What would you do if you were a double?

What would you do if you were a double?

“My Sister Licking Dogs in the Fairy.”

And when it entered into my chest, We came to a great admonition. I don’t want to cry when I don’t know, but it hurts so bad that I want to pull it out with my hand, but I know it’s just a delusion.

In front of him is a handsome and faceless face. His ink beams, his eyes like a wave, his lips as cherry red, and his red coat as fire, and the whole man as clear as a dew. Clean and clean face, clean and clean red, only his hands, and blood. That’s my blood.

It’s really cold on the ground, and the cactus went deep into my heart.

And next to it are two equally rich fairies. Both of them are white, but one face is cold, one face is cold, one face is beautiful.

He looked at me and looked at him in red, and he whispered, saying, “Tokum, let’s go quickly…”

And the fair-faced fair-faced fair-seeming king heard it, and wrinkled his frown, and looked at those who were with him, and said, “Your heart is soft. I’m sorry.

She said, “Yonghua, she’s been our little sister for 300 years. I’m sorry.

“If it wasn’t for Lotus, would she be? “Jonghua looks at me, and he seems to have crossed something in his eyes, and he says, “It’s hard to find this heart that is so close to the luminous heart that it can’t be tolerated. Dongjun, be careful with this heart. I’m sorry.

I’ve never heard that name before. But occasionally, I hear a couple of fairies whispering about this fairy. And in the sanctuary of the wonderland, which I had accidentally entered, there was a bed of precious fairy elves in which there was a lunar white lotus. That unwitting break-in also led to the first rage of my very gentle teacher, the Lord of San. Yeah, well, I should have realized by then that that lotus flower, which is so close to my own body, would push me back into the abyss in the future.

I’m not a naive and simple fairy, ever since I’ve been conscious, I’ve been crawling around the most dangerous abyss in the three worlds for the sake of good and strength. I’ve killed demons, I’ve had blood on my hands, and I’ve never been like the “sweet, Zhong Ling-show” of my handmaiden. But even so, my heart was never so hot when Essan fell from the sky, and the white garments were like moons and eyebrows, and the ashes that sought to kill me were in the air.

He will remove my wound with the power of God, wipe the blood from my face with the hands of those long and long, and will say with a soft voice which I have never heard, “I will protect you from this, and you will no longer have to be afraid.” I’m sorry.

“Before you call me Master.” I’m sorry.

That sentence, which has been the voice of countless nightmares, has enabled me to breathe.

Later, I became a little student of the god-in-law, who was envied by the people of the fair world, and an envious man of the two powerful brothers of the fair.

Then I found an abandoned baby when I went down, and I named him a immortal, and raised him with my own hands. This young man lived up to my expectations and became a fairy in his 200th year of age, born a fairy bone, with a remarkable quality.

But in the old days, when it was a living life, he was not an abandoned infant, but an Easter who had taken the throne of God since his birth.

I’m jealous. Not only do I look like Lian, but even my face is 70%, but perhaps I was lucky and envious when I was chosen for this name.

So today, when Lotus is about to become a human being and return to her throne, it’s time for me, the double, to sacrifice for her perfection.

My most trusted teacher has sealed the way down, and my two brothers have themselves chased me, and I have been raised by young men myself with a fairy knife in my chest.

For Lotus.

My heart, it’s finally getting out of my body.

The fairies will not die, except as my heart departs, all my strength and all my feelings will be turned into nothing. And this will be given to the luminous, to make her newer, to make her more refined, and to enable her to remember the past and to remember the past, with these strong emotional impulses. So it should be a great gift to me for them to think that I’m just a man without more than 400 years of work, without a normal emotion and living.

But my pain was not reduced by half after the heart left. I’ve worked hard for over 400 years, and I’ve travelled through all the love and hate that has arisen in this world… What makes me sacrifice for a lot of good and perfect for her again?

So I ran out of cactus, I ran out of all the killers I hid.

My feelings are still there. This is the last thing I have left. In that heart, there’s nothing but my 400 years of repair. I lay on the ground, feeling empty heart positions, trying to pull out a smile. And certainly, as I am now, when these gods and fairies see the luxuries that have become humans without the memories of old.

The good Red King didn’t examine the living heart, and the surprise I gave them would certainly not be released at this time, though for no reason, but it would be better.

He gave the heart to my elder brother, Qianjin Hua, who looked down at me and showed me a smile. He carried it with him and said to me, “It is your blessing that your heart will give the lurch.” I’m sorry.

The hymns next to the palace were in the air, and when I saw them, it seemed like I was thinking of the luminous hymns that were finally going to be formed, and the smile was luminous: “The hymns are coming back, she is a very gentle, very kind woman, so don’t blame us.” From now on, we’ll get along with each other, even though you’re a rebel and a teacher is unhappy, but as long as you’re good, I’ll say something nice for you. I’m sorry.

Having said that, he left without returning to his head and with a very anxious face.

So there was only one god.

And in my blurry sight, the Lord of the Red One bends down, as if he were looking at me, and I only find it disgusting, and I try to keep my eyes open so that that he may see clearly that which is so intense in my eyes.

Dongjun saw it too. So on the face of that face, with no face, he looked down, and when he raised it, it was dark and dark, and he reached out his finger, as if he wanted to touch my eye, and I did not hide, but looked at him in silence.

Dongjun’s finger slowly touched my eye and his finger was cold. As if he were groaning, he whispered: “Sister, why are you running away?” I’m sorry.

I can’t say anything, and now I’m an emptinessless fairy, weak, and a new-born demon.

“Sister, don’t look at me like that. I don’t like it. “Seeing me like this, Dong-jun was silent for a moment and turned his hand over my eyes.

So the pain of the drill rose again, but I had no heart.

– My eyes are gone.

On the day when I made it to the bottom of the fairies, I found a long life to be abandoned.

That’s what was born to be a god.

But I didn’t know that. And so my heart rose to pity, and I wasn’t really a kind and kind man, but perhaps my guard had faded over the centuries, and I stomped. When the baby’s cheeks were covered in his hands, he held my hand in tears, soft.

I’ve decided to take this child to the Fairy World.

And after I went to the fairy world, I found out that the abandoned baby had a natural fairy bone. And when I spoke to the second brother, the Queen of the Queens, his eyes were complex, and he looked at the baby in my arms, and he laughed, and said, “We are envious; this is a good seed of a natural fairybones. I’m sorry.

I didn’t get it until they chased me to death, my blood fell from my cheeks and my white shirt. There is no “show-and-take” and there is no “breed-in-the-bones” in order to get close to me, near the “Lian’s double” that is in the heart of Dong-jun, and the little god who is tall enough to come back to life and become an abandoned baby.

So everything happens, everything goes side by side, and it’s all fake, and it’s all made up for me by this tall little god.

Then the elder brother, Junh Hwa Xianjun, did not like the immortal King, and he used to rejoice at me like he was jealous, and when he grew up one day, he didn’t look good, but he never made a living like a concubine. He was, I suppose, the true identity of the immortal.

I remember the first time I stood up, the first time I walked. The first thing he said was “sister.”

Think how happy I was.

My memory from childhood is a deep, dangerous abyss. So when I found him alive, all I wanted was for him to grow up in a clean and secure environment, and We named him for a long life, with as much care as I had in him, and as much scorn and sorrow as I had been dazzled.

And when you find me, find me, take me to the fair world, and guide me to the fair and fair, the displeasure towards immortality becomes even more evident.

What he doesn’t like now is not the eternal intimacy of “enoughness” but the affection of Dong-jun towards “Lian”.

Jassan.

I liked him.

And the Lord of the Darkness, who shined as light, pulled me up with one hand, and was gentle and kind.

How come I never liked him?

I was taken to a place by Dong-jun, and he held me in chains that he could not earn, and came to me several times a day, but when he came he did not speak, and I knew only that he stood before me in silence.

In the end, he seemed like he couldn’t resist, and his breath, like the wind, surrounded me, and his voice was low: “Sister, why don’t you say something? I’m sorry.

My hands are held in chains and in the dark, I do not speak as usual.

I don’t know what to say. My heart, my eyes, have been taken by him. I do not know what good Dong-jun has put me in here, or for him, or for the “Linquent.”

“Sister, your heart has done a bad thing even if it has left. “You didn’t have to do it, did you? I’m sorry.

I laughed, and that’s the easiest thing for me now.

“No memory, good thing. I’m sorry.

This is the first sentence I have said in a few days.

Dark environments, in exchange for long silence. If I had not known the breath of Dong-jun, and knew that he was still before me, it would be as if I were alone in the silence.

And when, for some time, no sound was heard, and the cold finger touched my cheek, I shrunk back. But the master of those hands did not allow me to do so, and once again his voice was ringing in my ear, so close, and the breath was on my earlids, and I felt sick.

“Sister, I’ll take your memory, okay? I’m sorry.

I can’t answer that. He seems to have something on his hands, and then he squeezes my mouth and wants to shove something like that in it.

When the pill touched my lips, I knew what it was.

And the munge of the Yellow Springs and the moors of the abyss.

Indeed, both can be forgotten.

I did not resist, but I swallowed the pill with obedience.

As if the voice of Dong-jun was shaking on my lips because of my submissiveness: “Why do you swallow?” I’m sorry.

And I laughed, saying, “God, as you wish.” I’m sorry.

“Sister, how can you swallow? “Toung’s finger squeezed my throat and shouted, “Sister, spit it out, sister…”

“Sister, how can you forget me? Sister? I’m sorry.

“The immortal will be afraid, sister, will you spit it out? I’m sorry.

Sister…

He even used cactus.

But it’s no use.

Concealed, as though We heard the familiar voice, tender and cold.

“Toung Jun, what did you feed my envy? I’m sorry.

However, with this drug, I have been unable to hear the next sound, and in the middle of it I feel like I’m back when Dong-jun first stood up and fell, and he struggled to rise up, and then he threw his tears in my arms and said to me, sister, to live in fear.

And it was as if he had seen him for the first time in his white clothes, without dust, reaching out to me in the dark, saying, “You don’t have to be afraid when I’m there for you.”

I woke up with a powerful cactus.

It’s very comfortable power, gentle, constant.

With this power, I opened my eyes a little, but I found it still dark, I moved my fingers and found myself locked in chains. The chains are cold, and I can feel that they are so powerful that I can’t break them.

And at that point, the force that passed into my body stopped.

There seems to be some confusion.

“Who?” I opened my mouth, made a hard sound, and it was dumb.

Nobody answered me. But it is clear to me that the breath of the man before me, like his strength, is as gentle as water, but not close to humanity.

So I looked up, and I said again, “Who are you? I’m sorry.

When the voice fell, the breath disappeared.

— At a rate close to falling apart.

He doesn’t know why he’s running away, even if there’s something. It was not until he left the temple of Dong-goon that he found his finger shivering.

He stood in silence in front of the temple of Dong-goon, and looked far away, as if he had hidden his eyebrow in the fog, as if it were white. And it seems that nothing can be seen in those pale eyes, and in the eyes of all the people of the fair world, as one of the three gods, the Lord of San can never be so tall.

But the eight red threads appeared in the hair of the Lord of San. It’s a thread wrapped in his hair, like a thousand red stars in the night.

So he stood in front of the temple of Dong-goon without saying a word. And none of the fairies who traveled with him dared to look him in the eye, but they went far away, and left in haste.

It seems to be a solid atmosphere until the sound of a beautiful voice…

“Having San. I’m sorry.

