Heaven Abandons

The way of heaven is ruthless, impartial and selfless, and the gods and gods are cold-hearted and silent. And I heard that only in the world of mortals, there are so many people who can't get rid of greed, anger, and ignorance, and can't overcome their delusion - crazy people. What I want to talk about today is an old story of love and sex in the deepest part of the world of mortals. What do you mean-- The melancholy of "The blue sky above is poor and the yellow spring is below, and neither place is visible"? Or is it the loneliness of "the bones turn to ashes and the head is covered with snow, leaving only the spring breeze in the world"? Or is it the regret that "dreams fade into flames and burn into flames, and hatred lasts for as long as every night"? ——After all, it's hard to get what you want. But there is an interesting story hidden in my heart, which happened when the world of mortals was the busiest and when love was the most entangled. It was originally two red threads intertwined, a match made in heaven. How could another thread be mixed in, messing up destiny and becoming an intractable knot? Who is the inevitable disaster? Who is the fate that cannot be obtained? This matter is a long story, so I won't elaborate on it for now—— Today I want to talk about two people. One is a prince who is respected by the world and was born under the care of a divine phoenix. His hair is dyed with frost and snow, and his eyes are made of purple obsidian. The other is a peach blossom fairy who is in love with Yao Tian and is not stained by dust. His silver threads are like the moon and his smiling eyes are full of spring. There are different roads in the sky, and everyone should go their own way—— Unexpectedly, God's will was written, and the most colorful destiny was used as a guide. They met face to face outside Wuling City, deep in the peach blossoms, on that sunny day with the wind blowing and the falling flowers falling like rain. The prince with frost-dyed hair raised his eyes and met a pair of smiling peach blossom eyes. At that moment, in his dead sea of ​​consciousness, a burning petal suddenly fell. From then on, there will be no rest in origin, and there will be no cessation in the birth of eons. Ordinary people say: Wuling Immortal Lord was free and easy when he was alive, and he died with no regrets. But who knows—— Underneath his coolness, there is a thousand years of loneliness buried, like snow falling on an empty mountain, silently accumulating. Whose name is engraved in his guilt-free heart, like a peach root embedded in his bones, where it will rest until his death? Dear readers, would you like to hear me tell you in detail the old story of the wind and moon, the dust, the snow and the spring? He was once the most dazzling star in Jiuchong Palace. The prince who was destined by destiny was supposed to rule the nine heavens and control the wind and clouds. But in a huge conspiracy, he fell into eternal night. When I wake up again—— Memories are like snow covering the wilderness, love and hate turn to ashes, and both closeness and distance are forgotten. The pair of violet eyes that once reflected the mountains and rivers are now empty and cold, as silent as the deepest sea, without the slightest ripple. Fortunately... My father uses mountains and rivers as a contract, and my best friend uses his blood as a lamp. Using warmth as a guide and patience as a boat, inch by inch, night by night, he can get out of the endless night and return to the world of fireworks. He gradually learns to be sad and happy again, can stare at a flower, and bow his head when a gust of wind blows. ——Until that day. Until the peach blossom fairy stepped on the fallen flowers and came with the beauty of spring. The clothes are passing by, and thousands of trees are blooming; wherever the eyes turn, the stars are about to fall. From now on—— The past is like snow falling silently, and this life is like fire burning the wasteland. Under the frozen soil, fate awakens; deep in forgetfulness, old oaths roar. When the thread of fate begins to extend, when the curtain of adventure and legend suddenly opens—— There is tenderness in the light of the sword, and the world of mortals can be seen outside the sky. The union made in heaven is like the snow melting in spring; the bond between life and death is like the vines entwining the trees. Their story is where the peach blossom begins—— At this moment, the page has just started. Dear readers, please calm down and listen to what I have to say. The Lord accepts, 1v1, HE - this is an everlasting commitment. My brushstrokes are sometimes as sharp and crisp as autumn wind sweeping leaves; sometimes they are as delicate and long as spring rain moistening flowers. If you happen to be in love with such a changing rhythm, you might as well stop and listen to my story; if you are not destined to meet it, I hope you can find the book that makes your heart beat as soon as possible. Concept: People do not exist to set off anyone else