dream like a sigh

Chapter 7

Something warm rolled down and shattered into countless pieces.I think that was the last tear I shed.

There was a moment of silence all around.Meng Tanxi vomited blood and said the love and hatred buried in the deepest part of his heart. Luo Qing heard it, and the person who should hear it the most finally stood in a corner with a good view and heard it with his own ears.

"Master Mingzhu." The old ghost's call sounded in his ears cautiously, and Hui Mo stiffly let go of the hands that had been clenched since Meng Tanxi opened his mouth, and said lightly: "Is this what you want me to hear? Purpose Woolen cloth?"

He didn't know his emotions or anger, and he was emotionless, but it made the old ghost shudder.However, before the old ghost officer could answer, Luo Qing's voice sounded: "What about now? What do you want to do?"

"Now..." Meng Tanxi repeated and looked at Luo Qing, the words just now seemed to have emptied everything in Meng Tanxi, leaving only blankness and emptiness in these clear eyes. "Now, I want to go."

Luo Qing was silent, no one answered for a while, and there was a long silence.

"Then you go." Who answered, such a familiar yet unfamiliar voice.Luo Qing and Meng Tanxi turned their heads to look at the same time, the god in black was walking towards them, his face was unclear, followed by the old ghost messenger who followed suit.

Meng Tanxi stood up, without any panic on his face, but calmly: "Go? Where are you going?"

"You can go wherever you want, and reincarnation is up to you." Hui Mo replied.

"Are you willing to let me go?" Meng Tanxi looked at Huimo intently, as if wanting to laugh.

If in the past, Huimo would have smiled indifferently, calmly and elegantly when he hadn't heard the words of bloody heart, but now he can only turn his head away in embarrassment, "Yes, I let you go, you can gone."

"Why?" Meng Tanxi took two steps forward, Huimo's figure was engraved in his mirror-clear eyes.

Huimo avoided his gaze, forcibly resisting the desire to retreat.Why?He also wants to know.Maybe it's because I don't hate seeing his thin and lonely figure from a distance for 1000 years.If he didn't let him go, maybe he just didn't want to let him go. If even Meng Tanxi was gone, his mortal life would really be like a dream that only he knew. The tens of years in the mortal world only became real when looking at Meng Tanqing.The dodging eyes inadvertently saw the man in white standing quietly on the side, and the reason why he had a flash of inspiration convinced everyone: "Even Tan Qing wants you to go, so you can go."

Meng Tanxi smiled, Tan Qing, look, my thousand years of waiting are not as good as your words, how can you make me feel so embarrassed?How do you let me not complain or hate?It's just that now I don't even have the strength to hate. More than 1000 years are enough for me to be exhausted.It may be but a moment of time for immortals and gods, but it is my life of ten lifetimes.Huimo, I thought I fell in love with you for ten lifetimes at a glance.Look, is it enough?

Meng Tanxi backed away slowly, his eyes still staring at the god who refused to return him a glance, and suddenly he opened his eyebrows with a smile, as quiet as his smile, his last smile.He poured out all his joys and sorrows for him, shed all his tears and smiled all his smiles, and finally turned around without leaving any room... "Then, I'm leaving."

"Plop." One ghost fell into the river, and thousands of ghosts rushed.

"Tanxi!" the old ghost exclaimed, and Huimo suddenly turned his head, only to see Qianhun Wangui pulled down the pale figure that seemed to disappear without the wind blowing.At that moment, my heart was empty, and I couldn't think of anything.When the thoughts came back, a huge black figure rushed into Santu, with dragon head, antlers, lion eyes, tiger back, bear waist, snake scales, horse hooves, and ox tail, and the roar of the unicorn rang through the sky.

Meng Tanxi!Tanxi!

Santu River, which is far clearer than the clearest Linghua mirror in the world, who knows that the river is full of resentment and ghosts.The moment Huimo turned into his original form, he lost his square inch, his whole body was filled with immortal energy, and countless ghosts on the river screamed and fled. The familiar figure he had watched for thousands of years.Tanxi!Tanxi!The gigantic unicorn roamed around quickly, maybe it was only a moment and a half, or maybe it was already a mulberry field, Huimo only knew that when his eyes touched the figure that was slowly sinking like a leaf of duckweed in the bottomless Sanlu , My heart suddenly ached.

