When the music emperor Tianjiaolong said that he was not managing his feelings with his heart, the legendary goddess Wang Yunhuan welcomed the heart in her hand back to the body of the music emperor and disappeared.

The Music Emperor returned to the mountain peak and watched the black and white man on the other mountain peak still sitting cross-legged, floating in the air and sitting in the melodious rhyme of the erhu.

The black and white man opened his eyes and looked at the Emperor of Music, the whole mountain was lit with beacon fire, and the beacon fire burned to the mountain where the Emperor of Music stood, and the Emperor of Music closed his eyes again, and his heart was extremely cold when he had just returned, and the whole mountain peak was icy and snowy.

The black and white person fluttered up, still in a sitting position, still pulling the erhu, his face gradually became clear, half of the black body, all turned white, that kind of white, is full of divine white, black and white people become the appearance of the king of darkness.

The Dark King in the Musical Fantasy Realm spoke, "I don't know if the Dao is right or wrong, there is always a lonely voice in your eyes, maybe you don't even have a little expectation, maybe you will lose yourself in the world, the ruthless world is trying to destroy you.

You resist and accept it calmly, my feelings with you are different, you have closed love, who can understand that you have already drowned yourself, and your heart is full of ice, locked out of love. 」

The scorching flame burns the frozen mountain, and two opposing elements and spirits are devouring it, like a giant fire dragon fighting another snow and ice dragon.

The music emperor trembled, it was not fear, it was a transcendent realization in the contemplation, a stream of consciousness rushing to the night, accompanied by a melancholy music for ten thousand years: "Gu Ji has no life, his eyes have no mood, and the scene is black and white." There is no melody in survival, love and love have lost her, and the world has entered an ice age.

There is no longer a kind smile to melt the bitterness and ice in my heart, no longer a warm and cold life in an affectionate embrace, a death-like breath, and I don't expect anyone to wake me up. Frozen in the ice age of pre-cosmic history. (Waiting for the kiss to lift the spell)

The spirit of the dark king was high, and the erhu burned, burning out a song with the same sorrow: "This time you are really going to leave the world, the tears in your heart have already flowed into a deep river, and the broken heart is ruthlessly drowned.

Faint truths are on the verge of destruction. This time you are really leaving the world. What will be left is the regret of all life!

In this life, you are a sad passerby, and the cold aura spreads from your side to the Nine Heavens Realm, if you can make you emotional again. Let all the sad waters drain away. Let your love dock. If I can make you love again, I will help you intercept the sun from the sky, so that your love will not have a night!

The fierce giant fire dragon roared like a roar devouring the Ice and Snow World. One by one, huge fire men walked towards the Ice World Realm, and where they walked, the ice and snow disintegrated, and the Fire World Realm took shape.

The Music Emperor listened to the other party's music seriously, knowing that the other party was really another existence who did not lose to himself and comprehended the ultimate way of music.

"Ha Lu Ha Ha long lost Roaring Song!" said the Music Emperor, and a sound wave that shook all directions continued to radiate out.

The Dark King said to himself in a calm heart, "He's here for real, and the Roaring Song has exploded." It seems that my first-level musical illusion can't lock him!"

When the wind howls through the horizon and covers the eyes of all existence, and the ice tears fall into the palms of the palms to drown the promises in their hands, all decisions on the edge of love and non-love are painful!

Close your eyes in the wind, close your eyes and shed tears in your palms, like a torn wind listening to the sound of life shaking hands, such a short period of absolute silence.

Sing a song to wipe away all tears, wave goodbye to everything, your and my stories will be gone, you and my stories will be gone! Stand here and close your eyes and fall in your palms, tears like a torn wind.

The proud music emperor who looked at the world did not let the dark king in front of him have a chance to breathe at all, and he was behind with one hand, and the empty sound was shattered with the other.

"I can't keep it after love, give me all my heart, I'm sorry and thick, but I can't solve the sorrow of the past, and I'm still sad to this day, I still remember the tenderness when I hugged in the past, but I still have to say to you, give up, dear people, give up, how long do you have to wait, believe it, you will never understand unless everything can last forever.

