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Qinglot came to give me a ride.
“The two worlds of the devils have been in conflict with each other in recent times, and the devil has been told that he is also a man of anger. Let him go with you. I wish to go with you. He refused.” She was with me on the bridge and whispered.
Far away, six of the fairies and not alone, Bruce, are waiting.
I looked at her and smiled, and I whispered, “I know what you’re thinking, and you shouldn’t be too close to me to be suspicious. I’m sorry.
“I’m not afraid. She whispered, “Look at the people who look away, they seem to hesitate and end up repeating, “You take care of yourself. I’m sorry.
Qingyu loves to write plays, to be emotional, to be internal, but her eyes are bright, too sincere, and every time I look into her eyes, I feel a warm weight.
And We said in the sound of our whispers: Be careful until I hear. I’m sorry.
Qingro looked at me and noded his head gently.
The snow is falling from the cloud, we are not contaminated, and the sound of snow is covering our conversation.
The most recent route to the demonic world was to cross the mountains directly behind the attic, and I looked under the clouds and found the Qingro standing there and looking at me.
Her blue dress in the snow is like a dark lamp.
The mountains are followed by a wide black sand river, with a fixed eye, still flowing, with light and endless sand rubbing in their ears.
“This is the last line between the two worlds, and once they fall into it they will be swallowed up by the sand, and God should be clear. “The leader of the fairies is an old man with a white beard, very talkative, and suddenly laughs, and says, “Hey, I forgot that the gods have been in the cleanhouse and they don’t remember. I’m sorry.
“What’s in the sand?” Can’t the gods do it?”
The fairies laugh, “No one knows what is in the sand, but it is not possible for the fairies. I’m sorry.
I asked, “Why do you say I should know? Have I ever been here?”
“I heard that the Lord had gone to the world of demons in order to find the fairies that flowed outside. “The old fairies shake their heads, “all hearsay.” I’m sorry.
It is only then that We understand why God fell upon the earth because of the evil of his heart, probably because he had gone to it.
I don’t seem to be interested in our conversation alone, but I can feel he’s pulling my sleeve.
I looked at him, and he showed me a little smile, and I took his place.
And the young dragon had a good chat with the old fairies, asking the Emperor for a gift and asking if there were any other dragons.
“You must have learned for many years that a woman who created a human being and caused a change in the way of heaven, and that such a creature, which was born in the world, had disappeared. “The old fairy says the last words with a sigh.
“Ah, it’s not that hard. Little Dragon’s face is a bit complicated, “I was actually a snake, and then the coincidence got the point, and it turned into a dragon.” I’m sorry.
When he was separated from his partner in the chaos, he was left with an unknown remnant of dragon bones, and some of the remains of the old dragons appeared, and he almost died on the spot under great pressure. He later learned that this was the place where the ancients were buried, which was tantamount to exaggerating to falling directly on the graves of his fathers.
In order to survive, he was forced by a wild snake to say that his ancestors had a dragon’s bloodline, only after too many generations, that he was now a bastard, and that his bloodline was almost thin, but at least he was a minor.
Who knows, the old dragons say that even the bastard dragons should be able to melt them, or else kill him.
He was forced to do so every day, under enormous pressure, and under the threat of death, he was forced to do so without interruption. This was his slow-movement strategy, but it was not surprising that, at the fingerpoint of the old dragons, he had been skinned by snakes and turned into a hyena, and then there were signs of Jackie.
But if the dragons knew it was wrong, how could it be that if they did have the dragons’ blood? Is this a dragon or a snake?
Thus, the group was particularly concerned that the orthodox dragons had kicked him out of the dragon’s resting place, so that he had not been killed in pain.
Then he found himself in the world of demons as though he were not alone in the search for a solution.
I heard a few words from the dragon, saying, “It doesn’t matter, at least you’ve gone up.” I’m sorry.
The rest of them even boasted that he was good at his work.
“What’s going on?
“We’re here.” I’m sorry.
It was only then that the people who had gone to talk had found that the palace had been seen not far away, so they cleaned it up and brought down the clouds.
The messenger bird had already informed the devil of our visit, and today it met with a feast at the House of Demons, and two of the messengers were waiting outside the gate to bring us into the palace.
I can’t help but wonder if there’s something gruesome about the devil’s fragrance that can smell the blood of a blade cut through its throat.
But beyond that, it seems no different from the heavenly world, but the decorative plastering, the construction of houses with stones, and the bouquets of flowers are not much cut, but rather left to grow savagely.
And do not announce to me suddenly: “They look like men.” I’m sorry.
I am speechless as if I were a man, and the appearance of these messengers is normal.
So I squeezed his fingertips gently, suggesting that he should not lie.
Away from the temple, the messenger stopped and said to us, “Come in, gentlemen.” I’m sorry.
“Thank you very much.” In contrast to him, the two messengers were indifferent.
When we entered the house, the Shaitan sat high, beneath it was a stationary Shaitan, divided on both sides. Each of them bowed its head down, even though he had a warm meal in front of him, and he was not moving.
I realize there’s something strange about the palace. It’s like being newly widowed.
I set up a god, I tried to ignore the outside world, and said to the devil, “My God, I am God, and I am God, and this is the way to do it,” and the fairies gave a gift.
Demons look kind and kind, and they look like individuals — no, I mean, very nice, like a man who shakes a fan.
He smiled at us and gave us a gift, and I don’t know what it was, about some strange treasures.
He looked at it a little bit, and when he opened a jade box, he looked at it very carefully, as if it were interesting and had his mouth snapped.
“You say you’re a god? “And the devil put up a lid and asked without heart.
I, somehow, noded, “Yes. I’m sorry.
“Huh. He smiled, and said, “Thank God for your kindness. I’ve come a long time ago. I’m sorry.
He had a few shadows coming out of nowhere, and had several tables set up on the lower left side of his seat.
After we’re here, the feast will begin.
However, we did not enjoy this meal, except that the devil would say two words, and the whole house would be almost silent, and those subordinates would eat without a sound, let alone a toast.
I exchanged an eye with him, and his eyebrow wrinkled, and he probably felt wrong.
At the end of the meal, the devil asked, “How can I get used to my food without God?” I’m sorry.
I said, “It’s customary, it’s delicious. I’m sorry.
He said, “Well, it’s not too easy for you to come all the way, so you can stay here for a few days and return later.” I’m sorry.
I certainly didn’t want to spend much time here, so I declined to say, “That’s… that’s enough. Now that the gift has arrived, we should return to life soon, thanks to the devil. I’m sorry.
He smiled as if he were a book-student: “No hurry, just a meal, not a treat. I see God, and you stay a few more days for me.” I’m sorry.
Saying, ‘What, did he pause a little, and cast a blind eye over us? Or do the gods fear that the realm of evil will not do you good?’ I’m sorry.
I can’t answer that.
I cannot remain in the realm of magic, even if there is doubt in my heart, and I cannot speak it in plain words, for it is he who laughs, but his eyes are bloodthirsty.
Like a predator of man, wearing warm skins and disguises, only to ease his prey’s guard and strike.
And that bad feeling grew stronger, and I disassociated myself from everyone’s eyes: “No, I did not. The devil’s hospitality was so thoughtful and his heart had arrived, and if we were to delay our return, I would fear that the heavens and the earth would miss it. I’m sorry.
I finally mentioned the sky, hoping to use the emperor to hold the devil hostage and to make a difference, and suddenly he showed up and said, “Now that God insists on leaving, go.” I’m sorry.
