I will Bury the Gods Chapter 417: : The flute player in the Dragon King Cemetery (Part 2)
I will bury the gods text volume Chapter 417: The flute player in the Dragon King's Cemetery
Mu Shijing knelt on the ground, and her snow-white skirt was wrinkled by her tightly curled fingers. After a long time, she seemed to have made a great determination, turned her back suddenly, and supported the wall with both hands. His waist and limbs collapsed slightly, and he was in a kneeling posture, with a tone of death.
However, Lin Shouxi didn't know if he was startled by her sudden action, so he didn't move for a while.
Mu Shijing maintained this posture, feeling even more ashamed. She pulled the hair that was blocking her view behind her ears, then turned her head slightly, and reprimanded: She just finished speaking, and suddenly a white shadow floated from the corner of her eyes, and then, Her whole body was hugged from behind.
At some point, Lin Shouxi came behind her and hugged her.
But he didn't take any further action, but hugged her and said:
Mu Shijing replied angrily, and after a few symbolic struggles, he had nothing to say.
She also felt that she was too impulsive just now, so she had no choice but to put on a cold face, pretending to be angry, in order to prevent Lin Shouxi from making fun of her.
The underground palace is huge, and life is also rich and colorful. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is another world, but this underground palace has no sun or moon, and even if it is open and empty, it still gives people a sense of depression.
Before going out, Mu Shijing dressed up for a while.
Mu Shijing's grooming has always been very simple. Generally speaking, he just combed his hair and put on some red lip gloss at most to make it look more gorgeous. Keep the beauty of natural carvings', but Lin Shouxi knows that it's because she doesn't know how to do it.
It's not Mu Shijing's fault either, her face is so beautiful that any modification is superfluous, so no matter how ingenious she is, she still looks clumsy when it comes to makeup.
Mu Shijing changed into a black dress, calmed down, and temporarily left the floating stone house.
Outside the stone house is the way to meet the gods.
Shinto is like a spine, spanning the void and connecting the stone house with the ground.
There is also a mystery in this Shinto.
Its length depends entirely on the inner time of the walker. When you are in a bright mood and feel that time flies, you can pass the Shinto very quickly. It was surprisingly long, as if it would never end.
Lin Shouxi and Mu Shijing held hands and walked for a whole stick of incense, but failed to walk through the divine way.
Lin Shouxi said.
Mu Shijing glanced at him, and said with a cold snort, "Some people are best at yelling and catching thieves.
Lin Shouxi let go of Mu Shijing's hand.
Next.
He took a step forward.
After just one step, Lin Shouxi was no longer visible on the long Shinto path, but Yu Mushi stood still, at a loss.
After a while, she said angrily:
She ran forward.
But the more impatient she was, the longer the divine way. She ran for a long time but failed to catch up with Lin Shouxi.
At this time, Lin Shouxi returned to her and held out his hand to her.
Mu Shijing was not touched, but felt that she was being bullied. She slapped Lin Shouxi's hand hard, and said angrily:
Finally, they came to the shore.
When the shoes touched the solid land, Mu Shijing felt unspeakably at ease.
The underground palace is huge and full of dangers, and it is impossible to visit it in a month. They have no clear destination, but they are walking in the vast underground world. Through this bizarre world, they can truly feel the pain when Pai Bai fell into desperation—she wanted to create a world of self-deception, but she failed after all. Having lied to herself, in the end, she could only desperately pin her hopes on an ultimate fantasy.
Mu Shijing's heart is also gradually
It fell silent.
Their realm has recovered, and their lives are no longer in danger. Walking in the underground palace at this time is more like exploring a magnificent and mysterious cave. The vision was startled.
Just like when they first came to the underground palace, they were immediately hostile and besieged by the native creatures. , Lin Shouxi was not afraid of them, but he didn't draw his sword either, he just led Mu Shijing to escape blindly.
This kind of escape can always evoke many memories for them. It is strange to say that these thrilling scenes of wandering on the edge of life and death are covered with a warm light when looking back. When they fled to a stone forest intertwined with canine teeth, the surroundings finally became quiet.