The eyes of a woman as though she had seen all things with tenderness, and as if she had a white dress of the purest moon as if it were the most holy flower, walking gently, and with a veil of hidden clouds. All of this is certainly beautiful, but it goes beyond beauty, or the fragrance of her body.

When I saw this man, the Lord of San was wrinkled, not only by the swirling, but also by the smile of his face: “Lian, what brings you here?” I’m sorry.

Lian Qian smiled at him, and she tweaked her lips and said, “Founding with the Queen of Juaquin and the Miyagi Qian Qian Qin … I thought it would be good to come and walk. I’m sorry.

Around them are fairies with all kinds of cactus, and they look at each other as if they have taken a distance and whispered.

“Is that Qianjun Liang Zhenjun? I’m sorry.

“Yes, of course. You’ve seen the one who smiled like that? I’m sorry.

“That, that jealous fairy…

“How dare you mention her? Did you forget that day? I’m sorry.

A couple of fairies whispered and left in a hurry.

Perhaps he’s the one who’s just arrived, and he’s heard these conversations clearly.

Liang’s face was confused and, in fact, it was not the first time she had heard the name “envious” and she had heard it by accident when Jun-hyun and Miyagi were fighting. His Highness Dongjun, who was always haunting her, sometimes unwittingly spelled the name.

Who is she?

Lian Qian felt a bit confused and wanted to raise her head and ask the Lord of San, but in that moment she knew that he knew him.

As soon as he looked up, Liang was watching her.

But not looking at her.

It’s through her, looking at someone else.

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“Sorry, I’m thinking about something that’s going on in the world.” You’ve only just been made the Fairy King. We’ll go back. I’m sorry.

It seems that the Hand of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord, who raised his hand, was very skilled in rubbing the head of the land of the land of the land, and after doing this, his shallow smile suddenly stagnates and realizes what he has done, the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Land has put his hands down: “Sorry for the land of the land. I’m sorry.

“It’s nothing, it was before you did it to me often.” I’m sorry.

It is said that the Lord of San is silent, and he looks at the lumber and moves his finger, and later says, “Yes. I’m sorry.

Lotus isn’t jealous. She’s gentle, kind and sweeter than her.

And she did not have eyes that seemed gentle but hidden.

After an unknown period of darkness and silence, a man’s footsteps were sounded in front of me.

Unlike the gentle power of waking up, the man’s breath is hot and hot, like fire and sun.

It’s fragrance around me.

The breath masters hold me tight and hold me tight, as if I were going to press into his body, and I almost couldn’t breathe.

And then, in this silence, I heard a young man’s voice:

“Sister, he was here, wasn’t he? I’m sorry.

And I did not have time to speak, and he said to me, “Son, you smell of him, and I do not like him.” I’m sorry.

The sound of nagging keeps ringing in my ear, like it’s been a long time without talking, and it’s all coming out.

“Sister, you fainted that day and were terrified of life. I’m sorry.

“He dared to come. And here it comes, it’s a little low-pressure, with a lot of resentment and patience.

Jassan? I went over my head, and this man’s breath was sprayed in my ear, and I was so impatient that I opened my mouth and I repeated the name: “Ah-Sun? I’m sorry.

The man’s movement is frozen.

I feel like I’ve said something I shouldn’t have mentioned. I can’t help but wrinkle.

In the next second, a powerful cactus entangled around, and its heat and heat soared the temperature around it so much higher, as it was in a fireplace, and that was not only the extreme force, but I was pushed all over the wall behind me.

It’s a stone-like wall, which makes my spine cool. I’m held tight and I can’t move. I’ve been held in chains by my hands already on the wall. The man’s fingers have been squeezed by my wrist, and the heat of my breath has almost reached me.

I wrinkled and cold: “Let go. I’m sorry.

I can feel the way he’s looking up and down at me right now, and I’m over my head, and he’s strangling my throat, and his voice is as strong as “sister…”

“Stabbing…”

Almost didn’t think of it.

When I was strangled by him, he suddenly loosed his hand, but at the same time my clothes were torn apart.

And his cold fingers rubbed the skin out of my skin, for a moment.

The closer I get to the hotthing, the more I can feel the sweat on my neck.

And the soft black hair touched my cheek, and he almost buried the whole man in my arms, and the lips of his lips began to boil, and he gently cut my neck and my shoulders.

In this extreme anger and disgust, I only think that I am shaking, and I almost cry out uncontrollably.

“Who are you and why are you doing this to me? I’m sorry.

That man’s lips, stop on my shoulder.

“Sister, what are you talking about?” I’m sorry.

“You called my sister, but you did what you did.” I felt his movements stopped, and I laughed, “And I’m all alone. Who are you?” I’m sorry.

Silence.

When he talks again, his voice trembles: “Sister, you’re lying to me, aren’t you? * I heard him standing up, he was walking around, his breath was * and his voice was * Mong-Bun soup and saliva, how could…

And he came and shuddered and hugged me: “Isn’t it true that you are lying to me? How can you forget life? I’m sorry.

I’m cold. “Mung-bun soup and rousing grass? I grew up in the swamp of the abyss. How does this work for me? I didn’t think that I’d wake up for a little while… and then I had a big laugh, “I lost my heart, my eyes were blind, and this little fairy bone came from somewhere.” Who the hell are you? Put me here. What are your plans? I’m sorry.

“The swamp of the abyss…” He held my hand not loose, and said, “Did you forget about it for more than 300 years? I’m sorry.

His voice was gradually rejoicing: “I forgot, I forgot” but soon began to weep for some reason and pain: “But why, why did the first person you wake up to be him?” Why did you just forget? What about me? Sister, what should I do? How can you forget life? I’m sorry.

“I don’t know you. I’m sorry.

“It’s all right, sister, it’s all right.” Sister, I was raised by you. We’re the closest people in the world. I’m sorry.

I had my lips covered, and I laughed, “How can I raise them?” Listen to you. You’re a god, you’re a fairy. I’m just the most common lotus demon in the world. How can I raise you? And…

I looked down, “Look at” the torn-up clothes, and laughed at the sound:

“What brother would do such a thing to her sister?” I’m sorry.

As soon as the voice came down, I noticed that the god was standing stiff.

He stood up, as if nothing had happened, and said to me, “Sister, I’m sorry, it’s a mistake.” I’m sorry.

“It is too urgent to live forever.” Long live afraid of her being hurt by that man. He whispered softly, “Sister, I cherish her.” I’m sorry.

“What are you talking about?” I’m sorry.

“Sister, you don’t know it. Your heart, it’s taken out by Jian Sang. Your eyes, too. He locked you in here, locked your hands and feet in chains. “The young lord has a sad tone, and in this little space, in the darkness, his voice, like the whisper of the devil, “Sister, it’s hard to find you. You don’t know how scared I was that you would leave me. But I didn’t think that Jai-san had given you Meng-Bun soup and herbs, and I used my power but it didn’t work out. I’m sorry.

“Are you saying that the man who passed the cactus to me is Jai Sang? And I was silent for a moment and I said, “Why should I believe you when you say this?” I’m sorry.

“I knew my sister would suspect me. “It’s okay, sister, I’ll take my heart and eyes back for you.” “He said that he came here and suddenly coughed, and my hands were splattered with liquids,

It should be blood.

I felt this slimy liquid, and I wrinkled, “What’s wrong with you?” I’m sorry.

And I heard his sound, “It’s all right, sister, just a little blood.” That day he chased you, and I took a few wounds while I was protecting you, but that’s all right. I’m sorry.

“…”and I came out gently, “So can you tell me what it is to be with him? Why would he take my heart, take my eyes, and keep me here? I’m sorry.

“Son-sun is your teacher.” But he did not treat you well, and at first he gave you careful guidance, but when you were promoted to the Qiang, not only did Jassan, but also your two former seniors… thought that you were nothing but a flower demon, but that you were so talented. So they came together to do this. I’m sorry.

He bends down, his fingers gently, and the clothes that were torn apart by him are intact. Then Dong Zhu kept it together, and later said, “Do not worry, sister, that you will be protected for ever.” I’m sorry.

At this point, a voice sounded softly, and it seemed to be coming from some kind of speaker.

“God, are you busy?”

A gentle, gentle voice of a woman.

Dong-goon has consciously looked across his eyes.

I heard it, too, and I warned him, “It seems that someone is looking for you. I’m sorry.

“Sorry sister, there are things I have to deal with. But don’t worry, I’ll sneak up on you. ‘This young lord, who was in a state of panic, removed his hand from my united collar and then smiled.’

I feel that the breath that belongs to this god is slowly disappearing in this space.

It’s getting colder again.

I closed my eyes and moved the wrists held by chains, and I laughed.

In the small fragrance of the fragrance, the leaves sway with the wind, and the centre is a lake, swaying in silence.

And the women in the lake’s heart and the two handsome fairies were supposed to be happy scenes. It is only at this moment that the light of two different colours continues to glisten in this space, where the shadows continue to travel and weave, and almost every time they collide, the leaves fall and even the sky changes.

“Jonghua, why do you have to take over Liang? Don’t you think you’re too much? I’m sorry.

“…the Miyagi, as I said, you can’t sneak up to Lin’s. Don’t you listen to me? I’m sorry.

“What the hell is wrong with you? I’m sorry.

This is not the first time that Yunghua and the Miyagi have fought, and such quarrels and fights have taken place almost every day since Lotus woke up.

And she stood beneath her face with her white luminous luminous face wrinkled, and she wrinkled: “Face, palace, stop fighting.” I’m sorry.

And this is the moment when a radiant radiant luminous light slams into the sky between these two fighting fairies.

“Stop when you’ve had enough. I’m sorry.

It’s not far, it’s not far, it’s ink, it’s ink, it’s over, it’s over, it’s over. except that the eye was as cold as a bamboo, and as young as a child, but it was a mighty weight.

When he saw this young man, he frowned and shied away from a magic trick called “Jonghua, Dong-jun is here, how dare you fight?” I’m sorry.

“How can I be a little fairy when I come?” “It was only Dong who came in haste, I wonder, from where? I’m sorry.

He knows the place where to go after that.

Lian Qi has just come to them and heard the phrase “Jonghua” frowning, trying to say something.

“Pop…”

Only one sound was heard, and the whole body of the fragrance was smouldered, and fell upon a lake not far away.

It’s a quiet, watery, wet shirt. He slowly looked at the god of the negative hand.

When Dong-jun looked at him without an expression, he smiled: “What are you?” I’m sorry.

More than 200 years ago, the young pupil under the throne of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord, envied by the fact that it took only 100 years to become a fairy.

On the day when he was made fair, he stood envious, with the simplest moon white skirt, surrounded by radiant light, and filled with glamours and pagans.

For a moment, Yunghua almost thought that he was standing in front of him after hundreds of years of lumber.

But Yunghua reacted soon.

In an envious eye, you’ll always look at others with a little bit of vigilance, and look at the face of Liang, which is supposed to be soft and gentle, but it’s like ice water that’s immersed. Unlike Lotus, envy doesn’t often laugh, but one thing is similar.

It is in her heart that Yunghua, when she looks at a woman in her white dress, sees the light smiles of the god-in-law when she slowly comes.

“Smoke in front of Jassan. “The face of Yunghua is cold, he closes his eyes, he looks at the radiant radiance of the sun, and he looks at the direction of the sanctuary of the fairies, and he smiles, “It’s all right, since the envious has become a fairy, it’s not far from the hyena. I’m sorry.