He gave up too quickly, and I didn’t even think it would be the little dragon that touched me, so I immediately took the opportunity to say hi.
As we turned around and walked down the stairs, I felt that the cold eyes of the Shaitan behind me were staring at me without reservation, while the followers of the Shaitans on both sides were staring at us.
It’s just a small journey to the centre of the temple, and I’m sweating a little bit, and I can’t get out of it with a strange sense of urgency.
I couldn’t help but accelerate the pace, and if I could, I’d really like to fly out, but I haven’t come out of the hall, and I’ve behaved too badly.
Moreover, we are here as an angel of the heavens. If the devil hands on us, can the heavens stop? If he wanted to do it, he would not do it too much.
In this way, I feel a little relieved to see the door close, ten steps, nine steps, eight steps…
Suddenly, the voice of the devil came back: “Oh, God, do you really think you can get out?” I’m sorry.
And as soon as that word came out, my heart was heavy and my body tightened, and the light of my eyes had captured the demons on both sides of it, and, worse still, my body grew so heavy that my feet could barely lift up.
I was forced to stop, and my head said, “What does the devil want?” “Do you not believe in words?”
And the Shaitan replied, “I said, “Go as you wish, but you will not be able to go, depending on what you can.” I’m sorry.
And the old fairy said, “We came to celebrate, and the devil stayed for no reason, fearing that the two sides of the earth would be hurt.” I’m sorry.
And the rest of the fairies are saying, “Yes! Even in the human world, there is no reason for discord between the two sides to be angry with their servants. If the Emperor knew of it, he would surely lead the army to the level of evil! I’m sorry.
Then the dragon whispered, “Why can’t I move?” I’m sorry.
I was just about to answer, but I couldn’t hear it. I’m sorry.
Then my waist was wrapped up in a fragrance, and I threw it out the door.
But the next minute, I was like a kite and I was pulled down, just in front of the door, and my hand was at the threshold.
When I lay down on the ground, I saw the devil walking down from his seat, with his left hand and his left hand and his left finger coming together, and I was dragged back.
And the fairies were set in place, and their faces rose red, and they could not move: “What have you done to us?” I’m sorry.
“What did you do? It seems that the heavenly days are so easy that you all forget that this is the devil’s land and that you walked in here unprepared…'” The devil’s face shows a gentle smile, “Do I really think I’m opening the door to the guests? I’m sorry.
“Damn face!” “I wish you a son with no ass!” I’m sorry.
And not only staring at me, but with his face black, it can be seen that he is doing his best to break the shackles, and only one of his foxtails appears.
I can’t feel any poison. It’s just that all the power is tied in, the web is so tight, the poisons at the centre slowly stretch out and trap the prey.
And when the devil moved with grace, and his finger moved gently, I floated to his side, “I am grieved. The child was born with a part of my blood, and you came just as well, both flesh and spirit. I’m sorry.
And I said, “I am God, do you want to fight with heaven? I’m sorry.
And he opened my hair, and he snuffed his head at my neck, and whispered, “I have seen the above God, you are not her; she was already in the river of darkness.” You’re prettier than her. I’m sorry.
I was surprised when the old fairy said that I had been in the realm of evil, but the devil said that God had died. It seemed that the so-called God had fallen, and indeed that it was only the false identity of the emperor to call me back.
But how can you be so lonely?
I didn’t even notice, because of the shock, that the devil was kissing my face, or that the old fairy’s roar was pulling back my mind: “The devil’s head is insolent!” This is my god in heaven. Don’t be a fool! I’m sorry.
The devil wrinkled his eyebrow and the next minute the old fairy’s head exploded.
My brains were splattered with blood on my face, warm.
“And even the Emperor will make a deal with me. What does God have?” “And the Shaitan took me into his arms, and took them away. I’m sorry.
I looked over his shoulder, and the demons were swung up, tearing the headless bodies of the old fairies like wolves, and the other fairies screamed and were devoured by the mouths of the bloodbath.
Only the little dragon and not only the last of the gods, but not the only ones behind him revealed the shadow of the second tail, and he looked at me and was almost frazzled. I’m sorry.
I shook his head almost undetected and made a silent mouth of him: hide the tail.
Not all of a sudden.
And I was taken to a dark room, where I was engraved in a symbol, and I even suffocated, as if I had been covered in a sheet of water, and the more I wanted to breathe.
“It’s only for you in heaven. Is it hard? “And the Shaitan put me on a bed covered with a blanket, and he stood by me, and looked down at me, and looked at me, and said, ‘What a beautiful creation! You must have caused great trouble to the emperor, or he would not have given you to me. I’m sorry.
I lie in a soft, white hair, and I can’t move, like a puppet, and realize that the emperor should have found that I had infiltrated the temple, and that the so-called celebration was only an excuse, and that his true purpose was to remove me by the hand of the devil.
And I thought I’d give them a chance to leave…
I couldn’t help but regret it, but in order to delay it, I tried to talk to him, “What the Emperor has given you, I may also give you.” I’m sorry.
The devil laughed, and he unmasked my coat: “He gave me the world, will you?” I’m sorry.
I looked up, and I couldn’t help but say, “How can it be?” I’m sorry.
We helped him to remove you, and then He will completely open the barrier between the two sides of Man. “His face is no longer mild, it’s a bloodthirsty distortion, and his skin is starting to get hard, and his mouth is full of fangs, “and all you can give me is you. I’m sorry.
I looked at him faceless and I said nothing.
And he teareth open my collar: thy cold face and thy tears will be better. I’m sorry.
Then he bit me in the neck, like a blade, and I could almost hear the tearing of my flesh.
Blood surges quickly, dyeing the skin of snow and skin.
I had a convulsion and a blurry groaning of my throat, while my eyes were staring at my head, blinking and not blinking, much less a tear.
The devil’s body has grown larger and less human, and even small bones have been found in his hands, leaving a thread of blood on my skin.
The first time I felt what flesh and blood were, I was about to be eaten alive.
He looked up and found my dry eyes, and there was some joy: “You can bear it, without a tear.” I’m sorry.
Blood dripped to the ground, dipped into the ground, and I tried to move my fingers quietly, even in the realm of magic.
I blinked, looked at him, and said, “Did the Emperor tell you what I did? I’m sorry.
And in the darkness where he could not see, my fingers were tightened, and a rusty little dagger flashed in my hand, and my blade was as radiant as ruby.
That’s my blood condensed weapon.
He asked, “What?” I’m sorry.
“I’m made of stone, so…” I take a deep breath, and I take the scolding look of little dragon, “I won’t drop a tear for you!” I’m sorry.
When the voice came out, I suddenly reached out and held him tight, and the dagger slammed into his neck — I had just observed that he was the most vulnerable.
“Uh! He was hit with this, he was raised up, he grabbed my shoulder and tried to rip me apart, and I didn’t mean to get involved with him, and I immediately pulled out the dagger and fled from the gap.
He covered his neck with a wound while he was angry and trying to catch me, but I was shot back by the Buddha and I escaped from the dark room.
Thank you. Thank you for your hard work in making me a Buddha.
And that’s why I’m free from the devil, because I was immersed in Buddha to benefit adults, so it’s not entirely useful for me to write only for the fairies.
“This is the world of evil!” You can’t escape! I’m sorry.
And the demons who sprung up like a tide confirmed his words.
