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I bowed my head and saw a dagger in my shoulder, and it was so deep that it would have been in my heart had it not been for me at the end.
What happened?
Perhaps too much shock, I don’t even feel the pain, I just feel the hair of my head and look up to the man with the knife and make sure I’m not mistaken.
Blue dress, thin shadow, like a plain lamp.
I slowly opened my eyes and I couldn’t keep my peace again: “Cyan!” I’m sorry.
Qingro drew the knife out so fast that it seemed like he was going to do it, and the sound that was not alone came from far away: I’m sorry.
The next minute, Qingro was crucified to the ground with a sword that went straight through her waist.
The battles between Cain and the Emperor were so intense, the sky soared and dark, the stars and moons soared, the snow soared, the flowers soared, the waterfalls turned upside down, and the world became strange and beautiful.
Two heavenly ways of living against each other, and God knows what to support, who to choose, and what to do with it.
They clashed with the spirits of the six worlds, which were destroyed by the power of the sky, and the south-east corner began to collapse down, and the python of the sky followed it down.
If it continues to collapse, it is feared that the lower boundary will be destroyed and the sky will no longer be complete.
The situation is too urgent, and the phantoms are working together in a spirit to raise the south-east corner.
Without killing the red eye, hunting in the robes, standing in the air and waving in the air, the fog reaps the head of a large number of soldiers.
He was under a sword, trying to take away the spirit, but I stopped him.
“But she tried to kill you.”
I was staring at the Qingro lying on the ground, and lucidly in the dizziness of my head: “I know, I know but leave her alone.”
And it was not until now that I realized why the emperor had known all of our plans, had changed the line in advance, had said “friends are very important to you”, and had not been trapped…
As if I had fallen into a cliff, and my hands and feet had been blown cold and stiff, and I thought I had thought of all the possibilities and details, but I never doubted my friends.
Although I know what a man is, I still have the indelible naïveness in my treatment of friends, and I trust every partner and I am willing to give my life to every partner.
For, from the mirrors to the earth, to the world of demons, to the sky, and for hundreds of years, every time I was in danger, I lived with my friends to the present.
Who expected this day?
“I’m sorry, I know you’re not a friend, but if you don’t do it, I won’t hurt anyone. I’m sorry.
The sword would not kill her, but it broke her heart and it would be difficult to use it.
Instead of treating my wounds for me, looking at the Qingro, whose eyes showed some cruel meaning, he laughed at her again, “I won’t kill you I want you to see his head cut off.” I’m sorry.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Then he kneeled not in front of me with his sword, and he bowed his head and kissed my lips, and probably my lips were dry, and he reached out to his tongue and licked it softly: “I will deal with this trouble for you once and for all, and I will not let you suffer.” I’m sorry.
And when he had read a way, and had put up a sword for me, he went forth, and the hair of the fowls appeared in front of the outsiders at a time, and he ran himself into the battle of old and new gods, and his strength was finally fulfilled without reservation.
I look up and see the snow and the snow, falling from the far sky, covered in ice and falling at the top, and even broken limbs.
There is nothing left of the glory of the past, nor of the light of the sight.
And suddenly I felt weary and wept a little of it: Qing, Qing Riao. I’m sorry.
Qingro is the god of light, and there is a lamp in the attic with two words on it.
Qingro grabbed my finger gently: “The eyes we were all old eyes I was, coughed up, he picked up, he was always around him…”
She looked at me, and the pain on her face was intertwined with the cry, “Don’t kill him. He just wants to live.”
Qingu, Qingu, is the eye of the Great God — the last moment, to be precise, of the Great God.
And after the ancient days, they scattered among themselves, and Qingro was picked up from the beginning by the emperor, who carried her on a journey of thousands of years, walking along countless dark and dangerous nights.
Then the emperor led the gods, and they were cold, and they preferred to live alone, and they were better in God, and they were sealed, and they were gentle and delicate, and they were only a small lamp, so they became a little light god.
There was not much love for the emperor, and she sensed his failure, but she ended up in the Black River.
Qingro was not unaware of the change of the emperor, he no longer smiled and was no longer selfless, but she still relied on him and was loyal to him, and in any event, she was lighted by him.