In front of him, the euphoria of the moon and white skirt came to him, groaning towards him and the palace, and a little bit of his head was nobbed: “The Queen of China, the Queen of the Palace.” I’m sorry.

And there was an undisguised excavation of the palace, and he almost turned around with envy: “As long as he was envious, his brother said, ‘You can’t.'” I’m sorry.

“Thank you for your guidance. I’m sorry.

Seeing this, Juna endured the violence in his heart, and he softly looked at his eyebrow and whispered, “What do you want to do now that you have become a fairy?” If there’s anything you like, anything you want, you’ll find it. I’m sorry.

“Let’s continue to refine, but maybe I’ll go down.” It’s kind of boring. Speaking here, she shakes her head: “The old brother has given me enough to be ashamed of. I’m sorry.

“How come you’re my favorite little teacher.” I’m sorry.

The loveliest teacher’s double, the lead. “Well, why don’t I come down with you?” I’m sorry.

The palace next to him was dissatisfied and he touched his enviable hand, and turned and laughed, saying, “Yonghua has recently been busy with the government in the East Sea. Can I go with you? I’ve been down there a lot, and I know a lot of fun and delicious places. I’m sorry.

As a descendant of the East Hailong, and under the gates of one of the three gods, the Lord of the Lord of the San, the future is limitless, so the Emperor of the Sun recently assigned him to the affairs of the East Sea.

Jung-hwa looked down at her hand.

“No need, Brother. I’ll go alone. I’m sorry.

As she was saying, she stood by her side, and the man leaned in her direction, and his voice was like “You’re jealous, you’ve just been reformed as a fairy, you’re not sure, and I’ll make it up for you and you’ll go down again.” I’m sorry.

Those who speak are their teachers who help San.

“I know, Master. I’m sorry.

Yung-hwa looks at this lovely scene and smiles.

I envied myself to go back to the fairy world and brought with me a baby that Yunghua didn’t think of.

As he approached the baby, he sought to do it in secret, but felt a familiar power.

Hot, hot. It’s like a warning.

It’s Dongjun.

Yunghua closed his hand and looked at the hymn, which was clearly already recognized.

“My brother, I met him in the lower world, and I felt something, and I brought it. He’s still so young I call him the Elder. What do you think? I’m sorry.

The face of Juna’s head was as good as it was when he took a look at the baby with his eyes closed in his envious eyes, with the same smile: “Did you not see his talent? He was born a fairy bone. I’m sorry.

“We are envious, and this is a good seed of a natural fairybones.” I’m sorry.

She looked down and touched the cheeks of the baby, and said, “I don’t care. It would be good for him if he were to be promoted. If not, it’s fine. And I hope that he will be able to cherish it, and that it will be lightened. I’m sorry.

So, for the next 200 years, Yunghua watched the baby grow up.

Perhaps because of the forced return of Dong-goon, the great powers of the god hiding in his small body made him ill and ill as a child. Often there are several days and nights when he sees “live” in the medicine house, or when he stands in a lake pavilion in a small fragrance, where the light of fire makes him sick and happy.

The memory of Dongjun was not restored until after he had been restored.

“Congratulations to you for life.” I’m sorry.

He saw with his own eyes that the young man, who had been as clear as a bamboo, had suddenly changed his side, that his lips had dropped at that point, and that he had been holding the hands of his predecessor a few points tighter.

“Thank you… sister. I’m sorry.

I’m just watching.

And soon after that, there was a shaking in the fairies, and he ran with joy, and saw the lunar bouquet in the pool,

Lotus is coming back.

In silence, he looked at the young gods who were not far behind him.

When he was in the pool full of fragrance, he started to laugh and made a big gift, and his voice was calm: “Tokum, for God’s sake, was a moment of silence. I’m sorry.

The young lord in red looked at him faceless.

The atmosphere was tense.

Standing next to the palace was like watching a play, he said nothing and watched.

Or did Liang look at the wet face and look at Dong-jun with no face? “Tung Jun, you don’t mean to offend you. I’m sorry.

When she opened her mouth, Dong-jun’s face came a little softer, and his eyelids got softer, and he smiled at her: “When she opened her mouth, I wouldn’t be angry.” But he smiled and said, “Some people still want to know who they are. I’m sorry.

As one of the three gods, Dongjun has the right to say that as well.

And when he smiled, and didn’t use the magic to dry his clothes, he was still wet, and he lifted his feet across the lake and stood up and said, “It’s the gods who say it.” I’m sorry.

In this context, Liang was still a little worried, and when she had just wanted to say something, she suddenly felt dizzy and opened her mouth and suddenly lost her eyes.

Dong-jun, who was standing next to him, was busy picking up Lian-Chu, and Jun-Chu just came in, when he saw Dong-Chung hugging the Long-Chu and taking back his hand.

“What’s wrong with Liang? Why did you suddenly faint? I’m sorry.

“I sent her back to the temple, and she said, ‘You go to the pharmacist house.’ I’m sorry.

The vigil is the residence of the god-in-law of San, where all the hymns who need rest and recuperation for these days live.

I’ve waited for the palace to answer, and Dong-jun’s body has disappeared.

There’s not much to say about Juna next door. The Miyagi longed for breath and was busy at the pharmacy.

Inside the temple.

“This is not her power, is it? It’s close, but it’s not hers. I’m sorry.

Dongjun was silently looking at the lush in the bed and didn’t speak. “So what? Quickie, you’re clear. I’m sorry.

“Lian Qianxian is by its very nature a Lotus flower, whose seed is also called Lotus Heart. After the phantom form, the flower leaves become the limbs of the body, the most important of which is the heart, the second of which is the eyes, the remaining of which form different organs, and the last of which is the instrument of destiny. But it was by the gods and all of you who had taken the same lush heart from where it came from that he could become a fairy again. “The Qing Dynasty didn’t get scared, he touched the non-existent beard and kept saying, “I don’t know where to get it… “But the heart is not of its own, but it is ostracized by the other. I’m sorry.

Speaking of which, outside the house, he came to help the God of San, who was in charge of the government, and whose feelings had changed at the moment when he had left it on the floor of Lin, and came to me in a hurry when he had heard the words of Qing Zhui Zhenjun, when his frowning eyebrow was frozen.

“Having San. “The three fairies came in to help the god of San.

He looked at the bitter lumber of the bed and turned his head and said, “Well, what do you say when you say that?” I’m sorry.

“How can the old man, who is not a Lotus flower, persuade her and her?” “And when the Qinghu took his hand back and stood up, he shook his head and said, ‘Alas, I don’t know why, as soon as he stepped into this temple, he felt uncomfortable and disgusted and couldn’t take it any longer. I’m sorry.

He said, when he looked at Dong-jun, who was silent, and laughed, “Go back to old age and read the script, and there’s a phrase in it, what’s the name of it … It’s amazing, ridiculous and interesting to have a white eye. I’m sorry.

Waiting for others to speak, the Qinghui took a bow and took a box and turned away.

The face of Dong Jun, who had no face at all, was even more grim at this time, and he knew that the Qinghui was pointing at him.

When he was a child, he was often ill, and his sister took him to the pharmacy, where he was also known for his life.

It is natural to know, but somehow he feels very comfortable listening to Qinghu’s words.

And I was thinking about Liang’s face, holding his fist and looking at Dongjun’s way: “Toungjun, you heard that.” Since there’s not enough of a lot of money in her body…

“You want to be envious of him?” I’m sorry.

“How can I take her lotions again? @Assan: #Sunsang is almost out of his mouth. He seems to have reacted to what he’s saying, holding on to the difference in his heart, the slow path, “Yonghua, envy is also your sister.” I’m sorry.

Jonghua looked at this teacher and laughed in his heart. He turned only towards the silent King of the East and said, “Toung, I know you have taken an envious eye.” Two lotions. I’m sorry.

Miyagi had no knowledge of the matter and heard Yunghua say that it was a shock to think of what she had just said when she left.

Tojun took out his envious eyes, but did not want to see the disgust in them, and he did not intend to turn them to others. He looked down and looked down at Lian, who was in pain, unconscious and sweated down from her forehead.

It’s like seeing a sister that day.

Dong-jun closed his eyes, but at this moment, the hyena came in front of him when he was at war. The image of envy and the image of the luminous lumbers, and Dong-jun’s heart fell and fell, and he felt only his throat, spitting blood in public.

“The Lord of God…” The palace came up to hold him.

Nor did he wrinkle, but he went on to say, “Tokum, with all due respect, when Lin stood up for you, and died for nine years.” Did you just forget?”

His voice is cold, cold and stingy.

He looked at Yunghua and said, “Shut up. I’m sorry.

After all, he is the master of Yunghua, who can only speak no more and whose heart is displeasure, and who is obsessed with the hymens.

Dong-goon stood up to himself, and he took a dim look at his mouth’s blood. And raised above the palms of his hand, two beads like ink.

A moment of radiance and warm flow.

The words “You want to do it” are not finished, and he was taken to the ground by a powerful god.

In the dust, silence.

He wanted to say something. He looked at the beads, remembering the beautiful, flowing, but gruesome eyes, and remembering that when he was quiet and saw him, he would start a smirk-smirk and a pain in his heart.

This pain has been with him for over 200 years.

Even he doesn’t know why it hurts. He was one of the supreme three gods, and almost no one in the world could ever hurt him again.

“This is the last time. I’m sorry.

In this silence, the voice of the young gods is dim.

It was used to the dark.

For some reason, my body, or from the depths of my soul, began to spread all over my body.

I wanted to cover the pain with my hands, but my hands were tied tight.

In this silence, my sweat continues to flow, and I can only imagine a wolf, but I have lost sight of it, and I want to be in pain, and some of the power that remains in my body continues to wander and soon disappear.

What’s gone?

I wanted to open my eyes, but it was still dark.

And the cold sound of the chain.

In this sudden pain, I know my eyes may not come back.

The sweat of the horn drops on my lips.

Very bitter.

And when the heat came before me, this god, who claimed to be the immortal, remained silent for a long time.

And then I felt his hand coming out.

I was unconsciously overstepping, but just this little move, it gave me a couple of breaths.

“Sister, I just want to wipe your sweat. His voice sounded softly at this time.

I was silent and opened my mouth: “You said that you would help me take back my heart and my eyes.” I’m sorry.

Longevity doesn’t speak. He seemed to be bending down and swirling my face with one of his pails.

And he said: Sister, will you leave the immortality? I’m sorry.

It’s not like he’s asking me, but he’s asking himself.

“How can I leave you like this? I laughed, “You said I raised you, right? I’m sorry.

The voices of immortality ring in this space: “Yes. Sister, for over 200 years. I’m sorry.

And I smiled, and the hand held by the chain waved in his direction: “Come here.” I’m sorry.

Half a mile, step closer.

I reached out my hand, followed the direction of the sound, and touched a warm face.

His lips shiver a little, his voice is.

Sister…

Two syllables have long been vague.

A drop of liquid fell on my back.

It’s tears.

I suddenly approached him, pulled my lip, tried to make a smile and failed.

And We whispered before the immortal face, near to his lips: “How can you love the sister who raised you?” I’m sorry.

“Longlife, you won’t be sorry for having raised your sister for over 200 years, will you? I’m sorry.

“…” hearing this, the long-lived body shivered sharply and then almost took a step back.

Where I can’t see it, Dongjun touched the blood of his mouth with his finger, he looked down at the blood on his long fingers and turned his hands and looked at his eyes.

