White Mirror Evening

He is finally here.

A stranger who carried a little love from his previous life.

It is clearly a dusty appearance, the clothes and cheeks are stained by the mud and dust, but the eyes are still clean and innocent, and one can see through his thoughts at a glance.I guess, like those people in the past, he must do everything possible to find the Lord of the Undead City and fulfill his wish.

I stood by the porch, looking at his worry and tiredness with cold eyes. Outside the hall, viburnum flowers fell, and fell into the wine cup, a flower with a delicate fragrance. Above the head was a bright red full moon that looked like blood, so the night seemed less so. silence.

Is the person who has been waiting for thousands of years the beautiful person in memory?

He seemed to be fearless by nature, put down his burden, and looked around the desolate courtyard in which he was located.

Finally he saw me, and belatedly waved at me: "Young master, are you from this city?"

Maybe it's because I haven't spoken to anyone for too long, I paused, and finally just nodded.

He couldn't hide the corners of his lips, grabbed the bundle and walked to me. The face under the dust was clearly familiar to me, and his dark eyes were bent like crescent moons: "My name is Xue Dai, and I came to the Undead City." , I want to find the city lord Bai Jingwan, do you know where he is? Along the way, the city is just empty, full of abandoned palaces, I am worried that the rumors are false, if it is true, I will come here for nothing gone."

"The rumors are true. I am the city owner. If you don't believe me, look at the moon in the sky."

It is rumored that the mysterious ancient city that has survived for thousands of years is always dark and dark, and there is a strange bloody full moon on the night.

I heard my own voice, as usual, the voice of a young man, never hoarse and stagnant because I haven't spoken for a long time.I drank the wine in the cup and asked, "What do you want me to do for you?"

Xue Dai just looked me up and down, and his last eyes stayed on my eyes: "Are you really the city lord?"

It is more troublesome and long-winded than the previous life.

That pair of eyes stared at me with good eyesight, just like the previous appearance and posture, the same surname and first name as before, as if turning around, you can see the thousand-year-old young man who smiled and asked, are you really white? Mirror night?

But looking at him, I couldn't find the real shadow of the former Xue Dai after all.

Only the voice and smile have not changed.

The night wind in the city is gloomy and cold. The reason why this city is called the Immortal City is not because it has survived for thousands of years, but because everything in the city is dead.Palaces, courtyards, plants and flowers, and even statue-like waiters standing in the temple, things that died early are carefully preserved by me, and naturally they are not as fragile as living things.

Vivid human beings like Xue Dai have sorrow, joy, anger, six sense organs and six consciousnesses. Birth, old age, sickness and death cannot be controlled by him, because they cannot control themselves, so they listen to rumors and come to the city to find me. They cannot seek a comfortable state by themselves, so they are fragile.

I poured the rest of the wine in the wine cup into the flowerbed in front of the court, and a little bit of bright red flowers emerged from the overgrown weeds. With the infiltration of fine wine, the strange flowers spread and quickly covered the withered yellow weeds. It's like a scorching fire that burns until it reaches Xue Dai's feet.

"Do you believe it now?"

Xue Dai was speechless for a moment, and finally nodded: "I believe it."

With three parts fear and seven parts curious eyes, when he said this sentence in the past, he didn't look like this.I remember clearly that in the cold palace, he was the only one with me. In the light of the flickering candles, he looked into my eyes and said, I believe you, you are not the evil thing they say, and you will not harm anyone.

It's a pity that he mistrusted me. I am not only an evil thing that everyone talks about, but also a evil thing that does many evils and is ruthless.Demons and monsters are originally cold-blooded existences. I don’t think there are any mistakes or omissions in what they said. However, at that time, I truly believed that I was a kind person. I believed that I could suppress my nature for the important existence in my heart and spend my life with him in peace.

Why is it not as good as imagined afterwards?

I thought all the wrong track was due to that person, my third brother Bai Jingyan, if he hadn't tried every means to obstruct me and Xue Dai, if he hadn't stabbed the tip of the sword into Xue Dai's heart at a critical moment, how could I break through the shackles regardless , Burn the gorgeous palace clean.

So I made a serious crime.

At that time, I really hated him. When I wiped the sword every day, looking at the slightly cold light of the sword tip, I would always think of Bai Jingyan's face, and when I thought of his blood splattering, I felt happy.Five years, ten years, 15 years, I still look like a teenager, but Bai Jingyan is gradually branded with the traces of time, he is riddled with diseases, the burden of the country and society is heavy on his shoulders, and the three thousand women in his harem are useless. He is a womanizer, he will never get someone to love in his life, he is a poor man, a detestable poor man.

My hatred and unwillingness have found a place to vent. As long as I hate him day after day, as long as I end his pitiful and hateful life with the long sword in my hand, then I will avenge Xue Dai. For 15 years, It is not a waste of time.

Why in the end, I felt empty in my heart and the pain was unbearable.

Something must have gone wrong.

Bai Jingyan finally died under my sword, and the former gorgeous palace was ignited with a monstrous fire, and the flames burned down, leaving only ashes.Probably I have never looked at Bai Jingyan's face carefully. At that time, he fell at my feet, and his raised face was handsome and elegant. It turned out that he was not the stern and fierce look in my memory. I hadn't seen him for many years. It turned out that his The eyebrows, eyes, nose and lips are born like this.

As if exhausting his last strength, he opened his mouth, but his voice was hoarse and weak: "Xue Dai is not worth it, you are so smart, why don't you understand?"

"Jingwan, it's really meaningless for you to live like this."

Those were the last words he left me, ignorant, I don't understand, or I don't want to understand.For thousands of years, I have always wondered if it was a mistake to kill him, but in the end I couldn't come to a conclusion.It doesn't matter whether it is right or wrong, I will always pay the price for what I have done and the sins I have committed.Now the living dead usually stay in the undead city, which is my price, and fulfilling the wishes of the world is my way of redemption.

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