It was vast and vast, and I liked the indifference.
It was a bleak and sad feeling.Most of the time, I felt that I didn't have any emotions, but the scenery of the desert gave me a different feeling.I liked it very much.It was as if the end of the world had arrived.
All things had died, and only this cursed land remained in the world.The spring rain was brilliant, the summer rain was desolate, the autumn moon was eerie, and the winter snow was vast.
The four seasons disappeared here.
This was a quiet world.Walking alone on the desert at this time was a lonely and quiet feeling.
It was as if there was no need to think about anything.
It was as if everything had passed.
From then on, there was only one person left in this world.Because I have another body inside me, I can feel more.I remembered what he looked like.
He was wearing black clothes in the desert, and his long hair was gently fluttering in the wind.
His black eyes were so quiet, as if it had been a long time since he had seen the darkness.
He smiled lightly, with cruelty and rejection.Those pairs of black eyes were so silent, just like the darkness since ancient times.
The place where he was trained must have fallen into death's silence, because there was no sound in his eyes.I hadn't been to the Underworld.
That place didn't have a single blade of grass.
It was the place that had grown out of the darkness of the Demon Realm, the place that had transformed the darkness.
But when I was another person, he had taken me there and kept most of my memories.Ming Buried planted a large patch of red sandals on the side of Santue Chuan.
He was still open and pitied himself towards Gu Ying's black lake and dressed up in tears from the soul of the living world.The flowers bloomed passionately and proudly, like burning flames.
They spread on the riverbank, burning in their line of sight, and they were so beautiful that they held their breaths.I didn't understand why Ming Xiaomo was the other person.
Could it be his dream to stay by Ming Xiaomo's side?Just standing there quietly, like a shadow?I saw Hu Yang in the desert, the withered branches, pointing straight up into the sky.Could it be that she was willing to become a shadow?Of course, the shadow wanted a physical body, so it came back.
He abandoned his name and came back.
His willpower was so strong that my appearance changed.A long, long time ago, I had been wondering what kind of shape the human world could make of his soul.He was very good.
His clean and pure soul seemed to have been soaked in water.Those eyes were like the vast and indifferent sky, unbelievably azure.Benevolence, loyalty, and endurance.
They were like a piece of beautiful jade, carved with ancient patterns by the vicissitudes of the world and the hard to talk about love.There were many things that were predestined.
I knew it for a long time, but what I was destined to mean was that no one could change it.
The power of destiny was too strong, so strong that no one could reach it.Destiny was always a little strange.
I had always thought that Ming Yan was a water-like person, slowly flowing along the terrain.
He wouldn't go up against the flow, nor would he stop.His love couldn't become love, the woman who was still in the Heaven Realm, or the mother of Ming Xiaoyu, who couldn't stand the Dark Underworld.
Often, he didn't know how to love, nor did he know how to have and lose a man.However, he should be his, as if no one could steal him.Ming Xiao Mo was a ray of light left in his eyes by fate.
That day, when he raised his head, he finally saw it.Or perhaps it could be said that Ming Xiao Mo was the glory of most people.

She was domineering and dangerous.
She was beautiful and charming just like a manhua flower.Like Manzhu Zhushahua's only scenery in the Netherworld, Ming Xiaomo was the only thing in his eyes.Fate was destined for him to become a demon.
He suppressed himself too much and was destined to find a breakthrough.For a long time, I hadn't left Nineheaven Cloud Palace.
During that time, I almost wondered if I was alive.Until I returned to my body, with such strong feelings, my appearance also changed.
It was a new feeling.I want him.But in the end, I held it in.I could feel, more than anyone else, the silence of death, the feeling of nothing in this world that was worth your attention.It was even scarier than losing strength.I missed the kites.
They made me feel threatened and threatened.
It was a very, very exciting feeling.It was like a game.
I had succeeded, but I had lost that feeling.Of course I could easily destroy the kite race, but I wanted to prolong this feeling.Then one day, I suddenly felt that this was meaningless.I'd lost that feeling, and I'd been frustrated for a long time.Now I felt alive again.The boy was pretty, proud, and capricious.
Sometimes I wanted to lock him in the room and raise him like a canary.
I wanted to see the deep emotion in his black eyes.I had already done that.
It wasn't difficult for me to destroy the entire demon race, Ming Yan, or anything else for him.But at the end of the day, I endured it.I can't treat him like a kite.Perhaps I only liked the feeling of wanting it, or maybe I only cared if I was alive.So I let go.The days would be long, and the days would be long.I had plenty of time.
I didn't want time to destroy me.
The power of time was horrible.
It was easy to numb a person.
I didn't want me to be that person in time."God...
Where's Xiaomo?" Honglian had already cleaned up the room.
She looked behind me and asked me timidly."Oh, he's not coming back yet." I smiled.
"It's okay.
He'll be back soon.
We've got a lot of time."Ming Xiaomo stood on the riverbank of Santue Chuan.
Beneath her feet was a beautiful scenery of sand.
The sky was still dark, carrying with it a deathly silence.A lot of things happened to him and Ming Yan, but there was no change here.He had always thought that time would stop here.
There was no concept of time here.
Whether it was a thousand years ago or a thousand years later, the Underworld would always be like this.
It would never change.
The Underworld didn't use time to transfer power.But he knew that he was wrong.
In this world, the power of time and destiny were powerful.
Time could corrode everything, and destiny could change everything.He slowly turned around, and Ming Yan stood behind him, looking at him quietly.(complete version)