Merry little roll

When everything returned to silence, only the sound of melting ice and snow remained in the world.

The loneliness in the world turned into a leisurely sigh.

The black air gradually dimmed, followed by the vibration of the cat corpse. Its body was like the belly of a fish, trembling and splashing out thick and sluggish blood.

The Demon Slayer Sword was pulled away from the wriggling fur inch by inch, the black and low-pitched sword trembled slightly, emitting a dark red light.

Mo Yin stood in the center of the arena, his white brocade robe swelled and fluttered in the wind, the patterns on his face were pulled back from the surface of his skin, and the clear light in his eyes embraced the vastness of the world.

As if there could be eternity.

"What kind of person is that? How could he have such power... I have lived for thousands of years, and I have never seen such a trick!" The sword in your hand can really slay demons?"

The man in Tsing Yi didn't respond, and looked at the vermilion that broke the silence in the whiteness of the sky and the earth through the flying snow and rolling red flags.

Yuan Yang's vermilion brocade robe bloomed a scorching cinnabar red flower in the grand melt of ice and snow, but in his jumping sight, there was only Yaojun Di Ran standing in the distance with his black sword in his hand.

In Mo Yin's eyes, there are ups and downs in black and white, black evil, white goodness, betrayal in the night, condemnation in the day...continuously rotating, and then returning to a blurred picture of a boy, but the boy's eyes are also blending and rotating black and white .

He covered his eyes, still bleeding for some reason, the beating heart in his chest warmed his chaotic perception, and made the pain all over his body clearer.

The Demon Slaying Sword made a clear sound...

In mid-air, a floating red thread connects two hot palms, emitting golden light, constantly swaying and swaying... Two souls search for the past forgotten in the chaos in silence.

Yuan Yang walked towards Mo Yin step by step, with a silent gloomy look in his eyes...

"Yaojun..." This sentence was ethereal in the air, and was instantly swallowed by the wind, turning into intermittent whistling.

The continuous ice sculptures slowly flowed melted snowdrops, the thin ice on the ground gradually turned into cold water on the soles of the shoes, and the cat corpse kept dropping ice cubes.

"Demon Monarch..."

One step, two steps, three steps...

Yuan Yang watched the blood in Mo Yin's eyes in front of him, watched his swaying figure gradually transform into the original demon king's appearance, watched the demon-slaying sword in his hand gradually turn into nothingness...seeing his heart Jumping in the ice and snow...

"Yaojun..." Yuan Yang supported Mo Yin, whose body kept falling, his eyes were calm, but he clenched his palm tightly, "Why is my heart... beating in your body?"

The heart is absent, the soul is incomplete... What exactly is Yuanyang, and who is Moyin?

The severe pain sliced ​​through Yuan Yang's head, stirring up the shattered memories, he grabbed his head.

Mo Yin's eyes were as cold as heaven, and the blood stained his pale face with a touch of coquettishness.

"it's not finished yet..."

Just as the sound fell, there was a sudden noisy panic outside the riding hunting ground. The panic was getting closer and louder...

The mountain people on the field had just recovered from the freezing, and were frightened by the panic and froze in place, holding their breath nervously...

The copper bell on the top of the wall shook violently!

"It's on fire, it's on fire! Biluo Villa is on fire!"

"What!" The mountain people stood up in fright after hearing this...they are covered with trees all over the mountains and plains, and their whole body is affected by a single hair!

Anxiety spread silently, and the crowd began to run out from the hunting ground—their huts, their harvests, their chaotic faith in which their souls were placed in numbness, their Biluo Mountain Villa!

The cat's corpse began to shake non-stop, and its flesh gradually turned into wisps of black fluff, and the black fluff just touched the mid-air and stopped the erratic wind, and suddenly turned into nothingness.

But despite this, its body was still trembling, constantly resisting the fear that came from the depths of the black dead soul.

It dragged its crumbling body and walked forward step by step...

Thick smoke roars from the top of the mountain, and under the sound of the wind, there is an endless sea of ​​fire. The clamoring tongue of fire walks among the mountains, passing over the hard field ridges, passing over the green fallen trees full of flower buds, passing over the brass-colored walls, and passing over the corners. The wild cats, passing by... the solemn and solemn mountain god tower on the top of the mountain...

The sky and the earth shook, everything with emotion and without emotion began to collapse, everything tilted, mountains and rocks rolled, billowing thick smoke twisted the dark sky.

Yuan Yang's hands were trembling, and he carefully hung the veil on Yaojun's face, smoothing the folds around his ears... He knew that the eyes behind the veil were staring at him motionlessly.

But not yet.

"We can't intervene in this fire..." Mo Yin hooked Yuan Yang's shoulder, and the cat corpse behind him was still struggling to move forward.

Even if the villa is completely devoured by the fire and turned into dry ashes, it is his own destiny - but it is said that the world is completely destroyed by fire, with dead cat corpses and bones all over the ground, and the demons are not allowed to move a single step.

"That's fine..." Yuan Yang whispered, and the pleading face of the black pancake boy suddenly appeared in his mind, "That's fine..."

