When Inhumans Meet Abnormal Humans

On the top of the white clouds, Changyeweiyang is no longer as prosperous as it used to be. The pumice stone foundation has already been covered with deep and shallow cracks. With only a single obsession, the ruins are propped up and crumbling in the air.

In such a huge city, only one young man in white was left guarding the city alone.

I don't know when it will snow heavily, and the falling snow is scrambling to fall from the lead-colored sky, as if to bury the last bit of life in the city.

It was very cold, but the young man was only wearing a plain white shirt, standing alone in the wind and snow leaning on the dead sacred tree, empty and lonely, as if he was waiting for someone who could never wait for his return.

"Come?" The young man suddenly said, his voice was as cold as snowflakes.

The tall man in black came from the ruins and responded, "I'm here to pick you up, Feng."

The young man named Feng just shook his head slightly when he got the answer, looked up at the falling snow in the sky, and sighed, "You are not my maple."

The skin is whiter than the snow, and the lip color is almost gone, quiet and pale, as if it will be broken by the wind and snow with a light touch.

The fragile appearance of the once magnificent person stung his eyes and heart. Feng couldn't help asking, "Why? Because I have entered the way of magic? Didn't you say that immortals and demons are just a choice? Why do you want to be with me now? Like those hypocrites?"

Hearing this, the young man bit his lower lip tightly, and the blood instantly stained his lips red, as bright as a little crimson, "You still don't understand."

With red eyes, Feng retorted, "What don't you understand? I bear the blood of demons and lead the demons to retake the land of Chentian. What's wrong?"

Without replying, Feng picked up the broken sword at the side and approached Feng step by step.

"Even you want to blame me?" Feng looked at the young man who came with a sword in disbelief, "Are you going to kill the traitor yourself?"

"Forget it, death at your hands is a worthy death for me." After experiencing a brief moment of anger, Feng closed his eyes a little tiredly, so that he would not see who killed him.

"Silly, I am still a fool to be a demon king. I said that my sword will not point at you, so I will do it." Finally, Feng stood still a few steps away from Feng, "You should have slaughtered the common people, of course. There are people who have wronged you, but there are also innocent people, my Feng has a clear distinction between love and hate, and will not be blinded by hatred."

"The rise and fall of the three clans is like the change of dynasties in the world. Whoever dominates ups and downs has a fate, but the demon clan's dominance of the world does not necessarily mean that other clans will be wiped out. You are too much."

After all, the beautiful young man raised the broken sword high, pierced his chest with the broken blade, and the blood gushed out instantly.

"do not want!"

"do not go."

"Sorry, I was wrong."

"Please come back, I will listen to you in the future..."

Holding the young man in his arms tightly, Feng apologized over and over again, until the vocal cords were torn, and he could no longer make any sound, and still repeated those few words over and over again with mouth shapes.

However, the words of apology were delayed by one step and could never be conveyed. No one knew which one would visit first, goodbye or life, and hugged the person who was gradually losing warmth in his arms. Feng could no longer hear that clear and cold voice calling him, one step away Wrong steps, wrong steps, the game with the sweetheart, no matter whether you win or lose, you will never go back, you won the country, and you lost the world.

The once long night and two walls finally lost each other, drifting away in the opposite direction, leaving only one person at the end to drink alone the colorless mountains and rivers.

The pumice stone peels off at an accelerated rate in the mournful wind and snow, the old man has returned, the obsession is no longer there, and the old land will be destroyed along with the dead, burying the heartache into the most elusive midnight dream in memory.

No one knows what happened that day, the demons only know their king, who left with a black brocade robe on his body, but came back dressed in white.

All I know is that the number of newborns in the clan suddenly increased, and the offspring of the demon clan, which had not been favored by the heavens for thousands of years, finally began to flourish.

All they know is that the king who led them to restore them left behind the words "I miss him" after a thousand years and disappeared from everyone's sight.

At the former site of Changye Weiyang, Feng is still wearing a plain shirt.

Gently stroking the thin snow off the tombstone, the tall man leaned against the tombstone exhausted, like a wanderer who had finally found his home after wandering for a long time.

