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5. Shintoyama

Mount of God.

Unique: Love has millions of expressions

On the night when I died after he had appointed another woman, they bowed before the people, and we were alone in the cold palace with a cold little fox solitude.

The fox was the bride price he once gave me, when he was poor and said he’d fix me later.

And We accompanied him from the kings of the dead to the kings of the whole world, and when he ascended, he set up others as queens.

Let her wear the prettiest phoenix, and steal my fox skin cramps.

He just said he’d pay me one.

He doesn’t know I’m dead.

One.

My soul is in the middle of the air, and the cold is empty.

Fireworks have been set on fire from afar, and the sparks and the silver flowers are so hot.

And suddenly I felt depressed and lonely.

I lived alone in the mountains for more than a decade, never knowing that I was alone. It was Ji Hyun-tae who took me to the pyrotechnic world and turned and abandoned me.

I stayed alone, and I was alone.

I’m Fu-kyung. It’s a name. I don’t have a last name.

I was born in the Last Mountain, and grew in it. I met Ji Hyun-taek when I grew up in the mountains.

He said that he was the grandson of the Emperor, that the drought had struck him, that he was a traitor, that there had been chaos in the world, that there had been a sudden death, that the royal family had been slaughtered, that he had survived under the escort of a loyal servant, and that he was now the last of the royal family.

He said that he had travelled thousands of miles and mountains, and that he had gone to the mountains after numerous hardships, and had asked the goddess to come to the world, to help him take over the world, to calm the chaos, and to restore peace to the people and peace.

What is a goddess? People, what is it?

Then I knew that beyond the Last Mountain was the four seas of Kyushu, and that there was a rumour among the people that the Last Mountain was the Mount of God. There are goddesses in the mountains. The Divine Lady of the Mountain shall be in the heavens.

The people, who are outside the mountains, are the people who distinguish between the people and the Lebanese.

I don’t have a last name, because I don’t have any people. I only have myself.

I have never thought that there is such a high expectation for me from the outside that I am just an ordinary girl who knows nothing of the world.

But then Ji Hyun-taek looked at me and said I was his last hope.

And the Quigen of the Adventists, when they were young, were transformed, and the beautiful eyes of Dan were not able to hide indignity and anger, as a burning fire was set in darkness, burning the hearts.

I said, “Okay. I’m sorry.

Because he said that the Lebanese were dying, because he said that I was his last hope.

I followed him out of the mountain to a world completely unknown.

I have no divine power. I am only an ordinary man who knows not his own special place. I can only walk with him as he is, and eat with him the sorceress, and recruit with him, and rise again.

I was with him, and I suffered so much, and now I’m tired, and he’s going to give it to someone else.

Two.

I floated to the most popular temple, and the newly chosen Queen of Ji Hyun-tae Meng is testing for acceptance.

Red, beautiful red.

Reminds me of when I was married to Ji Hyun-tae, two men in cheap and inappropriate red clothes, which were dark and old.

As soon as he came to the end, he was a former patriarch who had been hunted down by the dead, and had been in exile with him for several years, having been a relative in a hut on the far side of the country, the only money left was for two of the cheapest weddings, without the conditions for a bride price, and without the geese, he replaced them with a little fox.

And there were no relatives or friends, and when they had been worshipping the heavens and the earth and the mountains, they were courteous, without blessings, without joy, not even a good weather.

It was pouring rain that day and it was leaking.

Even so, I never thought of abandoning him, and there was nothing to complain about, but it comforted him in the bitterness of his suffering: “When the fox grows up, we will surely be able to live in a house that is safe from the rain.” I’m sorry.

He was ashamed of me, promised to make up for me later and for a big wedding.

He broke his promise.

The fox has grown and the hut has collapsed.

We went through difficult times together and broke the Emperor’s capital, and soon he was about to rise to the throne, and the palace was full of dust, and it was as small as the rain.

But he promised me the crown and the radiant, but he wore it on others.

The grand post-election ceremony, with gold jewels hired, piled up on the ground, full of friends, the voice of blessings, ceremonial ceremonials, complicated processes, a day dedicated to the election of the King of Heaven, clear skies, and a moon high tomorrow.

It’s the same day, and it’s so much fun.

But I’m not half-connected, I’m a ghost, all alone in the corner.

As soon as the city broke down, Ji Hyun-tae was ready to rise to the throne in a crowd appeal.

And the maid of charismatic joy impelled me to prepare for my wedding and said that I was queen upon the throne, and that he would fill me with a great wedding.

They also said that the women who were outside the mountains had prepared their own garments and their personal belongings in order to be solemnized.

I did not understand anything, nor did I know anything, but I went around asking other women, and smitten my hands, and made a pair of them.

I do not understand why those who are outside the mountains do so when they enter into marriage, but they all do so, and I have to learn to behave in a clumsy manner.

“It’s a pretty good duck, but it’s the first bird.” I’m sorry.

I made a serious correction: “It’s a hyena. I’m sorry.

“What?” And the small color looked up in the eye, and looked left and right, and finally looked and laughed, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“You are the Queen’s Queen, and it is what you call it, and whoever dares to laugh at you and slap her in the mouth.” I’m sorry.

But I didn’t have time to show Ji Hyun-taek my hard-breeding ugly ass, and I was told not to.

I picked her up on the military road, and when she was starving, I saved her life. She was a child of a poor family who only knew that they were in the country with women to make their dowry.

She was also unaware that the dignity of a queen did not require a dowry of her own, and that hundreds of skilled embroidery women were luxurious and plentiful there at night.

Now, me and my ugly couple are really funny.

Meng Zheng has worn a bouquet of phoenix, a fine dress, and she has a beautiful beauty, and in the hymn of the Queen’s crown, Ji Hyun has slowly come in.

And now he is of great quality, and the dragon robe is so expensive and as to match Meng’s. It is not as bitter as when I married him.

Meng’s face is full of shame and he laughs at me, saying that my face has become a bit disfigured: “The concubines often regret meeting His Majesty too late, His Majesty’s youthful and old memories are all returned to his sister.” By the way, did His Majesty not want her alone? I’m sorry.

“What’s she doing? There’s nothing to remember from the day she was with. I’m sorry.

Monk pulled out a handkerchief on which I embroidered the ugly one, and some of them said, “This is from my sister. She must have blamed me. I’m sorry.

I was surprised to see her hand of a pap, sweeping the crowd, and looking at her in the corner.

It turns out that Xiao Chao betrayed me and gave my embroidery to Meng Yi and turned it into an insult to my soldiers.

Ji Hyun-tae asked Meng to throw away her pa and comfort her with words: “When the ceremony is over, I will take you to her account.” I’m sorry.

Meng Yi threw the plaque with his hand, with his eyebrows, and the bottom was full of gloom and contempt.

I floated out with the pie and tried to get it back.

Even if it’s gross and ugly, it’s nothing compared to the essence of the embroidery that nobody cares about, but it’s the first thing that I’ve done with so much thought, and it’s different to me.

In vain, I caught my hands through, I couldn’t catch them, but I could only watch it be blown out into the corner and trampled on by the people who travelled.

I lost my way around.

Today is the day of Kiki Qui Qui and Meng Qi Qi, the most important part of which is the pilgrimage of two people to the high tower.

The crowd is boiling, hooray.

We heard them say, “The queen is a god of nine days, born of nobleness, beauty and knowledge, and a nation of fallen folk and raised up again, and beautiful and above the king.” They’re a couple.

“But isn’t the king’s original? The first one, the one called the goddess. I’m sorry.

“How can you be compared to Queen Meng’s, when you are of low birth and you are guilty of evil?”

I’ll do it.

Yes, it is now in the eyes of the world that Meng Yi is the goddess.

The Mon family was a great family from the former dynasty and, as the most beloved daughter of the Mon family, was of noble birth and knowledge, and was dubbed “Ming Ju” in a world of chaos.

Soon after we got married, Ji Hyun-tae began recruiting, and he used my name as a goddess to attract many wise men.

Later, it was discovered that I was nothing but a peaceful young girl, with no imaginary lawless power, and a great difference.

There were also rumours that I was not a real goddess, disturbing the heart of the army under Keegen’s command. As the rumors spread, many of the people known as “the true goddess” came out, I began to make themselves known among the “false goddesses”.

Later, the Meng family said that her daughter was born with flowers and birds, and that when she was born, there was an old road passing by, saying that she was extraordinary.

The Meng family did not make a direct attempt to steal the name of the goddess, but only invited an old man to act as an old man and perform a play in front of everyone.

Then the people began to say, “The Mon family is the true goddess.”

She was a noble, beautiful, gentle and elegant woman, in keeping with all the illusions about the goddesses, and gradually Meng Yi became a god of the world.

And I, in the eyes of the outsiders, am a lonely girl with a low identity who can only make people laugh at what they do.

Those who think that the goddess is only a fabricated cynicism, which belongs to whoever takes it.

He’s the only one who knows it’s true. He brought me out of the mountain.

But he didn’t help me to clarify it, because it was time-consuming and useless.

He has achieved his goal by using the name of “the Goddess of God” and has taken the lead. It doesn’t matter who’s behind it. He only thinks it’s ridiculous for the group to fight for the name of a goddess, so I don’t have to look at people.

They’re talking gold, they’re ruining their bones.

But he’s not the only one talking about war.

Six.

At that time, I couldn’t convince the people that I was a thief, so when I thought I was in trouble and wanted to take someone to him, they thought I understood something, and it must have been nonsense.

No one wants to be with me, I have to take a horse to get there alone, and I did see the enemy ambushing the team with Ji Hyun-tae.

I did not know that I had so much courage to draw a man away from the enemy and to be surrounded by evil and evil.

The smell of blood is so high that it makes me sick that I can’t stop it.

A bunch of men laugh and say I’m not pregnant.

I just found out.

I’ve never had any compassion for the world, and I guess I’m pregnant, but I’m still looking at you.

I was scared, and I took a knife to my face, and my face was sore, and my blood was so blurry, and they said, “Look, it’s disgusting!” I’m sorry.

A group of people who had their stomachs cut, small months, naturally nothing, bleeding and stained the snow.

The enemy laughed and was bored and finally walked away.

They didn’t think I’d survive, and I didn’t.

But think of Ji Hyun-tae, who is unaccounted for and whose life is unknown, and I’ve been confused for a long time, and I wake up with my teeth, and I’m kind of wrapped up, and I’m looking for him.

Snow’s been down all along.

Blood is hot, snow is cold, mixed, cold and conscious.

I looked for Ji Hyun-tae in the snowy winter with a stingy snowstorm. He was seriously wounded and dying. I cut his hand to feed him with blood. I pulled him back from the gates, dragged him back with a thousand holes and lost his blood and stunned, and moved him in a coma to a broken temple that barely stood in the snow.

I went out looking for a burning and dry branch, and when I came back, I saw Meng Yi’s wagon passing by and Ji Hyun-tae waking up.

When he woke up, the first thing he saw was Meng Yi.

And Meng Yi lied that she saved his life.

Ridiculous. Who saves the life of a man whose heart is pierced and dying, how precious every drop of blood I give him.

I’m the real goddess, my blood, the dead, white bones.

He found this, except for me, only he knows.

Such flimsy lies are full of lies.

But Kiki Hyun-tae smiled softly at Meng, saying she had been grateful for her life.

Then We explained to him, in a clear and clear manner, what was at that time. He was only frowning, and he touched my head, and groaned: “You have changed, and you did not slander others for your work. I’m sorry.

I suddenly lost my desire to speak to him and went to the doctor alone.

The doctor said I was pregnant, but it’s gone and I’ll never get pregnant again. I’m afraid I’m going to get sick, I’m afraid of cold, I’m not getting enough blood.

The doctor looked at me nice and said you had to take care of yourself.

I cried and said, “Okay. I’m sorry.

And all that We had said before was to him, except that he had hidden it from him, lest he should be distracted, lest he should fear Me.

Now it really looks like it’s a big deal.