I did not know how I felt, but I removed from her a clot of blood from my lips which had dried up: “I will not kill him, nor will I kill him, but I will not prevent anyone from killing him.” This is what you die and I live. I am not so soft as to give myself to him as my heart. I’m sorry.
“Then why didn’t you kill me? I’m sorry.
I laughed, “It’s probably because I really did treat you.”
Qingro’s voice was stunned, and his face quickly collapsed, as if he had finally understood something.
By the way, I see a white dragon in the distance, moving through the clouds, astonishing as the sky and the light of God.
And afterward the dragon groaned long, and sounded forth into the heavens and the earth.
A giant dragon came out of the clouds and looked at me: “Sei, say to the dead fox, the sky is going down. I’ll help and call him to speed.” I’m sorry.
And I stood up, full of fear: “Do not be too reluctant. I’m sorry.
“Alas, this long dragon is not white. “I’ll be right back. I’m sorry.
I nod my head: “Okay. I’m sorry.
When he turned around, he left, and suddenly my heart tightens and I couldn’t help but cry out to him: “Lione!” I’m sorry.
Little Dragon, “What’s up?”
I don’t know what I’m nervous about, but it’s not like I’m in a fight. It’s not too dangerous.
So I just said, “Be careful. I’m sorry.
Little Dragon: Yes. I’m sorry.
And We watched him subdued in thick clouds, going out to the sky.
Soon after the young dragon had left, a man fell from the sky and slammed his head into the temple, and the clouds were cut apart by something, and the sky was leaking, and it was sanctified before the temple.
And I looked at him, and he stood up with his arm, and he was of the same colour, but he was dripping blood, and it was clear that he had suffered a terrible injury.
“How did this happen? I ran over there, and I was like, “You can’t beat the Emperor, can you?”
“He has a star in the North, and I am close to it all the time, and he looks up, and he’s about to see a fox’s tail flash, and he says, “The fox is too young to be able to survive under the emperor, even though he is both nine tails and the power of evil.” I’m sorry.
It is becoming increasingly clear that he is at war and retreating and, if returned to the ground, he will not be able to win.
The emperor came in shape, and from a distance, he reached out his hand, not alone. And as soon as I saw him, I remembered him in the land of evil, and so did he. He moved his finger, and I became a puppet of wires, at his behest.
After only a moment of rest, Jasmine went to war and interrupted the emperor’s practice: “Don’t involve innocent people.” I’m sorry.
The Emperor said, “There is no innocent man on the Six Kingdoms, and no one has shed blood for his own desire…”
And who knows that it was then that he turned away, not by surprise, towards the heavenly emperor, as he ran as fast as he was, and he became a fox as he was near to the heaven, and he was soared in his shape, and black furs were filled with the breath of evil, and his teeth came out, and his nine tails were scattered as a beast of old.
The emperor waved his hand and was held hostage by the long distance, but he stopped for a moment, and his left arm was gnawed with his teeth, and then he turned his head, and he tore it down.
The heavens and the earth are incarnate, and the flesh should be hard to shake, but he is not the original, but the snow.
“The Nine Oxes, you dare! “The heavenly emperor was in great pain, angry, squeezed with his other hand in the air, strangling the three tails of the unsolved, and then threw him to the ground.
The whole body slammed the mountain into a huge dent, and countless pieces fell.
It happens to be located on the west side of the sky, and at this point it collapses and shakes and weighs in an uneven manner, giving rise to a series of reactions, with the south-east corner, where the trend of falling has been halted, sank.
He was not alone, and he was dragged with his tail to the middle of the sky, and he laughed: “I will tear your tail down one by one…”
As long ago as I was trying to save myself, I was afraid that I would be hurt, so I had a little bit of a rodent object, and I hesitated, so I didn’t suddenly twist the upper half of my body to look at the emperor, the sharp fox, and put on his face a sarcasm. I’m sorry.
He then cut off his three tails from the shackles, with the fox’s tail bleeding from the air, and the owner of the tail not retreating, re-forming, and the shadow of the evil God appeared behind him.
He immediately followed up with the Emperor, who had lost an arm and was slow enough to avoid a fatal blow at a critical time.
This is the sanctuary of the North Star, recognized by heaven.
