30
With the help of the power of thawing, the unsolved wounds are patched up and healed, and lastly they leave no scars.
Except for the tail.
That is the source of his strength, and unless he regains power, the tip of his tail will be lost forever.
But…
I looked down at the wounds of the palms, and it was open without knowledge, and the flesh and blood were blurry, like a mouth, devouring pain.
I woke up, and I wondered, “Is that you?” I’m sorry.
“It’s me.”
When I answer, I hold hands in a conscious manner, even if my fingertips pierced the wound and did not touch the face at all, but with a smile for not being alone.
No need for me to help myself and stand up for fear that I might have collected my tail, but I can see clearly how pale his face is.
I said, “Let’s go.” I’m sorry.
Little Dragon’s side, with his hand in his hand, and his head down: “Seek.” It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have done it alone. I’m sorry.
“Little Dragon. “I’m really angry with you now, and your choice to me, not to be alone, has done a great deal to all of us. I’m sorry.
I guess my tone was too harsh, and I was afraid to be alone, and he whispered, “Well, he didn’t mean it. I’m sorry.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
He was also aware that this time he was not alone, and that he had been with him for over 200 years, and had never seen him suffer such severe injuries, even in the mirrors.
All of this is because of his stubbornness and bigotry, and he really feels so guilty that his head is down and his shoulder is broken.
And I went on to say, “If you say that if Chon Li has a problem, you’ll pay for it, and I don’t want you to pay for it, but not because of your injuries, remember for the rest of your life.” I’m sorry.
After all, we’re all silent.
The wind of the night was as strong as it could have been, and the air was still in the air, and the dragon, though leaning down on his head, could not hide from anyone the way he was tearing his tears.
And suddenly I hit him on the shoulder with another good hand, and I softened his tone: “Little Dragon, let’s go.” I’m sorry.
Little Dragon looked up, his eyes were red, his eyes were red, and now he’s red, showing a few small points of vulnerability.
But his face was wrong: “You don’t blame me? I’m sorry.
“You did make a terrible mistake, but it was too hard for us to be friends, to live and die. I was only so angry this time because you repeatedly refused to listen to the advice and ended up not alone. I’m sorry.
Saying I laughed at him, “Seriously, unless I’m really dead, I’m afraid I can’t keep blaming you. I’m sorry.
“I don’t blame you, either.” And it’s not too bad. It just hurts a little. I’m sorry.
After watching the two of us for half a day, he blinked hard, and he took his tears back: “Don’t say anything, it’s so ugly, let’s go.” I’m sorry.
“Where are we going?” I’m sorry.
The three of us have discussed this issue, and I haven’t made up my mind, but I think it’s better to go back to the demonic world, where I’m familiar with the dragons.
After I spoke of my ideas, they all agreed, and the question now is how to leave.
“Just walk through the barrier. “The barrier between the two sides of the border was so strong that it was difficult for me to find it, but in the current state of human life, it could have been a screen. I’m sorry.
When the voice was heard, a little white light came out of his fingertips, like a fireflies in the night, dancing gently in the air along certain tracks.
“Hey! Little Dragon is taking us with him.
Bruce stopped, “What? What are you doing here?
Who knows, the exit says, “…is alive.” I’m sorry.
“What do you mean, what do you mean?” You want us to die?”
And I went forward and looked at him, “You were on purpose, and you stood by while you were waiting for the ghost to swallow up. I’m sorry.
I can’t help but look at me.
“You’re really smart.” I’m sorry.
I shook my head, and I felt a strange grief: “Not enough, if I were really smart, I wouldn’t believe you in anything. You knew something about Chon Li, but you never warned us. I’m sorry.
From the beginning, it was a coincidence that Cain appeared.
He almost killed Saiyun when he first attacked the hospital. He appeared in time, and Dr. Lee was arrested, and Bruce and the man who controlled him fought against him.
And then he answered a lot of questions for us, and it seemed like he knew everything.
And I always agreed that he was friendly and harmless and trustworthy.
But I ignore the fact that such a person who knows everything but is unaware of Chon Li, which is in itself unreasonable, simply because of his excessive trust and even dependence, has given up self-thinking and questioning.
I’ve always been the backbone between myself and Bruce, and now I’ve met someone who can point me in the right direction, and I’m relaxed.
He’s actually helping us not at all, but just those mortals.
Whether it is to read “the heavens and the earth are afraid” outside the door or to help, his purpose has always been to save people, not demons.
If that is all, everyone has their own incontrovertible secret, but he is not alone in the siege, and he even contributes to it … I am greatly disappointed and angry at this.
“I don’t care who you are right now. I just want to know what you’re doing. Why put us in danger and what good will it do you to get killed? I’m sorry.
Cain is silent and silent.
I looked at him for a while, and I realized he didn’t want to answer, and I said to Bruce, “Don’t worry about him, let’s go.” I’m sorry.
This is the moment when Imbek says, “Where are you going? I’m sorry.
I said, “Don’t follow us anymore.” I’m sorry.
“Why are you so hard on me when you can be so soft on little white snakes?” I’m sorry.
I looked at some of the stingy little dragons, calmed my emotions and answered: “He knew no one, but he didn’t hide from us, nor was he alone in danger, nor would he stand idly by.” You said that my heart was soft and stupid, and that I didn’t need a friend around me who threatened the safety of others. I’m sorry.
Little Dragon’s white light flew up to the sky and led me up.
And in the unsolved arms, I look down, and the pagoda forest is getting further and further away, and the long ones standing there are watching us go.
His hood slipped slightly, showing his long white hair and a smile of tolerance.
“Don’t look, it hurts in the eyes. I’m sorry.