Since then, the two of them have slowly come together. By the time the last three points were about to collapse, the family had fallen to Ji Hyun-tae.

Kiki Hyun-taek wiped out the other side and became the last winner to end the chaos.

When he is weak, he needs me to stand by my name and by the name of the orphan of the Pilgrimage, and now he is in great power, and my presence does not seem right.

She’s not the same, she’s the Mon family behind her, she’s the godly woman in the eyes of the world, she’s the smart one and she’s better suited to be a queen than me.

She deserves more than I do now.

After all, he is now the 9-5.

I’ve lost face and he’s still handsome.

When two men retreated from the people’s pilgrimage, and came to the Phoenix Palace, and Meng was sitting on a bed full of peanuts, ashamed to drink and drink a drink, I was sorry to say, “It’s no trouble for His Majesty, who has not given birth to His Majesty for a year and a half after all these years, and his concubine loves Toko and Dafu. I’m sorry.

“Why?” I’m sorry.

Meng Yiu: “If your sister gives birth to His Majesty, there is no need for her to be alone in the Cold Palace, will His Majesty ever remember anything? I’m sorry.

“I don’t need her children.” I’m sorry.

I had no intention of listening to them continue to talk, drifting out on the roof, and then I saw the people running out, and Color went to the remote corner and picked up the pap and photographed it.

She went to the Cold Palace with a food box, and I followed her, and she stopped at the door, and she shouted, “Mama, I brought you hot food.” I’m sorry.

It’s been a long time. There’s no movement in there.

It’s like someone inside knows to be betrayed and blames her.

“Mama, people go up high.” Don’t blame it on your power position. I’m sorry.

After that, leave the food box and the pappy outside the door and turn around.

I watched her walk away.

Yeah, I didn’t hold on to anything, not only to Ji Hyun-seo, the queen, but even the little fox and myself.

He was the wife of the wicked, and he only named me as a princess when he took over.

Your Highness, you are only a concubine.

And, sadly, I’ve been a princess for less than a day.

The night I was named Princess Meng Yi came to me.

She was promoted by the people as a nine-day goddess who saved the world for so long that she did not believe in it, nor did she wear it as a fairy.

It’s a beautiful white dress.

She looked at me with mercy: “You should be the queen. I’m sorry.

I don’t know what she meant to look at her with a little vigilance.

It seems as if Meng Yi was sorry for me, and a pitiful spirit of pyrotechnicism: “I am the most beloved daughter of the Mon family, and it is no harm to me that this queen is a queen.” You’re different. You have nothing but Ji Hyun-tae. I’m sorry.

And she lifted up my hand, and said, ‘Foot, when I met my brother, he would certainly say it.’ I’m sorry.

I wanted to get out of her hand, and when I spoke, Meng Yi suddenly put a dagger in my hand and stabbed her in the stomach.

She looked at me, and she looked at me, and cried out, “I said I was not interested in the Queen, why did you kill me?”

She said she left with fear and came with her to surround me.

I still have in my hand a blood-dropping dagger in the middle of the crowd, all alone.

Turn your head and see Kiki Hyun-taek coming.

I looked at Ji Hyun-tai and said, “I didn’t…”

“Your Majesty, my master spoke to her in good manner. She was jealous of my master, and suddenly she hurt someone, so she stabbed her. Meng Yi’s handmaiden broke me up and told him.

Meng’s weakness lies on her handmaiden, bleeding in her abdomen, injured in her white dress, unheard of. Her fear has been taken away and calmly exhorted:

“Your Majesty, it is the concubine who takes over her Queen, and blames her not for her resentment, but for herself. “The words of the handmaiden are stymied.

So she came to frame me.

She came to show her identity and the importance she attached to her.

With a gentle, compassionate gesture of a goddess whose mouth says it doesn’t care about the Queen’s place, his actions are fought and robbed.

Meng Yi has always been such a man, with dignity on his face, masturbating civilians behind his back, crushing people of his own ethnic group, obscenity and hypocrisy.

As at first sight, she said she saved Ji Hyun-tae’s life.

Now that Meng Yi has set me up, Ji Hyun-tae looks down at Meng-tae’s wounds and laughs at me and asks, “You think you can be queen if you kill her?” I’m sorry.

I suddenly felt a pain in my heart, and when I suffered, I didn’t feel my voice down, so I explained it clearly: “It was she who deliberately stabbed my hand and showed it to you, and I didn’t mean to kill her.” I’m sorry.

But he didn’t hear it, and he said, “Throw the princess into the cold.” I’m sorry.

I looked at him, and I fell down with tears.

Explain it more clearly. He does not believe in me, nor does it help.

Last time, this time, too.

The choice of the person who was not to be trusted was so frustrating and sad.

Eleven.

I walked quietly into the Cold Palace and took nothing but my little fox.

It was another year of winter and snow, when the broken palaces were leaking, and there was no coal fire, cold and stingy, and my bed was thin, and I had fallen from the roots of the disease, was afraid of cold, fell asleep with the foxes, and felt extremely insecure.

The fox is good, lying in my arms, and we take a little warmth from each other.

I seriously shoveled the grass out of the courtyard and planted it in the end.

It’s a unique flower, pure white, a little bit of ice blue, like a moon, and it looks mysterious and purified, and it’s out of the mountains, and Kyushu’s four seas, and it can’t find a single flower. Unless I plant it myself, but when I’m not there, all these flowers will die.

And the last flower, in the name of Bliss, and peace, and the cleanness of the rivers.

After all these years, even when you’re in exile, you’re not long away, and every time you go to a new place, I’m tired of growing beautiful ice blue flowers.

I have taken every place of Ji Hyun-tae to become a family, full of blessing and gods, and become a habit.

But now this is for my own sake.

Wherever the mountains may be, the flowers are always in the direction of the mountains and point me in the direction of the real home.

After a while in the Cold Palace, Ji Hyun-seo came to me and asked me to put a bowl of blood on Meng Yi to cure the wounds.

Because it’s nearing the big event, Meng Yi is still incomplete, affecting the post-election ceremony.

I do not want to say, “Why should I waste my blood to cure her little wound, because she is not mine or even someone I hate, and my life is not in danger?”

The blood of the Goddess is precious, not wasted.

Ji Hyun-tae threw a dagger at me, and there was no face on her face: “She has been in a bad sleep these days, only a bowl of blood, and you have caused your own injuries, so make amends.” I’m sorry.

I didn’t do it.

I’m feeling weak and tired, and I don’t want to talk about it anymore.

I didn’t want to stand still with him, and the fox snuck to his feet to snuggle, and Ji Hyun-taek lifted it up with his neck and took a look at it, and it was a little loathsome: “Why do you keep this beast?”

The foxy little foxy twists up in fear.

I was afraid of him, lest he might harm him, and went immediately to hold the fox in my arms, and whispered, “I promise you. I’m sorry.

He frowned and looked at me as though I was alert, and put down my hand and said, “I am not threatening you with it.” I’m sorry.

I was silent, and I picked up the dagger and cut open a long mouth, bleeding out and dripping into the bowl.

He took the bowl of blood and mixed it in.

However, it did not work, it had to be fresh, so he took me to her palace while Meng Yi was asleep and put another bowl of blood in it.

Her palace is so warm.

Because of the coldness of the bleeding limbs, I unmasked the gauze next to the old wound, scratched a new wound, and watched her drink my blood, and the naked eye was red.

I’m pale and my hands hurt.

Kiki Hyun-taek, do you know…

I’ll hurt too.

On the eve of the Great Episode, Meng Yi was well, and I heard that I used the secret rule of law to thank her.

With a bunch of ragheads, I’ve barely been able to feed myself.

And when she said a bunch of great words, which seemed like thanks, and she was proud, she found the little fox I hid: “Oh, what a lovely white fox! I’m sorry.

He said that, despite my resistance, he had fallen out of the basket of little foxes, and the foxes had fled to my side, and had their feet lifted up.

I’ve seen a lot of pain, pushing them away to hold the foxes and to watch with vigilance and hostility a group of impassioned guests.

Kiki Hyun-taek was here, and Meng-taek pretended to like little animals, asked me for this one, had a chief of staff, and he left in a hurry to decide the fox’s whereabouts. “It’s just a little animal. You like to hold it for a few days. I’m sorry.

Say it and go.

And as soon as he left, Meng’s gentle and noble smile cooled, and pushed me away, and took away my fox, a face, and evil: “You see, he was so indifferent even to your marriage. He doesn’t care about foxes, but you. I’m sorry.

I was pushed hard and my head was on the wall and I fainted.

Wake up, it’s been a while.

It’s late, and the wind is whistling.

The beauty of the last flower is so thin that I’m alone and lying on the ground, and the ground is so cold.

The fox is the last warmth left in this cold world.

I’ll find out. Today’s the day of the ceremony, three days and three nights in the palace, and the night’s light is on fire.

But it’s not about me.

I must have found a white hair in a small, unobserved bush outside Monk Palace.

I fell, I fell, I fell in the grass, and when I saw the little fox in the grass, the tears fell.

The fox is dead, stripped of the softest skin of his abdomen, twitched, and must have been afraid of pain before he died.

I cried and held it up and filled it with ice.

I cried and walked back to the Cold Palace with my fox, and I said to myself, “We’re not here. I want to go home.” I’m sorry.

“I want to go back to Shintoyama. I’m crying.

As soon as I reached the cold palace, my feet were softened, and I brought the foxes back to the side of the ground, and I took out the remaining seed of the last flower, and I opened the veil of my hand and poured it with blood.

The flower will always guide the mountain for the goddess.

Usually, it’s blood, but I’ve tried for a long time, and none of these seeds react.

Perhaps it was I who was so bloody, sore, sordid, so malicious that I was no longer as holy and pure as I was.

Mount of God, stop me.

The goddess can no longer grow the flowers.

My abdomen are in pain, and I can’t help but fall down on the ground, squeezing around a cold little fox and whispering, “I can’t go back.” Foxy, you’ll never get back to the mountain. I’m sorry.

Fireworks were fired from a distance.

They bowed down to the people, and we were alone in the cold palace with a cold little fox.

I was too weak, too naive, too trusting in Jigenza, and I watched what was mine, and left me.

I spent the night standing in the snow outside the cold palace, and it’s better to be a ghost than I’m no longer afraid of the cold.

It’s not good that I’ve always been distracted by something, and I’ve never felt like I’m going around him.

I saw Meng’s furnace covered in white fox hair.

Ji Hyun-tae saw it too.

Meng’s guilt and fear: “The beast bites his concubine, who can’t stop him from making a condom.” Your Majesty’s wife killed your sister’s treasure?”

Kiki Hyun-tae doesn’t care, he says, “Just make it up to her. I’m sorry.

A fox of similar colours came to me, said it was compensation, and two men sent their heads to the Cold Palace as if they were after me.

Yes, he promised to take Meng Yi to settle my debt.

Before the door, the eunuch shouted “The Emperor is here”, and no one came to pick up the driver.

Ji Hyun-taek’s hand-showing the eunuchs, standing in front of the door, with his eyes thinning, did not feel the feeling of distant alienation, and his voice was light and unemotional.

“You’re angry with me?

No one cares about him.

Ji Hyun-tae pushed gently and the door opened.

In a small courtyard full of snow, there is a broken and broken ice-blue petal, lying in peace with a convulsed man, covered in snow and frost in his eyebrow.

Apparently it has been a long time.

The crowd was horrified by Meng Yi outside the door.

Only Kiki Hyun-taek is standing in peace, even more so than just now, without a wrinkle from the beginning.

He tarried in front of my body, fixed his hands as long as jade, drew a little bit of snow on me, swung the face of the dead white, and looked at my face in depth, and could not see his eyes.

The ink-colored eyes, a moment of red, but soon they disappeared.

He had no face, and he was like, “Will you die, too? I’m sorry.

I’m angry at that. I’m not a copper wall, I’ve had a re-emergence, I’m cold, I’ve lost so much blood, I can’t even die if I’m hurt and have no will to live.

