That pair of eyes, which used to shine more than the stars, is as dark as ashes. The chapped lip angle slightly tilted, hook out a shallow smile. Eyebrows clear frost like snow, Lang Yan unique, but the smile is so desperate, broken heart. He was hated by his parents and rejected by the world, such as a demon and a monster. He walked alone. But he did nothing, but he had to bear the deepest darkness in the world. He didn't even know what he was? Is it a human, a demon, a demon, or a monster that does not melt into the world? Luo Yunxiao closed his eyes and gave out a low, hoarse, bleak laugh like a trapped animal in his throat. But in a trance, he seemed to hear a distant and tearing voice roaring in his ear“ If you and I are of the same mind, then... Lend me your power for the time being... "" I, I don't want to destroy the world, I don't want to revenge mankind, I don't want anything... "" I just want to keep this woman in front of me! " Hold on to this woman? Which woman? Luo Yunxiao opened his eyes. A vague figure appeared in front of him. The spirit of the Yuan Dynasty is scattered and the skirt is stained with blood. It seems that it will disappear between heaven and earth anytime and anywhere. But Luo Yunxiao saw a ray of light in the vague figure. He is the only one who is faithful and eager to protect the light in his life. Dry lips slowly open and close, such as swearing, but also like the rest of life, let go of grief: "good, i... borrow... You..." as long as you can hold her! At least, there is a little value in his dirty and rotten life. So at least, he was abandoned in the world, also no regret. Humming, in the sea of knowledge, eleven Benming swords trembled violently, as if they were echoing something. The energy in his body flowed and dissipated like a spring, taking away his weak vitality. Luo Yunxiao slowly closed his eyes. Dong! Dong! Dong! That's when the bell rings. A huge silver moon rose into the night sky, nine stars shining. The white rain dripped down from the sky, wet his skin, soaked his blood, and penetrated his soul bit by bit. Luo Yunxiao opened his eyes and looked at the bright moon in the sky. Burn wounds on the back gradually heal. The pain of the body went away without a sound. I don't know when the lost life has returned to him, bringing him hope and faith to live. Melodious music gently ring in the ear, like a girl's voice over and over again. No, it's not just one voice. There are lots of voices“ Little martial uncle, your body is your own. Even if no one cares, you have to. Because if you take yourself seriously and abandon all your emotions and desires, no one in the world will really care about you any more. "-“ May the night of our life be long and free forever“ Little martial uncle, what's your real identity? Is there a strong enemy? What's your past? We don't care about these. We only know that you are the little martial uncle of all of us and a member of our xiaoyaomen. "-“ We want to tell the whole world that you are a member of our Xiaoyao sect and a little martial uncle of our Xiaoyao seven sons. " Luo Yunxiao suddenly closed his eyes. The rain fell on his face and slid down the corner of his mouth.