And We did not speak alone, then We carried me to the chest with great force, so We put our faces on his chest, and the sky and the cold were turned away, and he was the only one on whom I relied.
Through the towns and villages, the three of us hide in the clouds and occasionally appear in the night, like a flying bird, without trace.
Half an hour later, the white light took us to a hill in a forest, as if it had touched something, and was no longer able to move forward.
I tried to reach out and touch, but nothing.
With light in her pen, the dragon drew several tracks in the air and looked at them carefully, the line became solid and became a monthly tooth-shaped spell.
Then he put his hand and two fingers in his eyebrow, and put his hand on the spell, closing his eyes, moving his spirit, and the moon’s teeth.
He whispered, “Go! I’m sorry.
And then, there was a shocking scene.
In the air, which was empty, it slowly appeared a wall that was side-to-side, left-to-side, right-to-side, and right-to-face, with light hand-to-hand and light ripples.
The ripples are water, and they are softly opened, and can be seen with their eyes alone.
It is truly daunting to divide the six worlds in such a way that the Emperor has created them.
Although it is still common to see that through the walls, I know that through it it is the realm of demons.
“It’s amazing!” and it’s amazing.
He had never been in the realm of demons before, and it was a very good way to leave the mirrors, and he had not seen the so-called six-front wall.
I nod, yes.
The young dragon smiled with a smile: “It is only by me, a orthodox, that it will be so easy to open the sky’s taboo.” I’m sorry.
“What’s going on?” But didn’t you just say that it’s been sifted? I’m sorry.
“…”
Little Dragon bit his teeth, but he probably didn’t say anything because he was hurt.
Turning back, he put his hands on the wall, with his ten-tip buttons, and gnawed his teeth on both sides.
I saw a fool’s eye: “Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. I’m sorry.
“Yeah, we found the door. We didn’t have the key. ♪ Little Dragon’s eyeballs are out ♪
I was still shocked: “Ah, there seems to be some reason. I’m sorry.
Who could possibly have thought that God’s forbidden practice had been extracted by force? It’s too much!
Come on, help me out.
I rubbed my palm on my shirt and realized that the wound of my hand was still not healing and that it was good that it was not bleeding.
But I couldn’t help but stand by and watch.
It took the two of them half a day to pull a thin slit of hair, and the dragon put his eyes on it and found that there was a dense forest on the other side, and there was no danger.
He was relieved: “It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s not a big problem, hurry up, it’ll be over soon.” I’m sorry.
In fact, with a little gap, they can turn into a small form of the past, but I can’t, and I have to go through it.
So it is indeed an unprecedented challenge for Bruce.
The Emperor’s door isn’t easy.
Little Dragon, while talking to one another and pulling the door hard, seems to be no different than usual.
When I saw a chicken leg embroidered on a nightgown, I remembered his handkerchief.
I said those words to her earlier, referring to Chon Li, but his face was calm, as if it were just a man who was not familiar.
At that point, the door was finally opened to accommodate the breadth of a person’s side.
Not all alone and little dragons are relieved, and they don’t stand alone with their hands, and they say, “Oh, it hurts. I’m sorry.
“Little Dragon. I called for a little dragon, and he was about to squeeze over and look back and look at me, “What’s wrong?” I’m sorry.
I whispered, “Kon Li told me that she wanted to see you. I’m sorry.
She wanted to see Bruce, but she just found out that it was a nine-tailed fox, that she could have done it directly and that she had finally set the end of the line at Chuju City.
For a brief period of time since then, she has had her last love in the world, in the blouse shop, in the lake boat and in the wagon.
Little Dragon stunned and smiled. It was an unconscious look, and it didn’t actually mean anything.
He whispered, “I know. I’m sorry.
That is why he has been reluctant to believe that Chon Li is really bad, but everything is settled and it is hard to look back.
When we passed through that narrow door, I suddenly heard the voice of aloud, “Small Rock!” I’m sorry.
He’s always been impotent, even lazy, and I’ve never heard him talk like that.
Despite the break-up, I returned unconsciously, and I saw the long black robes flying outside the door, the wind shuffled his hat, his face was completely visible, his eyes were groaning, and the crystals were now blowing out of the light.
Not in the front, but in the back: “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
The doors are coming together.
“Let the fox not reveal his extra tail, but if there is no way to go, crush this, it will take you to the other side through the chaos of the Six Sides, avoiding him for a while.” I’m sorry.
Saying, he delivered to me from the door a drop of a jade, and I hesitated and finally took it, “Is he the Lord?” Why are you doing this?”
“Stock, you’re smart. Think about it. Who is he? “I can’t be in front of him, it’s the only thing I can do for you, I do want the fox to die, but now I do want to help you.” I’m sorry.
And when the door was left with its last cleavage, I saw the eyelids falling down, groaning: “You will understand later.” I’m sorry.
And it was at this moment that I saw the sky that was far behind him, and it was about to come to dawn, and it was a thread of gold that came out.
The door closes, the barrier disappears, and there’s no sign of it.
And I turned back and saw not alone and little dragons, and looked down and looked down at them, It’s so small, it’s almost as big as a little finger, and it’s full of glitter blues, and it’s like water.
Thinking about it, I finally decided to put it away.
“Okay. I look up and smile at them, “The bad guys are coming, let’s go hide.” I’m sorry.
Not to stare behind me and look straight in the eyes:
“Do you think the grass here is a little weird?” I’m sorry.
“Hmm? I’m sorry.
It was a little strange for us to look down at the bottom of my feet, black grass, and look hard.
We live in a relatively flat zone on a small black hillside.
I tried to step on it, “Why is it soft?” I’m sorry.
But at the next minute, the small slopes beneath the feet moved, and the sound of heavy breathing started to shake around the right and the right, and the body stood still.
