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He had nightmares again.
He saw a white fox fall on the ground, and a leopard demon tore her abdomen with a tooth, with a warm internal body which could not wait to gush out, and blood dyed her beautiful fur.
And when a black fox straddles and is surrounded by the companions of the leopards, he struggles, roars, whispers, and the dust is flying, and there is no escape for him, and a hot blood is scattered over the dead grass.
And when they disperse, all shall return to peace.
There were only two bodies left, and a few pieces of flesh were hanging on bare ribs, unspoken and bleak.
And a young black fox, hiding far away, witnessed the tragedy, shaking, convulsing and wetting his face with tears.
He tried to close his eyes and heard the ghosts whispering: “The way of heaven is never merciful, and the strength of the weak is the truth. Your parents are weak, so they are eaten alive, and you are too weak to see your parents leave you. But now you have the chance to escape your weak destiny, why not accept it? I’m sorry.
“No, it’s just a nightmare. It’s your fantasy. He tried to convince himself, “It’s just a dream, me, I don’t want to be the next evil god I don’t want to be.”
The evil spirit was raised from the sacrifice of the last fox, before it was in the swamp, when the blood of the stone brought forth the evil God, even as a sign of good faith, and even the evil God led him to his temple to shelter them, only to make him his successor.
And also because of the influence of the evil gods, his internal strength began to frenzy, and when he was in a state of mood, he had black gravitates on his face.
Ever since he came to this temple, the evil God has spared no effort to convince him that you are the master of right and wrong before the mighty power. I just want the blood to continue. You have more potential than the last fox. You’ll be the master of this land. I’m sorry.
But even though he was naive enough to know that there was no good in the world for no good reason, he persisted in his refusal to accept it, and the evil gods allowed him to go through the past, over and over at night, how his parents died, how he went to the Green Hills with a vision…
In Quechu, they treat him as an untouchable alien, a monster who can go mad at any moment, and no matter how he pleads. There are foxes who pretend to accept his gestures, and when he rejoices, make a loud laugh.
He thought that he would return to his community and be cared for by his family again, but he was always cast out like a shadow, wandering around in the land.
“What did you do wrong? You’re just too weak…””The whisper of the evil gods is so soft, as if it were true to him, that he was tempted to accept himself, “Do you want to hide and be trampled and humiliated like this? Are you willing to beg and not respond? I’m sorry.
He was intimidated by the last sentence and began to disprove: “I did not, I did not receive a response. I was not alone, I had friends, I had little dragons, I had taunts…”
“Oh? These two, who gave you a positive response? “The evil gods laugh and add the last straw to the camel.
The next moment he heard her voice, “No, what happened to you?” I’m sorry.
I’ll wake up crying in my sleep, and the moment he opens his eyes, I can’t help but wonder, “What happened to you? Did you have a nightmare?”
He rarely stayed with me these days, usually sleeping without seeing anyone, and had it not been for his voice this time, I had no idea there was a dark room in this temple.
He looked at me like I was in a state of shock.
I was just about to speak, and he held me tight again.
I was a little surprised, because he had not held me like this since he came here, and I tried to touch his back and asked, “Did you have a nightmare?” I’m sorry.
After half a mile, he answered softly: “Well, I dreamt of the day after my parents and I went back to the hill.” I’m sorry.
It doesn’t sound like a nightmare.
“I haven’t told you my story. Do you want to hear it? I’m sorry.
And I looked at his dark eyes, and in the light of his faintness I saw the fatigue that had never existed, so that I could hold his hand. I’m sorry.
Then he began to talk about those times that were never revealed to me, one word at a time and one word at a time.
He thought he had forgotten a lot of things, but it was only when he actually began to tell that that he had always remembered, but he was reluctant to remember.
Ever since his parents were very fond of him and took care of his innocence, he had never resisted anyone and had even been willing to follow the orders of his people into the mirrors.
Even if he knew, it was a road of exile that would never go back.
Maybe in his subconscious he thinks he’s guilty. Why am I a black fox?
I’m scared, I’m guilty.
However, occasionally, only rarely, he would feel frustrated, and why would he be treated as such without harming anyone?
After that, he was silent for a long time and I didn’t know what to answer.
And he looked down at the hand that shook us and whispered, “They do not like me.” I’m sorry.
And when it was as though it had been said in peace, and as if it had been said about others, We saw that he was in deep sorrow and in despair.
“I am not like them. I’m sorry.
“They didn’t look at me alone, and they cried in their eyes, and said again, “They didn’t like me. I’m sorry.
I know that he didn’t want to hear it. He was just asking me for confirmation.
So I gave him a positive answer: “I’m not like them.” I’m sorry.
The tears fall from the eyes of those who are not alone, and shine upon his face, and they are moving.
He said, “But I am weak, I am not strong enough, you are so good to everyone, and in your heart I am the same as anyone else.” I’m sorry.
I looked carefully at him: “I will help anyone who needs help, because I have the ability, and I happen to meet, to save Saiyun, Dr. Lee, save you and Bruce, and even save a stranger.” But not alone, it doesn’t mean you’re the same as Saiyun, even if you’re not strong enough, it doesn’t stop me from being nice to you because I like you. I’m sorry.
“No, but you will not stay with me.” I’m sorry.
I hesitated to say, “Segregation is inevitable, but that doesn’t mean I’m abandoning you. No matter how hard it is, we’ll see each other again. I’m sorry.
He asked no question, but looked at me a bit, and spat his lips: “I’d love to kiss you, Zoo.” I’m sorry.
I was like, “Ah?”
Then he rose up slightly, and approached me, looking closely at my face, and asked, “Is it okay?”
“Ah…” And I was so nervous that I couldn’t see where to look and noded at the subconscious.
And he held my shoulder, and leaned towards it, and We closed my eyes, and felt his lips warm and soft, as a dragonflies water, and touched it.
And I opened my eyes and found him weeping, and this was pure joy, and he laughed with tears: I fear it is another illusion. I’m sorry.
Then he told me about the evil gods.
Then I heard it, and his heart was blinded. No wonder he knew so well about it, and said, “It is from the mural.”
But I took a closer look at it, and the mural line was intrusive and simple, and it was clearly a simple graft, and it had nothing to do with it.
So We knew that something had been hidden from me, and that he had tried a few times, and he turned away. Now I can finally ask him, “Why didn’t you tell me?” I’m sorry.
He whispered, “I’m really scared, but you said I was like your brother, and I thought I could be strong and make things better for you, but it’s so hard, I’m not as smart as you to be a brother.” I’m sorry.
That’s why a chicken fox can be strong for a lover.
I couldn’t help but laugh and make him laugh: “Thank you, brother. I’m sorry.
He turned red and turned away from me: “What do you call me that?” I’m sorry.
