The vain river drifts with the unknown.

The little kid, who had eaten the character "Xing" for a hundred years, failed to swallow the falsehood and fell asleep again.

This awakening lasted for three hundred years.

In the 400th year, after it woke up, it did not giggle, nor did it chase Ye Chen, and walked out of the unknown step by step, making Ye Chen uncomfortable.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Not long after, there was a rumbling sound. It was a war, a cosmic war, which shocked the unknown, and lasted for a hundred years. Ye Chen didn't know who was fighting, Zhao Yun, Xiao Ba, or a young man in purple.

No one gave him an answer.

Waiting for the roar of annihilation, including the unknown and the universe, are all terrifyingly quiet.

Since then, I have never seen a baby for a thousand years.

Since then, there has been no young man in purple or the external universe.

Since then, there has been no eternal song.

Ye Chen's waiting is silent, blank, and dark. The ruins of cosmic civilization are buried with legends and myths. He is a desolate living creature and a spectator of history. From beginning to end, he is a witness.

boom!

The silence like death was finally broken by a rumbling sound.

There should be an explosion in the outer universe.

There is a halo that destroys the unknown inch by inch. Whether it is blank or dark, it ushers in a false end.

"Is this the real end?"

Ye Chen murmured to himself, he had embarked on his way back, and once looked back at the original time and space, even if it became unknown, could not escape the destruction, legends, myths, and the people, all became history and would be buried in boundless illusions.

His state of mind was sad.

Or maybe it was the world crying in the dark and there was no more home.

The ancient times.

On the top of the mountain, the truth was carved out, the expression was still so dull, the eyes were still so empty, and tears were hanging on the corners of their eyes, like crying walking corpses.

"Red Dust."

Chu Lingyu and Hong Chenxue both came forward and finally came back safely.

Then, Ye Chen walked out of Hongchen's body.

The empress instantly appeared, and the gods, Hongyan and Emperor Huang came together.

"How." The Empress whispered.

Ye Chen did not say anything, and he settled for three or five moments, looking at the heavens at one glance.

It’s better to have this time and space, with mountains, rivers and water, and fireworks on earth.

All this is thankful to the world. If it weren't for his reversal of time and space, there wouldn't be him now. Time is ruthless, memory is eternal, and that is his most precious treasure.

"The Eternal Song."

Three or five moments later, Ye Chen answered the Empress's question. This was the harvest he had obtained through time and space, and perhaps he could use the piano music to draw it out.

"Piano music?"

The empress had a pretty brow frowning, and the gods and the others also had a slightly frowning brow.

Zheng!

Ye Chen had already sat down and had a simple piano. Then, he heard the sound of the piano, ancient and melodious, and the vicissitudes were sad and cold. It spread throughout the ancient times and resounded throughout the heavens of all realms. Every beating note seemed to carry a story. The emperors were confused and the people were in a hazy state of mind.

This is the eternal song.

Ye Chen spent thousands of years on the original time and space to engrave.

Today is the first time I play it.

This eternal piano piece is still very beautiful. Even the empress is lost in her mind. It seems to have an ancient magic that makes her unable to extricate herself.

Even she is like this, let alone anyone else.

With the sound of the piano, many people subconsciously raised their hands and touched the corners of their eyes. It was moist. The song was so sad and cool that it was. They cried inadvertently.

But Ye Chen understood that his eternal song was far from it.

The sound of piano heard in time and space is really eternal. What he learned may be very similar, but he cannot learn a certain emotion and needs to be understood more.

"I am proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting."

The King of Humans sighed and finished, wiped away a handful of bitter tears.

He is still good, and many people still sobbed.

Such a scene was spread all over the world, with women crying, male cultivators crying loudly, even babies screaming. It was obviously an ethereal fairy song, but no matter how you listened, it was like a burial song, and everyone burst into tears.

"How many tears do we have to earn."