I reacted immediately. This is not a hillside, but a giant black bear!
Run!
Instead of holding me in my wrist alone and throwing me away into the sky, I turned around in two circles and couldn’t help but cry: “Aah! I’m sorry.
I fell from half empty into a soft and warm blanket, and hair almost drowned me. I’m sorry.
And I sat still, and I was so busy with a long hair, and the next moment the blanket was like an arrow.
And in the endless twists, I realized that it was not alone, and I was riding a fox.
Little dragons are also in shape, and the large, inhospitable snakes wander as if they had no weight.
And We sought to hide our heads from the branches that continued to strike, and not to speak alone, but with their hearts: ‘Be quick!’
We rode around his neck with our hands on his fur, but we were unable to answer it because the wind was like a slap, and I was dizzy.
Quick… too soon.
But even so, the bears behind them are still chasing, the earth seems to be shaking, and animals, both large and small, are running around, turning into a flood.
If I could make a sound, I’d scream out with my dumb throat: “The world is terrible!”
31
When we stopped, it was half an hour later, and I ran all the way and my hair and clothes were messed up.
I asked, “Where is this? I’m sorry.
When I asked, when I took off the leaves on my body, I didn’t just shrunk into a normal size, and I kept throwing hairy heads at my skin. Little Dragon is clean, but he’s too tired to breathe in a tree right now.
The voice of a young woman was sounded: “This is Mount Jomo, 300 miles west of the hill.” I’m sorry.
I nod my head, and I say thank you, “Oh, thank you. I’m sorry.
“Yo Moyama sounds familiar.” I’m sorry.
And he said, “It seems as if I had come to Rooki when I was looking for medicine. I’m sorry.
The woman said, “Yes? I see you with your eyes. I’m sorry.
“Wait…” I reacted and realized something was wrong. “Who is talking?” I’m sorry.
This look, it scares me.
We are in a rocky valley, with a half-creed scorpion lying around, not far from it, with a crust of chrysanthemum, almost integrated with a rock, and with a high-heavy stabbing, as hard as thorns.
And the gruesome scorpion has a woman’s face, its lips are dark, its eyes are dark, its eyes are dark, it’s almost full of eyes, it’s only on the edge, it’s white, it’s bald, it’s hairless, it’s covered with tan.
At this moment, she is looking at us with integrity, under the roof, as if she were free and ready to go.
“Whoa!” Little Dragon stood up at once, and the snake head was high. I’m sorry.
Not alone in front of me, like a dog that met an enemy, all his hair blown up, and two fox ears set straight.
The Scorpion girl put her head down and laughed: “I came to my place for no reason, but she asked me who I was. I’m sorry.
“Are you a scorpion? I’m sorry.
Scorpion stopped and looked at him, “Oh, you know me? I’m sorry.
And did not move his ears with a little excitement: “Forget it, I went to the hill and you showed me the way.” I’m sorry.
The scorpion named Joo-wood was so delicate for a while that it finally came to mind: “It was you, the black fox who loved chickens. I’m sorry.
“Four, yes, you are. ” And the dragon was reminded, “I found a hook, and you fought with me, but it’s not worse than one. I’m sorry.
And when I saw this battle, I knew it was all old knowledge, so I relaxed it a little: “Well, then let’s not be so aggressive. “Hello, I’m Ishiki. I’m sorry.
Then I explained to Roku that she had been chased by a black bear and had to panic to break into her territory.
If wood leads us to her cave, she is well equipped to walk on this rugged rock, and I have to climb with my hands and my feet, not to become an adult, and sometimes pull me.
“No wonder, I said how this is happening today.” The old bear has slept for hundreds of years since the last hibernation, and was awakened to you. I’m sorry.
It’s too much to wake up.
And if wood turned its head back, and looked back at it: “How can you run around while you return to the plums of your heart?” I guess it’s time for you to have an adult affair? I’m sorry.
“He’s out of town. * And not alone in my hand, in my speech, but without answering the following words *
If Wood had groaned, “I had said that Qingu was a good place for you, and you don’t believe, now you have a lesson. I’m sorry.
As soon as I heard about the period, I remembered what happened to him before, and he’ll continue to grow his tail, and I wonder if he’ll repeat it? This time back to the world of demons, we’ll find a solution.
I was thinking, “I’m going to fall, I’m going to fall down.”
He held my wrist tight, and he said, “Be careful to walk.” “What are you thinking?” I’m sorry.
My eyes slipped out of his face and moved away, shaking my head: “It’s okay. I’m sorry.
At that point, Joaki was saying something else: “…don’t say that the world has recently become less peaceful, and the gods are said to have fallen, and the people of the sky are looking for more and more. I’m sorry.
“What’s going to happen?” Maybe there’s a hole in the sky? Besides, if you fall off, then you fly up there, and then you go to God. I’m sorry.
Joo-Mu: “Only the one who has been locked up for a long time, has a demon in his heart, is in a state of instability, and is impulsively self-proclaimed.” The Emperor’s orders must be recalled, probably because the six worlds are not even today, and the sky is in desperate need of men. I’m sorry.
Self-proclaimed powers? I was suddenly in my heart, and I thought that little dragon was aware of it and looked back at me.
And if the wood narrates, and takes us to a hole that is covered with vines, and as soon as she reaches the entrance, the vines turn back, That’s when I saw it. It wasn’t a vine, it was some kind of dark green fog.
“My gas can change from heart to heart, if it’s for the sake of all the old acquaintances…” she said, “Why don’t you talk? I’m sorry.
“Does this place require so much gas protection?” You’re a scorpion anyway. You can sleep in a hole. I’m sorry.
“Why don’t you just hang a tree?” I’m sorry.