“What, brother? I think it’s funny to repeat, “What are you shy about? Don’t you want to be my second brother? I’m sorry.
It took us a while to start talking about the next thing, because everything was talked about, so the mood was very high, and when I looked at me, it was always funny.
You’re so focused, you’re so hot.
I covered his eyes: “Don’t look, I can’t think about things like this.” I’m sorry.
He justified himself: “But they are beyond my control, and look to you.” I’m sorry.
I put down my hand and I couldn’t help it: “What am I looking at? I’m sorry.
“Don’t you know?” He’s surprised, “You’re so beautiful.” I’m sorry.
I laughed and thought, long ago, that it was an exaggerating and sincere way of speaking.
In any case, we have an untrustworthy attitude towards the unity of evil spirits, and I warn not to be alone, and nothing can stand up to, and I must be told.
The next few days, when we came here, we had the best time, and thanks to that evil god, it was as if it were normal to close the door and not to see the mess.
Not to be bored, but to bring down the only two jade stones on the pillar of the temple, which used to be a circle, and which had made both of them a crack, and had a bit of abrasion, and he left one for me.
I asked him why he had to make a crack, and he said it looked like I was a rock.
I played with this little rock, and I said, “Do you know what this shape is called?” I’m sorry.
“Hmm? I’m sorry.
“It’s the jade ring that’s perfect. It’s one piece, it’s half-circle, it’s called “warm.” I put two pieces together, and I wrote them to him, “And the two pieces together are the other. I’m sorry.
The same pronunciation, the same shape, is two different words, which represent different meanings.
Wretched, a sign of exile, and a sign of rejection, and as a token of the faith of both men, with precious and good intentions.
# Don’t look me in the eye # You know a lot. I’m sorry.
And I could not help but say, “It is only two more words.” I’m sorry.
He came up like a puppy and kissed me in the face, laughing and smiling, “We have two pieces, a token.” You’re the most precious stone in the world. I’m sorry.
On another rainy day, we came out of the temple, trying to explore the boundaries of the land, and finally came to the edge of a crack, which was wide and deep, with dark fog, and we could not see the opposite or the bottom.
So guess this is the end.
We’re on our way back and we’re not groaning: “Alas, there are at least two more of us who don’t know what happened to Bruce, and he’s so stupid what if they eat them like snakes?” I’m sorry.
“You’ve eaten snake spoons? I’m sorry.
And do not take it for granted: “Yeah, I ate it a few times on the hill, and then I ate it in the mirrors, and he complimented me for my work.” I’m sorry.
I said nothing, but I endured it for half a day, or asked: “Did the snake say anything?” I’m sorry.
I won’t tell you if I’m alone.
I’m afraid he’ll cry for his life.
“You’re so stupid, you’re not the one who can make a good animal, and there are common snakes in the demons.” I’m sorry.
It’s like I’m back in the past and not far away, catching fish in the rivers of the mirrors, shopping for liquefies, rowing on the lake and watching the flowers…
At that time, everyone had a happy smile, and there was not so much hate for life.
It’s just that I know that I can’t go back to a time like that.
But I didn’t think I’d be able to get through this for a while.
And when the middle of the day was reached, a lightning was suddenly split from the sky, and a thick cloud was cut open, but a few moments passed, and the lightning was still on.
We all waited to find out it wasn’t a lightning, but a light, with a man in it.
We saw him through a curtain of silk, long as ink, in a crane’s fragrance, and in this eccentric and depressive place of evil, his eyelids revealed an impeccable light.
He was only one, but he was more terrible than that day, but he was only an eye, and I felt the weight of the weight of the masters, and surely he was the supreme heaven.
Then in a moment, Our hearts rose a great panic, not for myself, but not alone.
I wouldn’t have thought he’d be here himself. What if he found out he wasn’t alone? If he does, I can’t stop him.
And he whispered, “It’s been a long time. I’m sorry.
“I’m not eulogy. “I deal with him in my mouth, but my mind is running mad, and all that is around me is so tight as to be bowed.”
And We put our hands gently on his waist and pressed it, and made it clear with our eyes that he should not show his tail.
“Don’t be silly. Come here. “He is the emperor, and when he uses the power of heaven, a word becomes the word, and when the word falls, I feel a powerful force pushing my limbs.
I tried to struggle, but I could only walk up like a puppet.
“Ooh! “He tried to catch me, but as soon as he reached out, he was crushed by an eye of the emperor, kneeling hard on his knees, and the ground fell out of two dents.
He should not have found the unsolved nine-tails, but frowned in rare ways. I’m sorry.
It’s like it’s a bad word for a fox.
So that my mouth could still move, and I said to the emperor, “Let him go, I will go with you.” I’m sorry.
Zing, you should listen. He whispered.
Having said that, I have heard not so much a sudden and sharp sound of suffering as if it were going through.
I can’t turn my head, I can’t shake my heart, I can’t stop him, I can’t stop him, I can’t help but beg, “No, no, it’s all my fault… He is innocent. Please, don’t be angry with him. I will listen. I swear, I will listen to whatever you say.”
His face is so calm, so perfect, so calm and so proud to look down on people.
“This is not anger, eulogy, but remember that none of heaven’s ways, nor of Me, is invincible, and this is the price you have to pay. I’m sorry.
I almost didn’t have time to react — th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-this-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-that-th-th-th-th-th-th-that-th-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-
And the heavens and the earth were silent.
And the last of them was the rain that beats the silent body as if it would never stop.
God be with you.
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There’s a feast in the sky today, in the wind palace.
The wild forest of the wind and the waves of the sexual children are the most unobstinate, and he travels around the South Sea and the South Sea, and he is a first-class man in the calm and secure sky.
It’s rare to have a party in heaven, and he’s the lead.
This is no exception.
It’s about the name of a man who’s been doing a great job with his ass this year, and he’s asking his fairies, even those from the lower world, but the wild forest doesn’t care about the difference between the sky and the lower world, whether he’s a demon or a demon, but whatever he’s got, he’s got it right.
In the midst of the clouds, the fairies are gorgeous, their faces are so delicate, their heads are so full of radiance, and the fairies are swaying with their flute, or making jokes about people they know.
And when they had come to the table, they listened to only a few scrawling chopsticks, and they raised their cups, and all laughed.
He raised the jade a little, and shouted, “You, I have been out for a long time. It is a good thing to be back today, with the bouquets, with new friends and friends. I’ll drink one first.”
Come on, after he’s been drinking on his head, everyone’s cheering and laughing, “How come you’re drunk? I’m sorry.
“If we can live together, how can we be drunk? “The forest smiles and wipes off its lips and shakes its head, “It’s good wine, it’s not good, it’s bad.” And I have learned a song from the world, and the right to begin it, and if you are happy to hear it, give it a reward. I’m sorry.