Naturally no one answered him.

Kiki Hyun-tae is back on his feet, cold, cold and quiet, saying, “Just as the palace says. I’m sorry.

I’m not going back.

After I died, Ji Hyun-tai went to bed as usual, as usual, and at the usual rate, he ate and slept as usual, and in a few days he went shopping with Meng-gu’s clothes.

When the street was full of flowers and Meng looked at a lotus lamp, he bought all the money with the lotus flowers, so that the guards behind him would take one each and laugh at it.

They’ve gone far, and I’ve stopped in front of the lamp stand and looked at a rabbit lamp in the corner, and it’s a little sad.

It’s like a long time ago he said he’d buy me a rabbit lamp when he had the money.

I didn’t want to follow him, and I was forced to follow him, and I dragged them all the way down the street, and I went back to the palace at night, and Ji Hyun-tae was watching the piles of coupons.

I was in the beam, and I was interrupted by a beautiful voice.

“Oh, why is there a little goddess here?”

And when I looked at the other side of the beam, and she leaned on a red-clothed beauty, she seemed very curious to me, and she flew around me several times, and suddenly he looked at me, and said, “No, you are not like him. I’m sorry.

I’m a ghost myself, but I’m still afraid of ghosts, and I’m nervously moving away and whispering, “What are you talking about?” I’m sorry.

“You’ll know later. I’m Monk. I’m a nightmare. What’s your name?

“Voice. I’m sorry.

And Monk held me with warmness and affection: “Hey, you want to know what this man is dreaming about? I’ll show you.” I’m sorry.

“I don’t think that when I look down, I find out that Ji Hyun-tae fell asleep and didn’t finish, he was dragged into his dream.

Not a rare dream.

It’s all a little old-fashioned.

As soon as I got out of the mountains, I was curious about the world, flying over a dragonfly, and I was excited to talk to Ji Hyun-tae:

“Ki Hyun-tae, I saw a bug with bigger wings than the body. What is that? I’m sorry.

In my memory, that time was rare and happy.

But now that I’m looking at it, I realize that Ji Hyun-tae has been giving me a hard time, and he doesn’t care, “What’s good about bugs?” I’m sorry.

I have not been able to respond, for a long time, and I will not ask him any more, and I will observe it in silence, and I will crawl and adapt.

Passing through a city celebrating the night, I saw the girls with flowers in their hands, and suddenly they raised their childish minds, and I looked eagerly at Ji Hyuntai.

“Ki Hyun-taek, why do they have beautiful lights? I don’t. I’m sorry.

Ji Hyuntsu touched my head: “Foo, we’re not entangled enough to buy this useless thing. I’m sorry.

I lost everything. I’m sorry.

Maybe it’s a pity that I’m lost, and I’ll buy it later. What style do you like?”

And I was happy, and I started it in a strange way, pointing at the Jade Rabbit, and I said, “I want rabbit lights, cute.” I’m sorry.

Ji Hyun-tae said, “Okay. I’m sorry.

And as soon as he waved, he bought Meng’s luxurious lanterns from the stand, and then in the dream, there was me.

He was standing alone, looking at the rabbit lamp in the corner, with his hair wired.

She and I went back to the beam.

He’s awake.

He dreamt of being with me today.

It’s late.

Ji Hyun-seok slowly opened his eyes, and his dark eyes were colder than this night.

I dragged her into the shadow of the corner, and darkness made me feel safe. I asked her, “How did you make him dream of my soul?”

She smiled, shivering: “We have nightmares that feed on joy and joy in our dreams, which only induce dreams, but which I cannot control. That’s what he thought, just like reality. I’m sorry.

I let her go, and suddenly I feel a little sad.

So he can guess how I’m going to fall, so he knows everything.

He’s just, indifferent.

Kiki Hyun-tae woke up and saw no nightmares, and he continued to look at the coupons with his face. It was too late for him to see them.

But he pushed the door open and whispered, “Come out of the palace.” I’m sorry.

He went out through the small gate, followed only three or two followers, and found the house of a lightsmith in the middle of the night, and the family was afraid to greet him.

Ji Hyun-tae sat on the top of his head and played with a light for a long time without an expression: “I would like you to make a moon rabbit lamp.” I’m sorry.

The craftsman had a cold sweat. He was just here to buy the light. He made an exceptionally delicate rabbit lamp out of his mind.

Ji Hyun-tae took the lamp, went back to the palace, wandered all the way to the gates of the Cold Palace without realizing that he was standing in the snow for the second half of the night and finally pushed the door at the dawn of dawn.

The door was empty.

His pupils fainted as if he had been awakened.

It is like an empty face, with a complex appearance of God, and finally with restraint to calm, to the extreme degree of ludicrous calm.

He slowly rips out the rabbit’s lantern, bit by bit, shredded, low, cold voice:

“Death will die.” I never liked her, never. I will never care that a useless pawn will die. I’m sorry.

Maggie says he’s insane.

I’m afraid to squeak.

Because I think I’m the one who’s sick.

Turns out in his eyes, everything was just being used.

From the beginning to the end, when he looked at me in the eye under the foot of the mountain, it was an ulterior attempt to exploit the love and love that he had said were lies and lies.

The suffering and hardship that I have experienced are true.

I’m so stupid.

Ji Hyun-tae has been able to seal the cold palace and has never stepped in.

It is still normal to go to bed every day and eat and sleep as usual.

At the time of the meal, Meng Yi had taken a small and gentle piece of fish for him, and Ji Hyun-taek had a moment of invisibility.

I don’t know if he remembered me that moment.

There is no living thing but me and the flowers of the mountains, and I do not need to eat on them, and I have come out of the land of the mountains, a year of great drought and famine. The flesh, especially fish, was precious.

I didn’t know it had pricks.

He didn’t have time to pick it up, and I was so excited that I got stuck.

It took a lot of effort to get the prick out.

Since then, he hasn’t let me eat any more fish, and he doesn’t eat much with me.

Meng Yi did not know his preference and offered to be so diligent that he wanted Ji Hyun-tae to arrange a fatty for her impotent brother.

Kiki Hyun-taek only met for a while, did not show anyone around him that he liked or did not like it, and the way he ate the fish, he did not hesitate to respond to Meng-gu’s request.

He then wandered outside as usual, ran into my coffin and was rushed to bury by several eunuchs.

Ji Hyun-tae called out to them, and it was a little displeasure to stare at the rough coffin: “Why not use it better?”

And the eunuchs kneel down and explain with fear that this is the law of the cold palace.

Ji Hyun-tae is silent.

He said, “The best. I’m sorry.

The eunuchs carefully asked if she had followed the princess’s rules. Ji Hyun-taek vetoed.

The eunuchs hesitated for a while and wondered: “Is that by the Queen’s rules?” I’m sorry.

“At the highest standards, Kiki Gen-tai stood in his eyes and saw the shadow of the crow’s eyelashes. I’m sorry.

The eunuchs were staring up in the eyes and shivers.

The highest specifications, higher than the Queen, are only the rules of the emperor.

She also looked up and whispered to me: “This scum is a man of some conscience.” I’m sorry.

And no one will see us, nor hear us, and she will speak with me, comfortingly: “I have been here long and long, and before this palace was built, I have been here for thousands of years, a thousand years, a thousand years, a thousand years, a thousand years, a kingdom, and no emperor will ever allow it, or even ask the Princess to be buried in the king’s name, and to sit on his side. I’m sorry.

I was very quiet: “It’s too late to know a conscience until I die.” Besides, I’m not his concubine. He’s abandoned me. I’m not his wife, I’m his concubine. I’m sorry.

The regime was temporarily changed, was known to the harem, and was met with opposition from all the people, who said that it was against the rules, and Meng-gu was so angry that everything in the palace was smashed.

Ji Hyun-tai ignored them and left them hanging.

When it was a bit of a lie for everyone, the first minister suddenly turned to the wind and took the lead in changing his mouth, saying that His Majesty was sincere and righteous, and that those who were opposed were the ones who knew nothing and wanted to force His Majesty into injustice.

One big hat, who dares to object, shut up.

On Meng’s side, the old lady who was with Ji Hyun-tae carried several boxes of strange treasures and filled her with spoiled items, and her fat brother came to her a few days ago to make her feel better.

“Can you go to hell when you die?” Why don’t you leave me alone. Have a good day and drink your soup and you’ll be an animal in your next life! I’m sorry.

I’m a little speechless, and I’m not busy with her anymore.

She looked cold in her eyes and looked at the little man in her hand, and said, “She was brave, and the goddess would curse, and she would suffer better.” I’m sorry.

“God’s forgiveness?” I’m frowning.

Is there really a goddess in the world?

She’s walking around me, looking at me with a loving look from her younger generation: “Yes, it is God’s wrath.” Little goddess, do you not think you are an ordinary man? The wrath of God is not the kind of low-class thunderstorm, but the punishment of fate. I’m sorry.

Speaking of which, she suddenly stopped and stopped talking.

He kept the situation under control, as usual, as usual, as usual, and as usual, as usual.

It was only when the Miyagi hung Jade Pei on the right, that they hung themselves back to the left.

I know all about his little habits, and it is only natural that these people around him do nothing as much as I did before.

He seems a little confused, but he doesn’t.

He was not used to the ink that the palace had given him, except I know what he used to be.

And by night, he was often unable to sleep, and his dreams were sore, and he had a headache in his eyebrows during the day. He asked those who were waiting for him, “What happened to the fragrance of the temple?”

The palace cannot answer, and the old lady’s face is so hard to explain: “Your Majesty, the incense you used to make is made by the mother herself. I’m sorry.

He didn’t tell us who she was, but Ji Hyun-tae knew that the old lady was talking about me.

A handsome emperor.

And he turned his eyebrow, and said, “I know, so step back.” I’m sorry.

A group of people should be on their way, and the eunuch asked: “Your Majesty, the funeral is ready and the day is over. Is tomorrow a good day?

The old eunuch asked before leaving and thought it would be a good thing to ask.

However, Ji Hyun-tae is holding on to his forehead, which means that he is not sure: “This is not urgent.” I’m sorry.

The old eunuch looked at him with surprise and realized that he was in a state of discomfort.

Maggie’s right. He’s got a mental problem.

He dragged me to my funeral time, repeatedly set aside, and the people below looked at it and stopped asking for permission.

Doing what normal people can’t do, but he looks normal.

Her eyes were gruesome, and she said, “It’s always like he’s in the cold and he’s holding on to his head.” I’m sorry.

No one can see his mind.

He grew up in the shadow of swords and conspiracies, and he was already at the age of the weak, as he could not hold back the old foxes.

But he did have to be a wise man.

He also went to a private private visit in civilian mini-services, where Meng Yi wanted to follow him.

He visited many places with the three ministers and Meng Yi, a tow bottle, and on one occasion helped a family of farmers to solve the crisis. The honest family gave them white noodles and meat, which they could not spare, and made a few meat buns for them.

Meng-hyun has resisted, but in front of the outsiders, she took a bite from her face, frowned her head over her head and threw a complaint at her unconsciousness:

“What is this?”

After that, he said he was in a private interview, regretting, but didn’t really take this little thing to heart, laughing at me and making it sound.

He didn’t blame her, he just took care of her when she dropped the bun in her hand. He took one in his head, put it in his hand, held it for a long time, and eventually didn’t eat it, just put it in his sleeve.

Everyone thought that he was caring for the people, not caring.

When he came back to the palace at night, he was in the road to Lawton, where he was tired and asleep for a while.

For a little while, the nightmares still kept him alive.

“This time, I didn’t take him for a dream, he was having a nightmare.” I’m sorry.

I didn’t care much, but she got so excited that she pulled me into Ji Hyun-tae’s dream.

He’s always dreaming of old, piecemeal things, and this is no exception.

It was just once that I was passing through an exceptionally rich town, and there was a stall for meat buns, and I watched with envy those who bought them.