And the heaven is sanctified, and the light of the fairies appears on the southeast corner, but it cannot be given to the great heaven, but it is He who waits for them to win.
There was a deep-seated, muted and bitterness from afar, and a white dragon appeared under the sky, and when the sky collapsed, the people of the six world saw the mighty dragon, as a pillar, holding on to the dumping.
“Little Dragon…”
I heard the dragon. It was the dragon that was under great pressure.
The foxes that are not alone are still on the ground, and they are cut off, which means he didn’t hesitate to bite his tail, which is his most precious tail.
All the power inside me has been emptied, even with more blood.
What else can I do? What can we do to put an end to this?
I suddenly realized that Nagachan said the Emperor had a North Star, so it was always a little close, so what if there was someone else? A man of great virtue.
Thinking of it, I’ve made up my mind, and I’ve cut my heart open with a knife, and I’m not bleeding.
I caught a small cloud of soft fog, and I fell down on my knees in pain.
Since I was conscious, I have suffered many wounds and tasted many pains, but none is more painful than at this point in time — to draw out a single soul with my own hands.
It’s cold as a soybean, big, and it’s already blurry, but I’m still trying hard to open my eyes, even if the eyelashes are wet and stick together.
And I held this fog, and the pain was shaking, and I lit it.
“Uh-uh! “I bit my arm dead and I couldn’t stop groaning.
The burning of the soul, unlike the pain of the flesh, is as if it had fallen into hell, the day when the soul would never break.
I chewed my arm, hemorrhaging my teeth, and continued and excessive torture caused me to wonder, and even began to lose my senses, as if it were sinking into the open ocean, surrounded by calm and gentle waves of water, and isolated.
Will she come? Will she hear?
I look forward to it with pain and despair…
Finally, when I was about to sink into the sea, I heard a woman whispering, “Good boy, you’ve worked hard. I’m sorry.
That voice was tender and inclusive, and I heard it in my dreams a few years ago while I was in the ruins.
At that time she told me not to trust others, not to come back and be free.
Too bad I never listened to her.
When the signs come to us, the eyes of the child are always horrified to think that, in the heavens or the earth, in some mysterious place, God is there.
As a result, when the Emperor was prepared to take advantage of the signs of heaven again and to escape long-term covert killings, it was never anticipated that the retreat would be abruptly cut off.
It was a pale and thin hand, which came out of the air, softly overtook his shoulder, blocking his footsteps, a moment of dissension and stagnation for the Emperor, and a moment of stalling in battle between life and death.
There is no one who can survive if he strikes with all his might.
This time, the emperor lies on the ground.
His half body was blurry, but the face, which had always been taller, had not been scarred, and he looked somewhat hard to see where it had just been blocked.
Nothing.
But he knows that it is not an illusion.
“No way. You have sworn your oath.” He looked at the sky and did not know who he was talking to.
He recognized it as a hand and a breath, a wind, and a wind that vowed not to appear unless the heavens and the earth were united.
This oath is bound by the way of heaven and cannot be broken.
“Don’t you get it? He stood in front of him, whispering, “She sacrificed her soul and sought the help of the maid, and you, by messing with heaven, gave her the possibility to appear.” I’m sorry.
How can God do this to those who swear?
“Huh…” And the emperor laughed.
He will not speak much, nor will he die, but it is time for him to take the northern star.
The emperor breathed a big breath, coughed a big smudge and suddenly asked, “Do you know that I have a name?” I’m sorry.
He’s staring at him.
And the emperor smiled with blood, and began with his hair, burning a single inch of silver and white fire, and said: I had a name, but coughing, no one knew. I am God’s choice, the Emperor, the Lord of the Six Kingdoms, not myself. I’m sorry.
He said, “You may forget that I am the living, and that I am the living.” As emperors of heaven, they should keep the path of heaven, where no one knows the path to grow and where there is no hope. The emperor is not an incarnation, and once you begin to look for yourself, with your own desire, you are no longer you, and nature is no longer the emperor. I’m sorry.
“I was born in the heavens and the earth, named…”
Unfortunately, his throat had lost its voice, like a burning snowflake, and had passed away in silence, with only eyes as wind, for the last time, in this world.