The day Dong-jun remembered the envious day, it was as if her blood had stained his finger.

He trembled and covered his eyes so that the tears could not come out.

From the heart, there was something, like thunderjacking, vibrating and beating, and the position pushed into his sour throat.

But he can’t let his sister leave him, he can’t, he can’t lose her.

He won’t let her like others.

But he didn’t want his sister to hate him.

In the long silence of this space, I shake the chain of my hands: ‘You say, ‘It is the one who has imprisoned me here.’ And now, my heart is gone, my eyes are gone and I’m laughing, “Well, I think I’m going to use my eyes, too, so what’s wrong with me?” Tell him to let me out for a while. I’m alone here, I don’t like it. I’m sorry.

He did not answer, but took a few steps here and then touched the cold chain with his finger and my hand held by it.

My hand moved a little, and gently held the finger.

When I felt the shaking of that finger, I said again softly, “How about a long life?” I’m sorry.

“I’ve taken care of you for 200 years, long life. You won’t let your sister down, will you? I’m sorry.

And in the hot air, I hear the voice of the young dumb.

“Good. I’m sorry.

After that day, perhaps he was born and told the man, “I don’t have to be chained.”

And I seem to have been switched to another space, like a place to sleep, with the right temperature and soft bedding. Just step on the ground and it’s still cold.

My body is really bad. With the loss of the eyes and hearts of the three most important of all, I can see that the body of today is shattering like a dead leaf.

Every night, when I close my eyes and rest, I notice a hot breath.

And the breath is near.

And then there will be a look at my face again and again with greed.

I know it’s immortal.

In fact, after the day I woke up, I no longer felt the breath of anyone else except the one who was said to have been my former teacher’s son and a long life.

Longevity doesn’t seem to want me out. He’s stuck to me. Occasionally, at my request, he will accompany me out of the house, even though I do not know where I am going, but being able to go out has given me a little relief from my exhausted body.

On that day, I leaned on the rails, and the immortal was standing beside me, handing me something like bait.

Do you remember? When I was a kid, I used to throw these things to fish in the pool, and you said it was called bait. He held my hand and put the bait in my hand.

I took my hand back, grabbed a little bait with my finger, felt the roughness, and I said, “Sorry, I don’t remember.” I’m sorry.

“…” was silent for a while, and it was like a smile. “It’s all right, sister. I’m sorry.

I got nowhere to go, and I turned around and threw the bait in the pool.

A slight twirl, a slight water sound.

And he stood still beside him, as though he had strangled my five officers in a single sting.

At this point, the same voice came to life:

“The Lord of God, it’s me, Lotus. If you hear this, would you please come see me? I’m sorry.

Lotus.

I picked the frown.

I haven’t been waiting for a lifetime to speak, and it’s ringing again: “He said I woke up this time thanks to the gods…”

This sentence was not finished, and it was cut off by life.

“It sounds familiar. “I threw the bait on my hands and laughed and said, “Lynn.” Good name. I’m sorry.

The eternal life seems to be a bit of a smile: “Sister, a man of old age, let’s go back.” I’m sorry.

And I was laden with rough bait, and I said, “Go ahead, I will be here for a while.” I’m sorry.

“But sister…” There’s a panic in the voice of immortality.

“If you don’t feel comfortable, it’s just a matter of breaking the border. I’m sorry.

And the eternal life was silent, and he said: Sister, I think not. I did not reply, but he said softly: “The sister, I will go first and you will be here and do not wander away.” I’m sorry.

As soon as he disappeared, I felt the end of the line.

I smiled, so I threw all the bait in the pool.

“Wow.”

Very quiet.

Where the wind comes from, I close my eyes a little, but I feel like I’m falling.

I moved my eyes, and the thing fell on my nostrils.

I reached out and touched it gently at the tip of my nose.

Looks like a butterfly.

And this butterfly is not afraid of My touch, but its wings are soft and clean and shiver slightly under my belly.

It’s a tiny tremor of life.

“It tickles. I’m sorry.

The butterflies seem to understand and pounce their wings on my reaching fingers.

And I bow my head as though it were still dark, but it was as if I could see a butterfly on this finger, and it should be gentle. And I stunned, and whether the butterfly could understand it or not, and I laughed, “I was in the swamp of the abyss, and the spirit didn’t like to come near me, even if I had become one.” This is supposed to be the fairy world. Does the fairy spirit really like me? I’m sorry.

The butterfly moved slightly on my finger.

And in that moment I could see it.

Like a bunch of light.

But in the next second, I heard footsteps, and at the same time the weight of my hands disappeared.

Butterfly seems to have flown away.

This breath is different from life, and it reminds me of the day I woke up, feeling tender and cold.

Perhaps in this man there is no opposition between tenderness and incriminatingness.

“You’re Jaesong? I’m sorry.

I put my hand away and then I put a bullet in the sleeve and turned my head in that direction.

The man stopped at some distance from me.

And the sound of his light, as if the mountains were flowing, was softly ringing: “The East King said that you had lost your memory. I’m sorry.

It sounds familiar and beautiful, but I don’t like it.

Dongjun? And if I ask, “You mean immortality?” Isn’t that his name? I’m sorry.

“Longlife, you named him. He slows down, “You’ve lost your memory. I’m sorry.

I did not think that I would turn my head again and look towards the water: “I have no memory.” I’m sorry.

The voice is still missing, and it seems that the man has taken another step here.

“I should just forget everything I forget. I laughed and said, “Maybe it’s not a good thing for me, so I don’t want to.” You, including the immortal or Dongjun. I’m sorry.

“I am your teacher. The voice of Jassan is different, but I can’t hear why.

I touched a heartless chest: “I envy that I didn’t have a name when I was in the abyss.” Did you give me that name? I’m going to say, “It’s a good name.” I’m sorry.

The man who is not far away has not taken another step forward, and he seems to be looking at me: “How are you? I’m sorry.

He doesn’t regret the decision he made.

Liang Yi was his first student.

And the voice of a young woman who was weak lay before him, and turned: “I worship the Lord of God, and I hope that He may give me a name.” I’m sorry.

He looked through her body.

It’s a lunar lotus.

The young ones are gentle and clean in their eyes, and look at them as if they have never suffered.

And he looked at the maidens, and said, “Lian, the principal, and the Zhong Ling-soo.” After that, you’ll have to call Lin Yuen. I’m sorry.

The hyena is like the moon. It is gentle, sweet and silent, and it can be integrated into the human heart.

But envy is different.

She was always vigilant when looking at people, and even when she smiled, she always felt alienated.

It’s not the first time that he’s seen her. He took the girl who did not have a name at the time and named her “envious”.

The long envy of that time began to think, and then began to smile at him: “The long envy and enviousness are in my heart.” I’m sorry.

Where does it fit her mind?

He didn’t ask, he didn’t say.

Until the day when the Qur’an shall awaken, and He shall awaken in the terror of his sleep, and his heart shall be in pain.

Liang may wake up, but it is probably unconscious, and without the support of a similar force, Liang will not be able to return to his position in peace.

So Jonghua said to him, “Isn’t it not for this day that you saved me?” I’m sorry.

He saved the enviables of the deep abyss, for the sake of the lush, and for the sake of a hundred years, the lush returned to his throne.

A voice in his mind said, “I am also your student of envy.” I’m sorry.

But the other one said, “What about Lian Zheng?” What about Lotus? Don’t forget to save my envy. Now is the time to pay for more than 300 years of teacher kindness. I’m sorry.

He raised his head from his couch, and looked at the fragrance of the already impatient face and the groaning of his face, and opened his mouth with the heart of pain: “I will seal the way down.” It is not for the two of you that your envy is not without concern. Go and find Dong-jun, and bring forth your heart. His hands trembled and then he said, “Just the heart.” I’m sorry.

Without heart, it’s still alive.

Liang can wake up and be jealous and alive.

His two little apprentices…

All of a sudden, the sound that started in my head was cold and with a sarcasm —

“Ah, you don’t see your heart. I’m sorry.

I turned my head softly: “Are you asking me how I am?” ”I’m saying it, it’s funny, it’s just a cold wind, and my smile is getting invisible.

“Ah-san, you stung my heart and took my eyes. Do you think I’ll be all right? I’m sorry.

It’s like a thunderbolt blowing up in the middle of a sauna.

He wrinkled his frown and his gentle eyebrow was now missing the water-like softness of his eyebrow, and he moved forward, and grabbed my arm like a question, “Throw your heart, take your eyes?” I’m sorry.

He’s holding tight.

I looked to him and said, “No one can see in darkness, but I saw nothing unexpected.

And I made a soft moan and laughed, saying, “Isn’t that what Dong-jun said? I’m sorry.

Waiting for the opening of the mouth, and a fire rose between him and Us.

Dongjun is back.

Dongjun. I think of that name, East Jun-Fire and Shu-chun, the famous and bright God.

What about him?

I tried to pull my arm out of the hands of Essan, but he just waved his sleeve and the fire disappeared. And for the next second, my other arm was seized by Dong-jun, whose power was even greater than that of the san, as if my finger were to be choked into my flesh.

I frowned and said, “Let go. Both. I’m sorry.

Tojun’s voice was so nervous, “Did he say anything to you? You mustn’t believe it. I’m sorry.

“You mean your name is Dongjun. I’m just saying, “Are you not Dongjun? I’m sorry.

The fingers of Dong-jun were shaking, and he was silent for a while, saying, “I am immortal.” I’m sorry.

“Sister, I am immortal. “Tung murmurs, repeats.

Help San to watch him cold.

“Toung, you have forgotten what you did with your own hands. Or should I repeat it to you? I’m sorry.

“Shut up! I’m sorry.

The hands of Dong-jun became warm, as the flames continued to devour my skin, and he almost cried out with his hysteria.

And the sound of the dragons in the sky,

That’s Dongjun’s ride.

At this time, the eyes of Dong-sang are getting red, and he looks at this god-in-law, the god-in-law, and laughs, and laughs, “What about you, Mr. Hwang? Whose command is it? Don’t you know it? I’m sorry.

He did something, like he realized something, and then he took the tone, and he said with the inexplicable sarcasm:

“Or do you think you can’t see your own heart? I’m sorry.

I can clearly feel the silence.

If he did not take Dong-jun, he did not speak, and they held my arms tight as if they could divide them.

But soon that silence was broken.

A few footsteps, like chasing something, stopped far from me.

“Toung-jun, how can you help San-go? I’m sorry.

With women anxious but very gentle voices, san’s fingers are softer.

Master, why are you here with Dongjun…

The women’s voice stops.

It’s like a frightened deer, it’s tickling, but it’s so sweet. And I can certainly hear who this is…

Lin Qian, the woman who has been telling Dongjun many times.

More than that, there are two steps that follow.

The sound again with a glimpse of surprise and guilt that I don’t understand: “…envious?” I’m sorry.

He finally let loose his fingers.

His voice was cold: “What are you doing here?” I’m sorry.

Never heard the voice so cold. Lian gave it a shot.

The first person she saw since she woke up was the Lord of San. He was gentle, strong and patient to her, and his eyes were always focused and calm in her face, except sometimes when he suddenly looked at her. By the side of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord, the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord, when he told her that he had been his apprentice, the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord, the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord, was happy, when her heart was filled with a certain unspoken feeling.

Moreover, he never spoke to her so coldly.

This is the first time.

The heart of Lin Yu’s heart suddenly broke. She saw the man who had just been put in sauna.