I know how luxurious meat buns are to us, not to say I want to eat. “That’s our man who’s after us. We gotta get out of here. I’m sorry.

He was special, and some people wanted to cut him off.

I think I know the place, and then I’m going to go to the field, and we’re going to eat a cold, coarse groceries each day, and the fragrance of meat buns, which I remember for a long time.

Wake up, come back to reality.

Monk looked at me with a pain in his eye: “What a miserable life you’ve been living with this guy…”

I smiled: “It’s over. I’m sorry.

When he returned to the palace, Ji Hyun-tae was in sleepless, hung out in the middle of the night and came unconsciously to the gate, which was sealed and he sat down at the front steps of the door.

He sits there for a long time, takes out the hard, cold bun from his sleeve, stares at it for a long time, then slowly swallows it and tears it down, takes it to his mouth and takes a long time.

And lo! he eateth, and smiteeth in his mouth, as if he had animosity over the buns, and his eyes were filled with struggles, confusion, and confusion.

“Your Majesty…”

At the end of the meal, Ji Hyun-seok said, “Bring me a bottle of wine.” I’m sorry.

The old eunuch thought he heard it wrong, and said, “Can His Majesty warm the wine first?”

“No need. I’m sorry.

I’m sure it’s true. The old lady was surprised to get the wine.

It is no wonder that he finds it strange that Ji Hyun-tai rarely drink wine, but only occasionally do it in front of people while he is eating.

Wine is dangerous, it’s paralyzing, exposing, disillusioning. Ji Hyun-tae has always been far away.

Today, however, he was an anomaly, carrying a bottle of wine, and pouring a couple of bottles of cold, heavy wine, and then lying drunk on the steps, in a state of sleep and finally falling asleep.

Sleeping and dreaming again.

But this time, it seems different.

His dream was a blizzard, a broken temple, a few dead wood.

This was the scene when I saved his life and was cut off by Meng Yi, but it was only after this that I knew that he had returned to the ambush, followed the trails, found the men in the army and returned the unexpected truth.

The enemy of the ambush was disguised by the Meng family.

The aim was to leave Kiki Hyun-taek seriously wounded and to create an opportunity for Meng Yi to rescue the hero and meet each other.

He was a very sensitive man, who had guessed from the moment Meng Yi appeared.

He also knew that I had gone to him alone, found the snow from which I had been cut, buried the blood chain with the earth, and that several members of Meng’s family, disguised as enemy soldiers, had been kicked out of Meng’s house by their spies, behind closed doors.

He knew I had gone to see the doctor alone and replaced all the people in the doctor’s office with his men.

Memphis stabbed me in the hand and set me up.

So he knows, he knows, he knows.

But he was still talking about Shin Meng Yi, leaving me sad, sad and framed, without whom the child had no regrets, with her tender eyes and with the snake.

Because Meng Yi is useful and me and the kids are useless.

His mind was too hard to understand until now, and it became clear to me what he was.

Ji Hyun-taek.

He played chess with the schemer, and the garbs fell down, and the wind was clear, and the fragrance floated, and the face was flat.

His fingertips were turned over in the rain, his voice was silent, and he could use any situation.

The next game of chess on this day, all of them were in his eyes as pieces of chess, useful, useless, and never half-hearted.

I’m just a once useless piece of chess.

I already know how to get in and out of people’s dreams, and I won’t wait for Maggie to get me out and leave without me.

And she followed, “Where are you going, little goddess?”

I’m staying.

I don’t know where I’m going. The only place I want to go is Toyama. But it doesn’t make any difference where it seems.

I tried to control the sound without exposing it: “He can always, and it makes me feel worse every time. I regret it, but I don’t want to stay here, I don’t even want to leave the body with him. I’m sorry.

The more I think about it, the more I think he’s holding me back to bury me and piss me off.

We said, “Look at my coffin. I’m sorry.

We both found a place to park the coffin, a magnificent temple, with special monks reading the incense.

My coffin is in the middle and it’s heavy and heavy.

I don’t know what I’m gonna do with it, but then there’s a little noise inside, and nobody else noticed.

She heard me, and she grabbed my arm. I’m sorry.

I’m:

I’m curious too.

But I couldn’t lift my own coffin.

Monk can’t lift it, but she has confidence in me: “Hey, you focus on pulling it up, you can do it. I’m sorry.

I don’t know what confidence she has.

I did it, and I looked at the center of the palace and I thought, suddenly, there was a wind and I blew up my coffin.

I looked inside.

My body is not rotting, as if I were asleep, and my hands are wrapped in a white snake… No, a little white dragon.

It’s a little dragon.

Little Haku sleeps in my wrists, and sometimes he smokes, doesn’t know what to dream, and he cries.

♪ I can’t ♪

“Oh, there’s still a baby dragon here?”

She pulled it out and dumped it.

Little White Dragon finally woke up, saw strangers, got scared up, ran back to the coffin, went under my body and showed a tail in the air.

Don’t worry about your head.

And then he was pulled on his tail, and he was afraid to twist it, and then he saw me, and he stopped, and he looked at me, and his tail strangled me in my dress, and he said to me, in shame, “Sweet sister.” I’m sorry.

♪ I can’t ♪

It took me a while to figure out that this little guy was the guardian of Ji Hyun-tae.

The ancient royal palaces were protected by the gods, and for generations they were guarded by dragons, and each emperor had his own guardian beasts. When Ji Hyuntai was small, he brought in a dragon.

Dragon threw him an egg.

When he takes the throne, he can break his shell and make a little dragon.

As a result of the rebellion, the royal palace collapsed, the palace was destroyed and the egg was destroyed. The small dragon had come out long ago, but no one could see it.

After I died, my body was sealed in a coffin. In the middle of the air, it’s nice to find out I can still exist in ghost form.

I couldn’t get away with it.

Forget it, leave it.

The two of us were sitting on the beams, and the coffins had been lifted for no reason, and it was discovered that the bodies inside were not rotten, and that so many things were not common and that the people in the temple were afraid to take care of them and report them to the Emperor.

Kiki Hyun-taek arrived soon and stopped when he saw me lying asleep in a coffin.

He stings.

The entanglement came to my casket as it was, and it stopped when it was one step away.

The others didn’t know what was wrong with him, nor how serious it was.

“Your Majesty, isn’t this voodoo-like devil born evil?”

Everyone thought Meng Yi was the love of the New Emperor, the Mon family was partial, and Voldemort was nothing more than a new emperor’s disgust.

No one has noticed that Ji Hyun-taek’s eyes are covered in ink and red inclement.

And he drew out the sword of the guard beside him, without dragging it with water, and cut off his head, and he said, “Speak with tongue, and be silent.” I’m sorry.

The head fell on the ground, and the blood of the sword was dripping in front of his eyes before his death.

All those present were shocked, horrified by the fact that a large group of people had fallen on their knees and were afraid of the sudden madness of the new emperor.

He threw his sword, so that he could almost be buried with the people present, so that he could look at my coffin and change his mouth, and he could only send those who had not served it to prison with heavy punishment.

When he went mad, he took the coffin to his bedroom.

♪ I can’t ♪

More crazy!

It is natural that this move has been opposed by many, who have killed one by one, two by two, and that after the storm, the dead and the rest of the people are in the cold.

Meng hurriedly came to see the caskets in the temple and the Quigents by the casket, asking, “Do you want to spend your life with a dead man?” I’m sorry.

He’s a normal person now. “I don’t know what I’m talking about, but I don’t understand.

But Mengjun did not give up and struck the point: “Your Majesty, do you love me or do you love her?”

Hee Hyun-tae looked at her and laughed: “I love only myself. I’m sorry.

Memphis is stupid. She wouldn’t have thought of that.

“Queen, go home, I’m tired now. “Khi Gentsu is an abnormally cold person.

Meng is a bit panicky, and she needs the Emperor’s pets to help her family to stay firmly in the new dynasty, to adjust her face, to take the initiative to ease the atmosphere and to euphemism to say that she wants to serve tonight.

What, she wants to sleep next to my coffin?

Ji Hyun-taek said yes.

At night, Meng Yi was ashamed to take off her clothes, the lights went out and a man in black from nowhere suddenly appeared behind Meng Yi’s back and put a silver needle on her back and she fell asleep.

Ji Hyun-taek drew something on the table. He didn’t move, he didn’t lift his eyelids.

She said, “The needle was filled with hallucinating medicine, and it was estimated that the next day the woman woke up and thought she was in real bed.” I’m sorry.

Little Haku, when he found the opportunity, showed himself with great care and took my attention: “Yes, the master was a childish, he had some ways to get over it, he hated death and falseness, but he was still in the middle of the game, trying to take the rest of Meng’s house to its full end, and needed to act as a woman. I’m sorry.

“But he said he only loved himself, and he lied, and the master didn’t love anyone, including himself. His only conviction was to restore the Zion, and all of us, including himself, were nothing but tools… except to ambush my sister. I’m sorry.

The bamboo canopy pours beans and cleans up Ji Hyun-tae’s plan.

“You know a lot about the little guy. I’m sorry.

The little White Dragon is proud: “That is nature. White and his master have the bond of masters and masters. He has the best knowledge of what kind of white he is. I’m sorry.

The painting was made by Ji Hyun, an ice-blue flower, and the next day he gave it to a special minister, who told him to look for it, to look for it, to go to the field, and to find it all over the lake.

As the Minister ordered, Ji Hyun-tae returned to the casket in his bedroom, staring at those who were asleep, with his eyes covered in thin red, his ink flowing, and his teeth stinging again.

I’ve never liked you. I will make up for all the damage you have done, just because of a debt, not because I like it. I’m sorry.

He said so strongly.

But he couldn’t see it, and he was right there, and his little white dragon was climbing my arm, and it was so loud that he exposed all his thoughts:

“No, never. There were three categories of people in the eyes of the former master, available and unusable, and voyeurs. I’ve always been different from others. I’m sorry.

“Now, who is the master and who doesn’t love him, including himself, but the master loves her sister. I’m sorry.

“He doesn’t know. I’m sorry.

When Ji Hyun-tae moved my coffin into the bedroom, it became more and more obvious.

He became increasingly difficult to sleep, turned back and stayed up the night, and then barely slept with a cold coffin for a while.

Drunk into the throat, long dreams.

Even political matters are beginning to become obsolete, and the sooner and later, the more they become, the less they will be, the more they will be.

There’s quite a feeling, drunk and dead.

The young White Dragon looked at everything and said, “The master is simply unsure that the Dynasty is boring.” I’m sorry.

He sent a lot of people to search for the final flower, and without any surprises, he had to find some close flowers to plant inside and outside the house.

In a sea of ice and blue, Ji-gen turned one on my hand, but still, as if there was no courage to touch me.

He looked down at me, and his ink fell down in my ear, and there was a shrouded light in front of him, and his eyes were deep in the shadows: “Why is it that you are unique in the world to plant flowers with your hands?”

“like…”

And suddenly he rises up and sits down on his back by the coffin, and he takes a sip of the wine pot and his eyes are complicated, and he says, “Just like you.” I’m sorry.

It has been a long time since the people in the field reacted slowly — perhaps the one who died at the Cold Palace was not as insignificant as they thought.

On the contrary, she is very important to the emperor.

It’s been snowing all the time, and the city has been cold for too long.

In the middle of the summer, the snow was still going down, the snow had not melted, nothing had recovered, and the land of Kyushu had been frozen.

People are beginning to realize that the snow is going against the weather, and by autumn people have to admit that this is a new natural disaster.

It was a big drought. It’s a big snow.

Famine began to appear in rare places, but the wall had been broken and the wall had been closed to the west, and there had been no sparkling.

In the wake of the natural catastrophe, people began to pray for the salvation of the gods, and Meng Yi gained the hearts and minds of the people in the name of the Goddess, together with porridge outside the city. The Meng family has also established itself in the middle, becoming the largest family of the new dynasty, with a strong hand.