At the end of the day, Qingro crawled over and, every inch approaching, her body and soul were burned by the fire on the Emperor, and she came to him unswervingly.
She did not embrace or shout, but remained by him in silence, and before the consciousness of the heavenly emperor faded, she appeared a softer smile.
It took him a long time before he smiled in the world, and when he understood, he always smiled in secret, when everything was so lovely in his eyes, even a drop of dew, a bug, or a – a broken lamp.
He picked up a lamp and lifted her up in his hand.
He met a curious woman who liked to sit under a tree by the water and squeezed herself with dirt, which he found interesting and helped her make the mud even more interesting.
It is He who has spent countless efforts to divide the six sides, and has not been tired of it, and has built up a barrier in the hope that all human beings will live securely and without interference.
Then why is he here?
It’s about a million years old, too cold, too lonely to catch anything… but it’s still nothing, not even a name.
The Emperor is gone, he is gone.
But the cloudy shrine will never be vacant.
And when all is burned, there is but a twilight and twilight pearl, the northern star.
It’s held by long-term invisibility, and it’s like a living star in the North, and it’s like a heart.
His power is complete, his eyes are clear and his eyes black — finally the emperor.
I’m not going to go back to me alone. What’s wrong with you?”
I shook my head and I barely opened my mouth: “Is the matter settled? I’m sorry.
“Hmm! It’s solved…’ instead of holding me in my arms, nodding my head, trying to heal me, but not doing anything.
“How could it be?” His hands began to tremble, his eyes were frightful, his tears were crumbling in the blood of his face, as if his heart was bleeding.
He himself was all bruised and full of blood in his black robe, but so gentle and fragile in his arms and tears.
I couldn’t even lift my eyelids, I wanted to rest, but I just closed my eyes and cried in my ear and called my name, “Don’t leave me, don’t leave me!” I’m sorry.
And I opened my eyes again, and I squirted at him, “I’m not dead, don’t cry, fool.”
“Let her sleep, she’s too tired. “The heart is missing and I’m afraid I’m going to go back to the Spirit Mountain. I’m sorry.
Not with tears on his face, but with a smile under his head and a kiss on my forehead, be careful, like a fragile china.
He said, “Then rest well, I will send you to the Mount of Spirit. I’m sorry.
I’ve finally been able to close my eyes.
When I was asleep, the dark northern star, which was already dark, was luminous, the path of chaos returned to its right course, the barrier of the Six Boundaries was repaired and the anger of the people slowly recovered.
It seems that everything is back to the old days, except for another emperor.
And I’m… like I’m back to the original dream, the river.
It’s dark, it’s slightly blue, it’s not clear whether it’s evening or dawn.
I look at the slow flow of the river, and even have some doubts as to whether the life and death that I have experienced are a dream.
Maybe it’s just my assumptions when I’m on the bank.
No old and new emperors, no friends’ betrayals, no no no one’s alone.
Like the last time, the woman approached me and whispered, “You should go back. Someone is waiting for you too long. He will cry.” I’m sorry.
“I know. I remember not being alone and having a smile on my face, “He’s too soft to cry.” I’m sorry.
“A silly boy, it’s you who’s softer…” “A woman closer to me, I can almost feel her iced scales.” I’m sorry.
“Are you leaving?” I’m sorry.
“I’ve always been there. Don’t be afraid. You’re a free man. I’m sorry.
Words are like smoke, swaying in their ears, as the groan of the wind, and as an incomplete embrace.
And not long after I had opened my eyes in the Spring and not alone, I reached out to me, saying, “You are awake!” I’m sorry.
“Hmm. “I’m sitting up, and I feel light, like a pair of wings, and I feel dizzy.
He said, “You are awake, but your heart is not full, and it is best to stay in the Mount of Spirit after this.” I’m sorry.
“Oh. “I nod my head, and I’m a little woozy, and I see an egg with a big fist and a white face.
I looked at it, and I looked at it, and I said, “Is this your egg?” I’m sorry.
How long have I been asleep?
And when the spring smiled: “No, this is your friend.” I’m sorry.
“This is the dragon.” I’m sorry.
I don’t know what I’ve heard for a while, “Who?” I’m sorry.
Don’t look at me all by myself. I’m sorry.
I said, “The dragon I know seems to be a long note. I’m sorry.