Xie Yun twitched his tongue, and he felt snot and tears, and he wiped Xiong Er's body.

“We can see.”

There were many murmuring on the Jade Girl Peak, and tears were all around the corners of the eyes of the girls. In the hazy, it seemed that they could see blurry pictures. Each of them had a back called Ye Chen, either moving forward alone or fighting against the Eight Desolates. Each of them gathered Ye Chen's life, with blood and tears, and every moment seemed to be eternal.

Not only are they, but too many people can see them.

The commander of the people carries the beliefs of the people, and his piano music is also full of the people, but this piano music is too sad to be performed by him.

Zheng...!

The sound of the piano has not stopped, but is still resounding, filling the world.

The God Lord sat down and said nothing.

The song was so sad that he could hear it, and he also had tears in his eyes and recalled the sacred mother.

Di Huang was also silent and listened quietly.

And Hongyan actually fell asleep listening to Qinyin and slept peacefully.

It’s not normal to look at the empress. Listening to the sound of the piano, he danced gracefully under the moon, like a butterfly, with a graceful posture. She danced beautifully, as beautiful as a dream, and as fantasy as a dream. She is the god of the emperor and the immortal of the gods. She is not in the world, nor is she contaminated with the dust of the world, and freezes every moment of eternity.

“Beautiful, so beautiful.”

The emperors looked stunned, especially the emperor in the Heavenly Court. Looking at the two epochs, it was the first time I saw the empress dancing. With Ye Chen's piano music, it was so beautiful that it was suffocating. The women in the world were all gloomy because of her.

"It's you."

Ye Chen murmured, when he was listening to the eternal song in time and space, he seemed to be able to see a beautiful figure. He couldn't remember it at that time. Now he saw the empress dancing, and the two figures were perfectly matched, the same gracefulness, the same dreamlike.

But how is this possible?

Originally, the empress was buried with the people in time and space. How could it be that she was playing the piano, and how could it be that she was dancing under the moon? It was inconsistent.

The emperor's piano sound has not stopped, and the empress's dance has not dispersed.

The top of the mountain seemed to be a world of two people, one played the piano and the other danced gracefully, with petals flying, and there were visions, and the dream was engraved with eternity.

What's weird is:

Ye Chen knew that he was playing the piano, but the empress did not know that he was dancing, as if he was a puppet carrying a thread, and Ye Chen's piano sound was that thread.

"Or, throw it over to a bed!"

Emperor Xuan stroked his beard and spoke earnestly. The couple had such a tacit understanding of their cooperation. Maybe there would be special activities later.

"Believe me, he has a bed."

The Ghost Emperor said in a deep voice, saying that Ye Chen was probably a large iron bed with dozens of people. It was prepared a thousand years ago. Who told him that his family had too many people!

"One quasi-waste is complete, the other quasi-waste is perfect, that movement..."

Emperor Darkness is also a talent with great imagination. If he shoots such a collector's version, his personality will be so dazzling.

"If you have a baby, who will be?"

The Emperor's mind is not ordinary.

The emperors who heard this were stroking their beards, but they never thought about it. They were Chu Xuan and Chu Ling's, tearsless, Ruoxi's, or the empress's.

"If this happens, the empress suddenly becomes a separation, how embarrassing it would be."

The God of Creation touched his chin, and his words made Emperor Dao F4 look sideways. This person seems to have the potential of Emperor Dao F5! He needs to be cultivated and cultivated.

It’s a blessing that the empress doesn’t know. If she knows it, it’s going to be miserable.

If these old and unruly people, one will be considered by the other, and they will be paralyzed.

"The emperor plays the piano? The empress is dancing?"

There were rounds of people coming from the gate of Taichung Wilderness. He heard Ye Chen's Qinyin coming. Seeing the scene on the top of the mountain, he couldn't help but be stunned. How could he be so good?

If they don’t make a baby, it will be difficult to tolerate!

"Make a baby."
To be continued...