“Ah, we’re going to have a drink before we get a drink.” I’m sorry.
People laugh again.
The wild forest smiled at the Fairy of the Flowers, without refuting it, then turned over the chopsticks and banged on the saucer, and sang, “Chessy crap, lumber-ding, lumber-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-d-ding-ding-d-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-d-d-ding-d-d-ding-ding-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-
He’s got a big voice, he’s in the clouds, and he’s causing the crane to grow.
There was a happy atmosphere on the table, and the people met each other in a cup, and they didn’t want to get drunk, but they laughed.
“Ah, the sky has been a difficult place in recent years and if it hadn’t been for the forest, we wouldn’t have had any coke.” I’m sorry.
And his colleague said, “It is no shame that, in a few hundred years, a number of fairies have disappeared. I’m sorry.
There was an intercession: “Why didn’t the forest invite the god?” How could I not have seen her from the moment she returned, even if she had entered the Qur’an, and would not have come to it alone. I’m sorry.
The above-named God, who was self-proclaimed and possessed, then, when the Emperor called him to his place, so that she might wash her heart, so that she could go into the pit, wash away the dust, and forget about it.
So she went back to heaven and did not know anyone.
He also said, “It’s not surprising, perhaps by nature. And We were in charge of the lawn of heaven, but never did I set foot in her house, and the land of Qaiin was barren. I’m sorry.
Some people say, “Oh, my God. What kind of land is that?”
The young officer turned his head and found himself a young man in black, sitting alone, with a hidden face on top of the Great Monopoly.
Not a man of the fairies, but a friend of the wild forest, a little fairy in the breath.
He thought he was curious, and said, “This is a friend who knows nothing, and who lives near the realm of magic, and whose cliffs are so far away and so snowy all year long that he is not born.” I’m sorry.
The young man in black noded his head without saying a word.
At the end of the feast, the song and dance were full of sorrow, and no one noticed the young man in the black robe had risen and left his seat alone.
Only the owner of the feast, who accidentally took a look at the fairies in his drink, was drunk and fainted, fell on the shoulders of the fairies, and kept raising his cup: “Foot, have another drink! I’m sorry.
The Fairy of the Flowers, who had known him for a long time, was close to him, and pressed his cup, but gently: “All drunk and still drink.” I’m sorry.
He walked through the arch bridge of the White Jade Pavilion, which was swirling over the top of the sky, with the pixie on its feet, with the fragrance of flowers in the air and the sound of the feast coming from far away.
Thirty-three palaces, golden beasts on the ridge, seventy-two large and small shrines, and jade storks on the front door. The halls of retrogression are full of twilight, twilight, twilight, twilight, glamour.
This is the heaven in which people yearn.
The Skymen who were supposed to be on the patrol were out there drinking and drinking. After all, this is heaven. What can happen?
He moved slowly beneath his feet, as if he were a wind and as if he were a smoke.
And after about a fragrance, he entered the land of the desolation, and the two bounds of God were bound together, except on the side of heaven, standing a mountain of wonders, blocking the way to it.
It’s like a thousand blades, piles, a cold wind is blowing through your ears, and the dark sky is so full of unsuspecting snow.
Whoever looks at it, it’s not where the sky should be, even the light is dark.
A long stone bridge was set up, and as the steps rose, there was a pebble on both sides of the steps, which should have had candles, but which had fallen long ago.
On the back you can see a hill-based attic, with rusty copper bells on the high side, and a fertilized sculpture that is no longer fresh, with only the remaining skinned wood paint.
He’s walking very slowly, as if he’s comfortable, as if he were afraid.
But in the end, it is.
The door was covered in cold air and immersed in his breath.
It’s dark, it’s not bright.
He walked in with hesitation, and the next minute, the air fluctuated sharply, with an invisible killing hanging over his neck.
I showed up with a bean candle from the corner, and there was a stairwell, and I stood at the last steps of the stairwell, and I was dazzling with a little face.
He was holding his breath and whispering, “Hush…”
I looked at the sudden intruders and smelled the power of a abyss beneath them, even more afraid to relax and ask, “Who are you?” I’m sorry.
He stood at the door, covering up the light that was not bright, and he was covered in black robes with a thin grey feather, and even his face fell apart.
I frowned and sensed that he had no malice, but his power was by no means all in heaven — chaos, muffledness and danger.
And We asked: “Who are you? Why are you here?”
It took him a while before he lifted his eyelids, and it was under him a pair of eyes full of shade, so sad.
And he opened his mouth, and his voice was dumb, and it was as though he were in a dream: “I have a man whom I had promised to see again. I came to her. I’m sorry.
I looked at him and tried to take back the killing that was hanging around his neck — it was a thread of air.
I am in need of a break, and it is better not to clash with him.
So We tried to be gentle: “I know that you are not one of those in heaven. There is no one in this for whom you are looking for. Return.” I’m sorry.
But he refused to go, and even came a little closer: “Have you heard the story of the tails? I’m sorry.
“What do you mean? I’m sorry.
Of course I know the story, and the tailborn and the woman waited under the beam, and the woman did not come, and the water came and he refused to leave, and died with the pillars of the bridge.
And when he was born with a woman, he read it over and over again, and looked at me, and smiled at me, and cried, and said, “It’s me, O yee!” I’m sorry.
# As the same voice #
And I watched him cry, and suddenly my heart shuddered, and I hastened to look away: “I do not know you, this is the heaven, and you go away, and you will be found to be in danger.” I’m sorry.
But his face was stuck in my head.
The eyes of green as the waves of the mountains are clearly a cold face, and when the tears fall, the red nostrils and the tails of the eyes draw out a fragile wind.
Let them grow soft in their hearts.
How did this happen?
He was still whispering, “I have waited seven hundred and twelve years for you, and you did not return. Do you not recognize me?” I’m sorry.
And I tried to harden my heart: “Where shall I recognize you, because you are a demon? Needless to say, please leave heaven immediately. I’m sorry.
He looked at me in the air, and there was a shadow on his face, and his eyes were dark and his eyes were blind.
And when I raised my guard, he suddenly came down soft and smiled at me, “Oh, good.” I’m sorry.
Come on, just turn around and leave.
I watched his back disappear in the snow and immediately waved my hand to the door, and I could no longer bend over and spit a big sip of blood.
I carefully sided the candlestick, sat down on the cold stairs, closed my eyes, pressed power and relieved the pain.
Every once in a while, the emperor asked me to enter energy for a southern sea snow Jade, and I was almost empty every time.
The Jade itself is dead, but it’s a little alive.
The emperor said it was made for the sake of stability.
I have returned to the throne, but I am guilty, so even though I do not know what the treasure is, the emperor is not wrong, and the emperor is for me, and I am indefensible.