The Emperor, on the other hand, has become less and less responsive to the government.

Meng-hyun pushed in, and now he’s got the guts to take the bottle from Ji Hyun-tae: “Your Majesty, what do you look like?”

Ji Hyun-tai leaned on the table, spread out in the ink, with a sense of arbitrariness, three-quarters of intoxication intended to force light tan on the cold-white side of his face, light red on the tails of his eyes, twilight on the intoxication of his wine, and radiant indignity.

It’s still a beautiful, ingrained beauty.

He laughed, “Do you want to persuade me?”

Meng Yi expressed concern about his current depravity and offered to go out with him.

In the wild, Ji Hyun-tae promised.

It was only after some excitement outside the palace that he remembered that today is the Mid-Autumn Festival and that, despite natural disasters, there is still enthusiasm for the celebration of the festival.

Someone set up a show on the street.

Ji Hyun-tseton is staying.

It’s a play by the saints and the real ones, where I’m a fake goddess, a true goddess who saves all the people from the fire.

The true goddess uncovered the fakes, asked for rain for the people, helped the army, and was finally sealed as a queen when the new emperor took over, living happily with the emperor.

The crowd applauds with excitement.

Ji Hyun-tae smiled and walked on snow.

After that, however, he often came to see the play, and the pear garden knew his identity and arranged for him alone every time. Who knows that he only saw the play of a true goddess?

Meng-soon came along with him often, with complex eyes mocking: “Did you look at the man who played the eunuch all the way? Did she die and you began to miss her again?”

Ji Hyun-tae is silent.

When we left, we accidentally met and played my part.

Everyone’s lost.

It looks like I have no scar on my face.

Ji Hyun-tae took the play back to the palace despite Meng Yi’s opposition.

She was given a palace second only to the Phoenix Palace, where the treasure of silver, like water, was given to the past, and although there was no blessing or credit, the palace had accepted that she was the future.

You can see that. The character should be the double.

Monk broke a house again.

But this time, no one’s carrying a box of treasures. She’s here. Ji Hyun-taek is busy arranging for a stage in the palace.

Because the show said she missed the show.

He even brought the whole class into the palace, rewrited the script for her and watched the whole scene every day under the stage.

The Queen of Meng Yi looks like a joke.

Finally, she could not bear to come in and shout out, “How dare you let a play step on this palace?”

Kiki Hyun-taek raised her eyelids: “Sit down and watch the play and talk about it.” I’m sorry.

It won’t stop at the beginning.

Singing on the stage or the other scenes, turning around, nothing new.

Meng is getting impatient.

At the end of the scene, when the queen lived happily together, he was about to leave to play my play and suddenly came down.

The show was able to do a great job of abducting Ji Hyun-tae and putting a long knife in his neck, disguised as a props, before people could react. Another co-conspirator held a knife around them.

This play, it’s an assassin.

Meng stood up and cried out with a sudden concern: “Your Majesty! I’m sorry.

All those present were reminded of their hearts.

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It’s just a smile.

When the knife that was placed on his neck turned, the actor simply turned and killed his accomplice, and he fell with surprise.

A group of guards came in to silence Meng and her immediate attendants.

She came to Meng’s side and looked at her: “The last group of people who counted me, the grass had grown several times. I’m sorry.

I can’t believe it.

And he returned to his seat, and he stood by his head, lazily and without looking at her, and said, “The play is not over yet.” I’m sorry.

A group of frightened actors quickly cleaned up and went on with the scene that had just been interrupted.

After becoming a queen, the real goddess began to plot a new emperor with the Mon family behind him.

From the very beginning, the real goddess was a tool used by the Mon family for profit, and she was asked to play as a fake monk, to make her a goddess, to ambush and save the hero and to capture the new emperor’s heart.

In this way, the Mon family would be able to descend to the new emperor in a logical way, preserve its greatest strength when its three-point power collapses, and stay away from the new emperor until the great situation is settled, and begin to spread its power in the direction of the Chinese and the Chinese.

It turns out that the “false goddess” was real when she appeared, the drought faded away, the seasons returned, and when she died, the snow flew, the winter and the summer.

The Emperor knew, even allowed, tolerated, and killed the Moon family. The Meng family thought it was the right time to find someone like the dead goddess, to act like an actress, close to the emperor, to kill him.

With the success of the assassination, Meng, who is a queen, can use the wild seed in her stomach and others to hold the government together with the Mon family, blackmail the Son of God, and even change his name.

They didn’t expect it. The show was turned.

He said, “I will not take anyone for her, and she is the only one.” I’m sorry.

It’s very light. Meng Yi almost couldn’t hear it.

It’s still on the stage.

The Mon family assassinated the Emperor, conspired to rebel, colluded all kinds of charges, and proceeded in accordance with the law.

On stage, the fake goddess splatters.

At the end of the station, Ji Hyun-tae whispered to him: “Seize the family and kill the Nine.” I’m sorry.

I was ordered to go with the horses, to surround the Mon family, and for a while, the scenes were magically reconnected.

On stage, people know the truth, and Guang Temple is grateful to the goddess.

Below, thousands of miles away, those sent to find the last flower built temples everywhere to make the people aware of their true faith.

A show is over, Meng’s face is pale.

She laughed madly: “You all knew that you were going to do it in cold eyes. I’m sorry.

She was tired of laughing and sarcasming herself: “I’ve been more pleased with myself than I’ve ever been, and now she and I are nothing but pawns.” I’m sorry.

“But I’m better than her, she loves you, she gives too much, and I like you, but I care more about the family. I didn’t believe before, now I do. People like you do love only themselves. I’m sorry.

He used to say he loved himself, but now he’s silent.

Mong Jian: After she died, did you regret it? It’s ridiculous that you’re in love with her again when she’s dead. She just lost her life. You lost love. I’m sorry.

Kiki Hyun-tae was not sarcastic enough to wear a black glove and suddenly choked her neck with a cold eye: “You hurt her so much, you should have died.” I’m sorry.

When Meng’s death comes to an end, there will be nothing to fear. The hard thing is to say: “Men are the ones who love to justify themselves. Can’t they do it to me?” I’m sorry.

When she was about to swallow her breath, he opened her eyes and threw away his gloves, and he stood up and was ready to leave, long and blindfolded and blindfolded.

“No, no. I’m sorry.

He said, “You and I deserve nothing good.” I’m sorry.

The Mon family was beheaded and only one was left alive. Living, sometimes worse than dying.

She was removed from the seal to the lowest rank, and left unsealed, and was confined directly to the Phoenix Palace.

The traitors of Meng, who had cut my tummy, and the traitor who had worked with her in private, were locked up with her, and no one knew what was going on there. After one night of screaming, the Miyagi opened the door and discovered that the child in Meng’s tummy had been mutilated and nearly bled to death.

The hospital spent a lot of precious medicine to get her back and she can’t die.

Because she’s still waiting for the punishment.

When she recovered, she was solely responsible for the late ones, skinning her abdomen and slitting her limbs and legs.

It’s my little fox that’s been skinned.

But she’s not dead. She’s been hung.

This is what Ji Hyun-tae arranged for her.

One report and one report.

I was a little indifferent, and I even looked wrong: “Will she be a ghost again after she died?” We’ll be staring at each other. How embarrassing. I’m sorry.

And the dreamer was sanctified, and suddenly he fell down, and said, “No.” I’m sorry.

She said, “There is no new soul in this world. I’m sorry.

“Because the power of the continent is exhausted. The gods have gone far away and the remaining demons and demons are dying, and only the human race is large and still suffering. I’m sorry.

“There is no Tartars, there is no Na Ho Bridge, and there is no Bombay soup, and when they die, their souls disappear. Only by being born a god, with a monologue, can a ghost be gathered after death. I’m sorry.

So, so…

Monk and Little Haku are already dead.

What are their beliefs?

What is my obsession?

Everyone thought Meng Yi could not take the wind and who would think that one day she had escaped from the forbidden palace.

I thought she was gonna sneak out of the palace.

Turns out she slipped into Ji Hyun-tae’s bedroom before anyone else.

My coffin is right in the middle, never covered up, and Meng’s eyes are like devils, and he’s crazy, and he’s limping around the coffin, staring at me inside, and he’s not a ghost.

“You must be very proud to see me so miserable. I’m sorry.

And she pulled up my hand and laughed with joy: “I had thought, was your blood a little good?” When he was ambushed, the Mon family’s first plan was to kill him, and then to surrender to him. I’m sorry.

“But he survived miracles, and you saved him. Then you said you’d treat me with the secret of home. I’ve always wondered what the secret was. Your blood, isn’t it curable? I’m sorry.

She was hysterically laughing, and I thought she was going to cut my hand with a knife, and she just tore my wrists with her mouth, and she drank blood with her fur and looked a little bit nasty.

The effects were visible, and her actions were fluid.

“What are you doing?”

As soon as Chai came in, he saw the scene, and he had a sacrifice in his hand, probably to come and worship me secretly.

When the reaction came, the color came up and pushed Meng Yi away.

“It’s you. What are you pretending to be here? You betrayed Fott, you stole her embroidered pap, you told me where her most precious fox is. I’m sorry.

Meng-hyun, with the sword next to him, tried to stab me and continued to take blood, and the small color was put in front of the coffin, and the long sword pierced her heart, and then both fell on the screen, brought down the candlestick and burned it inside.

Smiling blood, she cried. I’m a desperate man who failed her. But I never wanted to kill her. She saved my life, and now I give it back to my mother. I’m sorry.

The fire was fierce and the smoke was rolling.

Kee-hyun came to the fire despite the resistance of others and went straight to the casket. This time, he finally took the courage to hold me down and tried to get me out.

But when the blazing tongue was covered in my garments, my body, which had not been corrupted for a year, suddenly became a smoke.

Not even a piece of ash left Kiki behind.

He looked at the empty palms of his eyes, and the eyes were so empty that it was as if too many sorrows were sprung out, and then he was stuck in his eyes.

It hurts. It flows to all four limbs.

Finally, they come together at the tip of the heart.

Heart cut like a knife.

A fire burned the palace casket clean and Ziu Ziu died, while Meng Zheng ran away.

Kiki Hyun-taeked the ashes with one inch of his own hand, burned them red and blisters, and tried to recover one or two of my relics, but nothing, all of it, in smoke and smoke.

He fell down on his knees with his only remaining small coffin, red eyes, dumb voice:

You’re so mean. I’m sorry.

The Emperor was not pleased that the Mon clan, the greatest danger of the new Dynasty, had been uprooted, and that the more violent, the more brutal, the greater the famine in the area, the greater the loss of wealth and the loss of resources by the Emperor.

They’re looking for the Fong towers to take up the stars and measure their lives…

Ji Hyun-hyun has no plans, no concessions, even to eat and sleep, spends his days on high buildings, drifting between his legs, and sleeps with a bottle.

“Your Majesty, the Rebels cannot contain His Majesty! * Some of the elders can’t watch *

He was awakened, he lifted heavy curtains, he was cold and tired, and he threw his hands at the feet of the old man.

“Pop.”

My lord and his guards stopped and the scene was quiet.

Kiki Hyun-tae ignored the uprising and said, “I haven’t dreamed of her for a long time, I’ve never dreamed of her.” I’m sorry.

He’s been drinking for longer and less and less.

On his knees he cried lamentably: “Your Majesty, it has been more than a year since the snow came down, famine has raged, pestilence has raged, uprisings have flourished and chaos has begun in the field and beyond. Your Majesty, I know you can control the situation if you want to. I beg you, go out and see the scenes of grief. I’m sorry.

Ji Hyun-seon rose up and watched the snow on the outside of the building, which meant that there was no clarity:

“The wrath of God cannot escape.” I’m sorry.

No matter how much they hate iron or steel, he will not pay attention to it.

Recalling what he used to do for the power of power, it’s like a world apart.

It’s like he’s been looking for something.

And now he’s chasing without even dreaming.