"My wife, Fengling," tracing the inscription stroke by stroke, Feng said to himself, "I love you, but you prefer the world, you burn your soul in exchange for the reincarnation of the dead, and now those who died in the war are gone Reincarnation, I also guarded this world for you for thousands of years, now I am tired, how about going to accompany you?"

Feng had never pointed a sword at him in his life, and he only took revenge on him once in his life, and it was still by self-harm.

The injury was not on his body, but let him enjoy the pain that pierced his heart for thousands of years.

There are flowers in spring, moon in autumn, cool wind in summer and snow in winter. This is a good season in the world, but he boiled those wind, flowers, snow and moon into spring, summer, autumn and winter for his life.

Holding the broken sword and piercing his chest, Feng's consciousness fell into a warm darkness, and tears rolled down his cheeks.

It took thousands of years, but the wind and snow that day was finally warmed into two lines of tears.

Since you left, my harsh winter has finally passed today...

……

"This is why you have been crying like a prototype since the afternoon?" After reading "Wei Young" sent by Liuhua's WeChat, Feng Ling still couldn't understand why the pair of hairballs in front of him would cry like this miserable picture look like.

As soon as he came out of the game console at night, he heard the two furry children and Liu Bei discussing something tearfully, their voices were so hoarse that they cried for a long time. Fortunately, there was a soundproofing array at home, otherwise this would have happened The policeman should have come to pick up the case.

Without Xu Cishu's trouser legs, Liuhua had no choice but to wipe his tears with his paws, and explained with a choked voice, "This article is some big fan fiction. Take it with me."

Shen Quan did not go to Xu Cishu's part-time job, mainly because he had a certain source of income from singing on the Internet before he transformed into a form. Now that he has Dao Ti, he directly works as a music anchor on the platform. Due to her good looks, she has a lot of fans online.

During his live broadcast yesterday, he mentioned that he was Feng Ling's son-in-law. As a result, fans gave him more than one page of humanistic names like chicken blood.

As a fan of Feng Ling, Shen Quan, who said he wanted to and was honest, sat on it consciously and moved by himself. Not only did he download all the fanfictions mentioned, but he also invited Sanhua to share them.

Then a certain ignorant kitten was stuffed with glass shards in the first article of "Wei Young".

So, this is the feeling of myocardial infarction?

Holding his glass heart of seven orifices, Liu Hua cried and pulled his comrades to ask the truth.

Shen Quan, as a bird who often hangs around major literary websites in Tieba, naturally knows that this is a fanfiction, and there is not much authenticity, but the lack of authenticity is still based on certain facts.

Shen Quan couldn't tell which ones were real and which ones were fictional, and he was led into the pit without paying attention, and his eyes slowly turned red.

This emotional richness is too much, there are people with emotional defects like him, but they can't bring down the average value of the whole family by much.

Looking at the pair of furry children who wanted to speak and cry first, Feng Ling seriously thought about the necessity of preparing a small space at home for Lin Liuhua and Shen Daiyu to bury flowers.

But right now, Feng Ling thinks that the stupid children should be educated first. The little fluff on their faces is wet and sticky with tears, and they seem to affect the appearance of the city. Because the mood swings return to their original form, which is beneficial to the exercise of the mind."

"And then, what does that have to do with you in the article? It looks like you are crying for my funeral." Seeing that the two of them have recovered their Taoist appearance, they went to wash their faces and clean up, and Feng Ling returned to the previous situation. The problem, he had a hunch, if he didn't clarify, he might develop two Tang Qu, he is not Bai Juyi, he can't appreciate this kind of art, "Also, even if I die, I don't need to be sad."

"Why? Isn't it sad that someone died?" Liu Hua had already stopped crying, but the circles of his eyes were still flushed, remembering that when grandma left, those people still had the feeling of grief in his heart, and his green eyes were glinting again.

Lifting his head and rubbing the little kitten's hair as a comfort, Feng Ling replied, "Life and death have their destiny, why live and die? Everything is just cause and effect. I live only because I exist here. If there is One day I will go, it is only destiny, so why be sad?"

"But, these have nothing to do with feelings?" Liu Hua said.

"Well, it's like this for you," Feng Ling said with a smile knowing what the kitten meant, "but I'm incomplete because I don't have a self, that's what A Li and the others said. I forgot to tell You guys, I went down to the realm to find the fate that would allow me to complete myself."