Sitting on the stone, Mu Shijing looked sideways, and suddenly saw a flower growing from a crack in the stone.
It was a white flower with four petals. The petals were thin and beautiful, and the stem was slender and fragile.
When Mu Shijing said this, he couldn't help but smile, and his mood brightened a lot.
She reached out to touch the petals, wanting to have a little floral fragrance of hope on her fingertips.
But Lin Shouxi grabbed her wrist and said 'be careful'.
The next moment.
The ground shook under the flowers, and a vine snake hidden under the rock rushed out like lightning and bit Mu Shijing.
It turned out that this flower grew from the forehead of the vine snake. It used the fragrant flower as bait to attract other life forms, and then launched a surprise attack to eat it.
When Mu Shijing came back to his senses, the vine snake had been beheaded by Lin Shouxi.
White flowers wither with life. Mu Shijing felt lost.
Passing through the rugged stone forest and continuing forward, there is a freshwater lake, which is formed by the snow water leaking from the cracks in the ground, and you can feel a coolness from a distance.
This lake is calm.
Sitting by the lake, Mu Shijing couldn't help but think of the night when she went boating with Lin Shouxi, the isolated island treasure temple, when the wind and rain came, she played the flute in front of the wind, and fought fiercely with Yazi in the waves. The heavy snake blood pear on the island.
Today, the hole flute is still there, and the Sri Lankan people have not changed, but the moonlight was already elusive at that time.
While Mu Shijing was still dejected, Lin Shouxi beside him had already carved the wooden boat.
The canoe enters the water.
Lin Shouxi took her hand and jumped onto the canoe.
Mu Shijing stood at the bow of the boat, the hem of her black dress fluttered against her slender legs. She took out the weather-beaten bamboo flute from her ring, and played it on her lips. Far away, it bounces back gently after touching the stone wall, making the tune even more haunting.
The fish in the water seemed to be attracted by the sound of the flute, causing circles of ripples on the lake.
Then, under this beautiful picture, countless sharp-toothed piranhas jumped out of the water and rushed towards the cabin.
When the melody ended, more evil dragons raised their heads from the deep pool, trying to swallow them up with their boats.
Lin Shouxi drew his sword.
When Mu Shijing let go of the flute, the evil dragon had already fallen back to the surface of the water, replaced by a desolate rain of blood.
High and low. The canoe docked on the shore. The shore is covered with ice and snow.
Sitting in the snow and ice, Mu Shijing rubbed the white snow in his palm, but he didn't feel the cold at all.
"When I was young, my senior sister cooked fish for me. When my senior sister cooked fish, she would always play a guqin for the fish first. I didn't understand. I asked my senior sister why, and my senior sister said that she did this to make the fish relax. , and when the fish completely relaxes its vigilance, it will be killed suddenly. Such a fish will be happy in life, so the meat quality is also the most delicious.
While Mu Shijing was playing in the snow, Lin Shouxi's voice rang out.
Mu Shijing was startled when he heard this, and asked, "Are you using fish to describe others?
She thought, isn't she the fish that was brought out to relax before being slaughtered?
"
What is a metaphor for a fish? "
Lin Shouxi asked doubtfully, and handed over the grilled fish. Looking at this fish, Mu Shijing couldn't help feeling that something hurt its kind. This sadness was quickly swept away by the deliciousness of the fish.
After eating fish and drinking spring water, the two continued to walk deep into the underground palace.
The deeper you go, the colder it gets.
If the main color of the world before was sinister, then the world now is only severely cold. In this crystal clear ice and snow, they are the only creatures.
The snow field stands tall, like a mountain rising from the ground.
Mu Shijing faintly felt that something on the mountain peak was calling him.
They came to the top of the snow mountain.
On the top of the snow-capped mountain, there are even towering stone walls, as if the sky is cut across, and there is no road.
——Unknowingly, they came to the edge of the underground palace.
Under the stone wall, stands a lonely tombstone.
The tombstone is square and square, with a smooth surface, without any writing, and its origin is unknown.
Lin Shouxi asked.
Mu Shijing shook his head and said, "This is the tombstone.
Lin Shouxi asked.
Mu Shijing replied.
Lin Shouxi didn't know what to say.