When the King’s Dynasty was divided again, and the rebels broke down the city, Ji Hyuntai was still drinking alcohol, and the wine in the dynasty was splattered and his hands were sturdy.

On the face, it can’t be seen that the bones are no fun.

The eunuchs hastened to him: “Your Majesty, there is a secret passage in the palace, so leave now, and leave the mountains unsuspected of wood. I’m sorry.

“I know. “He is the only son of the king left behind, and no one knows this ancient palace better than he.

He just doesn’t want to run.

At such a critical moment, as the enemy gathers together, Ji Hyun-tae wanders into the cold palace, tears the seals and pours a bottle of wine. And on the earth, laughing: “This is my daughter who I buried last year when I broke the city.” I’m sorry.

The old eunuch wrinkled his head and shut the door.

No one knows when the enemy outside will break in.

He said, “I am a strange person with no feelings.” I’m sorry.

“I lied to her with the peace of the people, but in fact I didn’t care about the suffering of the people or the peace of the people. I just wanted to return to my country, which was my only goal, and all of us, including myself, were deer-to-deer tools, useful and useless. I’m sorry.

“She’s the only one I didn’t want to abandon. I took her out of the mountain and used her name to make her suffer with me, although I did not love her and never thought of abandoning her. I’m sorry.

“When she came out of the mountain she knew like a child and asked me what love was. I don’t know, but I’m used to pretending, never to expose myself. When I was a teenager, I used all my imagination, taught her that love was giving, possession, unique. I’m sorry.

“Then she loved me very much. I’m sorry.

“She had a child, she had an autopsy, she was heartbroken, she must have loved the child, but I couldn’t feel it, and I even thought of a life that was in her body and damaged the mother’s body, and I hated it. I teach those people a lesson, and I do not regret the loss of my eldest son, but I do not like the harm done to her. I’m sorry.

“I gave her a little fox, and she saw it as a treasure, but I didn’t like the beast taking too much of her attention. I’m sorry.

“I could have explained to her twice that the Meng’s daughter had set her up twice, and I pretended not to know, and I could have explained it to her, but I would never have told anyone what I thought of myself, even if she would not preach it, and I feared that one day I would lose my ears in the wall, and I would lose it all. She’s disappointed, sad, I know, but I can’t understand. I’m sorry.

“I taught her love is to give, to possess, to be unique. She has learned, and I have never loved, I have no feelings, I know nothing but powerful interests and I am only responsible and accustomed to her. I’m sorry.

“As I was in a state of uncertainty, after I broke down the city, I thought that I would spend the rest of my life here with her, and I buried my daughter. When she got married to me, she was in poor condition, and she didn’t even drink the wine. I was thinking that the girl in the other family had it, and she had it, and she was always my only wife, and I would have to wipe out Mon’s family or make up for the big wedding I owed her. I’m sorry.

“But she died. I’m sorry.

The man’s eyebrows are silent, and he’s watching it for nothing, whispering:

“To this day, I still miss her. I’m sorry.

“It’s her. It’s her. It’s her. It’s her. I always think of her. There’s a delusion that she’s still around, but every time she turns around, it’s empty again. I’m sorry.

There was a fire somewhere in the palace, and the rebels have come in and are probably looking for the emperor.

“Your Majesty, life is the most important thing that matters when a man dies. I’m sorry.

Kiki Hyun-taek stood up with a bottle of wine and still failed to reassure him of the impending crisis.

“I shall love her very much, not only with responsibility and custom. I’m sorry.

He spilled his wine on the roots of the walls, set a fire, and the cold palace set fire to it, and Ji Hyun-tae groaned: “Alas, I am too late to understand.” I’m sorry.

“Your Majesty, what is this, you’re going to burn yourself in the Cold Palace?”

There was no such thing as an old man’s stunned house, and he gave it to one of the guards who came: “Get him out of here.” I’m sorry.

The guards were carrying people, looking at their master, and it took me a long time to respond. I’m sorry.

The fire was surrounded by snow and snow on his face, and he showed his impeccable face, and he finally answered the eunuch’s words, one word:

“This is the recompense We have set for ourselves. I’m sorry.

Kiki Hyun-taek’s clothes passed in the snow, and he took a step back and found a dying flower, the only remaining.

Look for flowers that have not been found all over the Lake and the Sea.

He was careful to pin it on, blocking the flimsy smoke for this fragile flower.

He was choked with coughs, poisoned with smoke, and fell a few steps into the ground, with the ink falling apart, and the golden crown of the forehead was a fire, and when he was dying, it was a wind of dust.

Little White Dragon has been anxiously trying to roll his hand with his tail and drag him out of the fire, but his tail again and again pierced the hand of Jigent, without touching him.

The little one’s crying so fast.

I’ve been crying a little bit.

One step forward.

A beam fell on the ground and the snow splattered in Ji Hyun-taek’s face.

He opened his eyes.

And I saw him in his bright eyes, and he reflected me.

On the brink of death, he saw my soul.

My spirit, from the look of a scar, the speed of change, the scar disappears, the face is pale.

He’s got the light coming out of his eyes, he’s up, he’s down, he’s down, he’s down, I’m back, he’s got his hand through my transparent shoulder.

He stopped, slowed his movement, let the fire that had lit the beam burn his cheek, without changing his face, and took me in his arms with care, and the deep phoenix watched me dead, and turned on the fire.

A few splendors of hair fell, and the man in the gold in the blouse looked like he had a thousand words, many words and wanted a brain to say.

And finally, he’s fading, leaning over and saying:

“Voice. I’m sorry.

“I’ll take you back to the mountain. I’m sorry.

There’s a lot of noise outside. The rebels have found Cold Palace.

It was as if he had a new will, kicked out the beam, removed the robes and the crown of the emperor, picked up the lurch on the ground and carefully put the only last flower in the cage, and looked up and saw me.

And He snuggles, and watches over the weak flowers.

Cover it and go to the fire in the temple.

She was screaming, “He’s dead?”

He can’t see us now. He broke into the fire and smoke, covered his nose and nose, coughed, fell on the ground several times, and then found a body in a corner to open up the secret tunnel hidden in the cold.

He calmly restored the organs and doors, even the dust, into the middle.

And I was forced to follow him out of the palace, half of the way, and she stopped, and she pulled me and put her finger above her head: “This is the outer wall of the palace.” I’m sorry.

I don’t understand her.

“This was the land of the Dragons a long time ago. It was so much fun when the fairies fought and loved and killed each other, and the demons liked to be mixed up in humans, with good and bad, and the gods lived above the heavens, far away and mysteriously.”

“But now the dragons are gone, and the ancient palaces have suffered, and the continent is full of ashes, cold and lonely. I’m sorry.

“I have waited for this, but only because I am committed. I’m waiting for someone. I’ve never been out of here since it was fun until it was cold. I’m sorry.

Maggie said, “Hey, you go. I won’t follow. I’m sorry.

I looked at her very closely, and I remember saying that there was no rebirth in the world long ago, and that the other dead spirits would disappear unless they were born.

We said, “Is he a mortal?” I’m sorry.

She’s got her head on her head. I’m sorry.

I understand that she knows he’s gone, how to wait is futile, but she still doesn’t want to give up.

Even if she’s rational, she knows.

There’s no escape.

I felt a bit sad and gave her a hug and whispered, “Bye. I’m sorry.

I left the palace step by step.

We watched Ji Hyun-tae walk through the streets full of dead people, took a green dress, picked up an old cynth, dropped a thousand-year-old gin in the pharmacies.

He was burned with a large, ugly scar on his face, which was so red that he couldn’t feel a single pain, and he went out of town with no wrinkles.

He stepped on a fox mask that was scattered on the street and stopped and finally frowned his head, looked at half a lid and leaned over and picked it up and put it on his face.

“Voice. He said, “Your face has been destroyed because of me, so I have destroyed my face, which I deserve.” I’m sorry.

“But I’m afraid, now it scares you, so I wear a mask. He explains.

The outsider seems to be alone talking to himself. He only saw me as soon as the cold palace burned itself to death, and for a moment he was certain that I would follow him.

When he arrived at the gate, the people who had left the city were crowded with streets, and it was not known which side of the force was being searched at the door, and Ji Hyun-tae was holding the piano, standing quietly at the very edge of the city and waiting overnight.

The passers-by cavalry came back with the news of “The Emperor burning himself” and later with the message that “The Emperor has escaped” and called for more scrutiny, and later with the message that “The Emperor is already out of town.”

It is not known when he arranged a double to divert the attention of the rebels.

One night’s guard, together with the joy of victory, and the news that the emperor had fled the city, eased the guard’s guard by exhausting him.

The rebels stopped him when it was his turn.

“Why wear a mask? Take it off! I’m sorry.

Kiki Hyun-tae followed his mask and showed a terrible face of burns, scaring the people across the street.

The rebels “push”: “Go, go, go, go! I’m sorry.

The fact that musicians and artisans, no matter which side they do not normally kill, coupled with the fact that he was forced to wait all night outside, seemed harmless and vulnerable, led to a conscious relaxation of vigilance.

Ji Hyun-tae went out of town holding the piano, went out to the mountains in the cold, avoided the road and burned it as a wood at night and took it to the wild cranes caught on the baked road.

Arrogance, roasting cranes.

And he took out the last flower of the land, half the size of his finger, and it was a bit of a wrinkle.

Kiki Hyun-seok cut his hand with a knife, dripped a string of blood into the cage, and the bouquets were born, re-emerged, at least not at any time to die.

And when there was no one, he spoke to me, explaining without great detail the meaning of everything, and the thought of every move.

“The last flower guides the way of the mountain, Fook, and then we go east. I’m sorry.

The Mount of God is empty, and no one knows where it is. Only those whose will is determined to find it can meet it by fate, or by the guidance of God. Moreover, one step at a time, with the most devout steps, can walk on foot.

It is no surprise that he is the son of a dynasty orphan, that the royal family of the dynasty is favored by the gods, and that numerous myths are hidden in the palace.

I’m surprised he knows I’d really like to go back.

He is the one who knows me best.

Kiki Hyun-taek walked east for a few days, and the double-hatting of “The Emperor is already out of town” may have lapsed, and the forces began searching for him again.

It’s been a long time since the scene.

He is unique in his identity as the only remaining line of blood in the orthodox royal family, with countless people trying to kill him or controlling him. Long ago, he was hunted down with a reward when he was looking for the mountain alone, as he did when he brought me out of the mountain.

Instead of defeating him, he grew up.

Like a thorn in the mud.

Unlike the last flower, the moon above the sky high, white and fragile.

Ji Hyun-tae is skilled in avoiding the pursuits, making snow water to drink, digging the roots of the weeds for food, and occasionally running into green wild vegetables, and cooking a pot of unsavory wild soup.

He had new injuries on his face, received no good medical treatment and travelled in cold and cold conditions, which worsened and caused high fever.

And in a matter of ten days, he was thinner, the twirled, some discomfortful, white-faced, with some abnormal reds on his face, a mask over his face, and a jaw that appeared to reveal a beautiful bone, and the red red of his thin lips and a sick beauty.

They were replaced with black clothes, thin shirts, burnt to the ground, accidentally tripped with a dead branch, and then tripped to the ground.

Fearing to overwhelm what is guarded.

He found herbs buried in the snow with great experience. The snow was too long and the grass was dead, and he had to dig down the roots of the herbs, crushing them and inflamming them with deteriorating wounds.

The fever in the body makes it hard.

I don’t understand why I have to take it on his own. I don’t believe he’s really got nothing left. Little Haku is still with him, which means he’s still a king.

Little Haku rubbed him in pain, though he couldn’t feel it.

Little Haku still knows him very well: “You can’t help her with the search for the mountain, not at all.” I’m sorry.

I don’t know the mountain yet.

When Ji Hyun-tae burned most, it happened that he met a small chaser.

The group came from behind on horseback and saw him feel suspicious and shouted, “Stop! I’m sorry.