And then we crawled in, and we just followed it, and we thought it was as if there was no end, and it was dark inside, and the walls were growing moss that could send a weak blue light.
“I’ve been hanging from a tree. Little Dragon, of course, goes on and on, “and you’re a mountain full of rocks and gas, and you haven’t had one in centuries. I’m sorry.
We came to the deepest part of the cave, like a bunker, where there was a groundwater puddle in the middle, where the water puddle centre was grunting, and around which there were a few seven-legged little lanes.
I looked around and felt that the area was deep beneath the ground, that the terrain was complex, that there were no shortcomings other than the sight of the sky, and that it was particularly appropriate for us to hide, but I looked at the wood that was bowing down on the edge of the water, and that the water was also radiantly blue, radiant, which made her look strangely beautiful.
“Why are you hosting us? I’m just saying.
This road, from the mirrors to the earth, is now back in the world of demons, and I have experienced many things, but I am afraid to trust others.
She lived in a place where there was no living except plants, and it was clear that she was not a friend of hers, but was so easy to forgive our trespasses and even bring us into her cave.
It’s strange.
And if the wood snuck out of the water, and suddenly he got angry, and said, “This is my business, and I love it, and I can’t live without it.” I’m sorry.
After that, he got into a fork in the road and went somewhere.
And I met them not alone, and little dragon asked, “What shall we do? Are we going to get lost?” I’m sorry.
I hesitated: “It’s not far from the hill, and I’m worried if I don’t find out alone, I’ll be in trouble.” And we don’t know Roku after all…”
What if she doesn’t mean it?
I didn’t say it in the back, but they probably heard it all.
“When my family died in Sheep Valley, I walked alone to the hill, which was so far away from the hill, and I got lost, ran to Rhogiyama and almost died of the poison of Rooki. Not to mention the first time he came to Joo Moyama: “And then Joo Moo saved me and showed me the way when she was not a bad person, though she was cold and scolded. I’m sorry.
I looked at him, “So, do you think we should stay?” I’m sorry.
“I feel like I’m not alone in my head, laughing, “We can trust her. I’m sorry.
I looked at the dragon, and he put himself in piles: “I have no opinion, she has no poison from me, and it will be good for him to recover. I’m sorry.
When they all say that, I almost agree with it, but I am not relieved. There are no-living stones, and I can only detect the message from the moss on the wall, and I can put my hands gently on it, and thick, wet plants give me a little bright blue light in my hands, and little leaves rubbing on my skin.
It’s like being surrounded by a bunch of kids, but it’s not noisy, with a shy smile on their backs.
There is no anger, let alone murder, but hundreds of years of silence and loneliness.
Intimacy, peace.
I can’t help but touch them.
So, we landed at Rokuyama.
Instead of picking a stone hole next to me, the dragon chose a tiny, narrow hole — he said it was safe to sleep there.
I found that it was a natural instinct not to look alone, for example, that he didn’t like Kang Li from the start, nor did he look good to her.
And Joaaki is trustworthy, and she’s in the middle of something, and I see her in the sink sometimes at night, with one face on the surface, and I have to say, scared me several times.
We spent some time at Joo Moyama because we were afraid to go out there, and I only walked under the ground, and almost knew the direction and exit of every fork in the road.
Not alone, they fall asleep, or fall asleep.
He often sleeps long, then wakes up on his own at some point, and I know that he is healing on his own, and I cannot do anything about it, and I do not bother him.
Little Dragon’s fine. He sneaks out all the time.
We walked in the fork in the way of the moss, as though they were a silent friend with me.
All the way up, I came to a secret exit and looked up at the stars through the cracks of weed and rubble.
Oh, another night, I guess.
“Was it boring?” Get some air. I’m sorry.
I smiled at her and I kept looking at her: “I didn’t think the stars were so beautiful before.” I’m sorry.
“I’m afraid it’s hard for people like you to live without seeing the sun.” “What enemies are you hiding from?” I’m sorry.
“I don’t know. I’m sorry.
I’ve been idle and I’ve been thinking about my long story a thousand times, and he asked me to think carefully and said I’d know who that person was.
But I want to go. I don’t have a clue.
What kind of man is this? And what is his purpose, and why would he kill so many people just to take away the power of the Nine Omei? Moreover, he did not know if there were any more afterlife, or he would have come directly instead of sending Kang Li.
The seal on me has been broken, but it is strange that I do not seem to continue to petrorate as expected, even the mark of the ashes is disappearing.
It should be a good thing for me, but somehow, my heart is always restless as if I knew there was an enemy in the dark, but I lost my way.
The one who sealed me into stone, and the Lord of Chon Li, was probably not the same, because he had no intention of harming me, but only wished that I should fall asleep.
And now that the seal has been lifted, my strength has gradually recovered, but my memory is only a star and a half.
Why did you seal me? Why should I forget?
“I have recently discovered a strange thing. I’m sorry.
I took back my thoughts and turned to her, “What?” I’m sorry.
“Do you know stars? “The brightest thing in the world is the North Star. I’m sorry.
We do not know any other stars, but the North Star is well known, but We searched for half of the sky and did not find the North Star in the stars.
“You take a closer look, right there. “If wood guides me, I find the North Star, which is still in its original position, but is covered up by the starlight.
I wonder, “How can this happen?” I’m sorry.
Joo Moo’s speech is so calm: “It’s strange, isn’t it? The North Star is dim. I’m sorry.
She repeats strange times.
I looked at the North Star, which was supposed to shine on the earth, and suddenly a flash of light appeared in my head, and I remembered by no means that I had met a group of ghosts in front of the sarcophagus, who had said things I did not understand.
It was a long time before I could remember clearly, probably hiding, cutting off the tail, and Lord Wind was gone.
