious and magnificent legends that have disappeared in time, entangled grievances and grievances that have accumulated for tens of thousands of years... Heroic spirits screaming and screaming at the bottom of the silent water, will you understand? Do you sincerely wish the descendants of these enemies?

The lights that sank to the bottom of the river died silently along with the bones, leaving countless sighs of desolation.

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It was finally dawn, and there were no lights in the river. Everything sank into Moshui with the current, and the surface was calm, as if nothing had happened.

The river bank was extremely empty, and there was no trace of anyone. The grand scene of yesterday was like an illusion.

Everyone went back to the inn.In the end, Ming Su met Ye'er, Qiyin, Mu and She Yu, and of course they didn't meet anyone.

After all, there are not many people in Yougu than in Qiyue Palace. For the first time in these years, the two found someone who shared the same language. The two little girls hit it off and became good friends very quickly. I don't know what I'm talking about, but it looks extremely happy.

It's a pity that separation is imminent, otherwise, how perfect the world would be.

Everyone parted soon.

No one talked about last night.

After all, their identities are very high, and it is impossible for them to stay in the place of the fairy clan for long.No matter how peaceful and peaceful this place is now, it can't cover up the undercurrent surging beneath it.

It is undeniable that in recent years, due to the appearance of Qiongmo, Mingmu and Yu no longer interfere too much, and there is a temporary balance between the demons and the gods. The joy of being born again.

But not all forget their own pain.

A person is never the same as a group of people.

Not to mention the grievances between gods and demons, the cause and effect of this kind of enmity formed by the upper-level leaders cannot be stated in detail.Just talking about this battle with heavy losses makes people sigh.

What can be inspired by blood?

The nature is belligerent, unruly, and fanatical. If you want to say that everything that follows is for revenge, it is better to say that after tens of thousands of years of recuperation, the peace for too long has made people get used to the current life. The fierce war, the activated blood energy in the soil, finally made the unspeakable nature hidden in the blood that longed for battle and expansion began to move around.

Possessing great power and almost endless life, can such a powerful creature really get used to being ordinary?Who can let the time and space pass away?What kind of pursuit is it not a waste of this long time?