Kiki Hyun-taek ignored and continued to walk a few steps forward and suddenly fell down on the ground.

And a few of the men caught up, and came down and turned him over, and unmasked him: “This man’s face is burning like this, and he can’t see if he is an emperor. I’m sorry.

Another proposed, “Take it back just in case. I’m sorry.

That’s all we’ve got. We’re about to tie up.

When he opened his eyes and blinked from the sword of one of the men before him, he was closed, and the others responded that he was dizzled, and was dealt with in a single enemy.

The sound of horse hemorrhaging came from afar, and a large group of chasers are probably on their way.

Ji Hyun-tai took the horses, turned them over, drove them away, took the effort to get rid of them.

Having confirmed his safety, he finally laid on the ground by a tree and found the last flower in his arms.

His face changed.

I looked again and again, and it was lost.

He was not crushed by the change from a noble emperor to a fugitive, he was not crushed by the day-to-day pursuit, he was not crushed by the drinking of snow and wild vegetables, and he was not crushed by the deterioration and severity of his injuries.

And it was as if he had been blown by something invisible, and it was crushed into a abyss.

I can’t describe how he looks.

Frightened and confused, like a dying child.

He fell on his knees with his heart on his knees, like he was still, and after a long time, he whispered with his voice:

I’m sorry. I lost the flower. I’m sorry.

A drop of blood tears fell from the face of his pit, sliding through a smooth and perfect chin and fell into white snow.

I watched him with surprise.

And since I knew him, he has never cried, nor has he cried, nor has he been in great pain, nor has he cried.

So he’s a man with tears.

Little Haku said that he had not been like this before, that it had been the time of the collapse of his country, that he had shed too many tears, that his whole life had dried up, and that he would never cry again.

I thought he was going to give up on it, and he gradually returned to calm, holding his horses and returning to the same path.

Back to the pursuit.

He’s crazy.

Ji Hyun-tae went all the way, and he didn’t find it. Ruin Dynasty was a valuable object.

Following the horse hooves, he found a place for the group to camp and did not rush into it and observed it for some time.

The group seems to have been mixed for a while, loosely, not too many.

Ji Hyun-taek stood next to him for days, crouched to a man who had come out alone to collect firewood, knocked out, changed clothes, put the man immediately and threw a whip.

The horse was running at the speed of the enemy, and the guards saw it and called for it.

Ji Hyun-taek mixed up in the enemy’s tent.

There’s a bonfire on the inside, and a group of people are drinking and eating meat.

“How can a greasy, valuable thing be used for wild flowers?”

“There are no fragrances at home.” I’m sorry.

A group of people laughed.

“Because the flowers are worth more than the lumber. I’m sorry.

This is when a group of people noticed him, and the woman stopped listening to the action and questioned who he was.

The group was scattered and occasionally brought in new people who could not be recognized by everyone, and Ji Hyun-taek created an undiscovered identity to dispel their doubts.

He said, ‘What is fragile is priceless; the flower is more valuable than the tarp, and it is worthless when it dies.’ I’m sorry.

She’ll have a bit of a fleshache, and look inside. I’m sorry.

“Leave it to me.” I’m sorry.

In an attitude of trying, the woman would hand over to him the luminum, and Ji Hyun-taek would carefully pick it up and unplugged the cloths on his hands, with new wounds drawn on the old one and watered with blood.

It’s a beautiful thing to see.

It was amazing to see that the woman would have trusted Ji Hyun-tae with much: “You still have two brushes.” I’m sorry.

She suddenly wondered what looked like under the mask, and he covered most of his face, and the little five who showed up could still see how elegant it was and make one wonder how handsome it was.

She’s reaching out to lift the mask of Jigenza.

The little White Dragon blocked his eyes with his tail: “It’s broken, the owner is a blouse, and I hate people touching him.” I’m sorry.

Kiki Hyun-taek remained the same, drew out the knife from his side and cut off his hand, moving in the clouds without hesitation.

“Aah! “The sound of pig killing.

Kiki Hyun-taek stabbed her in the heart before she could react.

The man who was surrounded by one foot kicked over the bonfire was blindfolded.

He put the tardows in the corner, and brought in a few fireflies caught on the road and covered them with clothes.

They’re surrounded by people who react.

Kiki Hyun-taek revealed his mask and the face of the devil. Remember, who sent you on the road. I’m sorry.

The long knife shakes gently in the hand, and the stings of the weapon sound fine.

And when those who went out came back, he would always be exposed, and he would not be able to reveal his whereabouts so quickly that he would be able to put the people away, rather than pre-emptively.

Then there was a war.

With his fever and new wounds, he killed the enemy in the camp with a long knife, and the men who came back were eliminated.

At the end of the day, he kneeled down half in the blood of the dead, covered in blood, not knowing whether it belonged to himself or others.

He was stiff, he took away a little of the clothes that were covered in the dildo, and saw the last flower, intact, and drew out a difficult smile and fell down on the ground.

Ji Hyun was surrounded by bodies and blood.

Ruilong is clean and clean in the corner and the fireflies are dancing quietly.

He looks like he’s dying.

Although he was on his way to hell, he was dying this time.

Breathes like nothing.

He was stabbed in the shoulder, stabbed in the abdomen, a blood hole next to his heart, reded by the white snow around him, slowly covered in the new white snow.

His consciousness is sober, and he is unconscious, and his eyes are wide open, and the rest of his eyes are in my direction, and he has no strength to speak, but to stare at me.

Little Haku cried so badly.

Kiki Hyun-taek slowly closed his eyes.

It was a long time ago, and it was hard to open up, and it was a long time ago, and it was a long time before I was able to get up with my teeth and get up again.

He wipes his hands, lifts up his calves, coughs, and whispers to himself, “No, not dead, I will take her back to the mountain.” I’m sorry.

Deep and shallow feet on the snow.

The snow flew like the snow I saved him.

He just, stubbornly biting on his teeth and following the direction of the last flower, went east, escaped countless hunts and traps and went to where we were married.

It’s very close to the mountain, far from the world.

He never stopped on his way, but now he stopped.

He found that long-drinked hut, which was desolated and broken, and that night, he had not dreamt for a long time and had another dream.

I don’t know about love. He taught me what love and love are.

I fell in love with him, so I saw the bride-to-be team on the way, and the red dress was celebrated, and naively asked, “Shall we get married?”

And We did not know the world, nor how solemn a marriage was.

Ji Hyun-seo understood, but he gave me his improvisation.

We’re living in a squalid weed house, where the ice-blue wind swings, and it’s a rare bright spot between the yellow walls and the dead grass.

With the money he had left, he made red cloths for marriage, and according to local custom, the bride price was to include a pair of geese, and there was no extra money to buy them. He had to make himself a simple wooden bow to hunt.

He was the son of the Emperor of the moon, and he shot the best of nature, but the bow was weak, and the forest was plentiful. He went for days in succession and brought back a young fox who had recently lost his wean.

White, little group.

He said to me, “I didn’t hunt the geese, I found only one of them. I’m sorry.

I’m so happy, the fox is so cute, I love it.

He did not see what I was disappointed in, nor did he laugh at my lips, and covered my hair, and the stars were warm: “Foot, you are so sweet. I’m sorry.

And then, like a trick, brought out a pair of geese.

In the old dynasty, it was not the fox who made the marriage, but the foxes, who ended up in the end.

That night, there was a heavy rain, a thunderstorm, and we were in a squalid hut, wearing a red dress that didn’t fit, so we became relatives.

It is only the two of us who simply worshiped the heavens and the earth and passed through the direction of the mountain. The rain was too heavy and the hayhouse leaked, and I was with him in the only dry corner, holding the fox, and spending the night of the storm.

And thunder and rain in the night, and the wild forest, a lamp like beans.

That was the first rain in years of drought.

Old times were the great drought of locusts, now the big snow cover.

He’s been here a long time.

The huts were repaired and the dead branches were cut off as a bow-hunting field, often dressed up for replacement in a nearby town pool.

It’s a position to live here.

Time flies, and this time in mid-Autumn, there is no tumultuous atmosphere, chronic famine, and people don’t talk.

A round moon is hidden behind the clouds.

He went to the top of the hill behind the house, blooded the last flower, as usual, but did not take it back, and when the dagger turned in his hand, the knife pointed towards himself.

He stabbed himself without hesitation.

I’m scared to step back.

Ji Hyun-tai, covering his bleeding heart, turned a little, turned a little more to the right, and he cried for his life, but now he will not be better, and blood will pass out, and he will not deal with it, kneeling down, dying.

He saw me again.

He laughed, “Foot, see you again. I’m sorry.

Kiki Hyun-taek has long found a pattern, and only on the verge of death can I see my soul for a short time.

And he took out a soft little white fox: “I have looked all over the mountains, and this one is the most like the one of the first. I’m sorry.

“Look, I made you a lot of rabbit lights. I’m sorry.

And look to the next, each of them is a different lamp in the wild, and each of them is made by his own hands.

And suddenly I felt sad and spoke to him for the first time since I was a ghost: “No need.” I’m sorry.

He looked me in the eyes of the beautiful Dan Feng and asked me, “Is it not good enough?” I’ll find another one. I’m sorry.

“No, it’s not. I said, “No more like a fox, not the original one.” The little fox, which was neither special nor wise, was with me for so long, but it was a living thing for others, and it was special to me. I’m sorry.

‘Cause it’s my past. I’m sorry.

Ji Hyun-seo wandered around. He seemed to be in pain.

“What about the rabbit light? No, like, I’ll do it again. I’m sorry.

And I shook my head: “I love the rabbit’s lantern, but I didn’t get it.” After that, at that age, it wasn’t that. Afterward, there are many, refined rabbit lamps, and the regrets that have been desired and that have not been filled can never be filled. I’m sorry.

“And by that time, I had received a rabbit lamp, a stander who saw me poor and gave me one to sell the rest. I’m sorry.

Kiki Hyun-taek kneeled on the ground, barely holding up, taking out a thousand ginseng that he had refused to use before, swallowing one of the tigers and stinging it to a breath.

He seems to have been swallowed up by the great sorrows of the hour, crushing the sorrows in his voice, softly saying to me:

“Voice. I’m sorry.

“Sorry. I’m sorry.

I hated him once, then I was cold, and now suddenly I hate him.

“What’s the point of saying sorry? I hate you, and I hate myself as I am now. I am weak, ignorant, foolish, and it is not until I die that I understand that love was misery, despair, and destruction. I’m sorry.

Ji Hyun-taek’s eyes are full of me.

He told me calmly: “I will teach those who have hurt you a lesson, I will send you back to the mountain, and I will take action.” Sorry, you don’t have to forgive me. Apologize is what I should do. I’m sorry.

“Love is not suffering, despair, perchance, love is happiness, hope, courage, thorns, everything. I’m sorry.

“You only love the wrong man, a man like me, born in the mud, and you should not have mercy on me, near me.” I’m sorry.

He wanted to touch my head, but it was empty, and suddenly his eyes were a little sad, but he was still calm and he told me firmly:

“You’re fine, you’re not weak, you’re strong, you’re brave, you’re smart, you’re kind, you’re cute, you’re popular. You’ve always been a wonderful person. You don’t have to love someone like me. You have to love yourself. I’m sorry.

I cried and shook my head: “No, I’m not good, I don’t want the mountain anymore.” I’m sorry.

And Ji Hyun-tae asked me to be gentle and quiet, and kept telling me patiently and firmly: “You are well.” I’m sorry.

“The mountain won’t take you. It’s been waiting for you to return. I’m sorry.

And he whispered, “We are at the foot of the Mount of God. I’m sorry.

The Mount of God is undiscovered, and its entrance can be anywhere.

Ji Hyun-tae said that now the entrance to Shintoyama is here.

It’s been here, where I used to be home, until I got home.

The mountain of God is spiritual.

Following the fall of the previous god, the power of the spirit gradually dried up, with some of the gods leaving and others unwilling to leave and dying in the rivers of time.

