There is darkness in the sky, and the five fingers are not visible.

Where am I?

In the dim darkness, the dark moon opened its eyes and found itself in a thick darkness, surrounded by quiet, no wind and no light, no stars and no moon, as if to the end of the world.

At this moment, she suddenly remembered that in that war, she was seriously injured and involved in the cracks of space-time, so now she is in a black hole.

The dream died, but it was too easy for her to die.

Think of the last words of the dream, "Mushami, I really envy you", can not help but sigh gently.

If she had not loved God, if her obsession had not been carved into the bone marrow like this, perhaps everything would have been different...

Unfortunately, there is no if in the world.

But none of this is a reason for the dream to kill.

Does love one person have to base suffering on others?Kill others?Is it possible to be happy with such happiness?Long enough?

However, since the dream is dead, let it go far away.

Now I should think about how to get out of here, her disappearance, the scene must be very sad!As long as you think of the eyes full of pain, the heart of the moon will be hard together.

Looking around, I found that the original she was covered with a defensive light cluster, a light white light, like a weak light in this dark space, a piece of white petals falling from above, and disappeared before it fell on her, like a dream.

Is that the power of drunkenness?

Drunk Ling Ling is really her star, several times to save themselves.

“Hold on...”

The wind raging outside the raging raging light.

“The Rumble...”

A smoldering sound, a whirlwind mixed with the power of space hit the defensive light group, but was blocked by the defensive light group outside.

“Hold on...” More hurricanes came, seemingly unwilling to be blocked outside.

The power of terror space raged and launched a more violent attack, but the defensive light group was as strong as a rock.

Mu Xiaoyue frowned, she fell into a coma this time is the defense of the light group to protect her, without this defense of the light clump, perhaps she has long been blindfolded by the force of space.

If you are hit by the power of space, even God, it is not good to deal with.

I don't know how long I've been in a coma, and my injuries have been healed, at least for a few days.

Otherwise, such a serious injury will not be good so soon.

Thinking half-sun, Mu Shuyue extended his hand to tear open the defensive light clump in front of him, but was horrified to find that the defensive light clump was immobile.

The sword in his hand was lifted and chopped out fiercely, but the space was as intact as before, and the sharp sword was cut down, like a sword chopping in the sea, stirring up layers of ripples, and dissipated in the air.

The space was as good as it was at the beginning, and everything was business as usual.

Mu Shunyue's eyebrows frowned more tightly, and her current strength could not do any harm to this space, let alone tearing time and space.

Unless you want to reach the realm of God!

Now she is the eighth heaven, and there is still a long way to go to be God!

Scene, wait for me!

I will definitely be back!

The black eyes flashed a firm light, sat cross-legged, closed their eyes, and began to cultivate.

The spirit of the dragon ate the dragon rose rapidly in the body, and the aura in the air quickly gathered around her and poured out into her body.

But the spirit here is mixed with the raging forces of space, inhaling into the body, like a whirlwind of terror raging in her body.

That feeling of tearing and inflating made her frowning painfully, but still did not stop cultivating.

She must cultivate as soon as possible before she can get out of here to see the scene, and their children...

...

Time is running out, years are running out.

On the top of the mountain, the man was like a white robe of snow, the dust was not stained, and a head of ink hair fluttering in the wind, the bruised and clear purple eyes of the past were covered with a bitter coldness, standing there like a demon god, motionless, as if to stand on the ground.

He held a small bronze tower in his hand, probably only as large as a slap.

Low eyes fell on the blue tower of the hand, "Daughter, it has been ten years, are you still alive?"In the past ten years, I have collected the materials that have been re-cultivated through the tower, and I have also collected the soul of the sky... but the sky is still very weak and asleep, but I believe that the sky will wake up soon... Madame, when will you come back?”

Since that day, when the moon had broken the soul contract with him, he never felt any breath of her, nor any news of her, as if she had thus disappeared from heaven and earth, and disappeared into the world forever.

And her contract with Tiange, Xuan Er, snow, Yuan cold, ice flame, Longting, Black Yu, Wuhai was also forcibly lifted by the moon at that time, in order to let them die innocently.

Moon she is always so stupid, in such a dangerous moment, what she thinks in her heart will always be the person she loves, the people she cares about the most, her good friends...

They were forced to cancel the contract, so they could not feel the breath of the moon!

Moon, are you still alive?

If you are still alive, why not come back?

Are you complaining that I didn’t protect you?

The moon is all my fault!I say to protect you, but I always let you get hurt...

Moon, as long as you come back, you can let me do anything!

Moon, do you know I’m waiting for you?Every day, every night, every second, we are waiting for you, thinking of you, reading you...

Come on, come back soon...

Ten years of life and death, do not think, forget.Thousands of miles of lonely graves, where to speak desolate...

But is there a distance between us and between us?

If you die, I will be willing to make a fuss for you, just to save your soul.

If not, I will go to hell to accompany you for the rest of your life, only to make you no longer alone!

I don’t even know where your soul is.

Moon, you know that the person I want to die is me!You did not protect me with your life...

The wind lifted up his white robe, and the shallow daylight shone on him, making him look more lonely and distressing at this moment.

Fu Bo had been quietly standing behind Naran's scene, feeling the sadness that filled him, and could not help but red eyes, and the master was thinking of the mother again.

He raised his hand and wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeves, slowly stepping forward, "Master, the little one has woken up, do you want to see her?"

“Is my mother awake?”Naaan looked back, astringent the sadness in his eyes, and looked at the fubber behind him and asked.

Fowper nodded, "Well, just wake up."