Kiss the familiar lips again, the taste is always bitter and sweet, the acacia is thick and thick, time is still slowly moving, why is it sad that I still walk into the jungle of memories, whose heart is in the war of longing! Through the eyes of the night, the heart falls in the wild wind and sand and the sky is dark, only to approach and leave!

I don't cry, I don't laugh, I don't want to run away, I don't want to resist anymore, I can't ignore it, my sad soul can't hide there, and I have nowhere to go, and my heart can die. ”

Break!

The King of Darkness, who was trapped by the illusion music of the Music Emperor, felt something, and the first layer of Zhilu Dao was broken by the Music Emperor. And the mediocre world that follows the author really can't find how to break through the music that has died.

Most people don't understand that music is the soul, just listen to it, and the merchant is humble and everything is pretending to be alive, like the battle of the living dead, what is the value?

What is this? What world is this? The King of Darkness commented on the writer day after day, and he was tired after two o'clock last night, and he was lying on the bed and picked up a magazine and was about to read it, when the thoughts were together, and he fell asleep.

He thought he had picked up a magazine, but in fact he didn't have it at all, he got up early in the morning and turned on the TV, watched sports games and music channel programs, the music was really bad, and the dark king saw that it was the latest music from Korea, Japan, Europe and the United States, and shook his head so not to grow.

At noon, he was hungry, soaked a bowl of imported instant noodles, slept again after eating, took a shower at two o'clock in the afternoon and went out to the company, bought cappuccino coffee on the way, changed the taste, and the motorcycle swayed.

Turn on the computer, read the message, sit in a daze on the chair at the door, smoke cigarillos, with the taste of Chinese medicine, used to drink hot coffee, not summer iced coffee, everything has become a habit.

Browsing the housing information in Hualien District on the Internet, he is looking for a chance to see, or he can really go to live for a while, so he should prepare and understand first.

began to type, and it was whimsical again, and the dark king thought that there seemed to be a voice flipping in his mind, hovering and constantly stirring, as if it was about to be opened, but he had to wait and wait.

What is the soul that is closed here? How much desire does it need to be suppressed to crack this illusion? What can be brilliant if every moment is not repeated?

In the end, how can you shout and regret by following the rules of reality, no, no, you can't accept the disguise of hiding here, and your heart collapses and madness descends on loneliness and dullness.

I want to run wild, I am pulled by time, I am swallowed by the whale and the cruel contradictions, the happy and fanatical hunger, I am trapped and cold and become a laissez-faire, and I have become a temporary eternity, who will answer this question?

Don't look in a daze, come over easily, don't listen to people say that life is the most difficult, that is, it is not likable, used to not being pampered, and it is not simple to be willful, like a beautiful and lonely pearl that does not need to be carefully loved.

Such a free happiness should be satisfied, the most beautiful self, without the eternal God's care, will inevitably be lonely, and the highest pole will make the world laugh.

And who can see the loneliness? Please stop wandering and wait for the future to come, just let it be! Don't force the future, like a lonely and beautiful pearl, take care of yourself, so free is happiness, you should definitely be satisfied, it is already so not simple, live.

Gently caressing his face, slowly snuggling in the beautiful world of lies, so that happiness can enter the flickering life, completely depends on the clouds and smoke between the eyebrows.

Love is you, love is yourself, no matter how bitter you are, you don't care, you can see that the pain is accumulating from time to time, but the author doesn't want to explain it at all, and his face is expressionless and hesitant whether he is deciding to still love the pain flickering.

He was in front of the company's mirror, just outside the door, there was a noisy customer, why do you sometimes feel sad? Why is he afraid that he is too sober, his days are still blank, why can't he go to the future?

Let the time be fixed, who will always be young and lovely, beautiful and gentle to preserve, fixed and fixed, sooner or later separated from the repeated rehearsals, not after death can come again. (To be continued......)