The old ghost messenger and Luo Qing stood by the Santu River, seeing the huge unicorn beast rushing into the Santu, a huge wave shot up into the sky, and the black-clothed god half-kneeled on the bank holding the pale ghost.

The lord of the underworld, Huimo, the ancient beast, the incarnation of the unicorn, is the proud son of heaven and is extremely noble, but some people have seen him panicked and embarrassed, maybe when he suddenly woke up in the underworld and rushed into the human world, but It must not be as it is now - drenched all over, helpless and panicked: "Tanxi, Mengtanxi."

Hui Mo hugged the thin ghost in his arms tightly, lost his clarity and sanity.At this moment, he still doesn't understand, why is this happening?Why did Tan Xi resolutely leave after talking about the blood dripping, you want to go, you can go wherever you want, I will let you.But why?Why would you choose to be wiped out.Tanxi, Tanxi, wake up, tell me.You tell me if you are unhappy, if you are in pain, tell me, what do you want, tell me.As long as you wake up, Tanxi, if you are unhappy, I will coax you.If you hurt, you can make me hurt even more. I will give you whatever you want.Tanxi, don't let me suddenly have no chance to make up when I start to feel sorry for you.

The haughty god finally lowered his haughty head and looked straight at the mortal who had been looking up at him.Meng Tanxi, I won't let you die, I won't let you die with all my might.Huimo lowered his head, a dazzling light flashed between his lips and teeth.Tanxi, I am willing to exchange half my life for you, can you wait a little longer for me?

The old ghost officer's eyes widened, seeing the extremely ridiculous scene in front of him, one moment he dismissed it, and the next moment he used his own inner alchemy to save him.Master Ming, should the old ghost say that you are too moody, or should you say that you are too persistent and lose.The old ghost is happy that you are finally willing to take a look at that stupid child, but he also pities you for suddenly realizing it at this moment, when it is too late.Yes, when it was too late, the old ghost messenger knew the moment he saw Meng Tanxi being carried up, it was too late.

In the Santu River of the underworld, once a ghost falls into the water, there are only two endings. Those with deep resentment will be trapped in Santu forever and become ghosts and cannot be reborn.As for Meng Tanxi, it was obviously the latter.Meng Tanxi could not be saved, even if Hui Moken gave him the natal inner alchemy, what was saved was just a body.

"Meng Tanxi, wake up." Hui Mo insisted on swallowing the inner alchemy for Meng Tanxi, but he couldn't feel it enough. The golden immortal power wrapped the cold ghost's whole body, sparing no effort.Huimo, the master of the underworld, murmured, "Wake up." Even if he didn't know it himself, he was just a little ghost, he was required to cultivate half his life, he was required to spare all his immortal power, his lips and teeth were required to tremble, and he was required to live and die for a moment. The calm and calm lord of Hades was trembling with fear at this moment. He was so scared, afraid of losing the person he held tightly in his arms.

Luo Qing pursed her lips, and sighed at Hui Mo's distraught appearance. As an outsider, he was undoubtedly the one who could see clearly among these few people.

"Lord Mingzhu, don't waste your efforts, Meng Tanxi is dead." The words came out, awakening Mingzhu who was in a dream.He had a fierce look in his eyes, "Who said he was dead? He..." The moment Hui Mo saw Luo Qing, his face suddenly turned pale.Her lips trembled: "He just fell asleep, he was too tired and wanted to rest for a while. Tan Qing, I didn't want to..."

"What do you want and what does it have to do with me? My lord, how come you are still in the fog of these two faces, and you can't tell them apart." Luo Qing obviously didn't care about Huimo's attitude towards him, and said slowly : "I remember Lord Mingzhu said that he fell in love with Meng Tanqing at first sight, and it happened that Meng Tanxi also never forgot you at first sight. What a coincidence. Master Mingzhu, did that smile just now have a tranquil youth? Tanxi also looks good when she smiles, not flamboyant or flamboyant, quiet and light."

Hui Mo froze, his eyes froze for a moment.Luo Qing turned and walked towards Naihe, with a distant voice: "Master Ming, for more than 1000 years, you really have never doubted who you pretended to be in your heart? Meng Tanqing, you let go, Meng Mengtanxi has been trapped for a thousand years, if it weren't for today , he mentioned it himself, are you willing to let him go? My lord, believe it or not, if it wasn’t for your last words, perhaps Meng Tanxi wouldn’t be so decisive. You gave him an infatuated answer the year before last, but It is his words that are not as good as Meng Tanqing for thousands of years. Huimo, how do you let him bear it? He has been with you for more than 1000 years, a mortal, and has been with you for more than 1000 years." Luo Qing closed his eyes as if sighing, he was pitiful That infatuated ghost may point out that this matter is the last thing his elder brother in the previous life can do for him.