She looks exactly like her. It is clear, however, that this seven-point-spectrum woman, whose eyes are invisible, and the three-points are not the same, almost to cover up the remaining seven-spectrums. The light-faced, pale-faced face, in this instant, a man flashes in the head of the luminous, but is soon covered by a name.

“I’m jealous. “The name appears in the heart of Lotus.

In the mouth of his hand-in-hand, the “Images” of the two seniors, the “Images of the Little Sisters” in their occasional quarrels, the people that Dong-sang often disappears to see, and the names that will hold back when he hears them.

And by the eyes of the radiant, it is the meadow.

“She looks bad. I’m sorry.

In the meadow’s mind, there was only one thought. He looked at the hyena next to his eyes in a complex manner, and he looked at it again, envious and fell again.

“I wanted to say thank you to Dong-jun, but I didn’t think the gods were suddenly acting like an emergency…” Lian was nervously looking at Dong-jun and saying to him,

Then I saw this scene.

And he looked at her in peace, and he did not answer, but turned towards Dong-jun, who said, “Will you not let go?” Now the envied body is weak…”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. But either way — I won’t. I’m sorry.

“But I don’t want to be held by you. Let go. I said, “Leave it, Dongjun. I’m sorry.

“…”

I can’t see the look on Dong-jun’s face, but after half the silence, his hands were tightened and then loosed.

“You’ve lost your memory? At this point in time, the other is different from these people’s voices, which are slowly ringing.

“Why don’t you ask me whether I have a heart or not, or whether I have eyes?” I went on to say, “I don’t know who you are, but it makes me sick to hear you.” Be polite, I should ask you your name, but I’m afraid you’ll come up with a name and defile my ears. I’m sorry.

You!

Those who speak are the ones who are watching the fragrance. He looked at those who were not far away, and he saw a blemish in his eyes: “There will be a great change in human nature after memory loss.” I’m sorry.

The lumber standing next to her must have frowned her eyelids, and she looked at the face of Dong-jun, and she was too busy pulling out the cuffs and whispering, “Come on, brother. I’m sorry.

And when he heard the voice of the luminous, his eyes rose softly, and he laughed at it, and said, “Lean, I hear you.” I’m sorry.

I didn’t care what the two men were saying, but I focused on “seeing” the direction of the woman.

There’s always a feeling that I’m very familiar with her.

It’s like my heart, my eyes.

Or both.

I’m finally tired of seeing things like this.

Whoever’s looking at it…

I’ve been watching my Dong-jun, silently, but I’ve been watching my Zhui Sang, or as if I hadn’t seen it.

“I’m going back. I’m not saying anything.

And when he heard me, he immediately said, “Okay, sister, let’s go.” I’m sorry.

“Wait, wait…” And then the god-in-law of San opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but the next second I was taken back to the rest of my place.

And Dong-jun took my hand again, and whispered, “Do not believe, sister, whatever they say.” I’m sorry.

I didn’t take that from him. After a moment of silence, I lifted my head up and said to him:

“I don’t want to stay here anymore. I’m sorry.

As soon as that sentence was dropped, I could see the anger that seemed to be breaking, holding my hand in tremors and growing strength.

I didn’t care, but I went on and said, “I want to go back to the abyss.” “I don’t want to stay in the fairy world, which makes me sick.” I’m sorry.

The anger that was about to explode slowly subsided. In exchange for silence.

I didn’t draw my hand out of my hand, but I turned my back gently. “If you like, can you not be Dongjun? I’m sorry.

And in this silence, and like my actions, I gently called, “Live.” I’m sorry.

That’s almost the hand I’m holding in my fist.

And in this long wait, the fist loosed.

Sister, if it was you, I would. I’m sorry.

“Sister, we’ll be together forever, okay? I’m sorry.

His voice was shaking and he couldn’t hear whether it was joy or something.

“For decades, centuries, millennia, tens of thousands of years sister, we have to stay together, no one else, okay? @TongGun: #jan25

Look at me in the eyes of hope and tension.

And I smiled, and I said, “Okay. I’m sorry.

The day I left the fairy world, Jassan knew.

So he stood at a remote cloud, and looked at them in silence.

And he will still be wearing the white garments of the moon, standing on the clouds, as though he were about to become one.

He looked at the familiar figure and suddenly looked down at his palms — there was an eight red line in silence.

Crude, beautiful red. It’s not like a fairy.

He looked at it, and his head was sorely sore, he held on to the eight red threads that were already rough, and he touched his forehead.

He slightly closed his eyes.

There is also a strong, unnegligible beating sound in the heart.

At the same time, one thought rose — to stop them.

He took the name of the envious, and he taught it for more than 300 years … She was a student he himself admitted.

How could she leave?

The power of God comes with its heart, and in the eyes of the High and High Lord of San, a twilight of red.

But the frightful sound that came from behind me broke this thought:

“Sensei. I’m sorry.

He turned his head and saw the eyebrows, the laughter of the eyes.

“How can you stand here alone?” I’m sorry.

She’s looking around to the other side — there’s nothing there.

The clouds, the mountains, layers, folding.

Jaisong didn’t go back to her, just looked at that face.

I’m looking at you like this. The hyena can’t stop getting red and head down.

And when they speak of each other, it is self-explanatory that they reach out their hands, and then gently touch the face across the face like white.

And when Ben was bowing his head, not knowing how to be a good luminous luminous, she was ashamed of her face, and the next moment she could not lift up her face, a powerful god who had not been close to the human heart, he looked deeply at the moment, with his finger in the face of a white-clothed woman, a moment of silence, when he fell down and kissed.

The swamp of the abyss, between the worlds of man and the wonders, is like a crack between the two interfaces where countless evils and darkness lie.

There are no mortals here, and there are no fairies.

But in fact, tens of thousands of years ago, the abyss was the first place in the wilderness, where the supreme “the sky” raised three gods, and then gave them the world to begin. But a great war is inevitable as the fairies and demons grow up. So the swamp of the abyss became the first battle of the demons. Thereafter, the swamps of the abyss became more gruesome than the realm of magic.

And I grew up here.

The middle of the bastion of the abyss is an ice-spreading age, and by it is a cliff of thousands of feet, and opposite it is a light of the distant.

In my memory, this is the most comforting view of my life in the swamp of the abyss.

There are mountains of green and cloudy colours, and there are high-smoking smokes, and demons, fairies, and men. After all, there is a difference, and it may be that a mortal can only see one sideless cloud, but I can see the flowers and the twigs on the top.

Just can’t see now.

I know where I stood a hundred years ago, opposite me, I looked at people for some time, and behind me was the abyss of the blood of the devil.

And now it’s just dark.

I said to Dong-jun, who stood by me, “What do you see?” I’m sorry.

When Dong-goon strangled, he looked at me, and it seemed like he was turning his head, a moment later, “The clouds, mountains, birds.” I’m sorry.

“So you know what I can see. I smiled, and then I took a little side of my head and took a slow step: “It was dark. I’m sorry.

This is the bastion of the abyss, the star of all those in light.

So I did not hesitate, after I had said that, to use all the strength of my days to push the king who was next to him into the ice of his lifetime.

I know, in the name of God, Dongjun will react very quickly.

But it’s no use — here, it’s my home.

Not only did he look flat behind him for thousands of years, under that calm ice, but also the coldest water and the thousand-year-old vines most feared by the Lord of the Fire.

And the vines that were raised from the depths of the ice are demons that spent a hundred years in my dress.

Tojun’s throne is not a long-standing one, and in this capacity there is no minority of Dongjun who was reborn as a result of the war of Gods or for other reasons.

And now the East King is also the East King who has been reborn.

He could not resist the cold water and vines for thousands of years.

So, in my ear, I heard the sound of the weapon breaking the ice.

And the sad “sister” of Dongjun.

I naturally heard Dongjun’s shout.

So I turned back after a moment of silence, and slowly turned towards Dongjun.

The vines opened the way for me, and the cold water recompressed at my feet. And the power of the incalculable gods is in front of me.

“…sister. I’m sorry.

The dumb voice of Dongjun.

Incomprehensible, angry, disappointed, sad. I heard everything.

His eyes are on me at this moment, and the sound of Dong-jun is calming down in a state of extreme anger: “Sister, you’re joking with the immortal, aren’t you? I’m sorry.

And he said, “You think I’m joking?” I’m sorry.

In this silence, the ferocious birds of the abyss circled above, screaming and squealing.

The whole body of Dong-goon was flooded with extremely cold water, which quickly frozen while preventing him from moving. Not to mention the fact that he was entwined by vines at this time, and the stings of the thousand-year-old vines did not make him any better.

As soon as God’s blood drops, it will attract a lot of magic here.

“Sister, I don’t understand. “Tung looked at the man before him, and he did not shed any blood from his mouth, nor did he take care of the wounds that were punctured on his body, and he shuddered his lips and laughed like he was asking me across the street and he was asking himself.

That vine got a little tighter.

Even Dong-jun could not stop making painful voices.

I know how good this vine is.

I stomped down, and “Looking” might have been a tough boy god, whispering, “Does it hurt?” I’m sorry.

It just dropped, and Dong-jun seems to want to reach out and touch me…

I sensed the force of his sudden bursting, but at the same time it went out in a moment, and the hand that struggled from the vine was stained with the blood of a noble God, and touched my horn, slowly.

He went over it and seemed to want to go up, but was dragged down by the vines that were fast entangled.

“…sister, eternal pain. Tung-jun murmured and said something vague.

So I reached out.

He’d come near, like a skinny puppy, begging for warmth.

I touched his face.

Then We touched his face with blood, and opened it gently and in cold: “You are no longer immortal.” You’re Dongjun, that’s all. I’m sorry.

“My immortality will never betray me. I’m sorry.

“He may be naughty, but he will always think of me. Even when I was sick, my immortality made me happy, saying, sister, it’s okay, it’s not hard. I’m sorry.

“…my immortality will not touch the heart of his sister, nor will it dig his sister’s eyes. I’m sorry.

In the breath of Dong-goon’s breath, I gathered in his ear, whispering, like singing lullaby to a young child:

“Toung, I have no memory loss. I’m sorry.

I spent so many years in the swamp of the abyss, and it’s not going to work for me.

At the end of the day, I was still hesitant about Dongjun.

How could I not hesitate?

How could I not hesitate to raise more than 200 years of my life?

I’ll think, maybe he just didn’t want to drive.

So I want to give him a chance.

But I was wrong.

I laughed.

And where I can’t see it, Dongjun’s face becomes pale, and he shudders his lips and stares closely at those in front of him, seems to want to tear a smile, but tears have fallen out of his eyes. He kept his eyes closed, and then he opened his eyes, and there seemed to be some expectation: “Sister, you’re lying to me, sister, you must be lying to me. I’m sorry.

And he murmured, and then his voice grew, and at the end of the day he laughed: “Sister, you lied to me, didn’t you? We’re going to spend our lives together here for decades, centuries, thousands of years… and his laughter is slowly overshadowed by the sound of a sting.

This young man, who looks like a child, lost his mind at a time when he was crying and smiling, but still staring closely at the person before him.

Sister, you promised me! You said you’d stay with me! I’m sorry.

“You said you would!” I’m sorry.

He shouted, “The voice is dumb, and the power of God is like the fire of a bear and a bear that is about to burst out of the ice of a thousand years.”

And I listened to them, and later whispered, “I have never taught me a long life, and with what others have given me a favour. You’re not immortal when you’re worried. To be honest, I’m talking about this name, or my heart, just…

“More is disgusting. * I’m done, laugh, go on *

“…”

The pale-colored face, with no expression, quickly disappeared.