I fell and flew to the other side, but my wounds affected my speed, and they healed too slowly.
The devil rose from behind me, and the huge wings almost covered the sky, and the blood in the air grew stronger.
His wings swung to me with a wind, and the empty wind was like a blade, my back was cut and my shirt broken.
And the Shaitans around us are approaching me, and they see themselves in a desperate escape, but I have calmed down and have drawn up a plan in my heart.
The body stagnates in the air, and at the next minute it turns towards the Shaitan who has covered the sky, and when the curse that spring had told me raised to the limit of speed and strength, every drop of blood flowing out of it gathered, with a dagger in his hand and a sword in his hand, with a gold and two-colored dust, all nearing devils burned to ashes.
And the sacred curse of the Lord of the Peacock, which hath set on fire all unclean and unclean things in the world, and the pagans, though merciful and angry.
In my current condition of serious injury, I cannot sustain it for too long, even at risk of being reversed, but it does not matter much.
My heart is filled with anger and murder, burning from the field, like a wildfire that ignites weeds and drowns all my senses, and leads me to the devil in a blink.
He’s like, “How dare you…”
Then the wings came together, and covered me with them, and a moment went by, and a piece of the feathers was woven, and it appeared as it was softer, and it was stronger than the iron, and the sparks of the thorns were grafted out when they turned.
These flying feathers are only a shadow, but I have no power, no chance to find them, and the secret curse has squeezed all my power to the extreme.
And the devil smiled, and said, “I was wrong, and your face is bloodier than tears, and death is the most beautiful.” I’m sorry.
And suddenly I said, “Do you always exaggerate?” I’m sorry.
It was a strange thing to say, and he fell unconscious, and the flying feathers around him stopped for a moment.
At this moment, a black man flashed and cut off his wing from the outside.
When the sky came in, I saw a face that did not panic, but rather a little dragon that struggled to repel the devil.
Do not cry out, “How are you?” I’m sorry.
And the devils ate pain, and gathered their wings, and were angry: “You are not dead!” I’m sorry.
I could only have had a short smile on my face, but I was close to the Shaitan, where the Buddha’s light prevented him from repulsing, leaping up, and piercing him with a sword.
Powder– blood on my face.
And I did not relax, and I used my last filament, and with the strength of a sword, I stomped on him and fell fast, and then I broke a pit on the earth.
The devil lies in the heart of the pit, with a big hole in his abdomen, with its wings broken, but not dead: “Who are you?” I’m sorry.
Everything seems to have happened in a moment.
He has taken the throne of the Shaitan, and no one can make him so weak with his own power, even though it was him who was in control at the beginning, but it seems that he can always fight back.
I breathed, my blood fell from my eyelashes, and I wiped it with my hand and smiled at him: “Is I still beautiful?” I’m sorry.
And the pupils of the devil were slightly amplified, and their eyes were complicated.
I drew a sword from my head, but he grabbed me with his hands: “You will not kill me, or I will tell him.” I’m sorry.
“I am not a god, but I am a woman.” I am not at peace with the emperor, who is weak enough to make a deal with you, and who is unable to take me out of his hands, yet you have failed in my hands, the stronger or the weaker, surely you will see. I’m sorry.
And I smiled, and I put my sword on his cheeks, and I implied, “Be a smart man, or next time it’s not as simple as that, Demon. I’m sorry.
After that, I turned and left, with a sword in my hand, in blood.
And did not hasten to help me, and I fled without trace, as if there was more, but whispered to him, “He was only seriously wounded, and now go.” I’m sorry.
“I’ll kill him.” I’m sorry.
So I seized him, “Don’t go, I can’t run out of time. I’m sorry.
Without being alone and with little dragons, I escaped from the realm of demons, and I finally lost consciousness.
38
And when I woke up, someone was right next to me and the fire was on his face.
I looked up to him, and I had a little bit of a morbid voice, and I was like, “What’s going on? I’m sorry.
He smiled at me: “You are well, little rock.” I’m sorry.
I felt weak, but I had a good time, and I sat around and looked around, and I found myself in a broken temple in the middle of the wilderness, with several holes in my head, which I could see in the evening.
“What are you doing here?” Where are we?”
“This is the earth, they went out to find food.” He added some wood, “I heard you lost your memory. I remember. I’m sorry.
But he looked a little surprised. He figured it out.
Yes, I’ve always remembered that after Danzig died, spring found me and restored all my memories. I knew that the emperor had no good intentions, but I could only plot for the greater good, and I couldn’t tell.
The day when he appeared not alone, We sensed a change in his breath, and knew that he had survived by evil gods.
It is said that there are three great happy events for the human being, and when he finds out in his home town that Kim’s list is named, he spends the night in a cave.
For me, there’s no way out of that moment.
But I realized immediately that it was safest to die, and that if I saw him, I would drag him into danger.
So We held down the heart of the convulsion, and made the faces of those who lost their memories, and drove him out of heaven.
He said that he had been born, waiting for more than seven hundred years for me, and wept and wept so close that I could not cuddle, and my heart was stinging.
Who knows? He flew up with Bruce.
As I look towards Jae-in, the whiteness of his eyes seems to be dim, and even white hair is missing: “It’s not only that he and Bruce just met up a little while ago, that he appeared at a feast in the forest and then flew up with her, and you helped them to rise up?” I’m sorry.
He nodded his head: “Well, they wanted to come to you, but it was only for a while, they didn’t have a god, and the forest was just a warm friend. I’m sorry.
It’s no surprise to know Jai-in, the man with whom he’s known.
Not only did the dragon and the dragon succeed in flying up the border, but even the emperor could not see the cracks, which meant that they were recognized by heaven.
So, what would be the identity of the King of Heaven and the King of Heaven himself? And I am the living, and I am the living.
With this in mind, my hands are sweaty, and an incredible thought is now in my heart.
For the first time, I was staring at Jae-in and feeling dry, “Are you an emperor?” I’m sorry.
And Lo! Lo! the Cain was light, and he did not reply immediately, and looked at the fire, and the light leaped on his face, and the shadow was more than that, and was quieter than the ancient Buddha in the temple.
Then the loud voice of Bruce suddenly sounded: “You are awake, O Xiaowei! You’ve been out for two days. You’ve been dying, and you’ve found Nagachi. I’m sorry.
I looked back, and the dragon was full of rooster rabbits with broken necks, and he was walking in, and he was not alone behind him, carrying a pile of fruit and a kettle around his neck.
Not sitting by my side and handing me the kettle. I picked it up with my hand, but I couldn’t drink it, and I said, “Are you the emperor?” I’m sorry.
“What are you talking about?” “Sit down on a little dragon’s lap, and he’s confused. “He’s blind and doesn’t look like the Emperor. How can he be? Ah, the dead fox is fast enough to cook the whole chicken, and she’s probably hungry.”
He didn’t turn his back on him, he looked at him, and asked, “Is it true?” I’m sorry.
“You’re really smart, little rock. “Yes. I’m sorry.
Guessing it’s true, it’s like I’ve been punched.
# Not by surprise #
“What? I’m sorry.
We were all staring at Cain, but he didn’t look at any of us, and suddenly the atmosphere was so quiet, it was just fire.
He has been an indispensable partner along the way with us, and his hidden identity has left all of us somewhat overwhelmed.
How long did it take for Bruce to say, “Are you the son of the emperor?”
“Ahem. “I’m his successor, not his relative.” I’m sorry.