And one more sentence:
When I thought about it, I paused and whispered, “The sky is broken. I’m sorry.
The sound of the word is as cold as the water and as cold as the bones, and I finally get the most appropriate guess in the complex message.
A group of foxes who bear their sins and who have lost their refuge, when they think that they can escape in the middle of a sacred land and in the middle of the sky, without knowing that there is a huge eye in the sky watching.
Where to? Where to?
It’s still found.
The rioting fox, the missing nine tails, the porous six barriers, even the dim North Star.
All this implies the supreme God.
I felt a moment of confusion, perhaps from the very night that the so-called fairies had suppressed the rioting fox, the gods no longer loved all beings, but had a private heart.
This is indeed a killing, a killing that began thousands of years ago.
Words are always right, but, unfortunately, they don’t work, and those who listen to them understand.
And what’s the difference between us in the dark caves and the foxes in the mirrors?
They never escaped. What about us? He’s not alone. He’s a black fox.
If wood is separated from me by the water, the dragon lies straight in that little hole, like a chopstick in a chopstick drum, with a tiny snake tail swaying out, it seems asleep.
I hesitated to wake him up immediately and went back to my place along the fork.
And when I was passing through the door, I went in and looked at him, and he was still sleeping in his own sleep, sleeping in his nest, convulsing into a small band, dazzling out of him, and lush with the moss on the stone wall.
Too bad he’s all black, like a luminous coal ball.
His two tails were visible, but the one that was in good shape covered the end, and I came close to seeing his recovery, and I found that the wound had been reduced, with a water wave on its top, probably a little bit.
It’s his power in repair.
I tried to touch his nose, feel his breath a little hot, and his ears tremble from time to time, and when he woke up, he was in a very weak, lazy state, not moving, not eating much.
I thought of God, and he moved like he felt something, and he licked my finger out of his pink tongue, and I thought he woke up, but he kept his eyes closed, he leaned in my arms, and he didn’t move.
“..” I’m a little confused, he’s pretending to be asleep, but he looks down and sleeps so sweet.
And We rubbed his face, and his fur was smooth, and his hand was excellent, and he could not let go of his hand at a time, and We pinched his ears, and he was fury, and he fell down.
For some reason, I did not put him down, but instead adjusted my position, sat by the stone wall and fell asleep.
Hot.
It’s hot.
I woke up with a dry tongue, and I felt there was a fire that was so hot that I opened my eyes to a pair of deep eyes.
“No, you’re awake.” I’m sorry.
He was not alone in a thin shirt, he had a small chest, he had a flat muscle, he kneeled in front of me, he had a fox’s ear, he had a tail, he was just staring at me.
And I sat down and asked him, “When did you wake up and are you hurt better?” I’m sorry.
He’s still not talking.
It’s only now that I feel something. His eyes are burning, almost burning, and it looks like it’s… offensive.
What’s going on? I began to panic, and I was unconsciously leaning down to the wall, and it was probably the move that drove him away, and he turned his head, “Are you afraid of me?” I’m sorry.
“How could I be afraid of you? I tried to smile at him, and I looked to my left, and I said, “What’s so hot? I’m sorry.
And I stood up while I was talking, but he was stuck in front of me, and he was not moving, and he said, “Don’t you want to see how my wounds have recovered?” I’m sorry.
“Ah … is that good? I hesitated, and I really cared, and I noded, and I said, “Let me stand up, let me see. I’m sorry.
“Don’t you move. His voice was as light as he whispered to me, and then he rounded his tail behind him, and gave it to me.
His tail was big and floating, and I couldn’t hold it. I had to put it in my arms, look down, one, two, three, and so on.
Count again, one, two, three.
Three?
And I looked upon him with consciousness, and his face was so close to me, that his nostrils almost touched me, and he moved his tail and smote my face with his tail: “Oh, you are right, I have a third tail. I’m sorry.
“This is so fast?”
“I’m a leprechaun. “The world of demons is best for me to recover.” I’m sorry.
I smelled something sweet from him, but this time it’s light, like a clear wind.
I’m having a headache.
“You smell it? “I can’t help it, it’s my nature.” I’m sorry.
And he leaned a little close to my skin, and he slipped his finger on the inside of my arms, and it tickled out of my bones, and I drew out my hand.
Don’t look at me like I’m going to reject him.
And I explained to him: “We, uh… we are not of the same kind. I can’t help you. Do you understand?” I’m sorry.
He looked down on his eyes, and it seemed a little sad in his voice: “Does this bother you?” I’m sorry.
I can’t answer, I can’t understand. This guy’s gonna suck. I don’t want to turn into a man.
“I don’t want any of my own. There’s no other nine tails in the world. I don’t want them. And suddenly, he took my wrist, and he grabbed it, “This is my nature, if you’re troubled I don’t want you to worry, I don’t want much.” I’m sorry.
I felt my hand was put on his tail, and my palm was completely covered with loose furs, and everywhere, it was warm and soft.
And instead of looking at me, looking at me, it’s a groaning light, “I just want you to touch the tail, just a little bit. I’m sorry.
I… I can’t say no. Just touch it.
And he put his head on my shoulder, and held him in his arms, as he held a pitiful big dog, with his finger on his back, softly, and tried to see himself as a brush.
He held me in his arms and covered me with a warm breath.
“Don’t be afraid of me. I won’t hurt you. Don’t throw me away. I’m sorry.
I’m in his arms, but I’m in his arms, and if he can grow a third tail so quickly, how long will it really be?
Later on, I brought Bruce together to tell him and not alone my guess about the sky.
After hearing half a twilight and looking at the top of the cave, it seemed like it was to be seen through the sky.
“So we can’t run away? I’m sorry.