This villa cannot stay any longer.

If Biluo continues to grow, it is only possible to reproduce deformed cats one by one, reincarnated into numb puppets in the framed field ridge, and strangled in the emptiness by unknown fear.

The head of the cat corpse was facing the burning Biluo Mountain Villa, and it still dragged its broken intestines across the rocky muddy ground...Drag, drag...

Shancheng followed the cat corpse turned into by Master Shan and swayed forward aimlessly. Hei Panzi followed behind and spun around, but there was no way to stop Shancheng's footsteps.

The child back then has grown up, he clenched the scimitar tightly in his hand, the dark light of the black iron has not changed, but he doesn't know if the man who laughed and teased him back then is still completely different.

Yuan Yang wanted to stop Shancheng, but he finally withdrew his outstretched hand. He let out a sigh, and resignedly followed them out of the hunting ground.

Why do people have attachments, why should they have attachments, and why bother with each other!Obsession breeds resentment, resentment breeds hatred, hatred becomes obsession, and obsession becomes a demon without enlightenment.

The black pancake boy clenched the scimitar in his hand, raised his head and stared at the pale man in front of him, "Did you follow this cat corpse? Didn't you say you would take me out of the mountain?"

"It doesn't make sense anymore..."

"You can't die, how can you die!" Hei Panzi's eyes widened, with blood oozing from them, "You haven't taken back the scimitar, and... haven't told me why you didn't die, then...then Who was that corpse back then, and you haven't told me what the purpose of riding the hunting ground is!" The boy was choked up incoherently by the anxiety in his heart, "Don't go!"

Shancheng was stopped by this shout, turned around, his empty eyes fell on the young man, and he gradually gained some consciousness, "Riding the hunting ground...The harvest in the mountain village is good, and there are rare disasters, the population can only continue to increase, But the mountain is just that big... The Mountain God’s Land Riding Hunting Ground is just a cover to control the population.”

"Then...then didn't you commit suicide..." The young man grabbed the man who wanted to continue walking with amazing strength, "The same is true for the round-faced servant a few days ago..." He articulated Qing, I just want to delay some more time.

The man's eyes made him feel scared, there was no spark burning in it... as if... as if this fate had been planned long ago.

"You said little round face..." The man's face finally turned a little bloody, "He is a good boy, but unfortunately he believes too much in the mountain god... too much in his father... that day, my father let him see me, that poor boy The child's face was already pale from the blow, and then the father took advantage of the fire and told him—"

"Tell him what?" Hei Panzi held his breath.

"He's not a cat. He should take over as the next mountain god after I die... It's a pity... no, it's still luck." Emotions similar to joy, "Sometimes I really don't know whether the fake mountain god sitting behind the curtain is more pathetic, or the father who believes in this false belief as a lifelong pursuit is more pathetic."

The man's sigh disappeared in the howling wind.

The black pancake boy didn't dare to let go, he was afraid that if he let go, this man would fall in front of him like three years ago.

three years ago...

"Who the hell died three years ago!" A hoarse cry suddenly broke through the boy's throat.

The man didn't respond, because a messy man walked slowly across from him, staggering.

The man held a can of oil in his hand, and he sprinkled the oil in his hand on the ground as he walked, and the winding stream along the way shone brightly among the leaves of the haystack.He staggered to the front of the crowd, stopped and threw the empty oil tank behind him.

"Pattapata" The oil tank rolled on the ground, bumped up and down, and didn't stop until it hit a rock.

"The one who died back then was my younger brother." The pale man let out a sharp laugh deep in his throat. "My mother and I waited for him for three years. He didn't come back, and my mother died...I only had him left, so I came here. You killed him...you killed him...you Damn it!" As if he was drunk, he shook his hand and pointed at himself, "He should have died in the endless river and sea, but now his bones have been turned into powder, all I can do is to make it for him It's just a sea of ​​fire..."

The cat corpse rolled down the hillside, suddenly went berserk, and rushed into the flames with all its strength.

Shancheng saw it in his eyes, and couldn't help showing a satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth. He turned around and pulled the corner of his robe out of the boy's hand bit by bit.

"Black Pancake...I'm sorry."

He turned his head slowly, and stared deeply at the pale man.The two did not speak, but there seemed to be a silent understanding.

The two began to stagger, moving their tired bodies, and walked down the hillside bit by bit.

One step, two steps, three steps...

"I'm left with him."

"Is it me, or my father, who is more pathetic?"

The rocks rolled, and the copper bells rang softly.

With all his strength the lynx let out one last growl.

Yuan Yang covered the boy's eyes, and his palms were gradually soaked with wet tears.

The wind is still whistling, the black smoke in the sky rolls over the clouds, the falcon steps through the clouds and screams in despair, the fluttering red flags, the hoarse copper bells...

The two cats gradually became three thin black shadows, swallowed by the endless sea of ​​hot flames.

The wind whimpered in the distance—it seemed to be a cat crying.

From then on, there will be no more Biluo Villa in the world.

Volume [-] Iron Swing