Countless epochs ago...how many yuan will be before...I don't know, it's hard to know.

Even if a powerful person is born, he has not been born at that time.

In the darkness and nothingness, there is endless darkness and infinite darkness.

Quietness and depression represent eternity and interpret dead silence.

Light! Where does the light come from? A little light spreads out in the center of darkness!

When the light begins in the depths of darkness.

Does it also represent the beginning of hope?

Hope is never only representative of light. That monotony is also too false.

However, when will the bright light proclaim itself? Everything is only attached to the consciousness body.

Milky white, like the waves rolling up, striking back on the continent.

As long as it passes through the endless void, time and space will always stop for it in an instant.

Left behind stars, bright and fragile, the candlelight that seemed to sway around the only blazing light source.

What are those?

Perhaps, those inconspicuous ones carry hope!

After all, the light only swept through once, sowing many inconspicuous seeds, which facilitates the dark center and freezes a white eternal zone.

The eternal white, opposite to the darkness, stands in the center of nothingness.

...

How many years have passed, and the seeds began to take root and sprout.

The originally inconspicuous stars, like particles like candles in the wind, have actually opened up, illuminating the surrounding area, carrying a series of missions and writing legends.

In the eternal white zone in the center, a ball of edge phantoms differentiated, gradually drifting towards the distant darkness...

Who is it, watching everything silently.

That kind of creature stands with both feet and head up to the sky. Is it a human?

He was carrying a magic sword and wearing white clothes.

He stood in front of the eternal light source and saw everything.

The next moment, when another light tide radiates.

The creature was exiled under endless power.

This time the light wave was particularly intense, so intense that it exceeded the imagination of the creatures themselves. It was so intense that some new light spots closer to the light source were affected.

It is angry? Why is it angry? How can it be angry?

He saw it, and what did he see again.

...

"It seems that many people want to hold your thigh."

Holding Chu Xiang's arm, enjoying the shade brought by the tree of the world. The fairy Biluo breathed happily and teased without restraint.

"Also, that woman seems to have feelings for you too? I can't tell that you are so cold and very popular."

It doesn’t matter if you really care, or if you really don’t care, or if you don’t care.

Fairy Biluo stared at the man beside her and looked carefully, as if she would not get tired of it no matter how she tasted it.

Chu Xiang looked straight ahead, but there was no focal length in his eyes.

He knew that it was finally time to choose and to collide.

But he didn't know how to choose, whether he could really win the last conflict as he had been as sure as before.

Is the enemy too strong or the fate is unpredictable? I think no matter who you are, facing the world's number one person and the only protagonist at the end of the century, you will not have the ambition to win.

At this time, Chu Xiang was not considering gains and losses, but in Changxiang's memory.

Those fragments and messy fragments belong to him, but not to him, so people don’t know how to deal with them...

...

I remember there was a girl at the lake, leaning back to back with me.

That was the first time I felt warm in this magical world.

Unfortunately, at that time, my heart was warm, but my blood was cold. Just like her, my heart was cold, and my blood was hot. There is no difference in this book.

I took it for granted everything she gave. It was not until later that she turned white and I realized it.

It turns out that simply accepting will bring pain.

The faint pain was soon forgotten, and the hot heart was finally frozen in cold blood.

Forgot her? Actually, I never forgot, I never remembered it...

I remember there was a girl who was always tired of me...

She does not belong to me, but she cannot withstand the temptation of foresight.

But even so, I don't understand.

Is it that my plan in advance works, or is it that fate should be like this, or is it because there are more me in her trajectory, so it should be like this.

Do I love her? Maybe, or, just enjoy and cherish that feeling. She is indeed the kind of girl who makes people easy to get along with and feels very comfortable...

But...but why, why, in my memory, at that time, there always appeared a red shadow, a discordant red shadow—

Red is fierce, red is wound, red is like blood...

That kind of taste seems to be cleansed only by green liquid. But then, what exactly is it?

If I had never turned into a sword at that time, and I would not have turned my heart cold.

If I had occasionally boiling blood at that time, I would have shattered the ice of my heart's defense.

Maybe... Maybe...

But reality cannot tolerate assumptions, and before I was about to get lost, I actually met her - another girl, the girl with her other half of her breath, as pure as the moon...

A moment of enlightenment can change a lot. Perhaps the original throbbing and innocence will be buried with it.

I, that was that the first time you and I met? I am not sure, do you know it yourself?

The sword fell, and the red dripped down.

My heartlessness can no longer hurt my heart.

Why, is the love fading, or am I changing?

I know, I woke up...

I woke up, so it is impossible for that kind of impulse called emotion to appear again.

Yes...

It turns out that this is the reason why you differentiate me. You have always longed for it, but I always have obstacles.

It turns out that you have always hated me...

Oh.

You got it, didn't you, sad guy...

...

Chu Xiang smiled, for no reason, his muddy expression was as if Yan Bing had broken the seal.

He turned around and hugged the astonished Biluo tightly.

The feeling of indulgence made the girl in her arms dull.

"They? She? No, that doesn't belong to me. I have you, it's enough."

Actually, I've never been drunk...

Close your eyes and enjoy the sweetness you have never seen before.

Fairy Biluo has never seen it.

The man who was so close to her, almost touching her bright eyes, flashed one after another, and then all of them were crushed into pieces...

It doesn't belong to me, so naturally I don't need to stay...

I will never regret the laces getting wider. The tree of the world proves that the wings are flying together...

...

The night is coming, and the clear sky is so clear, why is it suddenly dark?

The fairy world has never been trapped in extreme tranquility.

Why did the heavenly beings who were not terrified from the bottom of their hearts start to tremble?
To be continued...