Merry little roll

"Xianjun, although the demon realm and the fairyland have been repaired well, it is still not integrated into the three realms thousands of years ago, so think twice about everything."

Si Ming's second son stroked his beard, stared at his eyes, his white hair was gray, and although he had white hair and a childlike face, he had a serious face. He shook the Siming bronze mirror in his hand, wishing to hum from his chest the aura of hatred for iron and steel.

"Think twice about everything!"

Yuan Yang covered his eyes, the light in the bronze mirror made his eyes hurt.

Ah Huang joined in the fun on the soles of his feet, pawed at his trouser legs, and hurriedly climbed onto his body. Seeing that Yuan Yang didn't respond, he swung his tail and continued to circle around him.

"Think twice, think twice, don't dangle that bronze mirror in front of my eyes, it makes me dizzy."

The old man Si Ming put the bronze mirror back in his hand, turned around the mirror, and there was a friendly scene reflected in it—bamboo house, stream, perch, red clothes, ochre, and white robes. The two figures in the mirror intersected, and the wind Blowing up thousands of soups...

Old man Si Ming's eyes hurt, his palms were hot, and he felt that something was wrong, so he immediately put the small bronze mirror in his hand, and the cold bronze mirror immediately turned into a phantom, flowing into his sleeve like flowing water.

The world is not right, the world is not right!

Ah Huang only felt the novelty, and shook his tail, "Wow!"

"Fortunately, I blocked you when Si Wenxian saw this scene, otherwise, I don't know what to say in "A Tale of Wonderland"!"

Hearing this, the man in red raised his brows, "It's not that Si Wen has never suffered, how dare he?"

"Why doesn't he dare, the sky is high and the emperor is so far away, who can kill who is not?" Old man Si Ming raised his eyebrows.

Ah Huang saw that no one was paying attention to him, so he leaned on the brocade robe of old man Siming, and pushed his bulging head against his boots, while the fat bird outside the door stood on the top of the tree to watch the fun.

"It's a long story, and there are probably reasons for it, and I can't figure it out myself."

The old man Si Ming raised his leg and narrowly missed Ah Huang's tongue. "Could it be that you want to tell me that you want to break the engulfment of the water of reincarnation, and don't fool me!" He raised his foot, and shook off Ah Huang who was sticking out his tongue and was about to climb up his trouser leg, "The water of reincarnation prevents you Touching 'color', not touching a girl from a good family, I can still understand that time in the fairyland-maybe there is some kind of magic weapon in this monster that can relieve your pain of reincarnation, but now... How can there be such... such a reason!"

"It's really a bit of a bad relationship." Yuan Yang was powerless to refute, and he couldn't tell what it was like in his heart. The paper that had finally bulged was pulled off by Si Ming, without giving him any buffer. "But I don't know how to untie it."

"There is also the matter of the God of War, I saw it in the fairyland..." Old man Si Ming no longer smiled, he turned his eyes to the wooden door that was constantly closing and closing in the wind, and lowered his eyes.

The atmosphere gradually became tense and tense, and the light and shadow twisted in the dark.

"Not the first reincarnated soul, not the second reincarnated soul, then...there is only you left..." He raised his head and looked straight into Yuan Yang's eyes.

"I?"

Yuan Yang couldn't help laughing, his brows and eyes were extremely lazy, he raised his hand.

"Look at me, a ruined fairy, who only carves wood and teases dogs on weekdays. Where is the god of war? Where is the appearance of carelessness?"

"The astrolabe path is you. I never thought it would be you."

Old man Si Ming's figure changed, changing into a young man with a jade face for a while, and a boy with white hair for a while. It was illusory. He stretched out his hand and held Yuanyang firmly.

"Yuanyang, you can't be afraid. If the astrolabe says it's you, it's you. If you're scared, what shall we do?"

——You are gone, so what shall we do?

——If it wasn't you, what would we do?

The distorted light and shadow gradually creep into people's hearts.

A stream of air surged around Yuanyang, gurgling up the hem of the Zhu robe, he covered his head, the pain gradually swept through the chaos, and there were whispers like a group of people in his ears.

Bigger and bigger, bigger and bigger.