The Emperor is nothing but a proxy, the essence of which is the incarnation of heaven, the creation of consciousness from chaos over countless years, the transformation of form over countless years, and the emergence of a heart that belongs only to the emperor, the northern star, after six walks as a bystander, with a true understanding of what is in the heavens and the earth.
However, only one heart, after the death of the last Emperor, will his successor become the new master of the northern starling, and only with this will he be truly recognized by Heaven.
No one but the Emperor knew that there were others who would become the Emperor, who would do everything in his power to slow down his death and who would remain within him. And Jai-in was afraid that he would not be found by the emperor.
And suddenly I turned to it, and the blindness of my eyes was a manifestation of the lack of the power of God, because he was strong but had no heart.
And the emperor, who was in the temple, and his eye was white, which meant that he also had those signs, but was covered up because he had a heart, but the flesh had no support.
“But you don’t look blind right now, do you have power?” I’m sorry.
“Well, heaven’s way is leaning towards me, and there is no immortality in the world. He’ll end up dead and no more people will be killed, only sooner or later.” I’m sorry.
He said, “Then we will not have to fight him until he dies.” I’m sorry.
“He should have died, but he survived, and too many innocent people have died in the middle of it, and they will continue to let go, and the six sides will probably return to chaos.” I’m sorry.
But I was somewhat excited to grab the hidden shoulder: “So if he destroys the snow and leaves him without room, he will only hand over the northern star, and then you will be a new emperor.” I’m sorry.
He re-emphasized: “Only a successor, the emperor will always have one, no matter what. I’m sorry.
Finally, our plan is to find an opportunity to return to the heavens, to contact them, and to gather the strength of the people to hold back the emperor, even if it is only for a moment and a half, as long as it is enough for us to destroy the Jade, and then give it to her, who knows how to retrieve the northern star.
After eating, the dragon went out to sleep with a tree that he liked, which he was most comfortable to hang, and I saw him swam out in shape, with two little horns on his head, like a coral, and the snow was lovely.
He doesn’t know where he’s going. Before he leaves, I’ll wait for him.
There was only one thing left to stay with me, but he kept silent.
I said, “What’s wrong with you?” I’m sorry.
He looked down and said, “Oh, you remember, no wonder you let me hide my tail. I’m sorry.
After all these years, neither the appearance nor the quality of his body had sunk, but he was now whispering like a dog in the rain, unable to find his way home.
I thought he was blaming me for my memory loss, so he explained: “I’m sorry, I’m afraid I’m going to drag you and the little dragon in, and I’m going to drive you away, but I didn’t think I’d let you in.” I’m sorry.
He shook his head: “You did not wrong us, but I pursued you. I’m sorry.
“I may be a little stupid and useless, but at least I won’t let you fight alone, which is lonely.” I’m sorry.
“How? “I’m relieved, I feel the jade, I shake it in front of him, “You know, I’m tired sometimes, but seeing this, I don’t think you’re tired. As long as you and Bruce are good, I’m not alone. I’m sorry.
“My one fell in the land of evil.” I’m sorry.
To be precise, when he was delirious, he fell into the mud.
I heard, and put the jade in his hand: “Don’t be sad, we’ve met again, and the meaning of the faith is fulfilled, and it is given to you.” I’m sorry.
“Hmm. He nodded his head, put his hand on the ground, he kissed me in the face, and he got better: “I thought you didn’t remember, so I didn’t tell you I really missed you, and I was afraid you wouldn’t remember.” I’m sorry.
I laughed, “Didn’t you say you like waiting for me? I’m sorry.
“I like you and do whatever you want.” But I read in a book that says, “I don’t know what’s going on, and I’m afraid your feelings for me will end when.” It won’t work. I’m sorry.
His eyes are as clear as beauties, shining in the fire as a true heart.
I said, “You read? I’m sorry.
“Yeah, you let me read. I can read many words now and write letters.” I’m sorry.
I couldn’t help but touch his head: “When these things are taken care of, the Six Sides will settle down, and we’ll be together every day, where we want to go. I’m sorry.
“You’ve always been so nice to others, you’ve always been so good to me. “But a little bit is good.” I’m sorry.
Looking at his smile, I suddenly wanted to tell him that what I saw was not his happy times, but how he died.
I really thought that he was dead and that I was reminiscent for centuries, and I always didn’t think of the God of God, who was supposed to have the mercy of God, who killed my friend, my love.
I have heard many Buddhas in Mount Ling, and none of them I love is nothing but a false dream, a true knowledge of joy and sorrow, or because I met not alone and little dragons in the lower world, who were living and gave me a living feeling.
Let me no longer be cold stone.
So the most important reason for my insistence to the present day, beyond the stability of the six worlds and the lives of all, is that I want revenge for not being alone.
I am not as selfless as he thinks, and he is not only in my heart, but he is far before the six worlds.
But I didn’t tell him this, but it was just a little close to his face, smiled and whispered, “But I’m better to others than I’m going to kiss them. Do you want me to kiss you?” I’m sorry.
He’s not almost holding his breath alone, he’s still shy even though he’s kissed too many times, but he smiles sweetly and doesn’t matter his head.
I couldn’t help but give him a kiss.
Who knows that the rain started that night, and the roofs of the temples were completely unstoppable, and we were forced to move overnight, and it was difficult to find a inn under the mountain, and three rooms were ordered for the time being.
The rains were followed by several consecutive rains, and the autumn was intense.
After almost recovery, I reached out to Madinox and Qingro and told them of the final plan, and over the years we had set up countless seemingly incontrovertible skirmishes on our own in the sky, and many of the fairies liked to do some skirmishes, so it did not attract the attention of the emperor.
In fact, these nuances, which will eventually be a nine-sum stand, are said to have been painted before the death of the Great God of Chugu and to have suppressed the God of the heavens and the earth. We don’t want repression. We want to be able to hold the emperor for a while.
Everything is ready, waiting only for the news of Cain.
In the night, the cold wind snuck in through the windows and sewd the bedbooks, and I lay in the bed and woke up from the nightmare and found myself sweating.
I’ve had these dreams all these days, without specific circumstances or even specific objects, but with sharp, cold pains, and when I wake up, I can’t sleep, and the pain goes on and on.
I know, it all comes from the fear of being almost eaten by a monster.
I didn’t mention it to anyone, as if that had been an ordinary dilemma, just as we’ve seen it many times before, only in our dreams, the devil’s teeth will appear.
Maybe the bed was too broad and therefore empty, and I sat up and lit the light and waited for daylight.
That’s when he appeared, and he became a little black fox, snuck in through the window, and whispered, “Do you wake up?” I’m sorry.
And We opened the bed, and passed out the light, and he was like a hairy shadow, and he was crouching in his face, and he used to bend his head.
I laughed, “What are you doing here? I’m sorry.
He raised his front paws and swung his ears: “I heard you wake up. Are you doing this these days? I’m sorry.
I’m a little surprised, “You hear me? I’m sorry.
He nodded his head: “Yes, you sit up and wipe the stone, and there is a sound.” “Did you sleep well?” he said. I’m sorry.
As usual, I am faced with such a question, and I will not be afraid of others, but will laugh and deny it.
But at this moment, I don’t know why I’m looking at him for a while, and the little black fox is not in a hurry, sitting there waiting for me to answer.
“…I had nightmares and it hurt. “I didn’t come back to God until after half an hour, whispering, “so I couldn’t sleep. I’m sorry.
