Nightfall

Sang Sang cried aloud, tears slipped on the slightly dark face, fell on Ning Que's body, the black cloth was hard, fell on the ground, and turned into ice beads, each of which was crystal-like and round, all the same size .

A very fine voice sounded in her body, as if the bones were crushed into countless debris, as if flesh and blood were decomposing, more like hard ice was being compressed continuously.

The cold air in her body was finally released completely.

A dark round ball, with her body as the center, spread out in all directions, holding her Ning Que, and was instantly hit by dozens of feet away, where the breath went, the field was frozen, the grass was covered with frost , No interest at all!

Ning Que dropped heavily on the ground, and a spitting bleed came, and the fresh blood froze instantly, until the third blood began to emit heat.

He was blown away by the cold air, but the **** umbrella remained in place, right at the foot of Sang Sang.

Sang Sang crouched down, picked up the **** umbrella, and opened it.

The cold breath continued to be released from her body to the wilderness. After the invisible and intangible breath met the real nature, it turned into a cold black cyclone, rolling up the gravel on the ground, around her body. Whistling and dancing continuously, it looked like a black smoke.

From the beginning of the fall in the small courtyard of the Chaoyang City of the Lunyu Kingdom, the black crow always followed Sang Sang and hovered in the sky above her head. At this time, after Sang Sang changed, more than ten black crows seemed to feel something Quacking and flying, flapping his black wings and flying towards the sky, it seemed to want to be as far away from her as possible, until finally all flew into the dark clouds.

The cloud followed Sangsang for a longer period of time. It has not left since the western wilderness. The more the thicker the thicker, the light penetrates and refracts. It gradually becomes dark clouds, but the cloud itself should be white.

After dozens of black crows flew into the clouds, they turned into small black spots, as if someone had dripped some thick ink in the pen-washing urn. The color of the clouds gradually became darker and darker.

On the wasteland ground, the black smoke still screamed and danced around Sang Sang's body, and the cold air was following the **** umbrella in her hand, and headed towards the high sky dome.

If the magic wand in the hands of the Xiling Temple is a wick, turning the light and heat released by the magic into real burning flames and brightening the southern sky, then the **** umbrella in Sang Sang's hands. It's like a brush. Drenched in the cold breath of her body, blackened the clouds in the north.

More than ten black crows are just dots of ink dripping in front of the pen. The real black comes from Sang Sang.

The dark clouds rolled violently. Then suddenly, still, calmly accepting the cold breath from the **** umbrella on the ground, it became darker and darker at a rate visible to the naked eye. More and more like a piece of ink-filled paper, until it finally became solidified ink, nothing but black.

What is black? Black is no light. The sky in the north of the wasteland at this time is a black with no light, except for the absence of stars, it looks like a night.

Night will not appear during the day, there will be stars on the night dome. Then the night that appears in the daytime and has no stars is naturally not an ordinary night, or it may have another name.

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"How is this going?"

"Why is it dark over there?"

"Is this Yong Ye?"

People on the wasteland ground. Looking at the sky divided by light and darkness, there was no exclamation, no screaming, they muttered to themselves, they were so shocked that they were too big to forget the emotion of shock and fear, and their expressions looked Numb and confused. As if I lost my soul.

The Xiling Temple Allied Forces stood under the bright sky in the south, watching the night in the north.

I don't know how long it has passed. People finally wake up, start exclaiming, and start screaming. Start crying with pain, someone tried to escape. But all the war horses paralyzed on the ground in horror, a mess.

The barren stood under the black night sky in the north and looked at the light in the south. All of them knelt down again, clenched their fists in their chests, closed their eyes, prayed calmly and religiously, waiting for the coming of the King.

Ning Que got up hard and walked towards Sang Sang in front again.

Before deciding to leave the barren tribe, he knew what might happen to Sang Sang, or even something more terrible than death, because she would wake up and be seen by Pluto.

He doesn't care about the invasion of the underworld, the night is coming, he only cares about how Sang Sang is now.

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Sang Sang is fine now.

The rays of light from the bright sky of the south can no longer fall on her, and the scorching rays of light, when they shine a few feet in front of her, will be strangled by the dark, cold breath. The cold breath in her body can no longer cause any pain to her.

Sang Sang is very bad now.

She looked at the South, although she was very far away, but now she can clearly see the picture in the Xiling Temple Allied Forces, and can even see all the details, including the expression on everyone's face.

She saw those people's faces filled with panic, discomfort, cowardice, hatred, sadness, and all negative emotions, but she didn't see likes.

Nowadays, no one will like her anymore.

Sang Sang looked down at the tip of the shoe protruding from the skirt and looked at the two blooming snowdrops under his feet. He whispered, "Before the teacher dies, I have been looking at the north. I now understand that what he saw at the time It's me now. It turned out that he had already determined that I was the shadow of the night. "

Ning Que walked behind her and reached for her hand.

Sang Sang's feet stepped on the lotus formed by ice and snow, and seemed to have no contact with the ground. At this time, her body seemed to have no weight, just a transparent and inexistent existence.

Ning Que asked, "How are you feeling now?"

Sang Sang whispered: "It feels ... seems to be very powerful."

Ning Que said, "Do you like it?"

Sang Sang shook his head and said, "I don't like it."

Ning Que said: "Forbearance."

Sang Sang said: "Can't help it."

Ning Que asked, "Why don't you like it?"

Sang Sang raised his head ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ looked at the south and said, "Because no one will like me anymore."

Ning Que said: "It's a bit of a good thing, at least you need to be awake."

Sang Sang asked: "What is sober?"

Ning Que said: "You look so ugly and have a bad temper. Except for me, no one in the world likes you. Now even if no one will like you, as long as I still like you, it will be no different than before. "

Sang Sang thought for a while and said, "It seems like this."

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(Half day light and half day dark, many people have written, I am most impressed by the section of Yan Yan's profanity. It is very shocking to watch. This section of the night is of course affected, including the Great Prophecy and Buddha Word Zi Yue ’s relationship is just to explain this part of the night from the source and in terms of meaning. It can even be said, um, not spoiler, I can only say that I am writing a sitcom ... … This chapter is only two thousand words. It is really too sleepy. I wrote a single chapter to solicit votes and went to sleep. See you tomorrow, or see you later in a single chapter.)