Besides, it’s heaven’s mercy to keep me in the position of God, and I’ll be grateful for it.
I held on to the jade that I used to carry with me, and I put up with another wave of pain without an expression, but I couldn’t help but wonder if that man had left safely.
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After a while, I opened my eyes, and I saw the darker the sky and the darker the snow.
There is no difference between the heavens and the earth, but I am at the border between them, and it is common for the sky to change.
And the candle was still burning, and I was blowing it out, and I saw a hand with a long hand holding it up: “No, it’s too cold for you, and it’s a little light.” I’m sorry.
And We looked up, and We took a breath of a clear eye: “You have come later this day in the spring.” I’m sorry.
We know that you will come back, and it will be hard for you to rest. ”He walked in front, the candles in his hand, and he was covered in warm light, and there was no shadow on the walls.
Every time he comes from the realm of evil, he turns around and confuses his breath with it, even though he is afraid to kiss him, and there is only one part.
It’s probably the only advantage of living here, too, easily mixed in.
And as the spring went up, he said, “The fragrance of the lower part of the world has deteriorated, and I wandered through the world, and found the plague, ten rooms and nine rooms, and the anger of the people was as high as the snow, and as it was in the abyss. I’m sorry.
And every time We return to the temple, its snow will be as the sea, and it will not be seen, there will be but a bead, and it will be turned as if it were to come forth in the sun. That bead is the southern sea’s snow and snow, and is the treasure of heaven’s mouth — but can it really make the bottom?
Everything is a life-and-death cycle, but there’s no new life.
“But it has nothing to do with the Mount of Spirits, and if you do not have the right to intervene in the affairs of the Emperor, you have been the closest to him in recent years, and if you do not know why he is weak, the Six Worlds will surely be in trouble.” “When spring stops, I’ll talk.
And I followed him, looking at the peacock’s tail feathers of his white coat, as a silent eye in the candlelight, looking at me.
When Haruh realized that I was different, he said, “Sei, why are you here?” I’m sorry.
And I whispered: “I sensed the spirit of Danzig in the snow of the South Sea, only for a moment I heard her voice and was calling me. I’m sorry.
Danzie, it’s the first person I’ve ever met back in heaven. She was originally a red bird, and it seemed like she was a distant relative.
Every time she comes back to my place, she complains, “This place is so cold that my feathers are bald,” but she comes almost every day.
I remember the way she rolls, spreads her wings, like a hairball floating in the air, flying in fear that it will fall, and before she gets to the door, she screams, “Clean!” Quiet! I’m sorry.
She was born in heaven as a child and was particularly curious about my affairs, but I forgot to clean it up, and she went around asking about my past, my previous place, my friends, my past and then told me.
However, according to her sources, I had previously appeared to be very boring, infrequent, with little contact and little knowledge of me.
I actually felt that there was something wrong, that I was far from what I am, so I went to see the fairy who knew me before, but the sky was vast, there were many fairies, and there was only a blurry image of them, along with time.
Most people turn away from me, perhaps because I am a god — a god who has gone into evil, even in heaven.
As a result, my friends are few, and my contacts are very secretive, the fish-loving West River theorist, the ferocious god of martial arts, and the light of a playwright… Oh, and Danzie, she doesn’t care about being known, and she likes to listen to stories of old age to share with me, because I don’t know anything, she’s the perfect person to spit.
I met Danzie in 306 and she died.
As long as the heavenly people live, they are not immortal. But when the wonders are weak and their hairs pale, they will die. The dead of the fairies are scattered, and the six worlds will never be found again.
First she was weak for a long time, and then fell asleep, and then her hair was white, and she was thinner, and I was unable to save her, but I could only watch her as a flower, and she lost.
Before she died, she looked at me and said, “I died too early to know you.” I’m sorry.
I held her hand, and my heart broke, but I cried.
She became a little bird, the feathers of fire faded away from the light of God, and then scattered the plume of the sky, without even the plume.
She died too early. In most of the world, she was almost a little girl in her 2000s.
Who knows, a live bird like this will die early.
I would have been sad, but I accepted that fact until I found him.
He said, ‘How can a bird with a phoenix’s bloodline die early? I’m sorry.
Then We became so brief, so that I was hardly in touch with anyone, and listened to the gods, and turned back to me.
More than 400 years have passed, and the sky has passed, and I don’t know, but I know it shouldn’t.
I’ve always managed to control my emotions, but today I’m in the temple and I’m hearing the whisper of “creature” that almost opens up.
This proves that her death was indeed a conspiracy, perhaps because she was too close to me, perhaps because of her phoenix blood, perhaps because of what the secrets of her inquiries touched … Maybe all of them.
When I heard her voice again, I seemed to see her eyes still pure before she died and looked at me and said, “It’s good to know you.”
Danzie, I’m not worth it.
For all these years, I have been alive and lost, and my soul is growing, and I cannot afford to know you.
We went up to the second floor of the corridor, where we saw the wind and the snow and the snow, and we looked back at me, “Sei, you have to hold on, many people depend on you.” I’m sorry.
“I know, I’m just… a little tired.” I’m sorry.
When spring held my hand, a golden light flowed through my wrists: “Don’t be afraid, I will take care of you.” I’m sorry.
It’s been a good time for me.
He said, ‘I know the fate of the female, and then suddenly she disappeared, because she had made a great wish that she would not be born unless the heavens and the earth were united.’ I’m sorry.
I felt the warmth he gave me, and thought, “But why did she leave the world so quickly?” I’m sorry.
She is the mighty one who has made such a wish, and there is no one who knows where she is unless the oath is fulfilled.
“What is the reason for avoiding the world if it is peaceful?” I’m sorry.
My heart turns and I realize that, outside the words of Spring, the girl is not in the world. She is in the world. What kind of trouble can endanger her?
We murmured: “It is the emperor who has made an attempt on the female so that she would have to restrain him by the power of heaven.” He’s weak, he’s in turmoil, he’s disillusioned…”
I think I’m stuck in here again. If he’s taking back the power of the six barriers to ease his weakness, he won’t be able to make it any worse. What’s the South China Sea Snow Jade for?
I had a headache and I hit my head hard.
If I can’t figure out the consequences, I can’t do it, and the emperor is so powerful, he doesn’t have all the means to do it.
“Sei. * When the spring is light and hold my hand * I’m sorry.
We looked at him with Our eyes, and his eyes were kind and merciful, as the sea was for all things.
He was in the Mount of Spirits, struggling to see the world, better able than I to live and die, in love.
I was not able to lie: “I saw the devil.” I used a word that the man had said, “A man of old, he was a demon, I do not understand.” I’m sorry.
It’s time for spring, and his body is fading. I’m sorry.
I know what he means.