Feng Ling knew from the beginning of his transformation that he was different from those flesh and blood creatures. He was more like an existence, an empty set without connotation.

No motivation, no purpose, much less attachment.

The world is like a painting to him, and he is just a passing bystander who has no feeling for the existence or disappearance of things.

Even though he knows the difference, Feng Ling doesn't think he is incomplete, even if he doesn't know what emotion is, he doesn't even know why there is emotion, and he doesn't understand the connection between things and emotion. He has nothing to do.

But obviously Fengli and the others don't think so, they always feel that Fengling has lost a lot of fun.

Paintings will get boring after looking at them for a long time, even if Feng Ling doesn't know what is boring, they still hope that he, a child who can change the painting scroll, can experience the ups and downs of this world with a brush.

Although Feng Ling lacks the necessary emotions, because his transformation is based on the apex blood provided by Fengli, Gu Yunqing, and Gu Yuncheng, he has an innate closeness to these three people.

Their wishes, regardless of the reason, will come true.

With the efforts of four people, Feng Ling has finally slowly learned some basic emotions in ten thousand years. He is no longer indifferent to everything, and will take methods that he thinks are not troublesome because of cause and effect and some simple goals.

But there is nothing further, or he did it more because Fengli and the others hoped so, and a small part was his self-consciousness. Fundamentally speaking, he still didn't connect himself with the world.

So far, it was difficult to make any progress until Gu Yunqing tried his best to avoid the punishment of divination for a thousand years, forcibly spying on the secrets of heaven, and calculated his fate - he would find a complement in the world.

"I will try my best to show you more expressions!" The brown-haired boy brushed his hair back, imitating the heroes in Hong Kong and Taiwan martial arts movies, posing in a pose he thought was handsome, and declared.

You also know that it's the expression, and complaining in my heart, Feng Ling feels that his emotions have indeed fluctuated a lot now, at least he has no sense of disobedience when supporting the high-cold personality.

"Me too, I am willing to go through fire and water for a great opportunity," Shen Quan, who hadn't spoken for a long time, followed suit, and then looked at his empty hand that could only clenched a fist, and suddenly felt that he should carry an Italian cannon to meet the occasion.

Damn it, Sanhua is poisonous.

"Calm down, it's fine as usual," Feng Ling poured a bucket of ice water in time as he watched the two people's blood boil with enthusiasm, wanting to kill 300 million enemies on the battlefield. Well, it’s not a problem to live a few more kalpas, so even if it’s written in the book that I knelt, don’t take it seriously, be good.”

It was the first time I read fanrenwen and didn't understand the market, Liuhua still had a grudge about the paper full of glass shards, "Then Da Da and Li Mufeng are like in the book in real life?"

"No." Even if the names are the same, Feng Ling still can't connect the two people in the article with reality, "If Mu Feng becomes a demon, there is a [-]% chance that he will directly pull me together. There is no result, and I don't want the blood sacrifice to toss about reincarnation, this girl may have read too many stories about Sapoda cutting flesh to feed eagles, and feels that everyone should sacrifice themselves for others."

"Mu Feng?" Shen Quan grasped the key point keenly, that Feng's prototype seemed to be Li Mufeng, judging by the title, he seemed to be very familiar with this person.

"Well, my assistant." Mentioning Li Mufeng, Feng Ling's expression was tender for a moment.

Shen Quan's eyesight is excellent, and he can capture the fleeting softness. He has a great brain, and when he hears "my assistant", he automatically replaces the silence with "my person".

Is this the rhythm of the mistress?

Liuhua flashed a pair of cat's eyes, and each of the little stars in bulingbuling was filled with gossip, "Then what kind of person is he? Do you need to snatch him back and put him at home?"

"Good guy," Feng Ling replied concisely, "No need."

nice guy?The kind of good guy card?Are you a compliment?

Also, did you make a mistake somewhere?Or do you not understand the definition of a good person?

I have to pull people together when I am possessed by a demon. Is this person's three views on character really all right?How do you know he's a good guy?

The complaints in the hearts of the two were one after another. Fortunately, they were not in a very cold world, otherwise this irresistible force of complaints would definitely explode the earth, which is lying on the ground every day.

