Amai Tori Girl

This was the second time for him to enter the sea of sprouts in dreams. A small plead full of sorrow and pain weaved its way into his soul. After a thousand years... he saw two white night cerus to appear in the sea again. The petals fell off one by one and the moment they landed on the surface of the sea, each of them bloomed into a new glimmering white night cerus. Blood!! Bright red blood was splashed out from his mouth across the dark pavilion which was filled with the smell of blood. For the past five hundred years, his spirit root was entirely broken...A thousand years ago...in the first century, he was unqualified to take even a slight rest whether day or night. He tried his best to find the last spiritual cognition of her! Cultivating the essence of flesh and blood into innate energy, nourishing five vital internal organs, breaking the lines of his 8 veins, he had at last found the burning soul collecting burner... But in the end, he even didn't know if her spirit root was collected by the mortal realm or not. He remembered that day, arrows filled the sky and his lonely shadow overlooked thousands of miles. Spring wind didn't understand the blessing of the rainbow. And just then he was swept by an invisible stream of air... He saw her to give up struggling and just letting herself sink into the bottom of the river of seven pigments. He saw how countless rough spirit blades split opened her skin... He wanted to perish with her... But it was too late to look back... She said with a fainted smile, "This pulse is already too restless to perish, my soul is already buried. You should know, I'm just a passerby." He believes if there's still a bright moon hung, in the sky of the river of seven pigments, then the way that moonlight shines at present is the same as it had in the past. Now, the smoke is getting thinner and greed is the one that stood out this time. Over the deep lake filled with reflecting water, will she ride over her sword again?