“Can I come up and sleep with you?” I’m sorry.
I put the light on the nightstand, and I smiled and pulled the covers: “Okay. I’m sorry.
“Yeah! * He cheered in a little, and jumped into the bed and went into the bed. *
I sensed a hairy fur slit my thighs, and the next moment, a young fox-eyed man came out of it.
“Uh…” I look down and look at one head, “Don’t you feel too crowded? Put the tail away. I’m sorry.
And not blinking, stomping my back with my tail, and stinging, “There is only one tail, and this is warmer.” I’m sorry.
And wait for me to speak, and he drags me: “Okay, fall asleep.” I’m sorry.
I had always left him with no choice but to go back to sleep.
The lights are still on, in the small bed, in the light of the world that belongs to us alone, and the rain and wind are all the same.
We fall asleep face to face and not look at me alone, long, long eyelashes cast a full shadow over our noses for a long time without blinking.
I had half my eyes in my eyes, but his eyes were stuck to my face, and I couldn’t ignore them: “What do you see, stay awake?” I’m sorry.
“You look great. I’m sorry.
When he said that, he didn’t laugh, but his eyes were tender.
I don’t feel too much about my face. I’m just a rock.
Moreover, the heavens will not spare me when he is no better, and the devil himself will defeat him, and he will not pity me when he eats me.
But suddenly I think of what the devil says, and wonder, and ask, “Do you think I have tears on my face or blood on my face? I’m sorry.
“Not good. And he frowned, and he said, “I don’t want to cry or bleed. I think you’ve been laughing. I’m sorry.
And I stretched out a finger to level his eyebrow, and his lips laughed: “I also felt that I could not remember that I had cried, and perhaps I was a stone heart.” I’m sorry.
“No wonder, the softest heart. He smiled, and his eyes fell on my lips, “Well, his mouth is soft, it’s soft everywhere.” I’m sorry.
I fled his sight and lay down, and he pursued me, holding his elbow up, and came to see me, “Do you still feel pain?” I’m sorry.
I paused to realize that he was just making me happy with his warm and warm company and that he forgot all the nightmares.
I shook my head, “No more pain. I’m sorry.
“Are you having nightmares because of what happened before? He touched my neck gently with his fingertips, and it was smooth as it was, and it left no trace. “Every time I saw you bleed, I was scared and hurt. I’m sorry, I was useless. I’m sorry.
And We turned to him, and said, “It’s all right, don’t worry. It’s not your fault. I’m sorry.
For sure, I kissed him on the forehead.
He bowed his head and kissed me on the side of the neck, whispering, “I don’t want you having nightmares anymore. I’m sorry.
His lips touched too softly, and it was as itchy as a drop of bead, fell down on the skin, fell into the bottom of the collar, and smote my leg softly with hairy tails.
It’s like a velvet, like a petal, all over the body, a fragrance of joy, a narrow space, fragrance, and I’m starting to get a little hot, and I ask, “How many tails are you now?” I’m sorry.
And look not at me alone, but the radness of the radiance of the eye’s eye is red, and the sound of it is: “Do you want to see? I’m sorry.
He’s been asking a lot of questions, but I’m aware of them and I’m a little nervous.
“Don’t be afraid, don’t worry about me. * And he laughs at his mouth, “Just be happy. I’m sorry.
And then he slipped into the nest, like the most knowledgeable.
The warm air leaks from the depths of the skin and softly wraps people into a trap made of honey, entanglemented so as to keep them alive, and even the candles before them become so hot as to be water.
And ten fingers like a touch of the piano, and the slowness of the tongue, and the love of the lips, as if the kiss were at the tip of the heart, so sweet and sweet, and the hardness of the heart would be in the midst of spring.
And finally, my breath began to tremble, so that my voice began to whisper unconsciously.
“Do I make you happy? I’m sorry.
It’s really happy. Maybe I should exaggerate.
“Let me see how many tails you have.” I’m sorry.
“Really? I’m sorry.
I touched his face: “You won’t hurt me, will you? I’m sorry.
“No, I won’t take your anger anymore. “He bowed his head open the silk in my ears, kissed my earlids, whispered, “And I took back what I said, and your face was so red, it really looked good.” I’m sorry.
A moment before the lights went out, nine tails appeared on the wall as flowers.
And when the night is not over, and the intrudes, the stronger the flowers, the more they will perish, and the more they will be, the greater they will be.
There is enough joy for the saints to live and fear death.
I’m probably never having nightmares again.
39
Today it will not rain again, and the clouds will see some light from the sun, and upon man it will be a thin frost, and no warmth.
I was sitting with Bruce on the steps outside the kitchen, not to say that the cold was the best thing to do, so I started his chicken stew again, and we gave him his hand — the garlic.
It’s just that little dragons are impatient, and they don’t like to do these boring things, and the more lazy the snakes are in the fall, the less they’re going to do it, the less they’re going to do it.
And he put his hands behind his back and looked at the sky with his head on his head, and his eyes dazzled: “Hey, what if we hadn’t left the mirrors?” I’m sorry.
I haven’t heard these words for a long time, I wonder, “Maybe I’m stoned, and you probably haven’t changed. I’m sorry.
“All these years, when I’m squeezed by those old dragons, I wish we hadn’t left. “But if I hadn’t gone, I wouldn’t have had a day like this, and I wouldn’t have had a day like this.” I’m sorry.
And I said, “Yeah, I didn’t think it would happen.” I’m sorry.
“Seon, have you ever thought about what we can do if we don’t make it? Little Dragon looks at me.
I took it seriously, and I answered slowly: “The emperor will never fall, and he will always be a knife hanging over his head, so it’s best to take care of him if he can’t do it.”
I put a piece of garlic in the bowl and smiled at her: “If it doesn’t work, we’re all together, whether we live or die, and we’re just ashamed of you being innocent.” I’m sorry.
“Oh, my God, ” Little Dragon scratched his head, and I’m a little embarrassed. “I’m in the middle of a six-way world. I can’t talk about innocent people. I’m sorry.
I laughed, “There’s no need to worry, we’ve got a plan, we can’t say it. I’m sorry.
“What the hell happened to Jae-in, he hasn’t been back for days…” I’m sorry.
I gave him the bowl: “Is it too little?” I’m sorry.
I’m too slow, little dragon’s barely moving, so there’s only a dozen.
Enough. * Not alone, bend over and kiss me loudly * I’m sorry.
I took a look at the little dragon and reminded him, “The dragon has helped.” I’m sorry.
The dragon has moved to the other side of the steps, and the face is complex: “I’m not in any trouble, don’t kiss me.” I’m sorry.
If you don’t say so, you’ll feel better, and you’ll have to kiss him to thank him.
Little Dragon struggled, and he sprained into the ground, and his face was red, and he shouted, “Crawl away, dead fox!” I’m sorry.
A snake and a fox are almost 2,000 years old, but it’s like a muddy little kid, and I look around and I feel funny.
And at this time, when an autumn has been blown, and after it has appeared, his breath has faded, as if he had been incorporated into the heavens and the earth.
I looked at him, and I didn’t hear him, except he opened his mouth. I’m sorry.
I wonder, “Ah?”
“My chicken soup! I’m sorry.
Then jump up and run into the kitchen.
The dragon finally got up from the ground and took the dust and asked, “What are you doing? I’m sorry.
“No hurry, drink soup first.” I’m sorry.
