In a bar in City A of the OO Century, the flickering lights shone on Murong Xi's face from time to time. The lights on the pedestal were dim, making it difficult for people to see the man's expression clearly. "I found my sister." A deep male voice sounded nearby. Teng Qirui leaned on the sofa behind him. There was a hint of tension in his originally lazy sitting posture. Suddenly, there were screams one after another in the bar. The two of them looked up and saw a woman with a fierce appearance quickly stood up from another pedestal and walked towards the door. Standing in front of the door was a man with an outstanding figure and a sharp face. "Yan Heng, come here, I'm going to leave you alone." After saying this, she took the man's arm affectionately and walked towards the pedestal.
Yan Heng's pedestal became more and more lively. On the contrary, the pedestal where Murong Xi and Teng Qirui were sitting became gloomy after the men entered.
It has been a hundred years since Murong Xi and Teng Qirui heard from Luo Ning. Now this can be regarded as a bit of comfort. On that day a hundred years ago, the autumn rain fell, and the woman's eyes were filled with despair and disappointment like stagnant water. She no longer had the joy and joy when she first met her. Her dress was stained with blood, and blood dripped from her arms and fell on the stone steps. It was smudged in the rain, but her floating body walked resolutely towards the depths of the forest, and was never seen again...
After his thoughts came to an end, Murong Xi lost interest and put down his glass when he listened to the laughter at the pedestal, and walked out of the bar with Teng Qirui. Before opening the door, his eyes caught sight of Yan Heng, and his brows unconsciously knitted together, showing deep anger and disgust in his eyes.
Walking out of the building, the wind gently lifted the dark clothes. Murong Xi suddenly felt a heavy weight on his shoulders. A pure white hand patted him gently, and he saw Teng Qirui resting on Murong Xi's shoulders. "Let's go. Everything in these hundred years, oh no, thousands of years must have a result. If I can find my sister, then Yan Heng will be there soon." "Yes..."
After a hundred years of blankness, at this moment, they regained contact with their old friends and looked at each other in the moonlight...
Purpose: Thousand-Year Story