Mu Shijing smiled slightly, and said: "This underground palace is the tomb I prepared for myself. It's dead quiet, oppressive, full of chaos and evil, and it's perfect for the dragon's burial place.
Lin Shouxi was belatedly aware.
Whether it is the King of Cangbi or the King of Void White, they have been wrapped around their hearts by tree roots for a long time, and they have been sealed underground. The picture, this scene reveals the strange beauty of fate, as if it is a doomsday scroll specially drawn for the great life of the dragon.
"The Lord of the Gray Tomb..."
Mu Shijing smiled faintly. She leaned down and slid her fingers along the edge of the straight tombstone. She said, "It's nothing strange. Although Pale is the king of all generations, there is no absolutely perfect creature in this world. Even if it is as strong as pale, in the hesitation and hesitation, dark and evil devils may still be bred unconsciously. Everything in the world is like this. When pale creates this order, it will also be captured by the order itself. She Can't disobey myself.
Lin Shouxi nodded slightly.
The boy and girl stood quietly in front of the wordless tombstone.
Lin Shouxi asked.
Mu Shijing smiled.
Lin Shouxi couldn't help laughing, and said:
Mu Shijing rushed towards Lin Shouxi fiercely.
Lin Shouxi dodged subconsciously and chased after her, but the strange thing was that this time, Mu Shijing did not chase after her.
When Lin Shouxi turned his head again, he saw Mu Shijing sitting on the ancient tombstone, smiling at him.
The black dress was perfectly ironed to her figure, the half-exposed shoulders were shockingly white, and the pair of small pointed shoes with high heels had been taken off, and they were placed on the side of the tombstone, covered with black snow silk. The jade legs of the thin socks hang down gently, the lines are graceful and dexterous, the elegant and tender feet are hidden under the thin socks, and the outline can only be glimpsed faintly, which arouses people's daydream.
She combed her hair in a delicate bun, and she smiled softly on her beautiful dimples, making it impossible to tell whether the person sitting here is a seductive fairy or a Taoist saint who does not eat fireworks. female.
Her smile is an invitation to Lin Shouxi.
Lin Shouxi hesitated.
Mu Shijing asked back.
At this moment, she is like a snow lotus or a poppy, exuding a fragrant and alluring poison, but it is so soul-stirring.
There has never been a more opportune time.
In the past few months, they have been suppressed for too long, so tired
The accumulated dark clouds will finally vent into the most violent rain.
Lin Shouxi no longer hesitates~IndoMTL.com~in the snow.
The boy and the girl embraced each other, their chests pressed against each other, and their lips pressed against each other.
The lips are obviously cool, but when they touch each other, they are like the meeting of flames. Lin Shouxi obviously closed his eyes, but his hands were extremely skillful.
After kissing unrestrainedly for a long time, when Mu Shijing's bright eyes became clear again, she only felt cool all over her body, and only then did she realize that something seemed to have been stolen.
Mu Shijing complained quietly.
This is the ultimate fate of the Taoist saint.
In the past, she had never imagined such a scene. Even if she imagined it, the only thing she could feel was humiliation, but at this moment, she just wanted to be intoxicated by it and not wake up again.
She gritted her silver teeth tightly, and she burst into tears, but she didn't cry out for pain anymore.
All the way to today, such pain has become insignificant, not to mention, after the pain, what awaits her is unprecedented joy.
They are like the most violent snowstorm, the brightest thunder and lightning. Amongst the wind, snow and thunder, the girl is the most unpredictable fog. , sometimes delicate, sometimes hating fastness, sometimes detesting slowness, Lin Shouxi responded to all her thoughts, his fingers intertwined tightly.
The wind and snow gradually subsided.
Time seems to go back many years ago.
In the cave many years ago, Lin Shouxi and Mu Shijing were trapped in the snowy night ice cave. At that time, he taught the girl to play the flute. Tonight is the time to leave the teacher.
The girl lay tired on the ice and snow, playing the flute, her dark hair scattered on the snow, like a cool night falling silently.
Silence is better than sound.
At the same time.
The cauldron fire broke through the boundary of emptiness and whiteness, reaching paleness.