“Little Dragon, it’s none of your business. I’m sorry.
“It’s none of your business, I like it, I want it.” I’m sorry.
He spoke insolently and for granted, but I listened warmly.
“For now, we have no alternative but to avoid it. I said, “How can we fight him if he has the power to keep the six sides apart, even if he is weak today, and he has not completely collapsed? I’m sorry.
The dragon piled itself up on a rock as if it had a white hat on it. He said, “Clarify him!” He’s done so many bad things. What right do you have to be an emperor? We expose him!”
“It’s useless. “Who’s gonna listen to us? He’s so good. He’s in charge of the six worlds. I’m sorry.
I noded: “This is not going to work, and we don’t have any evidence, we don’t know how to die. I’m sorry.
Not by my shoulder, but laziness said, “It is only the invisible foxes, let alone the mortals, who do not give a damn. As long as he is the emperor, the living are under his control. I’m sorry.
Not alone, it is calm, almost indifferent, and it does not seem to care that it is at risk.
And the little dragon turned himself into a smoulder, like a leech snake, rubbing its scales with a rough rock, and said, “Well, how about looking for the lady?” I’m sorry.
And I said, “Where to?”
“I don’t know. “But how can a woman who saves lives and disappears?” I’m sorry.
Even if we have three heads, it is impossible to speculate about all the truth — not to mention, all my current conjectures are mere conjectures and not conclusive facts.
Having shared their ideas, they still have nothing to gain and have to hide passively.
For the next half-month, he was not alone in my sleep, and he never showed his tail in front of Joo-gi, and even his breath was at its weakest, and Joo-gi never knew that he was nine tails.
And Rusaki knows we’re hiding from her enemies, and she rarely goes out, just stays in a hole and doesn’t reveal our existence to the outside world.
So when it happens, we have no idea.
That day, Dragon brought back two rabbits and three pheasant chickens from the outside, so we started a fire at the pavilion, so we didn’t pick up our sleeves with great enthusiasm, and we were just about to put a stench on the well-treated chicken rabbit.
It’s been a while since I’ve cooked, and I’m excited, and I say, “One, one, one, one, one, one, one, one.” I’m sorry.
“Five of them, I’m the one who should eat the most! I’m sorry.
It’s common sense that snakes eat a lot of food, but they don’t shake their heads, they don’t pay attention to his protests, they blink at me, and they say, “Don’t worry, I’ll feed you.” I’m sorry.
I’m used to their noises, and I even feel like I’m going to talk for a while, laughing.
And not only did it suddenly stop, but I noticed in a moment a slight glitch in the air, which, though light, was so pure that when it appeared, it was like a drop of water pouring into a calm river, causing a layer of swarm that could not be ignored.
“The Lord is ferocious. I’m sorry.
The smile on my face didn’t even last long, when this fairy palace was sounding.
32
Because of my familiarity with the fork in the road, we had left the farthest exit from Roo Moo, and Joo-Mu had opened up the poison barrier to cover our way, but the cloud-dwelling fairy warriors followed a large group of soldiers who had to come after us as soon as possible.
The voice of the fairies is flat and slow, but it is the strength that pierces the clouds: “God is ferocious, and the Emperor commands you, and calls you to your place, and does not disobey.” I’m sorry.
I bit my teeth and waved my head back, and a blue curtain wall of vegetation of all kinds appeared, blocking the eyes of the pursuers for us — such a clear fire, where is God’s return? That’s the catch.
But the curtain wall was soon struck by the power of God, and so many of its roots were scattered like a female. I knew that the emperor would never do me any good, except the power of a female on me, and I cried out, “I am not a god, and the Emperor has forced me to do me this day to relieve him of his weakness.” I’m sorry.
“The heavenly God is ferocious, the fruit of which lies with the demons. And the angel is in heaven, and there is no bias, and you speak vainly. “Well, it’s hard to let you suffer.” I’m sorry.
The soldiers of heaven must rise up and rise up, and gather together into a web of wonders, and say, “God is merciful, ask you again, will you return to your place?” I’m sorry.
“Who wants your mercy, the demons bother you?” I’m afraid your ancestors are just a reptile. I’m sorry.
“Hmm, you don’t change. “The voice of the Fairy has just fallen, and the woven web of light has suddenly fallen, and the three of us are in the middle of it.”
But before the net went down, I crushed it in time, and blue liquids like fog covered us.
All I know is that there’s a flow across the six worlds, but I didn’t expect it to kill us.
The wind rises like steel blades, without wounds, and the soul is tearing apart, killing people, and I almost thought my brains were flowing out of my ears.
A number of light holes hit us, and the dragon fell in separate places.
It’s the rain, it’s the chirping sound, it’s the beads on its eyelids, it’s as cold as a jade stone, and it’s carrying a greasy gas.
I moved my eyelids, waking up in my frown, and I saw a big red vermin, with a round mouth open, and a layer of folded teeth blooming like flowers, all the way down to the bottom of my throat.
The saliva drops down from its mouth, and pours into it rain, and falls to my leg, and corrodes the ground into a nest.
And there were those who were lying before me, holding their hands tight over my mouth, and I dared only to turn my eyes, to the side of my face, and he shook my head with little obscurity, suggesting that I should not make a sound.
I blinked, I made myself clear.
The bloodworm, without eyes, is covered in wrinkles of flesh, moving slowly and sunk to the ground, forming a dim, like a earthworm that has lived for thousands of years.
And I fell down a little bit, and I didn’t push myself in the dark, and my muscles were tight, and I grabbed.
We’re like two stones. We’re silent, we’re not moving.
It’s probably affected by the sound of the rain, with its head thrown around in the middle of the sky, and it breaks the basil tree, and it covers us, and it doesn’t see us near.