If he is of old, hide, and be not found.
“Find out the emperor’s true intentions and cut off all his back roads in order to achieve an early return to peace on the Six Circles. And the words of the springs began to fade: “Be patient until then. Don’t be afraid, I’m at the Mountain and I’m with you. I’m sorry.
I watched him leave, candles went out.
Every time the emperor called me, I lit the candle — this was a promise I had made.
We are not common, but every time I meet, I feel warm, at least I am not alone.
As was the case in the spring, there were many who were near to me, though they could not see each other.
It’s just that the one who just came out of nowhere was an emergency.
But I had no idea that there was more than that.
On a day two months later, the way of the sky rose, black and white, pierced, and even I was far away, could see clearly the sight of those within them.
As the only way down the horizon to rise above the sky, there is an official temple, which, regardless of its original foot, can be called a fairy.
But it’s been almost a thousand years, and now it’s two… and I step out of the sky and step on the mountain and find out that both are demons.
One black fox, one white dragon.
For some reason, my heart was in a bad way, and I was unconsciously headed in the direction of the rising path.
It’s like a stone to a lake, breaking the calm in the sky, and there are still idle fairies and fairies that gather from everywhere to the way of the promotion.
“Sister, you’re out too. Isn’t it true that you can’t be separated for half an hour? I’m sorry.
“The flowers can grow again, but they won’t be there after all.” I’m sorry.
Two fairies smile and walk together.
I know the flower fairies among them, who are probably the most recognized beauty in the heavens, and whose face is elegant, and whose eyes are clear, and whose skirts are especially radiant, and who are always admired by your fairies, but who are not able to wear the same beauty of her atmosphere.
But in her own house, she loves to wear a long dress in a vegan dress, which is simple and easy to walk.
Huh? I’m far away. How do you know that?
Because I know her.
While I measure the beauty with the light, the two fairies come to me and salute me: “Bless the gods.” I’m sorry.
I held on to her face, held on to the urge to smile, a little bit of my head: “The fairies don’t have to be polite. I’m sorry.
“It’s rare to see God go out and see what’s going on.” I’m sorry.
I said, “Well, it’s been a while since we’ve seen new people. I’m sorry.
“Well, let’s go with God.” I’m sorry.
I said, “The fairies don’t have to be polite. I’m sorry.
I never knew another fairy, and with her I was not embarrassed at all.
It’s a long way to go, and it’s a point to the fairies.
When we arrived at the scene, before the broad path of the lift, many people stood by and saw my presence, some with their smiles and some with their eyes closed.
But I was on one side, and my eyes slipped from the crowd, and he looked at me and looked at me, and he said, “I have seen God.” I’m sorry.
I looked at him for a while, and I kind of a little bit of a nod. I’m sorry.
Elevator roads have not yet been fully opened, and the two newcomers are still within them, flying from the bottom to the top, from the body to the spirit, and will undergo unprecedented curvature.
It was said that it had not been able to withstand it before the opening of the tunnel had been damaged and the boundary had fallen again.
In a sense, it is a test in itself.
The white dragon had to be hairy, with its horns all over its branches, and its eyes were red, and its eyes were strong, except that it could be seen in its uncleaned tail as a long twilight.
The original scales were stripped, the blood was blurred and quickly covered with new dragon scales, such as silver and snow armor.
Every drop of blood evaporates in the light of God, reintegrates itself into its own power.
It’s about as painful as it’s been, and it’s got a dragon groaning on its head, and it’s a long echo, and everyone here is retreating out of the way of the lift, looking at it, “The white dragon, the black fox, has never seen it before, and it’s interesting. I’m sorry.
On the other side, the black fox stands in stark contrast to the White Dragon, which seems to have only an arm as long as it is, with its head covered in its belly, with its big tails covered in a tight and tight way.
It is extremely quiet and silent and can only be seen by a slight tremor of its body that it is also suffering from great pain, and that, somehow, blood drops with its hair and evaporates in a moment.
I can’t help but blink my eyes.
At this point, there was a sudden sound behind me: “It’s cruel to think of it.” I’m sorry.
In that moment, my hair fell down.
All around me…
The emperor behind him bowed and bowed, and said, “See the king.” I’m sorry.
I didn’t move, I turned my back on him, and adjusted his face without a trace, and then I opened my mouth, “It’s true for all who rise up, what is cruel?” I’m sorry.
It’s a good word to say, but it’s too light to say about the suffering of others.
But the emperor smiled and opened the way to the fair.
A fox and a dragon fell into the jade pond, and immediately became a human being, and inside it was the water of the sky, washing them of the last obscenity and the spirit.
The heavenly emperor’s breath is as clear as the wind, but he is everywhere, and he lifts up a hand on my shoulder: “You rarely show up, but you know each other.” I’m sorry.
And We hardened our backs, and it seemed as though he was closer, and I could almost sense the sight of it.
And the long hair of the emperor is in the crown of the Jade, from the horns of the garments to the horns of the jade, as they are carved out of the stone. And now there’s a fragrance, and he’s got a little bit of a different feeling, and he’s no longer a devoted god.
My vision passed over two men in the jade pond, a rare white-haired cactus after the white dragon’s graft, which was lined up with his cuddled pupils, cold-faced and almost substantial.
Then he looked at the man in black, and looked at his strange face, and shook his head: “I do not know those who are below.” I’m sorry.
They bowed to the emperor before he appeared at the next moment of his presence in Yu Jia. I’m sorry.
“It has not been for a long time that the heavens and the worlds were like this. “When the heavenly emperor looks at people, he displays a certain amount of indifference by surprise. I’m sorry.
The last sentence is a message to all, so all the fairies speak.
Then the Emperor of Heaven was the White Dragon’s Spirit, and the Black Fox was the Winter of Winter, and all were the fairies.
The angels were sent away and scattered, and the fairies took them to the next trifles.
And I’m going away.
When he turned around and looked at the thin backs of his way away, the Qin Qianjin whispered his sleeve, whispering, “Don’t look, it’s bad to get caught.” I’m sorry.
“…this is the fairy palace of the flower fairies, the famous heaven…”
“She lost so much weight. I’m sorry.
He was dressed in black, and the tone of his speech was so low and so soft that he talked about her as to describe an old dream that could not be touched.
36
I walked into the door, from the top of the attic, pierced the fingertips, pressed the door, the door was blinked with gold and the whole door was turned into a waterwave barrier.
I went through the waterwaves and the door went back to the way it was.
This is my place.
And when it enters, it sees only a single bed, and there is no other.
But if you seal the door with my thermal blood, you’ll come to a completely different space, with round leaves like jade, laid on the floor, filled with every inch of cracks, and the luminous light of green light on this side.
They were so quiet and good, they didn’t move.
