Snower

The foggy year had a long dream.

At the beginning of the dream, he went back to more than seven hundred years ago to listen to the last teachings of the dragon gods of the ancestors.

"Year of the Fog, I will return to the ruins soon, and the burden of this world will fall on your shoulders from now on." The old dragon god looked tired, but his voice was still clear and steady. "I hope you know what the Flood Soul Orb is."

The answer is known to everyone in the world. The young Wu Nian said neither humble nor overbearing: "The Jiaohun Orb is Zhenhai's artifact."

The old dragon god shook his head, and the hand that fell on his shoulder slid gently to Wu Nian's chest: "The Jiaohun Orb is a treasure made of the souls of dragon gods in the past, but what it controls is not the sea, but the soul of the dragon god." Heart."

Hearing a different explanation for the first time, the boy was slightly startled.

"Haven't you ever wondered why the dragons were born as true gods, but they couldn't live the same life as the heavens and the earth?"

Compared with other ancient true gods whose lifespan is as long as the sky, the dragon god who will return to the ruins after ten thousand years really does not look like a holiday.But for the foggy year, this is just a natural law. He was never confused by this, and naturally he didn't know how to answer it.

"It's loneliness." Seeing that he couldn't give an answer for a long time, the old dragon god softly explained.

"The most powerful knife in this world is not time, but loneliness. The passing time can only rot your skin, but the boundless loneliness will devour your heart and soul bit by bit. The dragon clan has the hardest armor in the world, and also has The most fragile heart in the world."

"And the only antidote is what the world calls love."

The young man's face was blank, obviously, this word was too strange for the foggy year.

The old dragon god sighed and said: "Dragon people are born with supreme aloofness. This is our glory and our shackles. Destiny can be met but never expected. There is no ancestor of the dragon family who can break through this fate. I have no destiny either. I only hope that in the future You can find the key, the one who can teach you all this."

"When you find the person with whom you are willing to share everything, even your life, you will give the Flood Soul Orb to the other person. If that person is also willing to give everything for you, you can share your godhead and get rid of your boundless shackles , to be with you for the rest of your life, to live the same life as the heavens, earth, mountains and rivers, and to shine with the sun, moon and stars."

At that time, Nian Wu was still a young boy with a heart higher than the sky, and the secret of Jiaohunzhu was irrelevant to him.

He has nothing to ask for, and he has nothing to fear. Life is life, and death is also life.Since he was born to be an ancient well without waves, why bother to make waves?

He thought that he, like the old dragon god, would return to the ruins without any restraint after ten thousand years.

Until the cut silver appeared.

Like a ray of soft moonlight, it shines into the cold pool that has not seen the sun for thousands of years.

In the foggy year, he never thought that one day in the future, he would really thank this destiny with joy.He is in love for the first time, like hanging on a thread, fearing that he will make a mistake, he holds a fragile heart carefully.

It's a pity that the old dragon god was only half right.

Jianyin taught him what love is, and took him to taste all the sweet and sour tastes in this world.

Similarly, after leaving, he was taught what it means to be heartbroken.

In Tiangong in the past, the foggy year had imagined the appearance of Silver Cutting countless times.He waited patiently, waiting for his lover to slowly open up and grow up, to testify to the destiny that can remove the shackles for him.

But the first time he saw his true face was when Jian Yin pierced his fangs into his heart.

His heart was in severe pain, the blood flowed continuously, and his consciousness was wandering on the edge of darkness, but he was reluctant to close his eyes.The boy in front of him was as beautiful as he imagined, it would be even better if his blood wasn't on his hands.

The loneliest person is the most vulnerable, and the deeper the weakness, the more deadly it is.

When the moonlight of charity was withdrawn, the year of the fog fell into a colder and darker abyss than before.

Thousands of years of the past passed by before the eyes of the foggy year like a fleeting shadow, leaving no trace.However, it only took two years to cut silver, and it carved an indelible mark on his heart.

If he could go back to the past, he would definitely tell the old Dragon God that he was wrong.Compared with loneliness, love is the knife that really kills.

At the end of the dream, Wu Nian really met the old dragon god who had already returned to the ruins in the darkness.He has never been a good student, he has sharp ears, eyes and eyes, but he has no thirst for knowledge. This is the first time he asked his own question eagerly.

What if the person he finds is not the key that can unlock the shackles?

Or is that person the real boundless shackle that will imprison him forever and ever?

But the old dragon god just looked at him, his eyes were as loving as ever, and his gentle voice explained to him: "Mist year, you know the answer."

Does he... know?

In the next second, the boundless darkness turned into a dazzling white light, pushing the foggy year out of the dreamland.

The excited "Master Dragon God has woken up" from the boy beside the tent completely awakened the mind of the foggy year.

He sat up slowly, and suddenly looked around at the unfamiliar but familiar furnishings.

He was robbed.

Wu Nian rubbed the center of his brows, and when he opened his eyes again, there was already a figure beside the couch.

"Why are you here?" He said coldly.

Yixing lowered her eyes and said nothing, her expression seemed a little hurt.