It took another hour for it to slip away, leaving a deep mark.
It was only after this thing had gone away that we dared to rise from the ground, and I felt faint and tired, but still cared: “What about you?” Is there something wrong? I’m sorry.
Not to shake our heads and ask me, “We ran away?” I’m sorry.
I whispered, “Maybe. I’m sorry.
But I know that sooner or later we’ll be found again, and where will we run away?
That’s the God of the Six.
It’s covered in bare rock, as if it’s covered with blood and eyes.
The cloud is sank on top of its head, the rain is so bitter, the ground below its feet is rugged and, occasionally, animals are drilled between the sewn leaves, as if they were running for their lives.
We hid in a cave in a mountain, not alone picking up a few large cabbages, covering the entrance before the rain came in.
And then I collected some of the dead grass from the caves, and barely raised a little fire, and instead of drying up our clothes, it was not for warmth, but for a little light.
The fire leaps on the dark red rocks and on the face of my face, and when I realized that I was incompetent, there was a disillusioned calm, perhaps I should not run, and the emperor needed my strength, to give it to him, and he was always the emperor, and for hundreds of thousands of years he had maintained stability on six fronts.
I’m a stone. I don’t care if I live or die.
“You’re scared, aren’t you?” I’m sorry.
I looked at him and didn’t answer the question: “What about you?” I’m sorry.
“I’m a little scared. “It’s not so much an honest place, but it’s better that you’re here.” I’m sorry.
“But I won’t always be around you. “I looked at his face, and I noticed that his contours seemed a little tougher, and that there was some youth before, and now it’s a young man.
And I smiled softly and touched his cheek: “You look like my brother.” I’m sorry.
He was my brother-in-law when he was in the hospital town, and he wasn’t like him.
But now this mature young man staring at me doesn’t seem to understand what I’m saying.
“You’ve got three tails, and it’s better to understand that no one will ever stay with you, right? I explained it to him.
His eyes began to shed tears, and his eyes were filled with tears, and he asked, “What can you do?” I’m sorry.
We stopped looking at him and whispered, “No one can. I’m sorry.
Not alone, but silently leaning on my shoulder.
The rain stopped.
In my sleep, I heard some kind of friction, as if a piece of flesh was creeping in my ear, even if it already touched my finger.
I woke up and saw a scene that numbed my hair.
The cave we are in has turned into a body of life and flesh, which is constantly shrinking, as if it was going to devour us gradually — indeed, we have moved from the edge to a deeper place.
I woke up fast, and he slept too well and didn’t even notice his leg wrapped up.
He looked at me like, “What? I’m sorry.
“Get up! There’s something wrong here! I’m sorry.
It was only then that he discovered the mutation around him, when he was afraid to say that he had to pull his leg out, so that it was disgusting and slow and the cave entrance was not completely closed.
We stepped on the soft and tedious ground and ran to the entrance, and the cabbage had been scraped away, and we stood there, and we saw what was outside, and we looked at it.
All the visible chromosomes of rock have turned into creeping flesh, with no nose, no eyes, only bald, dark red meat.
I couldn’t tell what a twisted body was on the ground, which had been covered with rubble. It was like a human being, probably from the lower part of the body, a meat pipe, stretching all the way down to the ground, like a tentacle that had grown out of the body of a creature, stretching out to the ground for food, and a stinking sept flowing between the stones.
Their upper limbs are particularly long and waved in their weepings as if they were twigs of the wind.
As if it were just a blink, the land was turned from wasteland to hell.
Hell is natural, but we have to step in, because the rate at which the mountain swallows is accelerating, and soon we will have no place.
He didn’t just try to take me out of the sky, but he couldn’t. Something in the air suppressed his power.
I’m beginning to wonder about the real purpose of Jai-shek and what to do.
Because there is no place to hide, we have been in exile for three days in a land of evil spirits, hoping to find a clean place.
In the last three days I have seen rivers floating with eyes, trees with intestines and pure white flowers that seem normal and, indeed, stabbing.
And who knows when I see the flowers and think that I finally have someone to communicate with, and who knows that before I get close, my palm is punctured by a bone that suddenly stretches out.
Although I drew my hands in time, I also strangled a lot of blood, but it was strange that the flower had first become red as rubies, slightly red, then quickly ash and wither, and only a small white flower — the one without pricks.
And this time, I knew that, although there was no anger here to drive, at least my blood could cleanse the dead.
Towards the end of the third day, we are in big trouble.
Not alone in order to pass through an unknowable swamp with three foxtails.
His power has clearly increased, and he has even been able to fly with me for a brief break of repression.
There’s no one here, even if it’s a foxtail.
It’s a big swamp, but we’re going to fly over, and we’re not going to be alone.
The sound of the sound, the calm swamp surface, which suddenly bulges like boiling water, continues to roll up, forming a mud skull.
It was not so easy to see, but it was suppressed, and he suddenly fell down, and a muddy hand tore his feet, almost before he could react, and he consciously threw me not far off the shore.
Then you cut off that hand.
But there is no limit to the mud, so there is no limit to the skulls, which even know how to collide with each other to increase height.
Not alone in a growing number of skulls, he will never be able to grow at the rate of cut-off, and he will gradually lose his mind.
They are as hungry as hell, greed, bitterness, malice… and vow to be buried with more men.
“Run …” was strangled and had to spit hard, and his eyes looked at me, full of fear, “run…”
Of course I won’t run.
And they dragged him before Us into the swamp of the abyss, squalling with the throats that were unknown, and even with his most precious tail.
He was so sensitive, but he refused to cry for pain, staring at me and suggesting that I should leave as soon as possible.
What the hell is this world?
For a moment, I’m a little smug. Is that really a good tail? Why won’t you let him go?