And We entered it gently, and the grass was dazzled into its ankles, and as it moved with its feet, the green was as radiant as it was, and the twirled, and it was removed from its blades, and it was scattered in the air, rejoicing and rejoicing.
Go to the center and I’ll sit down.
The light is upon my shirt, and I am almost completely wrapped, and I sense the movement in the sky.
I was sent a message silently from the House of Flowers, the House of Winds and Tianhe.
The forest was leaning in front of a window, laughing at a handmaiden, and suddenly felt that the head seemed touched lightly.
There’s only thin twigs above your head.
And he kept his eyes open, and he kept his free smile, and said to the handmaiden, “Your hair is crooked, go back to your house and clean up.” I’m sorry.
The woman who was the one who was the funny one, reached out and touched her hair: I’m sorry.
He went on to say, “It’s very popular recently, but it’s very easy to bend, and the cheeks are too thin to hold up. I’m sorry.
The forest seemed to be a great deal of fun, but he was also very interested in what happened to the daughter’s family, whether he had hair or makeup, and he could always say one, two, three, four.
The handmaiden is still a bit confused: “I see this is a beautiful flower fairy, and I’ve never been wrong. I’m sorry.
“She’s different. I’m sorry.
But he didn’t say anything.
The handmaiden left, and the woman had a long hair, and she was not coming back.
It is the wild forest that looks up to its head, and it is the peachy, ignominy and shyness, while there is an invisible leaf on its side.
He took it off, and he played it at will, and he said to himself, “Didn’t he say be careful? Why are you in such a hurry? I’m sorry.
I saw the smile on the face of the forest through the leaves, saying, “Did you fly him up?” I’m sorry.
No one can hear me except the wild forest.
But the forest did not understand: “Who is he?”
I gnawed on my teeth and knew that he was playing dumb: “It was only when Fong came to smell the winter fairy.” I’m sorry.
“Oh, oh, him. “The Lord of the Heavens should do it instead of me, if he can help people to rise.” I’m sorry.
“Stop pretending. “Did it not matter to you that he went up in two months after you set him up?” I’m sorry.
More importantly, I clearly sensed his shallowly modified power under the surface, and I’m afraid the Dixon was just his disguise.
“You don’t remember the past, you don’t remember him. He’s been waiting for you. “I have nothing to do with his flying up, but I know who else to lift him up, but if you do not go into your heart, you may guess who.” I’m sorry.
Someone else?
I smell like a frown.
“Why not use him as a helper?” I’m sorry.
“No, many change. And We categorically rejected it: “He is strong, but he is disobedient to right and evil, and cannot plot against one another. You know him, and leave the heaven as soon as you can with his friend. I’m sorry.
The forest was silent, smug, and asked, “How do you know that he is friends with another fairy?” I’m sorry.
I was asked to hold back, and then I answered, “There is nothing in heaven that I know but the temple.” I’m sorry.
Then it was cut off immediately.
The blades in the palm of the forest dried up in an instant and lost their anger, and he looked at it for a long time, and his doubts grew.
And there was a gleaming green, and I looked at a emptiness before me, and some of them appeared, and remembered the eyes of the man who wept.
A round leaf seems to have felt my internal volatilities, stomped softly on my legs and tried to comfort me.
I turned my head down and touched them again, waved all the greens together into a green maroon ball.
The jade ball floats in front of me, slowly turning.
And We closed their eyes, and leaped a thousand miles towards the supreme temple.
The temple is ready to enter, but deep in it there is a seemingly ordinary room — a place wrapped up by the gods of heaven — which cannot be near unless he permits it.
I went in many times, every time under the eyes of the Emperor, and I kept my eyes open for sending energy to the Jade.
What the hell is this?
The closer we approach the temple, the more cautious we are, the more depressively I am, almost like a dew.
The jade ball is moving at a fast pace, trying to create a sense with the jade in the temple. The jade has my power, and the jade is the same as the ball. It should be easy to feel each other, but it is harder to rise in heaven than it is in heaven.
I’ve been trying for hundreds of years, and I’ve just touched the side, never dared to go deep.
The dew is also visible, and it’s cold on the skin, and it’s in God’s mind. Will it be found?
I had a nervous breakdown, the first time I had crossed that threshold, and it was as if I had sunk into the sea, empty and empty, and the power of the emperor was deeper than the sea, and constantly washed my mind.
I have endured untold pains and kept the gods close and then approached.
And the light of the snow is now almost visible, and as the distance has been reduced, the plume seems to me as though it were self-suspecting, and it was in meditating.
Come on, come on Take me away Take us away
Just as I was going to touch the snow, there was suddenly a giant eye in the empty air, large and ungodly — because the surface of the otherwise clear eye was covered with fog, as if it were a white layer.
Even so, in the moment when it was opened, my vision was blown out of the temple, and I was afraid for a moment to flee, almost to flee, and in a single moment I ran back into my body.
“Hmm! I’m sorry.
And a blouse of blood sprung out of our mouth, and poured it over the jade ball before us.
At one glance, my consciousness was seriously wounded, the jade ball simply disappeared and even the round leaves around me were almost half dead.
I stood alone and looked at the blood that was raging on the floor, shocked and annoyed, and I was only a little close, so I could go into the top of the snow, and look into what was in it and find it at the last minute.
There can be no doubt that that eye is definitely the emperor’s, and he runs fast, and he may not know it was me, even if he sees someone breaking in.
Snow Jade responded to me about because there were the spirits of the fairies, and the eyes were blind, and the sight of the heaven should never be, and his power was getting weaker.
I rubbed my hand off the blood stains on my chin and made the room look empty.
The lady, the snow, the weak, the spirit, the white… I sat with my heart on the bamboo bed, and I thought there was something else that was critical.
But I’m in too much pain, I can’t think much, I can’t even think about it, I’m done if I get hit by the emperor.
He was able to perform a healing exercise with his own hands and prepared to go through it in peace.
Who knows, but listens to the copper bells in the corner of the building.
I’d like to lament in pain that God was against me and finally came to the door downstairs.
There was some whispering across the doorboard.
What’s her name now? I’m sorry.
In heaven, I’ve never heard of a fairy who is that accent — only someone new.
The other sound is familiar: Que sera, sera. I’m sorry.
“You’re a god, you’re a god. “The one who complained before, then cleared his voice and shouted, “God is quenching, little God is asking.” I’m sorry.
I opened the door and stood behind it and looked at the black and white, and said, “What’s so important about you two? I’m sorry.
It’s one step ahead of the winter. I’m sorry.
The spirit nods behind his back: “It’s just that the first person to come to visit the dock, and we understand that. “Don’t worry, we’ve gone a long way. You’re the last one.” I’m sorry.
I smoked my mouth. Are you a bandit?