Whether it’s a snake or a dragon, it’s not like this.
And do not explain to him, “That day he overstretched himself into an egg, and I fear that he will suddenly break his shell and carry it with him.” And he said, “Look, you can see the little dragon inside.” I’m sorry.
Little Dragon… sounds cute, but if Bruce knew you called him that, he’d be pissed off.
I can’t say anything, but I think it’s too strange. It’s really fast.
But in any case, I’m not alone in the Mountain of Spirits, thanks to Chun’s care, and we’re both, oh no, we’re one and one.
There are also three hairy little chubby chubby tails that are not alone. They feel soft, they feel good.
Two words, comfortable.
I’m comfortable, he’s comfortable.
As for Bruce…
He was placed in a separate room, visited him every day, and put a lot of pastry fruit in front of the eggs, lest he suddenly break his shell and find no food.
Very careful, but, with all due respect, it’s as if it were a confession from God.
I just don’t know when this egg god will break it.
On March 3rd, the 100-flower fairies hosted a spring-day feast inviting us.
Before leaving, he went to see Bruce and knocked softly on the egg shell: “Little Bruce, let’s go out and watch the door.” I’m sorry.
I leaned on the door, thinking if Bruce woke up, he’d say, “I’m not a dog! I’ll tell you what.
And I couldn’t help but laugh, and I rushed, “Go, people are waiting.” I’m sorry.
The feast was in the garden of the House of Flowers, with a small stream twirling through the garden, and the twirling willows on the shore, the poignant peaches, separate tables on both sides of the brooks, less than two feet wide, so that even if there was a stream, it would not be alienated face to face.
We have come too late, and the fairies have come to hold my hand: “We have known each other for so many years, we have been afraid to come closer to each other, and now we can finally sit together and drink and come more often.” I’m sorry.
She’s so beautiful, so white, so bright, so sweet, so sweet.
And I laughed, “Well, it’s going to be a long time, and I’m here a lot, and you’re afraid you’ll bother me again.” I’m sorry.
“Can’t I feed you? “The flower fairy is laughing.
And he did not bind his hair to a ponytail today, but from a clean youth, he said, “I eat little, much more.” I’m sorry.
“You two come together, I’m not afraid. “Sit down, I’ll see what you can eat. I’m sorry.
As the table cases were very close and sat on their legs, they were all hand-to-hand and knees to knees.
It’s all right to change the cup and laugh, but it’s all the more comfortable without a string.
I am sometimes given a chicken leg, and sometimes I speak to someone on the side, and he is curious about him, and he is curious about him, and he can’t say it enough, and he is more integrated in this feast than I am.
I was only enjoying it quietly, and I was surprised that those who looked up and saw the opposite side were invisible.
After all, he’s an emperor now.
He was having a drink with the West River anointed merchant, and his light was clear, and he turned in his eyes, but he was not at all proud.
Seeing this scene, I understand that he is the emperor and the friend who drinks chicken soup with us in the kitchen of the inn.
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And I turn my back, the Lord of the Moon, and she is silent, but she speaks.
Ask me what I think about Jae-in or what I feel?
I thought a little, and I laughed, “It’s good. I’m sorry.
She looked at me for a while, and then she laughed, and she said, “Well, it’s good. I’m sorry.
After that, I touched the glass I put on the table without waiting for my reaction, and I drank it with my own hands.
I dazzled, and suddenly my shoulder swung, and looked down, and he was not alone. He leaned on my shoulder, leaned softly, and said, “You smell so good.”
For the first time, he drank from the sky, without knowing how heavy he was, and he was drunk.
I couldn’t help but say, “You’re drunk. I’m sorry.
“I’m drunk…” and he said, “I’m drunk,” and then he looked up at me, and he looked down on me, and there was water in his eyes, and in the youth’s youth, there was a little unsuspecting.
He admitted he was drunk, but he insisted, “But you really smell good…”
I couldn’t help but laugh and kiss him in the eyelids: “It’s not me, it’s peaches. I’m sorry.
And right now, the wind blows like rain.
And the twilight, the twilight, the twilight of pink, most of them fell into the brooks, flowing, with flowers.
It’s not like you’re in trouble.
(concluded)
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
