princess from the underworld

Chapter 510 text 519
"Where are we going?" After walking for a long time, Ziyan didn't know where they went. Whenever Ziyan went to a place, it was full of manjusawa in an instant. Ziyan suddenly felt a little fake, as if someone was there to control The switch, she turned it on as soon as she arrived, it was too coincidental to be a coincidence.

Of course, it's not that Zi Yan has never heard of the saying that no coincidence makes a book, so she didn't take it to heart.

Ming Zhaohua stopped, and put on that flat smile on his face again, he said with a smile: "How is it, was Second Brother handsome just now?"

Zi Yan rolled her eyes, and said in a strange way: "Your head is not caught by the door."

"Hey, a compliment will kill you, how can you say that your second brother is also known as the most handsome-"

"Yes, yes, the first decline, I know, otherwise why would I be so stupid to leave with you? Sure enough, I will still bring down others."

"Little sister, you are very rude!"

Ziyan grinned, swept away the depressed mood in the side hall just now, looked up at the sky, there was a gray area, and it was full of red manjusawa, it was strange to say, coming out of the Hades, Ziyan didn't see Manjusawa in other colors anymore, but the red ones were very prosperous.

She sat down on the ground, patted the seat beside her and signaled Ming Zhaohua to sit down.

Ming Zhaohua looked at her in surprise, she smiled subtly, he couldn't see what she was thinking, so he sat down.

"May I sing for you?"

"What?" Ming Zhaohua looked at Zi Yan in disbelief.

"Don't look at me like that, I'll be embarrassed, I'm not bragging, I sing very well, in the human world, I'm hard to find."

How could Ming Zhaohua not know that she sang so well?But she seldom opened her mouth. As soon as she heard that the guys in the human world had heard her singing, Ming Zhaohua suddenly felt a little jealous. He turned his head to look at her, and said against his conscience: "Don't be so scared that the flowers dare not bloom!" Just do it."

Zi Yan giggled a few times, and looked into the distance, where there was no border of red, but in her eyes, she seemed to see something special, her eyes were long and soft like water.

She opened her mouth slightly, and the first sound came out just like that.

"Is there any time left to look back and look at me again

I can't tell if the sky is a red cloud or a flame you lit

which life is the end

To realize but can't say goodbye
Is there any remaining fleeting years that have burned out and turned into longings?
Is it the destiny or the nightmare, the ashes of the robbery or the smoke you ignited
Which thought can never die

Is it Nirvana or Eternal Remembrance

Turning into the starlight of the western sky is the end of your reincarnation
How long does it take for the hourglass to flow from death to immortality
You gaze at my face in the next life by the Santu River

I planted a mandala to let the memories of my previous life sink deep
How many partings can ignite the flame of the sycamore branch
How many 500 years have I walked in the world
Who can remember the past when the mandala blooms

Whoever accepted whose calamity became whose obsession..."

Ming Zhaohua saw Zi Yan smiling, she smiled very beautifully, no matter in the past or in the future, he thought he would never see such a beautiful face again.

Everywhere that catches the eyes is bright red like a raging fire, burning fiercely, as if everything can be annihilated in such a raging fire, a drop of crystal teardrops runs down the face, infecting the blood red of this article, a touch of lightness and clearness His smile, his eyes as soft as water, everything is so peaceful, but why is he so sad?

"Is there any remaining fleeting years that have burned out and turned into longings
Is it the fate or the nightmare, the ashes of the robbery or the smoke you raised
Which thought can never die

Is it Nirvana or Eternal Remembrance

Turning into the starlight of the western sky is the end of your reincarnation
How long does it take for the hourglass to flow from death to immortality
You gaze at my face in the next life by the Santu River

I planted a mandala to let the memories of my previous life sink deep
How many partings can ignite the flame of the sycamore branch
How many 500 years have I walked in the world
Who can remember the past when the mandala blooms

Whoever accepted whose calamity became whose obsession..."

Ziyan sang softly over and over again, as if she would die if she didn't sing, did she exist just to make everyone suffer?

There are good secrets hidden in her, but she, as the person involved, has no way of knowing it, like a lonely boat with a dead lighthouse in the vast sea of ​​night, not knowing where to go, as if no matter which step she takes, it is wrong , but there is no retreat, forward, some people will suffer, retreat, some people will be bitter, what choice does she have?
The flowers bloom brightly, as if they are immersed in this endless sadness, swaying and swaying.

Zi Yan murmured, "Whoever accepted whose calamity and who became whose obsession..." Her voice was a little trembling when she sang this sentence, but she kept singing until she couldn't make a sound , even though the tears were falling, he smiled so much that it made people feel heartbroken.

(End of this chapter)