The little fairy boy who was waiting on the side couldn't help but speak for him: "Master Wu Nian, you were injured by that snake demon during the calamity and almost lost your life! Thanks to brother Yixing who found out in time and rescued you back. "

Before the words fell, eyes like the cold front of the foggy year swept over: "Who told you these things?"

The little fairy boy flinched, and whispered: "The whole Tiangong knows it... When you came back, there was so much blood on your body and a big wound on your heart, it was that snake demon..."

Yi Xing, who had been silent for a long time, raised his head, and said in a worried tone: "You must not commit crimes and cut silver. When I was in the mortal world, I already asked why. Back then, he couldn't refine the Jiaohun Orb, and he was subjected to that punishment every day. The heart-burning pain of the Danyuan collision hurt you in order to save your life. Later, when I heard that you went down to earth to experience calamities, I wanted to find a way to break it, but I didn't want to be tortured by the pain and lose my mind, so..."

"Enough!" Wu Nian suddenly shouted.

The hall was silent for a moment, except for the sound of bead curtains swaying slightly, and the dim and trembling light and shadows on the painting screen by the candlelight, like hearts colliding and trembling.

Nian Wu's heart was full of numb pain, he restrained his panting, and whispered after a while: "I don't want to hear these things again, and I don't want to hear that name again." He waved his hand before the servant boy spoke, "I If you are tired, go out."

"Yes." Yixing nodded worriedly, and exited the bedroom with the servant boy, until he closed the door, and then showed a faint smile.

In the next few days, the always cold Star Palace was crowded with people, and there was an endless stream of gods and officials who came to greet them.Everyone knows that this noble dragon god is cold and difficult to get in touch with, and they are rushing to try their luck at this time of triumph.

The Nian of the Fog didn't want to pay attention to these occasional dramas, so he said he was ill and sent the servants below to deal with it.

Sitting in front of the painting table, he just thought it was ridiculous.

Everyone is congratulating the dragon god on his success in crossing the catastrophe, but in the foggy year he knew that he would never be able to get out of this catastrophe called "silver cutting".

Immortals shouldn't be haunted by the memories of the time when they descended to the mortal world, but probably the pain in his heart was too unbearable. In the past few days, when he dreamed back at midnight, he could always think of those things that really existed in the mortal world but were ethereal and helpless. trivia.

On and off, fragmented.

He dreamed that Jianyin lay on his shoulder and called him "A Nian".

I dreamed that Yin Yin tied his hair with the hair band woven by the snake slough.

Dreaming that Jian Yin said that he would not harm him, he smiled back and shook the other's hand and said he believed it.

At the end of the dream, Jianyin used his love as a sharp blade to cut open his fragile chest again.

The little snake at that time was really not good-looking, its fangs stuck in his heart, he lost his mind, and looked like he was insane. Compared with his usual docile and docile appearance, he was almost ugly.

But at that moment, he was thinking, if Jian Yin could survive in this way, then... this life would be given to him.

After recovering, the pen has silently outlined a delicate face, with spring water in the eyes, a sweet smile, and tenderness in every stroke.

Year of the Fog, you know the answer.

He can't lie to himself, he still loves Jianyin, and he will never be moved by others in his life.

He can't let go of his love for Jianyin, but he also can't forget the pain Jianyin brought him.

If the old dragon god had told him earlier that after the fireworks burst into fleeting brilliance, he would have to use the endless darkness of the rest of his life to pay back, then presumably he would not have stubbornly stepped out of that cold pool in the first place.

Falling in love with someone is far easier than he imagined, but his vain attempt to get a heart that is also unreserved has caused him to bruise his head, dripping with blood, and in the end he only got back a pile of residue and an endless nightmare.

Jian Yin may have feelings for him, but he is not the one who is willing to give everything for him and can unravel his fate.The world between the two of them started with him, one wrong step, one wrong step, and everything was in chaos.To this day, they have long been entangled like dodders, unable to sort out love and hate, unable to tell right from wrong.

Since it's hard to get overwhelmed, so be it.Let's wear the shackles that cannot be taken off.

The Fog Year stared at the person in the painting for a long time, and finally burned the drawing paper silently, blowing out the wisp of bitter smoke.

Since that day when the Nian of Fog broke out, no one in the palace dared to mention the matter of cutting silver and calamity, for fear of getting into trouble.

But it couldn't stop enemies from outside the palace looking for her.

For example, at this moment, Mian Zhi, who had just experienced a fierce battle, was slamming on the gate of the Star Palace.

In his arms was Jianyin, whose life and death were uncertain. He was so impatient that he spoke out of control: "Year of the Fog! Get the hell out of here!" This enough to scare away the immortal officials who were waiting to come to congratulate him.

"What's going on outside." Inside the pavilion, Wu Nian faintly heard the noise outside the palace, and frowned.

The servant boys at the side murmured and did not dare to speak, Yixing said in a low voice: "It's... Jianyin, and his friend Mianzhi." The words were ingenious, as if Jianyin was alive and kicking and brought people to make trouble .