“I appreciate the kindness of the two fairies, but now it’s too much trouble to ask you to come in. I’m sorry.
“What are you two doing? “It doesn’t fit the white-haired child’s outside of his cold-out form, as if he would soon be able to pull out a little mozzarella and me, and we’ve known each other for a long time. We’ve seen you all before. Let us in first, I’ll tell you. I’m sorry.
And I blinked, and endured the pain, and said, “I am a god, and I am responsible for the heavens and the earth, and the dust is no longer relevant.” I’m sorry.
“Oh, that heaven is not a good thing…” And before the words of the spirit were finished, I said, “Beware! I’m sorry.
The Quaker, who knew what he was saying, kept his mouth shut and hit him with his elbow.
“Ooh. “You’re not a god, you’re a stone, I’m not alone, he’s a little dragon, we’re here for you and you really don’t have to drive us away.” I’m sorry.
He spoke calmly and without too much volatility, but I always felt he was about to cry.
I can’t stand, I want to make a quick decision: “I don’t care who you are or for whom you come to heaven, but this is not your place.” I’m sorry.
He looked at me and said, “Why?” I’m sorry.
I commanded myself to look him in the eye and say the most damaging words: “The sky is too dangerous for a demon like you, isn’t it? I’m sorry.
“Oh shit, that’s tough. “The spirit is whispering next to it.
“…because I’m a…” “The face of a young man in a black robe is suddenly pale, and his voice is as soft as he can’t believe. I’m sorry.
His eyelashes were like fog, and when he fell down, the radians were long and beautiful. We almost thought he would shed tears again, but he did not.
After a while, he nodded in a quiet place and left without saying a word.
The spirit looked at me in the back, looked at him again and followed him.
My fingers held the door frame tight and my heart was more sour than my gods.
This is the second time I saw his back.
Don’t come back. Go away.
The clouds are high, the light of God is hidden, and there is joy and joy everywhere.
The Fairy stood at the top of the jade and turned his head at me: “O Lord, the King awaits you in the temple.” I’m sorry.
And We returned with Our feet to the top of the temple, and the clouds were trampled beneath them, as if they were walking in the clouds, and my heart was straitened.
When the temple was visited the day before, it was brought to me by the emperor today, so that I could not think less.
Did they finally find out?
How am I supposed to explain that I’m too curious to look at her? Or will you admit it?
When I walked in, I accidentally found a lot of people standing there, even smelling of winters and spirits.
We turned our eyes towards those who were on the top of the top of the throne, and leaned on their faces: “See the king.” I’m sorry.
He nodded his head: “Well, this call to you is something important to you.” I’m sorry.
And We raised our heads and looked at his face, and the light was clear in our eyes, and we saw a thousand different eyes, no joy, no shadow.
I was afraid to look at it, and I looked down on it, “but at the behest of my lord.” I’m sorry.
“The kings of the world of demons have in recent days welcomed a son who is a heir to the world of evil, and who can establish it. The heavens deserve to greet it. Today, the world is in disarray, and the fairies have their own affairs. If you’re a god, you’re not going to lose your identity. I’m sorry.
He asked me, but his tone did not mean anything but to wait for me to bow down and take command.
I think it’s a strange and irrefutable order. It’s natural to congratulate the devil for having a child.
So I said, without hesitation, “Follow the command of the ruler.” I’m sorry.
And who knows, he says suddenly, “This is a short journey to the world of magic, but you have not gone out for a long time, and you are wounded, and there are some of those who follow.” I’m sorry.
I was on alert. Did he say that I had a wound? Did he mean something?
And when I think about it, I look down, and I look right into his eyes, and it’s so cold, like I see everything.
And We kept the look of the wind, and it was the same: “But at the command of His Lord, I’m sorry.
Then a bright woman spoke: “I wish to go with God. I’m sorry.
I don’t have to look back and know who it is.
She has always been idle and has spoken for me now — although we have not spoken for centuries since Danzie died.
“You’re really free. He looked at her and said to me, “You come near, I’ll see how you’re hurt.” I’m sorry.
I almost immediately said, “Some of the old wounds have already been brought up, thanks to you.” I’m sorry.
He did not call me except a little: Quiz. I’m sorry.
I can’t stop shivering at two simple words.
At some point he called me, and I disobeyed him, and the consequence was…
My hands are tight, no more words, walk in peace.
His jade is not high, but it makes me feel cold.
I stood a little below him, a little head up, and I could face him.
And he sat on top of it, and the crane’s long coat fell upon the ground, and my eyes were filled with a fine, soft white feather, whose light flowed as the moon, and it was the breath of the emperor alone.
Then the breath covered me.
He put a hand on my neck, like a master, touching my skin.
And I was so stiff that I could sculpt my hand, and I tried to restrain myself from his impulses, saying, “Now that the fairies are unable to get out of their hands, let the winter and the spirit come with me, so they come to heaven, and they should be familiar with their affairs.” I’m sorry.
“You’re kind. * He leaned towards me, staring in my eyes *
I’m not answering.
“Yes. He noded his head and sat back, and he said, “Get out of the house. I’m sorry.
It’s an ordinary, warm word.
I sensed a little bit of God’s breath, soothing the darkness of my mind, and it was strange and contradictory.
He was so close to me that he couldn’t have discovered that I was new, but if he found out that I was the one who broke into the temple, why didn’t he do something to heal me?
Unless it’s useful for him to keep me, it’s a warning to me to take it easy.
What’s my use? Besides sending energy like a cow to the snow.
All of a sudden, I realized what I knew and I ignored, and what I had in common with the girl was the power to create.
The fact that the woman ran away from heaven means that from then on he wanted to acquire the power of the woman, whose greatest virtue was to create the human race.
I looked in the eye a little, but the next moment I bowed down, and I turned away from him: “Do as you are taught.” I’m sorry.
When the call was over, I flew back to the attic and ventured to find him.
When spring came, I dropped the candle, grabbed his arm and whispered: “I know!” He went to the maid so she could recreate him! I’m sorry.
The Emperor had long discovered his weakness, so he had first used various ways to slow down the process and then to find a girl, and since the old body was difficult to return, it would be better to recreate the fairy.
As long as the power of God doesn’t fade, what’s wrong with changing the body?
But let’s not say that the sissy has been suppressed by God, and can’t believe in the creation of man by hand, even if it can be, it’s just a human being … There’s no one in the world who directly builds a fairy!
And now he has found me, but I am weak, and there is no way that I can recreate the fairy for him. So he has found the Jade, and he has melted the spirits of the fairies, and with my power he has tried to build a body to hold the power of the emperor.
This is horrible!
It was the spring, and the word was stunned, and he held my shoulder, and said, “This is impossible, even if it is the beginning of the world, and it is not possible to bring the gods back to life, and the presence of the emperor is chosen by heaven, not by outside power. I’m sorry.