Dongjun’s voice stopped suddenly.

His powers have also subsided.

What a familiar face. Every eye, every smile, every radon of his mouth, he’s so familiar.

But why can’t it just belong to him?

Then Dong-jun was silent for a moment, and then opened his mouth softly: “Sister, why do you not like me alone? I’m sorry.

Before he recovered his memory, he was afraid that his sister would not like him, alienate him, leave him. He also knew that she loved the Lord of San, so he thought that he would only be able to be with her in silence.

But after his memory was restored, he woke up and how did the Lord of San become worthy of his sister? He’s close to his sister’s premise. How can he be worthy of her? If you don’t dare, you won’t be worthy, will you help him?

But why can’t you see him? Can’t you see the hypocrite?

Then my sister lost her memory. He’s happy and sad, but there’s a voice in his heart telling him that ever since then, she’s no longer a fan of san…

So, does Dongjun have a chance?

So he doesn’t want the throne, and he doesn’t care about the hyena. He just wants to spend his life with his sister. What if she likes him?

Sister, how could you lie to me about my memory loss? Sister? When Dong-jun smiled again, he smiled and bled in his mouth, and his body was falling apart, and his heart almost fainted.

But how can the gods pass out like ordinary mortals?

Just heartbreak.

Listen, he’s starting to talk nonsense. I don’t have a face, I’m just whispering: “God, how can you deceive me with more than 200 years?” I’m sorry.

“The Lord, my eyes, you still dig? I’m sorry.

I was a demon and a fairy, but I never knew the taste of being a god. Perhaps being a god should be good? The heart of the closest man, who tried to snuggle, took care of his eyes for 200 years, digs and digs.”

And I smiled, and in this darkness, I smiled softly, and said, “So, the eyes of the gods, I would also like to borrow them.” Look at the eyes of this god. Do you see better than my eyes? God’s heart, I want to dig it out. Look at this god’s heart. What difference does it make? I’m sorry.

A thousand years of vines around my hand.

And I lift my hand, slowly,

Covered the eyes of Dongjun.

I felt Dongjun’s tears under the palms of my eyes.

So I remembered beyond my control when he was once a immortal.

When he was young, he was not really strong. When you fall down, you cry, you wake up and I cry…

My fingers were shaking a little.

And the vines wrapped around my finger–

“Sister…”

The distressing cry of the East King is ringing in this silent heavens and earth.

And I took out those eyes that belonged to the gods.

These eyes, like Dong-jun’s priesthood, are filled with the powerful power of hotness, which is not really right for me, who is now weak.

But I never needed anything.

And as this powerful power runs through me, the force of rejection sprung into my chest, and the force that spills over my body, and just as it was in the world, it melted into flames and flashes away.

I’m almost burning in the fire.

And this inevitable exclusion and suffering must have been the reason why they chose to save my soul. I was thinking in cold.

I was gnawing my teeth, and there was a groan in my lips, and there were vines behind me and on my arms. And it was as if I heard the sound of pain and pain, and Dong-jun was running out of arms and screaming, “What’s wrong with you, sister? I’m sorry.

I didn’t talk to him, but I commanded the vines to take out some very cold water. After the cold water dumped my body, the heat finally faded away.

Sister…

And I opened my eyes in the sound of the panic of Dongjun,

“God, your eyes are so good. I’m sorry.

And We stretched out our palms, and made a fire of fire above it, and in it We revealed the familiar face of Dongjun.

The flames were slowly extinguished, and I looked at the sweating beads that were falling on the forehead of Dong-goon and asked, “How do you feel now?” I’m sorry.

“…he raised his head slowly and slowly pulled a smile out of it. ” I’m sorry.

I looked at him and laughed, and said two words: “No.” I’m sorry.

And as soon as this came down, my hand gathered the power that had been used for itself, and at the next second, it was slammed into the chest of Dong-jun.

“Aah…”

The heavens and the earth tremble, and that is the power of the gods.

The heart of the fire appeared before me.

Up above their heads, the dragons are angry, they are loud, lightning and flames are flowing through the heavens and the earth. But I know they can’t get into this area.

Because this is the swamp of the abyss.

There was no blood on his face, he was close to his eyes, he was shaking his voice, knowing how painful he was, and he was smiling, and he whispered, “Can I call you, sister? He hasn’t finished yet. He’s spitting out a sip of blood.

Dongjun choked on blood and coughed loudly.

I looked at him in silence, and the heart was still beating, so hot and red, but why did it happen? And We looked down and turned away, and the heart returned to the breast of Dong-jun.

“I thought the Lord’s heart would be different. “Silent and silent, I look as if I can’t hold down Dong-jun long ago and say,

“Yes, sorry sister…”

And when I looked at him like this, I stood up, and looked around with this pair of eyes, which belonged to Dongjun, and looked again at the young gods, who were lying in the ground, bending down and whispering, “If you were only Dongjun, I would have taken your eyes, and I would have dug your heart, and I would have done it.” I’m sorry.

“But you were also immortal. I’m sorry.

“So, it’s not over. I’m sorry.

And that which We have sealed for a hundred years, and which has killed many things, leaped out of the ice, and fell upon my hand,

It is a long ink-coloured whip.

More than 300 years ago, when I was rescued from the Sanctuary, I sealed under the ice the weapon of my own life, which had killed many demons.

I was, perhaps, just interested in the idea.

So I put on his favorite white dress and sealed the whips of killing…

But I’m not jealous.

It seems to be responding to me that the ink whip swayed a little bit on the palm of my hand, and I touched it and whispered sorry.

The weapon of my life was made of my lurch, and it is natural to see my heart.

It has the power of moderation and closeness to my hand.

I smiled, looked up and looked at Dong-jun.

The power that belonged to Dongjun became my strength when it was used in the fairy bones inside me. And I set myself up, holding the long whip, and I opened my mouth: “Live life, and the next three whips, you take it.” I’m sorry.

It seems like he didn’t think I would call him “Living Life,” and the lashes that Dong-jun had fallen a little shivers, he opened his mouth and tried to say something, but he just pulled a smile and whispered, “Sister, you finally called me “Living Life.” I’m sorry.

And We held tight their hands, and raised their arms high, and laid down a whip upon the body of the Dong.

“Pop…”

The power of the whip is not just that simple. As a weapon of my life, it not only brings pain to the flesh, but also torments the soul of this man when it is used with my magic.

But Dong-jun bit on his teeth and said nothing.

His ride on a dragon car was on top of his head, and between the sounds of mines in the sky, the power of the bayou of the abyss was also preventing its entry.

And at the end of the first whip, I turned to the magic, and looked at the sweaty King of the East, and opened his mouth: “This is the first whip, and it is the fault of thee to live unhappiness.”

“I raised him for more than two hundred years, whether he is a demon, a demon or a fairy or a god, I do not care.” When I found you, I thought you could grow up in health and safety. Even though I do not ask you to treat me like my sister, the two hundred years have passed without any fault, but you have turned my heart into my eyes. I hate it, but I wonder if you’re just doing it wrong. I raised you for over 200 years, and I taught you for over 200 years, but I never taught you how to raise your sister. I’m sorry.

“As a child, you don’t respect long. I’m sorry.

“This is the first whip, and the punishment is for the eternal indefatigable.” I’m sorry.

When every word falls, Dong-jun’s body trembles, and his eyes are closed, he does not speak, and the blood of his mouth remains sharp.

And I looked at him, and raised my arms, and laid down my second whip.

“Pop…”

He spits blood again.

And We looked on, and said, “This is the second lashes, and you will be punished as a sin of eternal life.”

“I don’t know what happened between you and Lin Yuen, but all this should not be the reason you did this to me. I’m sorry.

“I guess from your words you may owe something as a Tojo, but it is you who bear the burden of your own faults and the consequences of your reward.” You shouldn’t be so mean to others’ lives, and you shouldn’t steal from others. Or do you think you wouldn’t blame you for giving my things to Lin Yuen and raising your sister who loves you for over 200 years? I can’t laugh. “Longlife, you’ve been with me for over 200 years, don’t you know me? I’m sorry.

“A tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye. I can love you and take care of you, but I won’t bear the consequences that belong to you. I’m sorry.

“Friends, you don’t obey. I’m sorry.

“This is the second whip and the eternal sin of indefatigability. I’m sorry.

I can see that under these two whips, Dong-jun’s condition is already very bad, and even the dragons above his head have tried to break into the swamp to protect his dying master.

I looked down at my eyes, and looked around, and looked at him for a moment, and turned my head, and laid a third whip over the body of Dong-jun.

“Pop…”

And the long whip came back, and I bowed down, even though I knew that Tung-jun could not see, but also referred to the dragon cart above his finger, and among those who were far away, and whispered, “This third whip, which is the fault of you for your immortality and your infidelity.”

“For the sake of the luminous, you became immortal and abandoned Dongjun’s responsibility. Dong Jun-Fi and Shi-chun… and in these two centuries, do you know how many undesired tragedies the human world has suffered? If it were not for your cycling on a dragon, you would have worked hard. I’m sorry.

As We have said, “My immortality, I hope that he will cherish it, and that it will be light.” And how many people in the world have lost their loved ones because of disaster, when you are complaining about small things? And how many beautiful mountains and rivers have disappeared as a result of the disaster? I’m sorry.

“You are born a god, in the throne of a noble God. But you forgot, you have a job to do. You can want to be immortal, but even more. I’m sorry.

“For God, you’re unfaithful. I’m sorry.

“This is the third whip, and the punishment is for the immortality and for the infidelity of Dongjun. I’m sorry.

Instead of looking at Dong-jun again, I looked up to the sky, where he could not see, gently, and with a tear.

Maybe only I know.

“The bridge is to the bridge, the road is to the road, and Dong-jun, you and I are clear, and we will never see each other again again.” I’m sorry.

“Sister, the immortality is wrong.

“Sister…”

Behind him was almost a heart-to-heart call.

And I didn’t look back and left here.

I haven’t returned to the abyss for over 300 years.

It’s dark and dangerous, but it’s where I grew up. In fact, I don’t remember much more, since I’ve had my memory.

I barely managed to keep my body in shape and died several times in the hands of my magic. When it came to Lian Tai, it became more powerful, and nothing in the abyss could hurt me. And the demon that was built into a supercubine over 300 years ago has the power of a fairy…

I think about the old days more than 300 years ago.

Although I know that there are deep-seated dragons in the abyss, the old demons don’t come out very often. They’re powerful, but after so many years, they prefer to stay in a dark corner.

So what’s the big demon’s story?

And just as I was thinking about it, there was a buzz in the water.

When the heart moves, the whip appears in my hand.

I stand still and say, “Who?” I’m sorry.

The water was splattered, the ground was shaken and a large, dark turtle slowly crawled out of the pond.

I looked at this turtle and picked out the frown and called out his name: “Spurity.” I’m sorry.

The tortoise climbed to the shore slowly, and in the back of his mouth he said, “Small Lotus, you have returned.”

The sound of old and low.

“…mmm. I’m sorry.

This old tortoise, whose name is pure, is a good friend of mine in the swamp of the abyss. He is a man who does not like to fight, but who lives long enough and has the strength to be small.

When I’m working on it, I’ll be on the side of it, and I’ll be able to make it.

For me, the teacher and friend, who are elders, have been with each other for many years and more dearly.

