Nightfall

A few days in the hope of disappointment between tossing, Ning Que’s mood is not to one’s heart’s content, then to one’s heart’s content no longer think, whether to one’s heart’s content or not one’s heart’s content, are very suitable for drinking and getting drunk It happened that Sang Sang’s illness was committed again this night, and the ice of the feet was like two ice branches, so the master and the servant both opened a can of alcoholic drink to one’s heart’s content and drank quickly.

A large pot of spirits and a little maid drank most of the time, Ning Que was the one who fell first, and Sang Sang struggled to move him to the mat, then put it on and put it in, habitually Put the little foot into his arms.

With a diffuse wine, Ning Que had a dream.

In the dream, he felt that the warm sea was coming again, but this time he did not reach out and catch it as before, but found that he could only get a void in vain. It should be that Lu Qingchen’s words played a role. This time, he knew very well that he was dreaming, so he stood in the warm sea, like a stranger or a bystander looking calmly at everything in front of him.

He smiled and remembered a sentence in his dream: “Everything is an illusion, and it won’t scare me.”

Perhaps because of the unprecedented calmness, this time Ning Que clearly saw the appearance of the ocean in the dream. The sea that occupied the entire space without the space was not blue but green, and the color was extremely deep but extremely transparent. It is like a crystal clear jade.

He stood on this green sea, did not bend over and reached for the slow flowing green, but looked at it quietly, guessing in his heart where the next moment will flow, what shape will change.

In the green sea, two white flowers suddenly appeared. The petals were white and white, and there was no variegated color. There was no common silk core, which was common to ordinary flowers. It was monotonous and boring white.

The sea water beats the roots of white flowers. If they have roots, under the moisturization of green sea water, the two white flowers grow sharply at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the petals fall off and fall into the sea and become new white flowers. Such white flowers quickly expanded, occupying all the sea in his sight and extending to the sky.

Ning Que looked at the sacred scene, his heart was shaking and he couldn’t help himself. He lifted his steps and took the flowers. He stepped on the petals and walked toward the sky. The bare feet touched the delicate white flower petals, and the micro-bombs rose and fell, feeling soft and tender. Very wonderful.

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In the carriage next to the field, Ning Que was lying on the mat on the side, and the scorpion on his body had already been opened for more than half. His forehead was full of sweat, holding a pair of feet in his arms, and the skin on the little maid’s feet was better than his body. The place is much better, pure white like snow, looks like two little white flowers.

He frowned his lips from time to time, not knowing what was thinking in his dreams, his feet twitching in the scorpion, not knowing where he touched, feeling very comfortable, his face showing a satisfied look, no longer moving.

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The mind is getting lost. Ning Que has long forgotten that he is in a dream. His heart is shaking but he is walking quietly on the sea. He walks between white flowers like the sea. Suddenly his heart moves and the whole person’s body slowly drifts away. The petals quickly flew high above the sea.

Flying to a very high position, he looked down and saw that the white flowers on the green sea had disappeared. He could see a red plane in the depths of the sea and extended to all directions.

He broke the sea and dive deep into the green ocean.

I don’t know how long I have been diving. He finally saw the red layer, which is a layer of thick, deep red slurry. The blush is boundless, like ketchup, but more like the blood to be coagulated.

The blood suddenly broke the calm and became boiling. There were countless humans without facial features slowly standing up, then fell down, stood up again and fell down again, they struggled, silently screaming, no matter how they struggled. The pain, the film on the five senses always kept them in the eternal silence of the World of Blood.

A deep fear of life is slowly and unstoppable, occupying Ning Que’s body and turning him into a stone sculpture, so ignorant and unconsciously standing on the side of red blood, watching the silent and cruel pictures.

The bloody ocean turned into land, so there was also the sky.

Ning Que stood between the sky and the ground and found himself on the wasteland. There were countless bodies under his feet and far away. The bodies were the Great Tang Empire cavalry, the Moon Country warrior, the Southern Jin warrior, and Many grassland barbarian fine rides, countless blood flowing from under these soldiers, reddening the entire wasteland.

The three black smokes are suspended in front of the wilderness and look at this side indifferently, just like life.

“The sky is going to be dark.”

“I said that it is going to be dark, but no one has ever believed me.”

One person said in the ear of Ning Que in a scornful tone. Ning Que suddenly turned around and didn’t see who was talking, but saw many people looking at the one’s head. Looking at the sky, there were hawkers in the face, unsatisfied officials, young ladies, crazy mad laughter. The monks, regardless of the difference in their clothing, have a common feature, that is, they are all looking up high, like waiting for the fat goose being fed.

Countless people on the wasteland are angry at one’s head. Looking at the sky, Ning Que looked down with their gaze and found that it was still white, because the sun was hanging above the sky, but I don’t know why the temperature on the wasteland was very low. The sun’s rays are dim, and Heaven and Earth are as dark as night.

A piece of black spread from the end of the Heaven and Earth line. There is nothing special about it, just absolute black, like the white flowers he saw at the beginning of the dream, without any variegated colors, the darkest of human dreams.

People watching the sky are scared, Ning Que is very scared, and they don’t know why they are afraid.

Ning Que looked around and looked for someone who had spoken to herself before, and wanted to ask the person what happened, why the sky would turn black, but no matter how he found it, he couldn’t find that person, only vaguely saw a pole. The tall back passed through the crowd and walked outside the wilderness.

He rushed towards that tall back and shouted: “Hey! Is it you? What is going on!”

The tall man did not turn around, and the back of the crowd was extremely embarrassed until it disappeared, and the shout of Ning Que alerted the people on the wilderness who looked at the sky. Some people complained: “The sky is dark, you are not good.” Looking at it, it’s a disgusting little thing to bother with the peace of our last moments.”

The blame is a minority, the vast majority of people on the wilderness take back the look of the sky, and watched Ning Que with surprise. The look in their eyes has changed strangely, some are more and more horrified, some are getting hotter. Some even shed tears slowly. An alcoholic and a butcher stood by Ning Que and watched him quietly. It seemed that he was waiting for him to say something. All these eyes gathered on Ning Que as if he represented a certain Hope.

The feeling of being looked at by the whole world is very strange. It feels weird to be regarded as hope. Ning Que feels that he has become majestic and even sacred in an instant, but he is just a very ordinary person, and he does not know that it will be night. What happened to World, so he was so worried that he couldn’t feel the pain in his chest.

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(This dream is very difficult to write. Thank you for letting the night come to the top of the list. I will continue to write this story seriously. I will enter Chang An City tomorrow. The new chapter will be launched… How does this sentence feel a bit evil? , trembling.)