The old ghost messenger shook his head, but with a sigh, he left softly.In the entire three-way trip, only the Lord of the Underworld and the corpse in his arms were left without looking good.

After a while, when Hui Mo came back to his senses, he only felt a bloody smell in his throat. He covered it with his hands in a panic, but before swallowing the scalding liquid into his stomach, he suddenly coughed violently, and the blood shot out like a blood arrow. It leaked from between the fingers, and the ground was splattered with blood spots.Hui Mo stared blankly at the blood on his hands, his eyes were blank.The handsome and unparalleled god suddenly aged at this moment. Black scales covered most of his forehead and face, and even the back of his neck and hands were black. It is not difficult to imagine how terrifying the scene would be under the black clothes.

"Meng Tanxi, is 1000 years really a long time? It's so long that you don't want to wait for me anymore. But you see that we have known each other for more than 1000 years, and you are willing to call me in front of others. But when I was thinking about you just now, I realized that I never heard you stop me and call me 'Huimo'. And I didn't even let you hear 'Tanxi'. Don't you like me? But why do I think about it and think about it? I went through everything I remembered, but found that there was nothing between us.”

He is as proud as him, but his eyes are red, and his voice is hoarse and painful: "How can we talk about whether we love or hate when we have nothing? Meng Tanxi, you don't want to tell me anything, whether you love it or not, even if you like it or not." I like you and refuse to tell me. I can't ask for it, I can't forget it, I can't let it go. Obviously there is nothing between us, so how can you give me these three sufferings? Meng Tanxi, I still have many, many words to say to you Said, so, even if your soul is really gone, I will find you back, up to 33 layers of heaven, down to 99 layers of mountains, I will find you back."

The black-clothed god walked away step by step with the dissipated ghost, his back was desolate but everyone was stubborn, and he heard him say from afar: "I'll wait for you to wake up, if you don't work for ten years, it will be a hundred years, if you don't do it for a hundred years, it will be a thousand years, if you don't come back for a thousand years, then Even ten thousand years, even 10 years, I can afford to wait. As long as you are willing to wake up, I will wait as long as you want, I will wait for you to wake up, and we will start again, okay?"

......

The stars and the years seem to be turning, the underworld is still a silent bustle of ghosts coming and going, and in the center of the underworld, the mansion of the Lord of the Underworld is still tall, majestic, lonely and desolate.

Hui Mo half-kneeled beside a bed covered with black ice, which used to be his bedroom, but now there is a silent master in this place.

The whole heaven knows the ancient gods and beasts. For a ghost, Qilin Huimo invited all the immortals from all over the world, nine states and Liuhe.pity......

Hui Mo gently stroked the ghost's hair, his eyes turned a thousand times, and there was a gentle and lingering smile on his lips. He called softly: "Tanxi." Lingling was like the ghost begged back then, "I have a secret to tell you. I have a secret with you. I said, in fact, the first person Huimo saw was called Meng, Tan, and Xi." He paused every word with deep affection: "Do you know that when Huimo saw that smile What did you think of? It’s a world of mortals, a quietness left alone in the world.” He sighed: “It’s really beautiful.”

No one answered.

Huimo was not annoyed either, he spoke softly and gently, as if the person in front of him would be blown away by him if he was a little more serious, "Tanxi, wake up, okay? I haven't had enough rest after sleeping for so long What? If it’s not enough, it’s okay, I know you’re tired, so who are you, I’ll wait for you, I’ll definitely wait for you.”

He muttered to himself, but a drop of water fell from the corner of his eye, breaking silently, and the god was ignorant, looking at the ghost, as if there was only one place in the world to see.He leaned beside the ghost, still full of tenderness, and murmured: "Tanxi, it's okay, you sleep, I'll wait... I'll wait. This time I'll wait for you, I will definitely wait for you. Let's start over, shall we?"

The author has something to say: Jiezhi made himself cry again. [Cover your face] This short essay is finally over.Scattered flowers~