Surgery, although it has acquired the power of humanization, does not like it. And when he looked down at me, it seemed as though he was groaning: I saw you just now. I’m sorry.

He means what I did to Dongjun.

“You’re missing a lot of lotions. “Looks like a lot of things have happened.” I’m sorry.

I smiled and didn’t explain anything: “Yes, how have you been all these years?” I’m sorry.

“It’s nothing. I can’t remember the last few years. It’s just that you haven’t seen me in a while. “You’ve just taken the eyes of that god, and you’re not sure you can fix them right now but you’re a good man. I’m sorry.

I took back my long whip and said, “Didn’t it embarrass you when it’s been over 200 years? I’m sorry.

When he heard me, he laughed, and he said, “Of course. I’m sorry.

I walked around, looking around, and I said, “I always wanted to get out of here.” I’m sorry.

“It’s dark and dangerous, and I’ll die if I’m not careful. So I’m always thinking, how do I get out of here? But if I wanted to go, I could. except the size of the heavens and the earth, whereof there is my place. I stopped, and I wanted to laugh at myself, “I think I should not regret and help San out. You know who he is? I should have said hello before I left. He taught me for more than 300 years, then asked him to pursue me, and to strike my heart, and to save his former disciples. I’m sorry.

“Although this has happened, I do not regret going out. At least in those years, I’ve been happy. So it’s nice to have some light. I’m sorry.

“Little Lotus…” calls me clean.

I looked up and laughed, and said, “Yeah, he named me by a name called Jealous, Longer, Envious. I’m sorry.

“It’s a good name to be jealous and envious.” I’m sorry.

These days, because of the power of Dong-goon, I was resting only by the water plentiful.

Days in the deep abyss have always been quiet, long without the bright forest, and have brought only a dark feeling to the deep abyss.

Sometimes the netting crawls to the shore and talks to me for a while, but most of the time, it stays silent under the puddle, as it was hundreds of years ago.

When I absorbed it, I went for a walk next to the cold water.

It’s long gone, I guess.

I looked back and looked quietly to the other side of the cliff.

And at this moment, there’s suddenly a glow in my eyes. And as if the light were to fall in the sight of those before you, it was brighter than that farthest of the mountains, and it strutted, and came to me.

“Butterfly”?

I looked at this little luminous luminous luminous.

And this white, light, snowflake butterfly, if I’m not mistaken, is the one I saw in the fairy world.

Light, nice, gentle.

When you see this butterfly, there are countless similar emotions in your heart.

But I have no heart. And We stretched out its fingers, and the butterfly stood at my fingertips, and the wind blew, as if it were going to blow away.

I frowned on my frown. How is this butterfly so vulnerable to the depths of the abyss?

Butterfly felt my thoughts, and then it went up and down on my head.

I didn’t have time to react, and suddenly there was a white light coming out of the swamp of the abyss.

“Easy…”

The light soon disappeared in front of me.

I’ve left the abyss.

I look pale, I look at the light that has disappeared and I think.

Fairy.

The world of the fairs is not so flat at this time, without him, but only because of the grace of the great disciples and descendants of the East Sea Dragon.

Depraved.

The red mark on the eye of a man in a white dress looking cold across the street.

And by his side are many ruins of buildings, as can be seen from the battle that has just taken place, one of the masters of the battle, the devil’s face, and one of his disciples, the hymn of the palace.

His body was covered with blood, and he held a sword and said, “Yunghua!” You’re a dragon’s descendant, and you’re a god’s ancestor. Why did you fall into a spell? I’m sorry.

And when the voice of the voice was not lost, it was as if he had heard a joke, and he laughed in silence, and said, “Isn’t this what you made me do?” I’m sorry.

“I was the first to fall in love with Liang, and I was the only one who did anything to her, and what about you?” I’m sorry.

“The Miyagi, you’re like a fly in man, huming around the hyena. So was Dong-jun, who was in the middle of a few hundred years ago, but now it’s okay, he’s blind. Speaking of which, I can’t stop smiling, “A god-grower! Lost your eyes? Was he sitting in the seat of his god? I’m sorry.

“And Jaessan – human and animal heart! Think I can’t see it?”

He was standing opposite him. I heard here that the gentle eyebrows of Jianxiang were completely cold at the moment, and he watched in cold as the depraved prodigy, surrounded by the powers of God.

“Yonghua, you’re so wrong, you don’t repent! I’m sorry.

And Jonghua smiled: “I wonder what I am guilty of? Is that what is in your heart? * He stares at the white * and says, * The Lord of San, do you like Liang * or the one that’s jealous? Can you see your heart? You think I don’t know? What did you do to Lin’s daughter on the day of Enviro and Dongjun? I’m sorry.

“Assan, what do you think of Lin? I’m sorry.

She was standing right behind him, remembering the absurdity of the day, but heard the following words, and the face of Suya was pale.

And all around them are whispering.

Lian’s eyes are red, and she looks at his already depraved brother across the street, bites on her lips and says, “Why are you?” Why do you corrupt? Why do you say that?

She looked up and looked forward, but only saw his face.

Without the patience and tenderness of the past.

As the mind moved, the power of God appeared and the face fell on the ground.

“Rebels, still talking. * Seeing such a face, the cold-faced sang heart has risen *

Jonghua rose up slowly on the ground, and he looked at his eyes, and he looked at his eyes and san, and slowly wiped out the blood of his mouth, which became red.

When he saw Yung Yung Yung Yung-hong’s eyes, he saw what he wanted to do by standing in the nearest palace, and he turned his head and shouted, “Senior, let–“

It has not yet been said, that Yunghua has taken the lead, and that although he is only Xianjun and is much less powerful than the Lord of San, as a descendant of the East Sea Dragons, he has a life-threatening strategy.

Show yourself, dragon blood spills, and the sharp dragon claw looks at him and grabs him in front of his chest.

And at this point, Liang Qian was flying in front of Jassan.

It was a shock to Yunghua, but the dragon claws arrived and fell deeply into the spinal cord of the lumber.

The cactus split in a second, and the hyena spits a sip of blood on her face, and she seems to want to say something to the face of Essan, but falls down the next second.

Liang’s fairy bones are ruined.

On that day, Yung Hua escaped, and the life-threatening sacraments of the Liang Qiang Qiang Zheng for the teacher ended up in a coma.

In the temples of the sights, there are many large and small fairies standing, with two eyes and two eyes. In this silence, the poor-colored Lord of Sansang sits at his couch, where he remains unconscious and the magic continues to scatter.

And just a moment ago, Qing Qiang, who had been dragged by force, took a short look, left a “no medicine” and slipped away without attention.

There’s nothing better in the world of cuisine than Qingqian. The Qingju has no way, and the rest of the pharmacists are helpless.

There is nothing to be done at this moment, even if Sangui is a god. And in his mind, although he crossed an idea very fast, his heart was sore when he thought about it.

It is natural that the hymns standing next to him do not speak so easily, and he looks at the poor face of the Lord of San, and looks at the lurch lying unconscious on his bed, and does not say anything at any time.

Fairy bones are the most important symbol for fairies. And the most important sign of being a fairy is to refine the bones. And Liang’s bones will be destroyed until she finds another fairy’s bones, which must match her qualities.

Thinking of this place, the palace snuggles its head up and looks to the Lord of Sanctuary who stands up. “Where are the Junhua?” I’m sorry.

“The Lord of God, the King of Juna has escaped. I’m sorry.

When he heard this, he felt he could not control the anger in his heart, and the power of his body became more volatile, and he swept away the fairies in his eyes and said, “How can we call them the fairies when they have fallen away?” But you can’t bring back any demons! I’m sorry.

Among the three gods, Dong-jun is incompetent, and Jisang is in charge of many matters, and he does not know the power of the gods below.

As soon as the gods are angry, the men of the fairies below are naturally afraid.

The palace’s groaning looks on its bed, and it bites on its teeth, and it has to say, “Teacher, the condition of the sister seems to be getting worse.” Let’s push back on the witch hunt. I’m sorry.

When I heard the hymn, I turned my head, and I saw the color of the hymns, and the thought rose and caused the heart pain.

I’m jealous.

She.

And only her.

There is no other way.

And she and the lotus, even the heart of the lotus, must be the same.

It’s just that the pain in his heart almost frowned him, and helped him breathe deeply, remembering the enviableness of his long return to the depths of the abyss, as if it had been a short time ago.

I’m going with Dong-jun.

Bastard! You’re a traitor! Hold on to the heart, chill out.

If you give his enviable fairybones to Liang Qian … Moreover, the envious eyes and heart have been given to the lichen.

But if it wasn’t for the enviable fairy bones, where would it be for Lian? Do you think you’ll lose your fairies and your fairies?

Besides, didn’t you envy Dong-jun? I’m sure the eyes of the gods will add a lot to their envy.

“Boo-hoo.”

And the fairies raised their heads, but they were but the mighty ones who had always helped the gods, and now they are retreating, and their faces are heavy, and they spit out blood.

“The Lord of God!”

The palace was rushing to hold the rocking san.

It’s been a long breath for Sanlian.

And then, just outside the door, it came in.

It is in a white shirt, and its colour is as green as a leaf, but it is in a strange sense of the end.

Between walks, the water is smooth and the power of the gods is moving.

When I saw this figure, I saw the face of San’s face in the middle of the centre, and then a name came out.

“It’s clean. I’m sorry.

“I have met the Lord of Piousness.”

And when I returned, I sat lazyly by the puddle and kicked a flower, and the little butterfly was gone, and I looked for it for a while, and I couldn’t find it.

When I saw an old man in a sippie suit, I paused, and I was surprised, “It’s clean.” How did you…?

It’s not like to be human.

It was a bit heavy, and he came slowly to me, and his voice was soft: “Little Lotus, I know you. It’s been a long time. I’m sorry.

“Good. I laughed, “It’s been 500 years. I’m sorry.

He turned his back on me, and he whispered in his eyes, which I never understood: “Maybe I know you more than you know me.” I’m sorry.

I looked up at him a little, and I looked at him and said, “How can I explain this? I’m sorry.

And when the voice is not lost, yet a familiar sound rings as thunder,

“I’m jealous! Move!

At the same time, this old man, who had always looked to me like a friend, had drawn his strength upon me.

And the winds and clouds between the heavens and the earth will change.

I’m glad that sound reminded me of the thunder. I jumped on the water and looked cold at the old man in the white on the shore.

He looked heavy and looked behind me.

One man slowly walked out.

He’s in white, he’s holding his fist tight, and his voice trembles and fears cannot be ignored: “Why do you have to treat her like this? I’m sorry.

It’s the Miyagi.

I didn’t think the Miyagi would come, just as I didn’t think I’d hit me.

Who’s that?

He’s been a friend to me since I remember him. When I was still fighting in the abyss, it was purified to bring me a unique goodwill. A hundred years of living together is pure in my heart, but none is nearer to me. We were at first on guard, but for centuries he had never harmed me.

I don’t know a clean past or a clean identity.

I have no idea that one of the three gods will live in the depths of the abyss.

All this thinking, it’s taking my mind at this time.

But I have no time to take account of these centuries and the betrayal of this unique man against me.

Because, in the swamp of the abyss, if I want to do this, I have a very little chance of surviving.

Although I have the eyes of a god of Dongjun, I digest most of my power, and I have a part of my killer in the swamp of the abyss. But the most terrible thing is, this is what he knows.

Whether it is the power of the gods that I have been digesting recently, or the very cold water and the millennia of vines in the depths of the abyss, he knows that the years in which he is in the abyss are much longer than I am.