Leave him alone.
I cut off my left wrist, and the blood was hot and fast, and I didn’t know how much blood it would take to cleanse this vast swamp, but…
I don’t care.
The blood spread and covered a little swamp, and I extended my hand to the man who had fallen in half: “Take me!” I’m sorry.
This is a very useful move, as the skull appears at a slower rate, and it is impossible to move fast in the swamp without being alone. He is always a distance from me.
I’m beginning to feel dizzy, but it’s not enough, even if I’m fast going into the swamp.
And I groaned with exhaustion, and took my hand back, and cut off the other wrist without hesitation.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. I’m sorry.
“It’s okay. “I can’t see anything in front of me, it’s dark for a while, but I’m still smiling in his direction, “I’m stone, not pain, not pain at all. I’m sorry.
I felt myself on the shore, and two wrists were still in the swamp.
The sound of rain and the asphalting of the ears was not splattered on my face this time.
I was suspicious of myself in a dream, blindfolded, and I found myself lying on a stone table with a cloth on my wrist, and someone probably handled it for me.
Headaches crack and eyeballs swell like fire. For a while, the pain on the wrist was nothing.
I sat up slowly, slowly, before I could see where it was.
The roof is very high, the house is very broad, like a house, with several pillars of stone in it, and the stone floors are flat and flat, with no other decorations, and there is platitude.
And below the stone is a layer of steps, and I am the highest, with my abdomen touching some of the grotesque stripes and looking down for half a day to recognize it as some sort of totem, long and crooked.
There are also some patterns on the broad walls, and I am too weak at this time, and my eyes are almost lost.
This place gives me the first feeling of a temple.
How weird?
Upon a heaven as if it had been cast out.
Then I took a moment to try to get off the rock — to be honest, I suspect it was a one-sided altar, and that totem had the remaining dark red.
When I got to the third level, I came in from the outside, with a flower in my hand.
“Not alone?”
I was staring at him, and I hesitated to sound dumb.
Because he doesn’t look like he’s alone.
The same look, the same shape, even the walking, but his left face is full of irregular black tectonics.
Distorted, dark, like strange tattoos from different ethnic groups, with his very pale-looking face, a charade that cannot be said.
“It’s me. He answered very briefly, as if I had woken up with no surprise, and went up to the stairs, gave me the flowers, and took me back to the stone.
He sensed my sight, turned his head and asked, “Why do you keep looking at me?” I’m sorry.
I wondered, “Your face…”
“My face?” He touched his face and said, “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
He doesn’t know?
What happened to him?
The overstretch of power caused me to be insensitive and to stare at him, “No, I am not alone.” I’m sorry.
“It’s me. And he answered, without getting tired of it, pointing at the flowers in my hand, “There’s honey in them, eat more.” I’m sorry.
I look down at the flowers: “Where did it come from? I’m sorry.
“Outside. He sits next to me and stares at me, “You’ve been in a coma for a long time. I can’t remember. It’s always the same. I’m sorry.
I bow my head, I take a flower, I chew it in my mouth, I chew it in my sweets.
But it’s strange to notice the way he looks at me, like… looking at me with a calm, intransigent look — the look that doesn’t come out alone.
And he spoke with a different tone, which was particularly calm and somewhat alienated — and one that would not appear alone.
He’s getting weird, isn’t he?
What’s going on?
I’ve been unconscious all these days. What happened to him?
My questions are as lively as fish bubbles, but I didn’t show them.
He kept saying, “You know what? I found a pattern where the next rain every six days, the next day, and then…”
I soon realized why there were normal flowers, and I answered, “All will be normal.” I’m sorry.
He nods his head and bends his light lips and smiles: “That’s so smart. I’m sorry.
And when it rains, the mountains are nothing but mountains, and there is nothing strange in them, like the day we came.
But I’m not comfortable with his compliment.
He used to rely on me, when he spoke, softly, softly, but now he spits, and there’s nothing up and down — looking at me.
I’d like to ask him directly. What’s wrong?
He looked at me and whispered, “Well? I’m sorry.
“Where is this?” But I’m just saying that.
Perhaps because I sensed danger, it would be better not to pierce the seemingly calm surface.
“This is the temple of sacrifice, where they are sacrificed to God, seeking refuge. I’m sorry.
I wonder, “Here? I’m sorry.
“Yes, I looked at the drawings on the wall, which were originally the domain of an ancient evil god, and then came here to offer a sacrifice to his gods by the power of the remnants of evil.” I’m sorry.
He came a little closer, and he looked at me in the eyes, “You know what his sacrifice is? I’m sorry.
I had a guess, but I didn’t want to answer.
And when he laughed at me, he answered him, “It is his life, and his offering is on a female. I’m sorry.
“No way, ma’am…” I consciously refuted, “She cannot accept such a sacrifice. I’m sorry.
“How can God’s attention be drawn to something otherwise? “Don’t hold my hand alone, it’s useless to touch my wound.” I’m sorry.
“Is that the black fox? I asked, “Does he use his own life and the power of evil gods to turn to her?” Ask her to protect her own people? I’m sorry.
“No, no. “He knew that his friend had died strangely, and asked her to take refuge in the Nine Oscillations, which were then suppressed by the fairies.” I’m sorry.
…with your own life, ask the gods to protect others?
Had to see other people suffer and die for their friends, would a fox like that have rioted for no reason? Or is this just a revenge for a leaker?
“That fairy, is that him?”
Well, who the hell is he?
Nods on my head, like there’s nothing to worry about, scratching my hand: “You look bad, you’re scared, you sleep a little longer? I’m sorry.
I followed the spot and fell back down.
Not by my side, singing softly, once before, his mother sang to him.
The rain stopped.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