I’m about to be knocked out of my head by the truth. I’m sorry.
“You are a woman who was carved out of stone before her creation, and gave it to the Emperor. Then the Queen disappeared, and the Emperor stepped up to the Mount of Spirits, hoping that you would be God in full. I’m sorry.
Then I was placed in the Springs Lotus pool, and I listened to it all day long, and benefited from it, and I became a god because of the virtues of the voodoo.
And when I knew not that I was in love, but I had learned from the Book some lofty words, saying, “Beloved, and sacrificed, and I was not alone.”
It’s Haru who taught me what the six worlds are, how to go to heaven, how to eat and eat, how to look, how to ride peacocks and take me out.
“It’s just that… the Emperor was so mad that he found you that I had to ask him for help, but he was not allowed to interfere in the heavens, but to say that he had his own plan in his mind.
So We took only a step back, and sealed you back into a stone with the seal of Buddha, in the hope that you would have avoided it. Who knows that you are in error and you wake up early? I’m sorry.
When spring touched my face, my eyes were gentle and emotional.
I’ve heard him say that it’s still incredible to hear it again.
But this is not the time to lament, and I will go on and say, “If I can do it, then why can’t he be God from a rock? His ultimate goal is to recreate the body, which has not yet been fully refined … Destroying it is destroying his retreat. I’m sorry.
“Are you sure? I’m sorry.
“…no. I bowed my head and said, “He can’t help with all these years, he’s so powerful, I sometimes wonder if I can do it. Is he dragging people in? I’m sorry.
“Sei, you have to protect yourself now. I’m sorry.
The spring is always gentle and merciful, but sometimes it is a bit cold, and he never lets me fall into a low mood, pushing me forward and not turning back.
That’s a large part of why I can hold on to this.
I took a breath and noded: “Well, I won’t back down. Now I know what his end is, and I’ll come up with the best way.” I’m sorry.
“I asked him, and he said to me with his own mouth, “You will surely get what you wish.” “He never made a mistake in his words.” I’m sorry.
I laughed, too, “Well, I’m sorry.
And when the spring was sent away, I saw the night was dark out of the window, but the wind and the snow fell, and the clouds spread a little bit, and there came about half a round of luminous light, and the mountains of the past, which seemed so gruesome, were rare to show.
I’ve never seen such a beautiful moon before.
It was difficult, but at last there was progress, and I was in a much clearer mood, and I got up and left the attic and went to the stand.
I rarely come to this pavilion, where there is neither wood nor water, nor what I used to do.
On the thick snow, his feet squeaked, and there was silence and no wind.
I was walking down my head, thinking about getting things straight before going to the magic world and getting everybody ready.
But the next moment I saw someone else in the pavilion, and I began to hold their heads, and I smelled of winter in a black robe sitting at the deepest, like a jade statue.
He was staring at me and he turned his head — it was very foxy.
He said, ‘Did you do it on purpose? I’m sorry.
“What about your friend? And I asked, and then I went into the pavilion, and sat on his left hand, and said, “I will not listen, but I will take you out of heaven myself.” I’m sorry.
And suddenly he smiled, and his cold face began to rise: “So you were worried about us. I’m sorry.
I was like, “I…”
“If you’re really worried that I’m a demon, why do you keep telling me? “I didn’t think you hated me until you lost your memory, but you didn’t hate me.” I’m sorry.
And I turned away and looked at the moon, which was clearer and clearer, and said, “I am not a obstinate, I am not a obstinate to you. I’m sorry.
“I don’t really remember you for 700 years. That evil god took my body, and I fought with him for years, and I didn’t want him to run away with my body. “I fear that you will come back to me, and you will not leave, and wait, and wait. I’m sorry.
An evil spirit has a body but no power, and is starving all day long. He lives with it. Naturally, he knows the taste of pain.
The evil God is going to leave the land and absorb new flesh and blood. But he does not want it, and every time he leaves, he is forced to stay.
How does it feel to be hungry?
It hurts.
From the sutures, from the intestines, from the tip of his heart… ..he wants to eat, he wants to eat.
But there’s nothing on evil land.
Long-term hunger has left him unconscious and sometimes awakened to discover that he is eating off a mountain of flesh and monsters that he once could not avoid.
Stinky, disgusting meat.
His brain may be sober, but his body will not stop eating.
Too hungry.
On one occasion, he suddenly discovered that his white clothes were long gone, and in the middle he was reminded of the fact that the stone had made him wear black and dirty.
He was alive, he was alive, he felt good in white, he didn’t change, he washed.
But at this point, he crushed the heart of a giant monster, crying silently in his blood, if only he had listened to her.
I can’t wash anymore.
Then, when he was awakened, his consciousness faded.
It was not until recently that he was able to take full control of his body and power before he dared to leave the land of evil.
He said nothing about the distortions, struggles and suffering he had experienced for more than 700 years, as if it were nothing more than a small matter.
He doesn’t want to tell her that. That makes him sound like a complete monster.
So he just smiled, and said, “Well, you’re just a memory loss, and I’d rather you forget me than really leave me.” I’m sorry I almost didn’t believe you. I’m sorry.
He can even seriously apologize.
I felt my eyes burning and blinked and put half of my tears back on it. “…what are you doing if I can’t remember?” Are you going to wait?”
“I like to wait for you. He held my hand, my fingertips shivering, and he leaned towards me, and it suddenly became light.
He looked me in the eye and said, “I am not determined to stay in heaven; I just want to stay with you; I will listen, and do not drive me away.” I’m sorry.
And We were reclining on the rails, and the moon was shining snow, and We reflected into his pupils, and We revealed a gentle green.
He caressed my face gently, moved in a tremor, as if something were about to happen.
I can’t help it.
He reassured me in peace: “Don’t worry, it is I who seduces you.” I’m sorry.
Say it and kiss my lips.
His breath was warm and fragrance, silk snuggled into my skin, softly inducing me to put down my guard and turn off his teeth.
And I sense something that wraps me in a ding-tao, and opens my eyes, a few foxtails, fluttering and flexible, and rubbing my outside, and my warm fur and my skin.
And on his cheeks was a thin red face, with a gruesome face, and a radiant colour.
It seems to have been noticed that a tail came up from the neck and slightly covered my eyes so that I would not look.
I’m a little drunk and I don’t know what’s going on. I’m sorry.
He whispered in my ear, “No, not now, you haven’t thought of it. It’s not fair to you.” I’m sorry.
I don’t get it: “So did you just kiss me? I’m sorry.
“I couldn’t stand it. He held me tight and rubbed my cheek with his nostrils, so he was polite, “Sorry, I’m offended, Lord God. I’m sorry.
I couldn’t bear to laugh.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