After half an hour, we sat around a small table in the kitchen, facing our heads, trying to eat chicken and soup.
The chicken is so soft that it melts away, and the tungsten is so fresh that it doesn’t leave its beads alone, its face is bright and it doesn’t feel greasy.
I’ve been so much warmed up with a bowl of soup like this during the fall and the fall.
And he said, “These days I will travel to the six sides, and strengthen the barrier; and the day when the heavens and the earth will change, I will not collapse in a moment.” I’m sorry.
And I was surprised: “Your strength has been strengthened so that you can repair the barrier instead of the emperor.” I’m sorry.
“Not enough. “Look out of the door and look away.” I’m sorry.
And we went out with his eyes, and we saw nothing but a twilight, full of leaves and green.
I opened my eyes a little, and I didn’t see it right. I whispered, “How could this be?” I’m sorry.
“What’s wrong? “Why don’t you just have a tree? I’m sorry.
And I whispered: “The earth is in the middle of an avalanche, and it is time for chaos.” I’m sorry.
Isn’t it strange that the twilight is still alive and alive at such times?
Even Bruce’s got it.
The explanation for this is: “If the body of heaven is present at the same time, it can cause chaos.” I’m sorry.
The greening of the autumn is only the slightest sign, and perhaps the end will be a day and a night, and the sun will rise out of the West, when the heavens and the earth will be in chaos.
I finally understand why Jasmine has always stressed that there can only be one emperor in the world.
And Cain turned his eyes back, and looked at himself: “Go, to heaven.” I’m sorry.
And I was a bit dazed, and I didn’t reach out to hold on to me, and I shook him hard and noded his head. I’m sorry.
We packed the kitchen, left money and left the inn quietly.
The long-hidden religion gives us a secretive, simple and practical technique, and the winds float into the sky without a breath.
Instead of going back to my loft, we infiltrated the Sky River, where there was a secret line that I had set for years, which was small, had a big hand, but very moving, and once it was opened, the power would follow the Sky River through the sky and set in motion the whole nine reals.
To put it bluntly, that’s the key to the nine reals.
At the bottom of the river, despite the flow of water, we are even as flat as we breathe.
The secret formation is on a pebble, which no one would have seen in particular without my guidance, because there is nothing on it, except the hole left by the flow of water, which is no different from the other.
When I injected the spirit, some of the holes up there shined.
And he did not look at the stone, but he said, “It’s so beautiful, you’re too good.” I’m sorry.
These little holes, which appear to be irregular, contain incomprehensible wonders, delicate distributions and acoustic auras, making this ash-stomping rocky fish, as if they were to jump out of their hands and slide into water at the next minute.
Looking at his breathtaking eyes, I am proud to have spent countless hours in my heart, secretly looking through all the ancient cuisine, and for over a hundred years making this formula, even I admire myself.
I smiled and turned it back: “It’s not really time to open it, until I get in touch with you.” I’m sorry.
The little dragon became a white dragon with a thumb, moving in the water as it were: “Then hurry up, don’t wait, I’m so nervous. I’m sorry.
I looked to Jae-in, and he noded his head: “Go ahead. I’m sorry.
The 9th Jam consists of small formations, each of which is responsible for a part, but preparation takes some time, so I sent a signal to my peers in advance.
At that point, a brilliant fairy was practicing his writing, and suddenly her penting hand shook and dropped an ink on the paper.
And the fairies remained the same, and laid down their bamboo pens, rubped their wrists, and said to the maid on the side: “This is where I am today. I will go back to my house and take a nap. I’m sorry.
The maid nodded, the fairies left, and her hands were put in her sleeve, covering the golden light of the palm.
The Fung Dynasty, the Wild Forest, is making curry for the Fairy of the Flowers, which is a hobby of the Great Forest — a hobby for anyone who has lived for thousands of years, but he has always been lazy and only the Fairy of the Flowers can support him.
The Fairy of the 100th was lying on the bed of a beautiful woman, and the two of them occasionally chatted and talked about funny things, saying that in recent days a crane had a hair that was bald on its head, and had been seen by the fairies as soon as it appeared, and it was heartbroken and balder, so it simply did not appear again.
They both laughed, and it was so funny that the flower fairies suddenly stopped and she sat up in the woods looking, and he took a smile and looked over.
There was no one in the room, so they did not hide the golden light.
Such situations also occur in all parts of the sky, and everything goes on in secret.
Because I was the only one who went to the deep part of the temple and knew it best, I was also the best person to destroy it, and I wanted to go alone, not alone with the dragon.
I gave him the secret, and he chose the moment to start the nine trues, and only the Emperor could feel it through heaven, but it was in heaven that each felt the other.
That is, when he finds the emperor, the emperor will find him.
We can’t look for the Emperor’s real body until the 9th may be ready, or we can’t show up, and if the Emperor finds out, we’re done.
But I had to wait, and I wanted to do something, and finally, I decided to go back to the attic, and I could find Jing-chun, which was the most desolate place to find.
I stood there and thought, “There was nothing left, I did everything I could, I turned around and I stopped, and I was not alone with me.” I’m sorry.
I didn’t answer him, but I turned and looked at Jae-in: “What if we fail? I’m sorry.
I was asked that I was not as sure as I was, and I couldn’t help but panic at this last moment.
A few steps away from it, the invisible face appears in the waves of the water, and even the smile on the lips is like: “When you think of all things, you want to live, you want to live, and you want to live, don’t think too much, you’ve done the best.” I’m sorry.
Can’t I just think about it?
“Oh, my God, he’s always talking, you listen to me…”
And not alone, but the fox’s ears were big and soft, and we stood by my face, and we waited to hear the Buddha’s saying, and little dragon stopped and said, “Don’t be afraid.” I’m sorry.
I’m not alone in saying, “No.” I’m sorry.
“What do you want? “Little Dragon turned his eyes over and let go of my shoulder, and said, “I’m telling you, don’t be afraid. I’m sorry.
I think he’s a little relieved by his fearless look, but isn’t she the aunt on the Green Hill?
I can’t help but wonder, “Little Dragon, is your aunt a white snake? I’m sorry.
The young dragon was so proud: “I have white snakes in my house, and my aunt can’t stand it, and she’s been playing with friends everywhere.” I’m sorry.
I’m sure that the relative of Bruce is the master of the book.
I was not alone in encouraging me, “Yes, yes, you are so powerful, so smart, and you have defeated even the devil, and the emperor is certainly not under discussion.” Besides, there are so many of us, the new emperor is here. Don’t worry. I’m sorry.
I showed him a smile and squeezed his ear: “Well, I’m not worried. Let’s go. I’m sorry.
But to put it this way, I still have a strange feeling in my heart, but I do not want to show it to make everyone wonder.
“Go.” I’m sorry.
After that, he gently waved his sleeves, and the water was windy, and he sent us to the bank of the river.
With the altruism, we’re moving towards the attic, and the sky is still so full and peaceful.
But it seems that it’s too quiet, not even the chirping of the cranes and the birds.
I feel like I’m hiding some kind of cold air in the pixie air, but I can’t tell, as if the blade has not yet reached the skin, but it’s locked in.
What’s wrong?
Not to be alone with her, but to be honest with her.
And not to be lonely and wrinkled: “I feel strange…”
It was a bad feeling, but it was good that we got to the attic, to the top of the attic, and Bruce, who was watching the outside at all times, found the lamp and I wanted to light it.