In order to divert attention, Shen Quan opened the bracelet and began to search for Li Mufeng's photos, wanting to see what this "good guy" looks like.

"It's so pretty." Seeing the pictures in Shen Quan's bracelet, Yan Kongmao let out a small exclamation, "Don't you really think about knocking people out and bringing them back?"

Different from Feng Ling's aloofness and elegance, Li Huhu is more like a good son in a troubled world, with a warm and gentle demeanor, always with a little smile on his brows and eyes, romantic and romantic.

Standing together, although the styles are very different, there is a kind of harmony that leads to the same goal in some inner things.

"Why did you bring him back? His efforts to build a harmonious socialist society attracted my attention?" Feng Ling complained.

"It's impossible for you to be a couple?" Liu Hua asked regretfully, he was such a cute couple.

Not knowing what the pity is, Feng Ling just discusses the matter, "No, Mu Feng is a human being, and they only talk about their acceptance of masculinity, and they still have to consider race reproduction."

Thinking of the emotion read from that person's eyes, out of his love for beautiful things, Liuhua felt that he should send some assists or something, "What if that person wants to be with you no matter what?"

"Protect him. If this is the case, I will definitely take care of his well-being. I still have this ability."

Feng Ling was originally extremely beautiful, but now she smiled lightly, her eyes were filled with autumn waves of the Xiangshui River, her lips were full of spring flowers, and her lips were full of warmth, just one glance could seduce people's minds.

Liuhua suddenly felt that his species might have been mistaken, he was not a cat, but a dog, or the kind that exudes fragrance all over his body.

After casually gossiping about a few more questions, the three of them went back to their rooms.

After closing the door, Liu Hua sat cross-legged on the bay window, basking in the moonlight, and said to Shen Quan, "Second Battalion Commander, I want to write."

"what?"

"Today's article makes me uncomfortable. How can such a good man, the god father, be so miserable? Are you willing to let the god father be abused?" Mu Yuehua, the firmness in Liuhua's eyes is very clear, "Li Mufeng also likes men Father God, can't the two of them be together well? Since others don't write, I write, and I don't beep, I just go straight to it."

"Wait," Shen Quan felt that he had to slow down, he could only see that Li Mufeng's gentleness was a deliberate illusion, and that he harbored ill intentions towards Da Da, "How did you see that?"

Opening his picture favorites, Liu Hua zoomed in on the photos he had just saved from the Internet and showed them to Shen Quan, "Although Li Hu likes to laugh, it's all on the surface. If the father of the god is iceberg-faced, then Li Hu just laughs." Facial paralysis, hiding all emotions under a smile."

"However, the way he looks at the male god's father is different, especially in the picture that was updated just now. It's very obvious. Look, those eyes can't be hidden even if you like to hide them."

In the last enlarged photo of Liu Hua, Feng Ling stood in the light curtain of the sacred tree in white clothes with a sword in hand, with a slight smile on his lips, he looked back at the man in black not far away, and the man in black smiled. He was a little dazed, as if his entire soul had been snatched away, and nothing in the world could be contained in his eyes except the figure of the young man.

In the picture, the two people stand opposite each other, looking at each other from the air, so harmonious and beautiful that they seem to be unable to bear the time, they just want to stop in front of the two people, and freeze the beauty at this time into an ink painting carefully drawn by the craftsman.

I have to admit that perhaps God gave Sanhua a pair of eyes to discover the truth in order to make up for Sanhua's severe lack of IQ. Although this silly cat is shy, his intuition has always been quite accurate.

Asking Liuhua to ask for the high-definition original picture, Shen Quan sighed, "It's really true when you say it, I feel that he is a nice person all of a sudden."

Since it is a friendly army, his Italian guns can be put away.

Ah bah, it can be put away if it is hostility.

The author has something to say:

Ah, I finally couldn't hold it back, I still abused a few words, I feel that the beep is much better, the brain is no longer convulsed, and the legs are also sharp. It is not a problem to eat the whole family bucket in one go

Little fairy who read the text, happy Mid-Autumn Festival~

By the way, yesterday's law test questions made me laugh, the teacher who produced the test paper doesn't write novels, and I'm not good enough to be a screenwriter