Nightfall Chapter 110: Suzaku, black umbrella and bright night

Chapter One Hundred and Ten Suzaku, Black Umbrella, and Bright Night

Ning Que ran in the night, running on the street, raising his right arm from time to time to wipe the blood from the lower jaw, and the **** umbrella hit his back from time to time. As time passed, the luster in his eyes became darker and darker, and the brows and eyebrows exposed outside the mask became more and more tight, looking very painful.

His vision is getting blurred. The horse-riding pillars on the street and the gate at the entrance of the city are gradually deformed and twisted into a monster with teeth and claws; his breathing is getting faster and faster, and his lungs grow like The coercive and solemn breath of the court, the rush of anxiety is like the desperate breath of a fugitive, and the indifferent breath of vicissitudes is like the ruthless breath of history.

Ning Que stood alone and helplessly in the middle of the street listening to the breathing sound from all directions in the Yuanyuan Hall at the back of the narrow alley on the street.

He released the handle of the knife and covered his ears with both hands, but he still couldn't stop the various gasping and breathing sounds from penetrating the back of his palm and coming into his mind clearly and powerfully.

He knelt down slowly in the middle of the dark Suzaku Street, then fell.

The **** umbrella is covering his back.

Blood water passes through the black umbrella, drips on the bluestone, and flows between the crevices.

On the Suzaku Avenue paved with smooth bluestone, there are countless small flowers blooming from the south city to the north. The blood flowers are interlaced in a line, and the blood is faintly connected with the blood at the front of the black umbrella. .

The distant point of the blood line is the stone sculpture of the Vermillion Bird in the distance on the street.

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The painted suzaku carved in the center of the imperial road is deep into the stone, carrying the years of the Datang Empire for more than a thousand years. I don’t know how many new and energetic kings have been ushered in, and how many have been sent away and failed to overcome time. The old male lord, its two eyes that are not angry but prestigious are always so peaceful, and they haven't moved for a moment.

At this time, the eyes of the Suzaku painted statue are still majestic as usual, but the three gorgeous and indescribable top wings on the top of its head are slowly picked up, as if it is about to break through the stone and enter the real world!

Ning Que fell into a coma under the **** umbrella. He didn't even know that the painting of the Vermilion bird in the distance had undergone such a strange change, let alone a majestic imperial imperial envelopment that seemed to come from ancient times of awe-inspiring destruction Lost myself.

His blood flowed between the rocks, extremely shallow and flat, even shallower and flatter than the limit humans could imagine, flowing from the center of the street to the distance, flowing into the complex and solemn feathered stone gaps in the distance from the center of the street. between.

In silence, the blood flowing into the crevices of the gorgeous feathers of the Suzaku-like painting was quickly evaporated into a light red mist, and then quickly purified into an invisible emptiness by an invisible high temperature force.

The blood droplets scattered on the bluestone slabs of Zhuque Street began to evaporate and were purified. One after another, they disappeared invisible. The extremely flat and shallow blood between the stone cracks evaporates and disappears at a speed visible to the naked eye until the end. Finally came under the **** umbrella, followed the **** water directly into Ning Que's body!

The fire is invisible, the high temperature is insensible, and the invisible scorching breath seems to be able to incinerate everything in the world. The blood on Ning Que's body was quickly evaporated and dispersed invisible, but the clothes did not change at all.

His arms exposed outside his clothes, his cheeks exposed outside the mask began to rapidly turn red, the hair on his forehead quickly browned and withered, and the nails of his hands resting on the bluestone began to become dry and crisp because of the rapid loss of moisture. .

A green leaf was blown by the morning breeze, fell on the back of his hand, and then was blown off again, still green and pleasant. An ant was disturbed by the fallen leaves, climbed onto the back of his hand, and then climbed down from the other side, still alive. But if nothing happens, Ning Que will burn to death the mysterious and invisible flame released by the portrait of Suzaku in the next moment.

At this moment, a shadow fell, and the poor ant was crushed to death with a light snap.

The **** umbrella that was blown by the morning wind gently covered Ning Que's body, gently swaggering like a black lotus. As the black umbrella swaggered, the green leaf was instantly frozen and turned into ice, and it was scattered into countless tiny boulders with the gentle blow of the morning wind.

The smell of absolute coldness gradually released from the black umbrella, and slowly and unimpededly penetrated into Ning Que’s hot body. After a while, the redness of his cheeks and arms gradually faded and turned back to the whiteness of the serious injury. The hair on the forehead quickly turned black and shiny, and the nails of the hands resting on the bluestone regained luster.

The painting of Suzaku on the stone street in the distance seemed to sense something, and those majestic and solemn eyes were still calm as usual, but it felt like they looked at Ning Que lying down.

In a moment, the three gorgeous and indescribable top wings on top of its head were raised together!

Almost at the same time, the **** umbrella covering Ning Que's swagger became a bit more ill!

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The black wind blows on the black wasteland, and the strong wind rolls up the black soil and throws it around in the sky, so that when viewed with the naked eye, it seems that the rays of the scorching sun on the sky have turned black.

In the far distance of the wasteland, there is a black snow-capped mountain, which is melting and collapsing continuously under the radiance of the black sun. The melted snow is mixed with black soil and black gravel, reflecting the black sunlight, rushing around violently.

The black snow-capped mountain will collapse and collapse, and the flood it will form will destroy the entire world, and at this moment, a bright night suddenly falls on the world, releasing an extremely warm and cold atmosphere.

Ning Que stood at a certain point in this space, and looked at the magnificent scene of destruction before him very calmly. He didn't know where it was, but he knew it was not a dream. The perception is clear and firm, just as he clearly sees the light occupying most of the sky, but he can be sure that it is night.

The bright night covered most of the sky, blocked the blazing black sunlight, and gradually slowed down the melting and collapse of the snow-capped mountains, while the chilly smell emitted from the bright night sky began to condense those raging in black again The floods in the wasteland turned them into dancing black ice and unwilling black snow.

The whole world is being reshaped, and the black snow-capped mountain slowly and unstoppably stands up again.

The heaven and the earth returned to calm, and the night returned to the color that night should have. The glacier and snowy river on the wasteland disappeared at some time, as if nothing had changed, and as if everything had changed.

The warmth of the sun on the firmament shining on the world, the spring light melted the snow on the other side of the snow-capped mountain, the gurgling water seeped into the depths of the ice and snow, fell into the dark blue underground ice cave, and then disappeared.

I don’t know how many years have passed. Somewhere on the wasteland far away from the snow-capped mountains, a boulder shivered slightly and was pushed aside. Then a trickle came out, and then gradually spread. Flow towards the horizon.

A weak but strong grass grows beside the stream.