The year of the fog paused slightly.

Yixing's heart beat wildly.Just now when he looked out of the door through the restraint, he saw the frail little snake in Mian Zhi's arms, and almost screamed out.

This bastard is still alive!

He must not be allowed to see the Year of the Fog...

Yixing gritted her teeth secretly, and carefully looked at Wu Nian's complexion, but couldn't see any clues, she thought for a moment and said softly: "If you want to invite them in, maybe there is something—"

"Not seen." Wu Nian lowered his eyes and continued to write, his expression indifferent.

Yi Xing was overjoyed, and was about to go out to chase away people, but was stopped by Nian Wu: "Give him this as well."

Before Mianzhi was about to smash the door, the door finally opened, and a person meandered out from inside: "Where are the wild dogs barking here?"

When Mianzhi saw the person coming, his eyes turned red instantly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Yixing! What did you do to Ah Yin?!"

Yi Xing's eyes were dim, and seeing that Jian Yin was extremely weak and still not awake, he calmed down and said: "I didn't do anything, but you, you really should ask your friend what happened to Lord Dragon God."

As expected, Mian Zhi was stunned when he heard the words, Yi Xing snorted again and said: "This evil monster first cheated away the precious artifact, the Flood Soul Orb, but he couldn't refine it but was severely injured, and in order to save his life, he hurt Lord Dragon God. The god is magnanimous Complain with him, but this monster is really abominable, knowing that the god has gone down to earth, he has evil thoughts, and wants to kill Lord Dragon God to avoid the pain of colliding with alchemy!"

"You fart!—" Mian Zhi shouted violently.

Yi Xing said calmly: "When Lord Dragon God returned to his throne, the fatal wound on his heart was not caused by this snake demon?"

Mian Zhi didn't know what happened during the time he was gone, his eyes were red with anger but he couldn't argue, so he could only yell, "Year of the Fog! Come out!" He must find out the matter!

Yixing smiled coldly, waved and threw away the thing Wu Nian gave him just now.

A slender silver-white hair band fell to the ground, and Mianzhi could tell what it was at a glance.Because after Jian Yin delivered the token made of snake slough, Zeng chatted with him all afternoon with crooked eyes.

"What does this mean?" Mian Zhi picked up the hairband and asked gritted his teeth, but missed the eyes of the little snake in his arms who opened a slit in a trance.

Yixing smiled gently: "Master Dragon God said, he doesn't want it anymore."

Mianzhi hummed in his head.

This hairband is a token of silver cut to Nian Wu during the calamity. At this time, Nian Wu remembers this hairband, so naturally he should also remember that relationship.

But he said no.

don't want what?No hair tie?Still don't cut silver?

On the way to Tiangong, Mianzhi always had inexplicable confidence.Because the year of the fog was robbed and Jianyin was still alive, he took it for granted that the year of the fog must still love Jianyin.But now, what went wrong?

Mianzhi had a splitting headache and didn't want to get entangled anymore. The most urgent thing to do was to save Jianyin first, so she raised her voice and shouted: "The Year of Fog!—"

Seeing that he was still unwilling to give up, Yi Xing finally revealed his fierce look, and raised his hand to wave a flash of light, but was hit hard when he made the move, losing seven points of his strength.He turned his head viciously, but met Nian Wu's eyes that were as cold as a pool of cold pools, and there was no reaction for a moment: "Master Nian Wu..."

Mianzhi hadn't slept for a few days, and just now had another fierce battle in the Heavenly Palace. At this time, he was exhausted, dizzy, and couldn't even tell whether the person making the move was Yi Xing or Wu Nian, so he dodged while protecting Jian Yin in his arms It was even more embarrassing.

He managed to stand still, gritted his teeth, looked straight at the calm face of the foggy year, and said word by word: "Fisty year, is this your answer!"

Wu Nian looked at Jian Yin in Mian Zhi's arms with his eyes closed again in silence.

He knows he is awake.

Seeing that Wu Nian was silent, Mian Zhisheng roared angrily: "Do you know how badly that broken bead of yours hurt Ah Yin back then?! Pill Qi collided and burned his heart every day, even so, he would protect you. Is this how you treat him now?"

Wunian gently closed his eyes.

he knows.This disaster was caused by him, so Jianyin bit him in order to protect himself. He had no complaints or hatred, and even thanked that drop of blood for saving Jianyin's life.

But he also knew that he couldn't bear that kind of heartache anymore.

Wu Nian slowly raised his finger to his heart, and said calmly: "Here, it has been torn apart twice."

For the first time, he recklessly gave his sincerity, harming others and himself, and in vain creating a nightmare; so for the second time, he was willing to go through calamities to make up for it, and broke his heart to death.

Then for the last time, I only hope that from now on, each of us will be safe and we will never see each other again.

There was a faint soreness in his chest again, I don't know if it was because of the old wound that hadn't healed, or because of what he was going to say next—

"All the grievances and grievances in the past are wiped out," Wu Nian lowered his eyes, his face was cold, "From now on... you are not allowed to step into the Heavenly Palace."