Chaos begins to open, and all living things are gone.

This place is full of scorched earth, broken stones, and cliffs, without a trace of life. Su Caicai traveled all the way, without seeing half a piece of green, and could not hear any sound. Here she was only her own gasping for heavier and heavier, and her roar of sadness and despair. She shouted the names of others loudly, and the sharp roar seemed particularly empty and desperate in the quiet night. The heaven and earth were ruthless, and even the echo was stingy.

The only response to her was this endless length and overwhelming silence.

The darkness and the galaxy, scorched earth and broken pits, were almost suffocating.

It was like a person who was on the cold surface of the moon, desolate and decaying, staring at her only the vast Milky Way above her head.

There is nothing else besides this.

It seemed that she was the only one left in the world.

A lonely person.

Su Caicai shouted so hard that her voice was hoarse and her throat was dry, as if smoke came out of her throat, which was hoarse and ugly.

“…Where are you?”

Silence as dead.

Su Caicai's eyes were sour and astringent murmured.

"Qiongqi, Yingluo, where are you?"

It is surrounded by mountains and mountains. There are no trees, no water, no creatures, only scorched earth and huge pits. The scattered craters, cliffs, rifts and ravines, high mountains and deep valleys appear together, just like the chaotic prehistoric world at the beginning of the century.

Su Caicai didn't know how long she had been away or how long she had shouted.

There is no time, no life here, only the long night and the galaxy. Time seems to solidify here, still, and there is always the vast galaxy star in the sky, high above, looking down on Su Caicai.

Su Caicai's legs and feet were sore and numb, and she finally lost her energy and fell to the ground.

Raise a large scattered dust.

No one cares about it.

Eternal loneliness.

Su Caicai finally couldn't help it, lying on the ground and sobbed quietly.

"Where is this place? Why don't there be anyone?"

"Is there anyone? I'm here! Help, save me, save me..."

"...Master, where are you? The disciple can't get out, come and save the disciple, Master..."

Although she didn't want to admit it, when she was most dangerous and scared, what she remembered was the man's picturesque face.

Su Caicai's crying became louder and louder, from crying softly to crying loudly. Her voice had already become hoarse. At this moment, she seemed to know what else she could do for herself except crying.

Su Caicai opened her mouth, screaming at the top of her lungs, crying indescribable voice, letting tears flow into her mouth.

My eyes were swollen and my cheeks were hot. I was a little confused. I still felt that I was not crying enough. I was crying and screaming. A porcelain doll with plain white snow powder cried so much that I ignored my image. Anyone who looked at me would feel pitiful.

But the man who would pity her, the man who would hold her in his arms and coax her in a gentle manner...

It will never appear again.

Thinking of this, Su Caicai raised her tone and cried even more and more.

Crying is a way to vent your emotions, but not a way to solve the problem.

When Su Caicai cried so hard that she no longer had tears flowing out of her eyes, she gradually stopped crying. Her chest was undulating, and her physiological reaction was still there, she was squeezing her nose, and she swallowed silently, but the surging despair was completely vented.

After venting, there is a deeper despair and loneliness.

She leaned her head up and lay on the cold scorched earth, staring blankly at the starry sky.

The dark blue and purple night is long and the galaxy is clustered with nebula, like a deep ink-splashing curtain, outlined and smudged.

Su Caicai's eyes reflected the vast galaxy, and she was a little dazzled.

The ups and downs breathing gradually calmed down.

She can't wait to die here.

She, a person who is greedy for life and fears death, should be shamelessly swaying in the sun, telling everyone that she is living a good life.

Instead of dying alone in this cold and dark place, there is not even a person who collects the corpse.

She wants to survive.

Live enthusiastically.

Su Caicai slowly got up from the ground, her expression was dazed, her throat was dry, and she was extremely dehydrated. She reached out and pinched a water diversion test. It failed. She did not give up, sucked her nose, and applied several water diversion tests, but none of them were successful.

Su Cai's fingers trembled, and he casually pinched several magic tricks with higher success rates.

Failed, all failed.

Su Caicai closed her eyes and explored her soul, searching for her spiritual sea of ​​consciousness.

Open your eyes slowly.

All of this cultivation level is gone.

Su Caicai laughed bitterly.

Walking forward with your legs, I walked towards the stranger.

All she can rely on now is these two legs and a heart that is greedy for life and fears death and never gives up on life.

Time flies.

The wind and frost were written on her face. She didn't know how many years she had been hiking like this, one year, five years, or ten years? Su Caicai didn't know because there was only night and no day. Su Caicai couldn't see the morning sun and the evening fog, and couldn't tell the changes of time.

She watched her beautiful green skirt turn gray and ragged.

She watched her white and tender hands become withered, like an old woman in seventies, with dead branches and skin and skinny skin.

She watched her black hair as it looked like a waterfall became dry and dyed snow inch by inch.

There is no mirror here, and occasionally you can find a very shallow puddle. Over the years, Su Caicai has survived all over the puddles and the straw mushrooms beside the puddles. She accidentally saw her face reflected in the puddle, which was yellow and vicissitudes, like a female ghost, shriveled and ugly.

If it were ordinary, Su Caicai would definitely scream and stay away from the pool.

But at that time, Su Caicai was already numb.

As long as you can survive, what can this face be considered?

She just wants to live.

In the night sky, the stars shine with cold light, which looks particularly noble and mysterious in the dark blue and purple night.

Like diamonds, it has edges and angularity, cold and ruthless.

Never lend a helping hand.

Su Caicai is getting uglier and older, so old that she can no longer walk, panting, and every step she takes, she stops to rest for several minutes. She squats down slowly, looks at the eternal Milky Way in the sky, smiles bitterly, falls to the ground, stretches her tired limbs, lying quietly in the darkness, staring at the cold starry sky in the night.

The oil is gone and the lamp is gone.

She is so tired.

Not only the body, but also the mind.

She now realized that the colder than death is loneliness.

A person's trek, loneliness and despair, and coldness, she just wants to have a good sleep now.

Just die, she no longer cares.

Su Caicai looked at the ruthless galaxy in the sky, her consciousness became increasingly dissipated, and she slowly closed her eyes.

Sink into the darkness.

Someone is calling their own name.

Familiar light call.

It is so gentle that people want to make people cry.

"Su'er, don't sleep, wake up."

The voice was unaware of the male and female, as if he was gently stroking the hand between his eyebrows, gentle and gentle, like a lover.

With three points of teasing and seven points of worry.

"Su'er, don't you want to be your teacher? You will never see you as your teacher again after you die."

The voice was so gentle that Su Caicai's tears suddenly came out.

"You don't want me!" She closed her eyes, complained, and even cried: "You don't want Su'er first!"

When the voice paused, he had a nine-point smile in his mouth, and he was hoarse and low: "Yes, yes, it's your fault. Then you should get up now and teach your teacher a lesson. Don't sleep anymore. If you don't get up now, you will never get up."

Gong Jiu's voice became clearer and clearer.

"Su'er, aren't you the most afraid of death? Don't die here."

The gentle sound seemed to be a light in the darkness. She shook the clouds and saw the sun, cutting off all the muddy and dark thoughts of Su Caicai. Su Caicai sniffed, and her chaotic consciousness gradually became clear. She followed the light and slowly opened her eyes.

In front of me was Gong Jiu's elegant and handsome face, with his eyebrows swept over three points of charm.
To be continued...