He said that he could see the course of events, but everything was changing and that what he saw did not necessarily happen.
When I asked him if he would fail, he asked me not to think as if we were very certain that we could succeed.
But in order to find peace, I would also like to ask you a question about the spring, where he is, as close as he would have come, perhaps to guess. If he had never been involved in heaven, but had it been chaos, would he not have been able to save it?
With my secret fears, I gathered for a fire and lit the lanterns — but, after a few moments, nothing.
It doesn’t have to wait long enough for spring to come out with the spirit.
It was as dark as ink, and I was staring at this candle fire, and my heart was like a canoe, and I was indeterminate.
I know. Something must have happened.
“It’s been a while, and we haven’t responded. Is there a problem?” I’m sorry.
You’re not alone, but you’re aware that I’m wrong. I’m sorry.
“The light seems to be broken. * I’m confused, I feel like something’s coming out, but I can’t guess what it is. *
“Don’t be too quick, slow, look at me, tell me what you think.” I’m sorry.
His tone is softer than the light, and he spits and bites like he’s carrying some kind of unique rhythm, and he can’t help but follow his voice.
It’s the spirit of the fox, and he can demagogue people if he wants.
It is just that he rarely uses this technique in front of me, and I have no protection at all against him, so it works.
And my heart turned from the waves of the sky to the water, and looked into his eyes, and it was like a beautiful and gentle spring.
I even had a smile on my lips and shook his head at him: “It must have happened before spring came, or perhaps the emperor had noticed my connection with him, but it had not stopped.” I’m sorry.
“Let me see. * Not to laugh at my lips, to rub my face at my nostrils, and to take the lantern.*
The lamp was not luminous, it had only one core and had been lit for too long.
So he looked back and forth, and saw nothing, and said: “Did he give you this lamp?” I’m sorry.
We shook our heads: “No, I found it in the penthouse. The lanterns were made of spring’s tail feathers.” I’m sorry.
“Oh…” doesn’t just nod your head, it’s blowing out the lights, but what do you find, “Huh? I’m sorry.
He turned the light around, and in a place close to the base, there were ignominy marks, which were too subtle, like the scratches of old things.
He lifted up the light and came close to identifying it: “You’re your name.” I’m sorry.
“It’s not me, fool. “I knew there were two words on the lamp, but it was normal to carve on one’s own things, so I’m not surprised.
After all, this loft was once a green house.
I don’t know, but I didn’t see her name inscribed anywhere else.
Then suddenly my heart moved.
It’s light! “The dragon who stayed by the window was suddenly screaming.
At the same time, we also felt the north-west corner of the Temple, which suddenly rose to a bulwark of power.
The north-west corner of the temple is a room for the peace of the Queen of Hong, and every 500 years, every day the fairies visit the idols of the old. Who can think of the emperor who has placed his true body in it?
“Go to the temple!”
I was almost unconsciously taken out of the window and headed for the temple, and I couldn’t look at the covert shape of it, nor how fast it was.
The sky at this time is completely different, and it is dark and radiant.
But every stream, river, even pond, is silver, cross-crossing, and at key points of connection, it’s a luminous array of wonders, set up for years and finally put to use.
And they are interconnected, woven into a complex web that covers the whole sky.
That’s the true face of the nine reals.
Some heavenly soldiers were rounded up, pushed back by not alone and by little dragons, standing outside the temple.
Under their protection, We stormed into the room deep in the temple, and the emperor was trapped, and his desolation was much weaker. Even though the weight of might made it difficult for me to carry my feet in the swamp, I was close to the still functioning snowmark.
There is no end in the presence of foreign soldiers and no end in the sound of the force, but there is nothing but the snow, which is as high as the stars, and a layer of radiance that flows from the surface of the crystal.
My heart beats like a drum, and I even feel like my tongue is dry, and I try to reach out to it, gently, I touch it, and I even hold it in my hand without hindrance.
I’m not sure it’s going to be so easy to look at this.
We cannot afford to be too late to compress the power of the spirit into a thread, to enter it, and then let it go, and it will blow up in the centre of it.
The motion is small, the cracks are quickly spread over the stone, small and delicate, and finally, the snow is turned into powder in my palm.
The white powder flows from its fingers, and the most precious of the gods, at this point it is nothing but dust, without a spark.
I can’t help but wonder, is that it?
“Ooh! “Doesn’t it just happen to come in from outside and ask, “Does it work out?” I’m sorry.
I looked at him and noded at a light spot: “Well, I destroyed the snow. I’m sorry.
He walked in front of me two steps, and said, “Oh, great. Did the Emperor die that day? I’m sorry.
And I was a bit dazed, in my own mind, and I asked, “Let’s go find Jaiken, he…”
And just now, I realized something, like a bowl of ice water in the cold winter.
I held my hand in my hand, and I kept my mouth open, and Bruce came, and he walked, and he said, “Oh, I’m exhausted, and the soldiers are running away… What are you guys up to here for? You’re gonna get out of here. I’m sorry.
And then I sensed a kind of tension standing on a cliff, and a hidden despair.
Because just a moment ago, I suddenly realized that the only difference between us going to the realm of magic and not going to the realm of magic is — Cain.
The Emperor has control of the Six Kingdoms. But if he didn’t notice, how could he kill me with the devil’s hand, or would he be so sure that he could kill me?
Maybe he’s prepared for my death.
We went to the devil’s land, we were wounded, we fled, and then, of course, we went to the Long Inn, and because it was clear to us that the emperor had killed us, the plan could not be delayed any longer. Together, we returned to the heavens and started to act.
Everything is so logical that the plan was long thought out, that there was only one time to do it, and now, if you want to do it, it was given by the emperor.
He sent me to the devil’s land, and he wanted him to kill me.
And we … brought him back to Jasmine.
What’s wrong with you? I’m sorry.
I didn’t cry at all, I didn’t respond, and it was the dragon who shook me so hard that I gathered my eyes on their faces.
Bruce, what’s wrong with you? I’m sorry.
I looked around, perhaps because of the destruction of snow and snow, so the fog was so disillusioned that even the weight felt when I entered the door was gone.
But is this really the southern sea?
In the silence of the room I hear nothing but the sound of my calmness: “I have not felt the presence of the spirit in the snow. This is a trap, and we have been deceived.” I’m sorry.
Little Dragon and his unsolved face were all very confused, and I finally calmed down and took them out with me.
“What the hell is going on here?” Is the Emperor alive?”
And I went on and said, “If all this was a trap that the emperor had designed long ago, his aim would certainly be to remove from him the greatest danger to him. Now I’m not sure if he can be trapped, but at least he’s not back yet. I’m sorry.
Soon, we came to the outside house, and the Nine Jins were still running, except that the sun was so dark, that even the light of the formation seemed much darker.
And I spread out my vision, and I found all those who had participated in the Nine True Commandments trapped in opposition, and for the rest of the room of the masters of Hong Meng, gathered the spirit of the whole formation, gushing, as if the air had become thicker, but there was no room.
He closed his eyes, made peace, as if he were a puppet without knowledge, as if he were a worm in amber, with a tight thread and no way out.
Seeing this, I’m in shock, which means that the Emperor has long known the existence of the Nine Shinsengumi, and has even changed the way it works when we don’t know it.
“Oh, shit. What’s going on in here? “We’re finished! I’m sorry.