The Last Mountain, it’s actually a fairy tale.

The dead gods nourished the mountain with the last power, the last mountain of the whole continent, with countless dead fairy magics, the sacred table.

If it had not been for me, the mountain would have slowly lost all its power and died in the unknown corners of the world.

I was born in the Last Mountain, fatherless and motherless.

Maggie says I’m not like any other god.

Ji Hyun-tae said I’m the new god.

I don’t know anything, because I still need time to grow up and to do nothing means to do everything.

I need more time to grow up. The Mountain is my best refuge.

It took him a long time to figure it out.

And He brought forth by means of that which We did not understand, the shadow of the Mount, and the visions of its existence.

The mountain god said that a sacrifice was needed to let him into the mountain.

The vision of the mountain God touches the long white beard, and the old sound slowly explains: “It can be anything you have.” Many people sacrifice useless things like scars, hair, flesh…

“I’m a sacrifice,” Chi Hyun-tae calmly said, “You like me.” I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

And the mountain god was a little murky: “Are you sure?” I’m sorry.

“Yes. I’m sorry.

He turned his head and explained to me, “I do not ask your forgiveness. You forget me, you’ll get better. I’m sorry.

And he bowed at his head: “The memories of you and me in the past are too bitter to forget. I’m sorry.

I’m looking at him in complexity.

But the mountain god suddenly changed his attitude and admired Ji Hyun-tai: “Many people sacrificed what seemed useless, and thought that they had taken advantage of it, but there were two things in the world. Those that seem useless end up in a state of regret. I’m sorry.

Speaking of which, he’s settled down and he seems to have found something. “You, young man, have you come to the end of the mountain before?”

“No one has ever found the last mountain twice, so let me see what your past sacrifice was. “The mountain god is curious.

Turning towards us, the eyes suddenly became envious, and the voices of the old groaned away:

“The sacrifice was the root of love…”

As he was scattered, the entrance to the Last Mountain appeared.

Like the end of the world, the end mountains are broken and desolate.

I’m looking at Ji Hyuntai.

Turns out he’s out of love.

Little Haku said that the family was an ancestral family, and that the hatred of the previous generation bore the younger Shigent, who, as a child, had identified feelings as useless.

But things in the world, they’re hard to tell.

He still fell in love with me.

I was supposed to be up and down, but my heart was cold and calm, and I didn’t like him anymore.

He took me back to the mountain and didn’t stop there.

He walked alone into the broken temple and went through the books of the gods, which I couldn’t understand, and who taught me the words of the gods, which I had lived in the mountains for years, and which were always covered in ashes.

Unlike Ji Hyun-tae, when he was a child, he studied the language of the divines as a future emperor, who was a future emperor and a future emperor.

He cleans up the ash and looks at it one by one.

Then opened the entrance to the Mount of God in a manner I could not understand.

The Mountain of God.

His hidden forces came and brought with him the long-lost Meng Yi, along with the others and others who had bullied me before.

The news was also brought to the news that the new Emperor, backed by Ji Hyun-taek, had come to power, that the dynasty had not fallen apart again, and that he was actively organizing relief.

Ji Hyun-tae couldn’t see me, but he could be in my direction, looking at me and telling me:

“I don’t care about the people, but you do, so I won’t really abandon them.” I’m sorry.

Love one person and then love heaven.

I should be very moved, but I’m still free.

He took all of them to the ancient altar, and Meng Yi could not believe: “Why are you still alive?”

“Is this the mountain of God? Is there a god in this world?”

With a brand-new sword, Ji Hyun-taek’s robes are alien to the pure white mountain and appear to be too heavy on him, and the fox mask is alien to him.

He lifts his mask and does not care about the eyes of others.

The sound of a luminous magnetic sound: “There are gods on three feet.” Woe to God, and nature is to be damned. If you do something wrong, you’ll always have consequences somewhere. For it is a destiny, and it cannot escape. I’m sorry.

He looked at me and said, “Voice, I want you to live. I’m sorry.

He cut Meng Yi’s throat.

And suddenly I understood why he saw me at the moment when he burned himself, and my soul changed.

Until then, I existed on my own, and I wanted him dead.

And at that moment, when he stood up to me, he changed his mind, and he wanted me to live, and in his eyes I was always the first to look good.

One by one, he killed those people, bearing the burden of killing and blood on his own, and slowly shed blood on the dents of the altar, turning into an old and complex pattern.

Turns out he’s looking for a way to recreate the body.

The altar is coming up with a little light.

And when Ji Hyun-tai killed one, counting one, and finished the last, he whispered, “One is still missing. I’m sorry.

Then he went to the center of the altar, turned his sword upside down and cut his heart out.

He’s the one who’s tougher to others and worse to himself.

But this time, he was in pain so much that he could shake.

The shivering of hands, rigid and difficult completion of the subsequent rituals, and the ceremonial gills, I lost consciousness.

When I woke up again, I saw the golden light dispersing, the cold wind.

I can feel the wind.

The dead bodies of the altar had disappeared, the altar was clean and clean. The ancient myths seem even evil because they follow the most basic reason — life for life.

And I rose from the middle of the altar, and, as I recovered, the mountains were swept away from the desolation, and large and beautiful bouquets of the last rose from the mountains to the foot of the mountains, and the wind was moving.

I’m like, really becoming a god.

Standing here, you can see everything. I know that the ice and snow are out there, that the warm sun of spring rises again two years later, and Kyushu cheers.

I can see where Ji Hyun-taek is.

As soon as I woke up, I couldn’t see him.

He had too many murders on his hands, been ostracized from the mountain, and, more importantly, he had been restrained. He should have died at the moment of his heart’s autopsy, and he had carried out the ritual with a breath.

He still has that breath, outside the mountain.

And We opened the entrance, and he sat still in the snow, in a state of incarnation, and looked at it, and looked at it as though it were beautiful and holy.

He makes a smile: “Foo, you’re home. I’m sorry.

I was watching him quietly.

I’m not going back to the original. I changed. He helped me and became a real god.

I stood with him and helped me to become God.

He said he was sorry and never said that he wanted to redeem himself. He was only one thing after another, and did nothing but complete it, so that those who hurt me would be punished, and the scars of my life would be removed.

And when he was white as a twilight, and his garments were snowed, blood drew out large pieces of white red, and his lips were pale, and his scars were not able to stop the beauty of his bones. And when the phoenix looked at me, suddenly I thought of the last flower in the gust.

Blood-stained, broken, will be lost at any moment.

He gave me the sword, and laughed: “Kill me, and kill me with your own hand. I’m sorry.

I looked at him in peace, and felt neither love nor hatred, as if there was no love, but nothing but tenderness, peace and relief.

I didn’t want to kill him, I wanted to save him, but as soon as I reached out, I was blocked by an invisible knot, and the mountain wouldn’t let me out.

I shrunk my hand.

The sword was finally taken, and as soon as it was in hand, it became a flower, which fell over the border into his hands.

Say softly:

“I can’t get out of the mountain. Take a flower with you. I’m sorry.

The last flower, in the name of blessing, peace, the cleanness of the sea, and all the good blessings.

He looked at me for a long time and suddenly sheds a tear of blood in his eyes, and his face smiles, and his eyes are complex and emotional, as if I had not been possessed by hatred, and as if I had not gone too far.

“Good. I’m sorry.

And when the voice of the voice had come down, suddenly he bled, and he watched me fall down on the earth, perhaps as a consequence of the forbidden practice, and his body was scattered.

The end of the earth, filled with good wishes and healing power.

He didn’t get out of the mountain.

We tarried for a long time before we turned to the mountains.

Take three or two steps and look back.

It’s still empty.

Quantified

After many years and years, when I have control over the faith between the heavens and the earth, the Mount of God will unblock me and let me out.

And We created the nations of the fairies and demons with the power of their Lord, and the power of the world is full, and everything grows, and everything grows, and it rekindles in the underworld, so that people may be brought back to life, and a place of rest and an end will come to life.

The Queens of Mankind have changed their royal surnames, the capital has moved to other places, and the ancient walls of the city are covered with moss and silence.

I went back to the old palaces of waste, where the traces of years had corrupted the palaces which had been golden and glorious, and which had been smitten with smoke.

The astrology tower is still in place.

It’s cold.

There’s no one but the bugs in the corner.

I looked all over the abandoned palace, and I didn’t find her, and I thought of something, and I went deep into the underworld.

The bouquets of flowers on the other side are ferocious, and the spirits are driven by ghosts, and there is only one person who wanders in the flowers without purpose.

I found her: “Do you want to be my god?”

She was surprised to see me, pulled me so much, listened to my questions, and shook her head, “Hey, I have to wait for him.” I’m sorry.

I didn’t want to force her to say good-bye and not to leave, to look at the dream girl wandering alone between a bunch of new ghosts, and suddenly think about the little white dragon.

Little White Dragon is also a spirit, because long before it hatched, the dynasty was destroyed, its owner was displaced and it died in the egg shell.

But his heart was stubborn and he remained undissolved, and he followed him even though he could not see when he returned to the throne.

The people and things of the Old Gods seem to be horrifying.

I went back to time, pinched a mortal’s soul, pushed it in the team.

That’s the guy, Maggie.

When that man’s soul passed by, Monk didn’t react.

When the man’s soul was far away, Monk was still standing there, asking if anyone had seen her teacher.

She waited so long that she waited until it was cool, and then from the cold until it was hot, surrounded by a new soul with roots falling down, with only one soul of the old day running like a speck without roots.

But she doesn’t remember the look of the guy who waited.

Two people passed by each other.

I shouldn’t have suffered. I’ve been in love for a long time, and I’ve seen it in my heart.

I thought of that little White Dragon again.

I went back to the unknown little mountain bag, and the entrance to the mountain was long gone.

Things have changed.

All over Kyushu, the people live in peace and pleasure, the demons and the ghosts are often mixed up in humans, the two communities are born to fight and fight, and the gods are growing and re-emerging.

This small mountain bag seems to have been forgotten by the world.

Years are forgotten in the flood of time.

The snow had not been melted, the dead forest had not sprouted, the former hut had collapsed, the bricks had piled up in disarray, and the coloured rabbit lamps had been buried in bricks and snow.

It’s the only place in the world that’s alive, and it’s like it’s never alive, and it’s cold and it’s in the bones.

Once upon a time, the little White Dragon was here, in the snow that he had scattered, strangling in small groups. I said I could arrange for it to be reborn.

I am a new God, and I can reshape the spirit of any man or beast, except him, who is forbidden, and there is no possibility of re-emergence.

Little Haku won’t. He wants to be with his master.

It’s simple, even if it’s stubborn, and it’s simple as childish.

It says that the master was dressed in white and that the deceased country never wore a white dress.

Its obsession is simply to look at the master again in white.

And from its few memories We saw the Teenage of the Adventists, before the people of the dead passed away.

The young man’s robe was as clean as snow, unblemished in his face, and his eyes were clear, and he was put to the test by the taffy. He smiled, he answered, and he won the hall.

If it had not happened later, he would have grown into a handsome, white-clothed man, followed by the girls of the city passing through the streets, then he would have frowned away from them, and would have turned his back against her, and be regarded by the people of the city as the flower of the hyena.

But no if.

He never wore white clothes after his country had broken down, because it was too bloody.

In the end, he returned to the face of a white robe, dissipating in pure white snow, with little white dragons dying, sad and satisfied, and gradually disappearing in the snow.

It was also supposed to be the dragon of the sky, but it died in incubation and failed to act as a powerful and powerful man.

The hills were silent, and the faded rabbits were blown thinly by the wind.

I pulled it out of the snow and suddenly my heart hurt.

Remembering a long time ago, when people walked through the mountains, went through bitter trials, carried fragments and flowers, told me that love was happiness, hope, courage, thorns, everything, and that I loved myself.

He said, ‘We have reached the foot of Mount God.’ I’m sorry.

Case number: YXX1yvBylevF2arGK4Srpwz

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