long night walk

Chapter 269
Before her death, she experienced hardships, tasted the coldness of people's hearts, and had no love in her life. Even the short-term warmth was nothing but a fake and beautiful moon in the water.

But it is precisely because of this that the female corpse is particularly sensitive to gentle kindness.

It's like a little beast that has been frozen for a long time. It is numb to the cold temperature. If she can touch something with temperature, she can clearly distinguish whether the temperature is true or false.

"Well……"

At this moment, Fang Geyu, who was in a coma by Bailian's side, suddenly let out a groaning, and instantly pulled the female corpse from the trance to the cold reality.

The confusion in the female corpse's eyes disappeared little by little.

She seemed to realize who was lying beside Bailian at the moment, and she couldn't help pulling the corners of her lips, revealing a mocking smile.

It's very strange, when facing 'Yun Shulang', the emotion shown by the female corpse Hesha is indifferent and ridiculing.

But when she realized that 'Tao Ziyan' was also in this room, her eyes were full of mad resentment and hatred that she couldn't hide.

Bailian sensed the change in her mood, and even the human skin drum around her waist began to wreak havoc with visible evil intentions.

He straightened his body, his calm eyes became vigilant, and he blocked Fang Geyu in front of Fang Geyu with a guarding attitude.

Unexpectedly, the female corpse with deep resentment in her eyes did not attack the next step. She floated back two meters away as if she had no legs, like a resentful ghost floating in the air under the night. Only the palm of the hand supports the snare drum at the waist.

She grinned and said, "I'll make her be like me."

Bailian pursed her lips and said, "I won't let her become like you."

The female corpse Hesha sneered, but she stopped answering. She raised her long black nails and scratched hard on the thin drum skin!
Here--

The shrill sound startled the jackdaws in all directions of the deserted house, and red blood poked out from the scratches on the drum surface.

Bailian's complexion instantly turned pale, his head boiled like a river and a sea, and the soul under his body was chaotic. It didn't feel very painful, but it was very uncomfortable.

It was as if the seven souls and six souls were all chaotic in this sharp and evil voice, and the souls wandered in chaos in the body and could not be controlled.

The arms he held up softened, and he fell heavily on the head of the bed, his breath was all disordered, his face was pale, but his pupils were dark and dark looking at the female corpse.

The female corpse couldn't see anything, so naturally she couldn't notice Bailian's eyes.

The scratches on the drum surface of the human skin disappeared quickly and miraculously, and only a trace of blood remained.

The sharp black nails were stained with a little red, and they tapped lightly on the drum surface.

It didn't make any sound, but every tap under the fingernail was able to shake out circles of sound waves visible to the naked eye, causing distorted ripples in the space.

There was no sound all around, but there seemed to be a giant drum deep in the ear, rumbling like a thunderous thunder.

Bailian only heard a small 'click' sound like an illusion.

Memories that have been covered in dust for a long time are like being held down by a huge and hard rock for a hundred years.

Suddenly, there was such a pair of hands supporting the rock, pushing hard, and actually prying up a corner of the hard rock.

Scattered memories from a long time ago are like dust fragments. At the moment when the rock was pried up, it splashed out like a mess of dust.

Bai Li'an, who was gradually becoming colder to human emotions, now felt an unprecedented fear and fear in his heart. He was like a person who was suddenly thrown into the boundless sea and drowned, his palm unconsciously trying to grab something for help. .

At the same time, Fang Geyu also made a sobbing and uneasy voice, and a cold little hand grabbed it randomly.

The two drowning people grabbed each other's palms when they sank into the bottomless abyss.

Although he knew that even if he firmly grasped this palm, he would not be able to change the despair of sinking into the icy abyss.

However, this is their last support and recourse.

In the abyss of despair, no one wants to be alone.

Mottled and fragmented memories dance like dust.

In the chaos, he seemed to see himself in front of him in the past.

The young man in green clothes and white horse, carrying a sword down the mountain, the sky is wide and the earth is wide, the horse is light hoofed, and seems to want to cross the rolling mountains.

It's just that he couldn't see what he looked like in the past, and the blue shirt was also the most common style in the world.

Going down the mountain with the sword in hand, I don't know where the mountain is, but the outline of the ancient mountains and rivers is like ink-colored brew. The only clear color is the sword behind him.

Memories are fragmented and colorful.

The picture is blurry and numerous, and it can be seen that under the ancient sword pool, the snake demon neighs and stains blood with frost.

I saw a child following a person, walking in step, not far or near, between that person's fingers, silver snakes with rings and fangs gleaming, a red-clothed girl throwing soup dumplings, and a black-skinned boy hoeing the fields to grow vegetables.

Thunder broke the bone, and the cold front cut the muscle.

Old dreams floated up, and all the unseen memories floating in front of the eyes were roaring like a rushing waterfall.

At the end of those noisy pictures, he saw himself with a blurred figure, bowing humbly, kneeling in the backlight.

It was as if someone had stepped into the dust, and said to the tall and majestic figure: "Father, it hurts, it hurts... If I can, in the next life... Can I stop being your son... …”

The tall man who was shadowed in front of him raised his arm, and in his palm held a Leng Leng soldier with thunder and lightning.

In the alternation of black and shadow, he couldn't see the man's face clearly, but he could see the red eyes in the shadow, faintly revealing the blood of anger.

He couldn't even see his own face.

Because the young man kneeling in the dust and mud could not afford to kowtow, and after kneeling down, he never raised his head.

He also turned a blind eye to the sharp blade hanging above his head.

"don't want……"

Who, from a big dream in deep sleep, shouted in panic, his voice was faint, but his heart was piercing!
The sharp edge of the cold soldiers lingering in the thunder, penetrated through the body, pierced through the body and split the heart, and the flesh was separated!

In the scorching hot pain, Bailian's body was covered in blood, and he fell into the deeper darkness as if he stepped on the air.

The wind blew his ears, as if falling endlessly.

In the darkness, he suddenly saw a green shadow on the edge of a lake.

Bailian was overjoyed, and gratefully regarded the square-inch scene in the darkness as the last light in his life. He stretched out his palm towards the light, trying to hold it.

The erratic and distant voice seemed to be blurred by the strong wind, and she said, "This time, don't go down the mountain to find me again, I'm getting married."

The light reflected from the lakeside became more and more intense, so intense that it seemed to swallow the cyan figure.

It turned out that he mistakenly took the hand outside the cocoon that raised the blade and slaughtered at him... as the light that could redeem him.

The palm that I lifted up to hold it fell down again...

That's it, he was too tired, in the endless memories, he couldn't find a way out, and he couldn't even lift his fingertips.

Just want to, just keep immersed in it.

(End of this chapter)