“There is hope! We broke him up, and then we grabbed their arms, and we watched them closely. “The whole operation of the nine reals is based on the power that you have accumulated over the years, and when we run out of it, it will disappear, and there will be no dead, no dead, no dead. So, as long as the power runs out, all those trapped can come out.”
“But Zen , can they stay until the end? “It’s not alone to worry.
Even though he may be foolish, that doesn’t mean that he can’t understand the situation. People have been preparing for this for hundreds of years. Can’t the power accumulated there be exhausted in a moment?
There is no dead end, but it can also cause harm to the people who are in it simply by tightening restrictions.
Besides, how can the three of us fight against the Emperor?
When I ate my teeth, I finally made up my mind: “Go to the Mount of Spirits, and we shall look for the spring.” I’m sorry.
While we were talking, we left the temple and flew out of the sky, and my vision passed through a cornered face, and they were doing their best.
The fairies, the moon, the wild forest, the martial arts, and the little fairy who always wanted to plant flowers in my attic but I left them to escape.
What is wrong with me when I’m sorry and I just hate myself for being too stupid and for not thinking about it?
At this moment, I hear the voice of the supreme God: “Where do you want to go?” I’m sorry.
We were in our thoughts, and we were late, and we heard nothing but the cry, “Go, go!” I’m sorry.
A long shadow appeared from the clouds, and the garments of the crane’s feathers floated in the fog, and the spirit seemed harmless as a wave, but the moment of sight came upon me as a wind and rain.
And We raised our hand with consciousness, and held up a veil, but left it only for a moment, and it was broken.
But if I were not wounded, my anger was drawn from my sword, and there was a strange black velvet on my face, even the black fog would not go around it, as if it were just a moment before he became someone else.
Without saying a word, his sword slashed, and he went up to the sky one step at a time, reaching the height of the unstoppable cloud, and waved his sword at the sky, and the black fog of the sword rolled up in the cloud, and the air staggered as if it were filled with blood, wet and cold.
Little Dragon turns around and grabs me, and can’t walk two paces, and a silver gleams towards his vest, but he’s still holding the snake’s weakness. – The vest is seven inches, the deadliest.
Bruce! * I warn him that he turned his back on me and gnawed his teeth to protect me and speeded me up *
And when the silver was near, and in a hurry, We seized his wrists, and exchanged directions with him while he was not prepared, while he hastened his hand, with the protection of his spirit, and took hold of it in hard measure.
Although this shot was blocked, my hand left a blood hole, instantaneous and bloody.
Who cares? “The dragon was anxious to reach out and stop the bleeding, but I escaped.
And I held my fist tight, and let the blood flow faster, and almost took a red line in the air, and when I broke the canoe, I stopped: “I can’t run, I can’t fight.” I’m sorry.
Just for a moment, countless soldiers surrounded us.
And on that end, the sword was broken, and the hand of the emperor was broken, and the face of the emperor was blighted with blood, and he recovered in a blink.
I was worried, “No, how are you?” I’m sorry.
“All right. * Not alone from the sky, licking the blood of the lips, staring at the sky, dark, cold and firm in the dark *
And I looked straight to the heaven: “You’ve refined the snow, you’ve recreated the body. What do you want?” I’m sorry.
He looks just like he used to be, with long hairs like ink and cold eyes, but he’s fresher, and no longer alone in the clouds.
At this point, he even laughed: “I do not understand why you must kill me. Is it not enough for me to build a barrier, to divide the six sides, and to give peace to all? I’m sorry.
I immediately disproved: “How can you be an emperor again, because of your own desire to kill the foxes or even to force the woman to swear to flee and cause the world to lose? I’m sorry.
“Why can I not destroy the creation of man when he is created?” I’m the master of the six worlds, and I’ll live and die. Why not? I’m sorry.
“You’re crazy!” I’m sorry.
“For what? “The gods laughed first, then fell down their eyes, and the tone became cold and calm: “When I came to the world at the beginning of the year, I walked in the land of chaos, and when I met the wind, the creation of man by the wind, it was the power of heaven, which I had formed from my birth, and sent down to the people their work, so that they might be wise and rich. I’m sorry.
We’ve been hearing it and we’ve been stunned, but why would the gods lie about it?
The emperor whispered: “This is all I have done for the six sides of the heavens and the earth, except that I am the emperor, so do not remember. Now, I just want to live and not be lost, is it wrong? I’m sorry.
His voice was so soft, it touched me, but I squealed my hands, and the eye was shining towards the bottom nine, and he was prepared.
Because I’ve thought of how to run out of power as soon as possible.
Blood falls into the soil, absorbs the strength of the force, then breaks out and thrives.
It’s just that I’m not old enough to last.
And We continued, in order to delay it, with the emphasis of the sayings of the Emperor: “So you have not yet refined the snow. If you have succeeded in replanting the body, you will not say that you do not want to be absent.” What do you want?”
“I want a heart that will never go out.” * He looked up to me with a light eye, with a clear thirst *
The star of the North is the heart of the Emperor, and it can be taken away by his successor. He wants a single heart that will never be extinguished, that will never betray and that will help him sustain eternal life.
I’m so sweaty, he means, doesn’t he want me to be his heart?
And do not say, ‘She is only a stone, how do you make your heart?’ I’m sorry.
“The strength of the woman, the miracle of the creation, will awaken, even if he sleeps, and the heavens will walk down the clouds, and he waved, and the soldiers around him will leave a path, The soldiers of heaven are puppets, born of the emperor, without pain or joy.
And he walked and said, “Do you not take your friend very seriously?” If you want to be my heart, I can let them go.”
What makes him think I’m a very important friend? Who told him that?
“I’m afraid it’s not up to me. I’m sorry.
“That…”
All of a sudden, the nine reals blinked, and I cast a blood shield and cried out, “Ein!” I’m sorry.
And every drop of my blood fell upon the threads of the nine trues, while the heaven did not perceive it, absorbing the strength of the spirit, and growing it to the best of its ability, and broke the course of the formation.
Just as seeds in stone stitches appear to be weak, but they have the resilience to break rock.
Long invisibility, even more so than others, came out faster, and when I called out his name, he opened his eyes.
The Emperor’s face changed slightly, reaching out to me and being held back by my blood shield. I threw the blood shield and ran. I’m sorry.
The shadow of Invisible passed by me, and ran towards the emperor, and there was no shadow.
And it was only a moment when the Emperor of heaven was raised up, and he rose into a cloud that could not be seen, and he followed.
The soldiers of heaven have come towards us, like a tide of tides, and they will be dealt with by not alone and small dragons.
I went back to the ground and stormed into the chamber of silence, which became a pile of broken walls after the Long Inn broke the lock.
I looked everywhere and found the secret in the hands of the statue of Hong Meng, and I was excited to say, “I found it!” I’m sorry.
It’s a key. It opens up, and it’s closed.
And I began to hold my breath, and I drew a small amount of power from the veins, which was damaged and overexploded, and now every output of the filament is sore as to tear a heart to pieces, as if it were a rough stone strangling on a flesh wound.
The cold sweat fell from my forehead, but it was good that the holes were brightening, and then it was closed in a little bit.
All of a sudden, I heard someone call me after me, “Clean.” I’m sorry.
I wasn’t eulogy, but I was called like this for centuries, and I returned unconsciously and saw a familiar face: “You…”
The smile on the face didn’t spread in time, and I sensed some kind of cold air coming in, so I was subconscious.
The sound of a sharp instrument piercing flesh.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
