Shi Wu Luo did not answer.

Qiu Bodeng didn't ask any more questions, and pursed his lips strangely... They were on the sea, Shi Wuluo knelt in the water and the moon, Qiu Bodeng was actually sitting on his lap, leaning in his arms, and the two were close to each other. Indistinguishable, even the slightest reaction can be detected. He couldn't help but slanted Shi Wuluo, Shi Wuluo looked away in a hurry.

He lowered his eyelashes slightly, still calming himself.

...If it wasn't for Qiu Bodeng sitting on his lap, would have believed it.

"open."

Qiu Bo Deng hit him with the shoulder, not angry.

Shi Wu Luo kept silent, let go of the hand on his waist, lightly on his leg, and Qiu Bo Deng got up. When the warm body left, the cold sea breeze poured into the gap between the two, Shi Wuluo relaxed a little, and at the same time was particularly lost.

In the heart, a handful of fire kept burning.

When Hongyi was about to leave, he instinctively stretched out his hand to hold him back.

Qiu Bodeng was grabbed by the wrist and had to bow his head.

Those silver-gray eyes looked at him, clearly reflecting his shadow, and the pale and handsome face had a vague look of daze, looking a little aggrieved... When he was drunk just now, wasn't he quite presumptuous? Who is wronged now?

Qiu Bodeng turned his head and didn't want to pay attention to him, his eyes swept across the dark blood stains on his shoulders, and he paused slightly.

"Really."

Qiu Bodeng scolded lightly, let him hold it with one hand, pressed the other hand on his uninjured shoulder, leaned down and kissed his lips like a dragonfly.

When he was about to get up to leave, the back ladle was grabbed.

Just as he was about to speak, his voice was blocked, and even his breath was taken away. Qiu Bodeng closed his eyes, his long and dense eyelashes trembled slightly, the crimson at the corners of his eyes became deeper and deeper, and the color was like a line, and it was full and about to fall. Shi Wuluo let go of his lips, kissed his eyebrows, his eyes, and kissed the water light from the corners of his eyes, as if to swallow all his tears.

No longer sad.

"Okay, are you a wolf?"

When he was about to kiss his lips again, Qiu Bodeng held his shoulders and scolded him with a slight breath.

When you bite into a piece of meat, you can't bear to let go.

"You came to the end of Cang Shui," Shi Wuluo said in a low voice, "I just want to die here if I can't get through it."

Get drunk and go to Cang Shui, Cang Shui buries cold bones.

So we have to come to the end of the Cang Shui, to the dividing line of the human world, to sing and dance under the moon, burn the last bit of life clean, and then sink into the bottom of the sea without a sound.

No one will be harmed, and nothing will be left behind.

Qiu Bodeng's hand on his shoulder stopped.

for a long time.

"Um."

He did not object.

The hunch appeared suddenly when he arrived at Chi Wu.

The moment Jin Wu Zairi submerged into the sea, darkness was overwhelming, and he suddenly felt that he was being swallowed up, and death was dragging him down. Zuo Yuesheng and their voices became far away. He could still talk to them, chat and laugh with them, but there was a transparent barrier that could not be broken through between him and everyone.

He was alone in the crowd.

He is going to die.

No one could save him.

Unexpectedly calm, walked down the long street with Zuo Yuesheng and the others as if nothing had happened, and stepped into the Qinlou which was full of friends. In the most extravagant and lively place, he counted his own death every second, and drank one cup after another. The spirits, one by one, drank all but nothing happened.

Like a person who freezes to death in a fire, cold from bone to soul.

Just get drunk and sing and dance.

Zuo Yuesheng and Lu Jing huddled at the exit of the alley to probe their brains. He leaned against the wall and laughed, thinking, the song is over, the dance is over, the fire is lit, and it's time to exile himself to a place without people. But he was not reconciled... He had listened to "Peacock Terrace" so many times in Qinlou, wandering and wandering again and again.

He is waiting.

Someone said he would catch him.

How far apart are Southern Xinjiang and Qingzhou?

He didn't know if that person would come, and he didn't know if that person would be able to arrive... Mountain flowers bloom year after year, but the old man may not always be there.

But that was the last ray of hope.

"You caught me."

Qiu Bodeng said softly.

Shi Wu Luo made a strange move.

He wrapped Qiu Bodeng's back, pulled the person towards him, and listened to Qiu Bodeng's heartbeat... As if only in this way could he confirm that the person standing in front of him was not a phantom. Qiu Bodeng felt the fingers holding his back trembling slightly, in fear, in fear.

He hesitated for a while.

Qiu Bodeng raised his hand and slowly hugged him back.

The night is cool, and the moon is like water.

……………………

The tide receded little by little, and the black stone stood on the beach.

Jun Changwei set foot on this isolated island hidden in the Cangming Sea, and from a distance, he saw the only small wooden house on the island lying crookedly on the ground, and most of the roof didn't know where it was blown.

The temple jumped, and Jun Changwei rushed out.

"Dwarf! Shorty!" He rushed to the side of the collapsed house, waved his robe sleeves, and swept the planks and bricks aside, "Are you dead?!"

"You're not dead yet, how could I be dead?" A thin hand stretched out tremblingly from the shards of the iron furnace, and with a "bang", pressed it to the ground, and the short and thin old man lifted himself from the ruins He pulled it out from the inside, and spit black charcoal out, "Lord, I'm still waiting to use your Tianling cover as a night pot."

"It's not certain who uses whom."

Jun Changwei heard that he was still able to roar with anger, and his heart was suddenly relieved, and he scolded with a smile.

"What's the use of thinking?" Laotiangong frowned, "I'm a blacksmith. You are a swordsman who lives longer than a blacksmith? Hey, I'm afraid it's not your brain."