Si Ming didn't let go of his hand, the wrinkled skin gradually became smoother, the white hair turned into black hair like a waterfall, and the jade color rose from his face, he firmly grasped Yuan Yang's arm, with torches in his eyes.

"Yuanyang, we will help you find your body, your soul, we will help you find it, and your memory, we can also salvage it for you, just please don't give up. If you give up, what will we do?" manage?"

Si Ming gradually pulled out a flute from his hand, the end of the flute flashed the word "Samsara", he put the flute gently on his mouth, and the silk and bamboo flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

Huang Quanming, the wheel turns.

The order is chaotic, and there are thousands of red catkins.

Ah Huang whimpered amidst the sound of the flute, lowered his head and crawled towards the door, his eyes dimmed.The sparrows on the top of the tree were startled, and a few leaves fell.

Si Ming's waterfall-like black hair fluttered in the airflow, Ruyu's face became expressionless, and the sound of the flute gradually turned sharper, changing the tone in the air with a piercing momentum.

The accident came unexpectedly, Yuan Yang's eyes became darker and darker, Si Ming walked forward, the sound of the flute moved forward, and he followed, as if his feet were no longer his own.

No, he couldn't just follow him.

The sound of the flute was melodious, like a seductive conjuring song, eroding his heart bit by bit, Yuan Yang bit his lips tightly, and he turned the wooden bead in his hand, but his body still walked towards the direction of old man Si Ming automatically.

With a "bang", the ground loosened for a while, and a huge vine man broke through the ground, wrapping tightly around Yuan Yang's body, resisting the call of the flute.The broken stones splashed out in the swaying of Tenman, and the broken stones fell outward one by one, raising wind and sand in mid-air.

The wind whizzed up, and clouds of smoke rose from the ground. Not far away, thousands of leaves in Tangyin Forest fluttered upwards, blowing away the silk flocks that merged into golden clouds in the air.

Yuanyang's eyes were already dull, but the last bit of rationality in his consciousness told him that he couldn't let go.

— can't let go.

——Can't give up on this.

The vines were towering, forming a net-like protective cover on Yuanyang's body, and the vines continued to drill out of the ground, whizzing and flinging towards Si Ming's direction, ruthlessly but not muddled.There was a rustling sound of wind in the air, and it slammed the ground hard, turning the ground into broken sand and stones.

Si Ming flew left and right, dodging those vines in a calm manner, the brocade robe swelled and fluttered in the wind, but the black silk was scattered in front of his forehead, covering his shining eyes, he did not let go of his mouth The flute, but continued to play, and the sound of the underworld came faintly from the flute.

Yuan Yang's body was pulled forward by a huge invisible traction, and Teng Man was involved behind him, and his whole body fell into endless chaos.

Half hot, half cold.

Half hot, half barren.

The inside of the body seemed to be poured with a prairie fire, his hands and feet were as cold as a thousand feet of ice, his face was scorching hot, but there was only the sound of desolation in his chest.

One step, into the soul.

Tengman shattered behind him, turned into broken branches, fell from the midair overwhelmingly to the ground, fell into the endless abyss, and fell into the bottomless confusion.

Two steps, pick the centrifuge.

Blood dripped continuously from the fingertips, shoulder-length black hair floated in the air without any sustenance, and his eyes were like dry wells that had ceased to flourish.

Three steps away from Thousand Souls.

The sound of the flute rose, and the corners of Si Ming's mouth began to ooze blood, which was slowly flowing down, dripping into the depths of his neck.

Yuan Yang stepped into the path of Wanqian Tangyin, and finally lost his way among the thousands of floating red catkins.

The sound of the wind whistling, seemed to be confiding something, but also seemed to be sighing.

Behind him, it seemed that someone was calling him.

At the head of the Tangyin tree not far away, the Yaojun's eyes drooped. He listened to the sound of the flute, and the corner of his mouth slowly climbed into a wry smile. The Tangyin fruit in his hand fell to the ground, turning into a deep purple.

He stretched out his hand to cover his painful eyes, spread his palm, and again bleed blood and tears.

The wind blows, and there is another cloudy soup.