So I have little chance of winning him.

And when the Miyagi came, I had to raise my guard. As far as I am concerned, Miyagi and Yunghua were indeed able to count as two good brothers, but since I learned the truth of the matter, I have no longer sought the friendship of this brother-in-law.

I was really exhausted for a second.

I have to remember everything that has been going on for centuries.

It’s like all the people I know are betraying me… and just a clean and deadly blow.

Lotus, Lotus.

And at this point, the sound of pureness resounds again, and in his voice there is a desperate certainty: “Sorry, little Lotus, I must take away your fair bones.” I’m sorry.

My fingernails are so close to the palm of my hand that the unstoppable sweat and squirming emotions almost drown me. “My fairy bones?” Why?

Little Lotus, you don’t know. “Looking at me with all my heart, I feel sad.

“For Lotus! * The voice of the palace is shaking, and he looks at the opposite side with some unbelievably * and says, “I don’t understand why you take everything from your envy? What do you want to do with your hearts, your eyes, your fairy bones? I’m sorry.

His sight shifted from the body to the place. And the Qur’an looked at that place, and said, “Do you know why?” I’m sorry.

I follow the sound.

In an empty space, a white-dressed god appeared. And he turned like ink, and the five were gentle, but at the moment he was in the eyelids, but he was in the colours.

“The hearts and eyes of the past, I think, may have allowed both sisters to live together, but why even the fairy bones are now enviable? “It’s ridiculous to say that the hymns are so emotional that they come out of their mouths, almost without thinking time. Whether it’s the envy of the present, or whether it’s the face of the gods, the masters, or even the demons…”

“Is it a fairy god, is it? I’m sorry.

Insolent!

The sound of a cold, cold, heavy sound is being heard, while at the same time, a powerful power is groaning towards the palace.

The hymns, with their magic, prevented the blow, but in the end they were invincible, retreating a few steps and bleeding from their mouths.

“I do this not only for the sake of the land, but for the sake of the world.” @Ambassah: I’m sorry. And his sight fell on me, and I said, “Lean flower, I know that even if I asked you to hand over your fairybones, you would never hand it over.” I’m sorry.

I held on to the long whip and laughed, “The Holy Spirit has known me for almost 500 years in this abyss.” It’s just that my smile slowly disappears, “My fairy bones can affect the world?” I really am. I’m sorry.

In the clean eye there is moderation, charity, as in the past, but his voice also reveals the coldness of Senseng: “You, little lotus, have survived, and it is in the best of heaven.” I’m sorry.

When I heard that, I laughed, “You and I have known each other for almost 500 years, and we don’t have to talk about it anymore. * I’ve made up my mind, I’ve seen the beauty of my eyes not far away, and I’ve seen the Lord of San, who stood there, saying with some sarcasm: “In the end, I don’t even know what my charm is, but can I be any better than a meadow that grows out of the depths? What have you made of me? For heaven’s sake? I see it’s just for self-interest. I’m sorry.

“The rebel is only the one who gave the fairy bones to your sister. How come the heavens and the earth will not have my temple?” Why are you still here? Practice as a fairy bone, with your qualities, for centuries. But you know, if Liang loses his fairybones now, he’ll be back in the Lotus form! I’m sorry.

His face and clothes remained the same 300 years ago.

I looked at this god whom I used to admire in silence, and my eyes faded: “My good teacher, remember what you said when you saved me here 300 years ago? I’m sorry.

And I looked at him, and his voice was sarcastic and soft: “I will protect you from this, and you need not be afraid. I imitated the way I remember it, and then I smiled, and I said, “Do you hear me now, like me? I’m sorry.

“I’m jealous. I’m not sure I’m going to be able to do this.

I turned my head and the palace was standing there, and he was pale as if he wanted to say something, and he didn’t say anything.

“The Miyagi Queen, this has nothing to do with you, you can leave. * I’m whispering to the palace *

“I’m jealous, I’m your elder brother.” I’m sorry.

When he saw the envied heart, his heart was not deeply touched, as the loss of one heart did not kill him. But when he learned that the jealous eyes had also been removed, he only felt cold. Unlike Jonghua, Dongjun, and even Liang, he was nothing but an ordinary mortal before the palace was purgatory.

Until now … envious that even the fairy bones must be given to Lin Qi … The Miyagi knows that he is not a good teacher, but that in the past 300 years, he had loved the little sister as “envious.”

I can’t hold back when I hear the palace.

But the next moment, the attack from the opposite side came to me –

And the murdering machine was full of tricks, and it horrified the depths of the abyss, and horrified the multitudes of magic.

The power of a god is strong, not to mention the presence of the Lord.

Today’s catastrophe is far too bad.

The long whips rise and the magic of the body pours out.

It was an infinite life, but at this point in time, it was impossible to live in peace. It is clear that the pure power of God is more powerful than that of the Lords of San and Dong-jun, and I have resisted a moment, and I have gnawed on my teeth, sweating like rain.

Little Lotus, give up. I’m sorry.

Quiet sound, ringing in my ear.

And We lashes to the power of God and laughs in cold: “No.” I’m sorry.

The cactus is intertwined with the power of the gods, but it is clear that there is more to it, and it seems that he finally doesn’t want to hang out with me and reach out to my place.

I was able to fight the magic, but I didn’t expect to be able to do so.

But at the same time, the shadow of the palace appeared before me for a moment.

I didn’t see his face. He turned his back on me.

His voice is different from his usual ease and displays endless sorrow and relief.

“I am a man of no means, of no soul, and of no soul, and of the fair, I hesitate, and am with one another.” I’m sorry.

“Sister-in-law, I’m sorry for everything. I’m sorry.

As far as I’m concerned, before I know I’m the so-called “substitute”, Miyagi and Junhua were both qualified seniors.

But, perhaps because of his status as a descendant of the East China Sea, he acted more recklessly. And I know not well what he was before, but I know that it was only a mortal before. As a result, the Miyagi, in their decision-making, have to listen to Jinghua, thanks to the smooth manner in which they live.

When I first arrived in the world of the fairs, I remember the sadness in the eyes of the palace, murmuring at me: “Is this the younger sister?” Did you name him? I’m sorry.

And when he learned that my name was jealous, his eyes were filled with grief: “The envy is long and the envy is long.” I’m sorry.

So I didn’t think of it when the Miyagi just disappeared in front of me.

I couldn’t get another “brother” in time, and the shadow went off.

He was a human being before he became a human being, and after his death he was able to enter the way of the Yellow Spring.

He did not look back at me, but the only thing left was those two words, which were light, and seemed to echo in my ears.

The saliva, which is not far away, remained the same, and he was able to close his sleeves and launch another attack with his weight.

I looked in two shadows, cold under my heart, and in the swamp of the abyss, the fragrance rose, and my tweeds moved, and my magic was scattered.

I didn’t want to die.

I struggled a hundred years in the bayou of the abyss, I slept in the fairy world, and then I didn’t think I’d die for a dead word.

I’m so eager for the light of the earth, so I’m so eager to live in what I used to be.

But now, I don’t know what to do next.

In the heavens is the uncertainty, and the sun is dark.

And the earth, weeping all over the earth, is an evil.

And I am between the sun and the sky and the earth, and there is no place for me.

And between the Invisible Fountain, my true self appears,

It’s a stunned melancholy.

“Ah-san, she’s going to blow herself up.”

“Long envious…”

Who is calling me?

In the end, the clean-up did not stop the success and envious self-explosion.

And he stood not far away, and was cold, and he helped the Lord of San, and suddenly he ran away like a madman to an envious place of self-explosion.

“I envy you for coming back.”

“Assan! “The power of the gods is so strong, it goes straight to San. “In the middle of the famine, I was blessed with the world.”

The only word in his mouth is “envious” because the power of the cactus is strong, and he is a god, and his white robe is already broken and broken, and his hair is covered, and the red eight threads of the hair of his hair are scattered to the depths.

This god, who doesn’t dye dust, is like a beggar, and his voice is sad, and he runs all the way to the eight threads, he doesn’t know if he wants to grab them, or he sends them eight.

“Sir, this time I’m going down to bring this. “A young girl with a little eyelid reached out to her hand, with a red eight thread in her hand, and with her fingers spread, the white girl raised her head slowly, and her eyes were always cold and distant, and at the same time the face of a white god was mirrored.

The young girl made a small smile: “Teacher, if you don’t mind, please take it. I’m sorry.

He took it, but he did not dare to look into his eyes, which were in his shape.

It’s the wind and the moon.

And when it comes to enviing, no one looks and laughs.

And the dust was scattered, and the san with its head was standing in the middle, looking at the heavens and the earth, without a trace.

And he wrinkled his head: “Her Sang, you are a god, what a way to behave! I’m sorry.

He did not speak, but looked at the place where the envy had disappeared, and suddenly he laughed: “Wasn’t I aware that you were not dead?”

“As soon as it explodes, natural meteorites will not be found. “You didn’t look like this when I saw him. I’m sorry.

When he heard that, he turned his head, and he swung his head, and he swung and he swung, “You shot me!” I’m sorry.

“I’m the god, I’m the master of the cactus. How can I be so fond of her? She’s just my apprentice. “It seems to be coming back to life, and on the face of Jassan, there’s a faint smile.

But at the next moment, his smileless face, like a mask, was torn to pieces, showed a great pain: “How can she explode?” It’s just a fairy bone. For 200 years, no, plus the Treasure of the heavens and the earth, for over a hundred years, the fairy bones will return. I’m sorry.

It’s like he’s just staring at the crazy san, the slow way: “You’ve got a demon. I’m sorry.

As if the sound of Jassan had disappeared in a moment.

“Having San, you’re possessed. Quite slowly, say it again. His old eyes reveal the cold near the shadow. “How can you and I be demons?” Zazan?

He looked up and looked up, and he thought, “I’ll take care of my fairy. Three gods, never interfered. I’m sorry.

“Don’t get involved? * When I heard this, I laughed with a cynic smile, and said, * That is the son of Tojo, who has been taken with his eyes, and that has fallen with his demons… * Now, do you mean to stay away? I’m sorry.

“As soon as he speaks of fairies and as soon as he speaks of evil.” He turned his head and looked at the place where he was envious and disappeared, like a thousand years ago.

When he left, he grabbed the eight wires and left.

As if in a darkness of endless darkness, the sound of a long sleep, hidden, came from nowhere,

“In the middle of the famine, I was blessed with the world.”

What’s that noise?

Little Lotus, do you want to be possessed? I’m sorry.

It is a sound far away, as if it could not hear, but it is a sound into its ears, as if it were a magic song. Between the gruesome and holy.

“The Devil”?

I thought I heard my own voice.

“What’s in it for me? I’m sorry.

The sound was ringing in my ears, as if it were revealing a secret: “When evil is done, the heavens and the heavens, and the earth, the devil, may not kill as you wish. I’m sorry.

“The traitor who kills you, the one who destroys you, and the one who kills.” I’m sorry.

“The land of the fair is not for you, nor is it for you. I’m sorry.

“In this world, it is better to be a demon than a demon, and to be a demon, all of you should be cut off. I’m sorry.

“In the heavens and the earth, and so on. I’m sorry.

“And if not in the midst of evil,

And this sound shall rise in darkness as if it were to drown me.

I can’t open my eyes, but I can’t find it funny: “As you see, can I defeat all the fairies after I’m possessed?” Is this still a demon? I’m sorry.

The voice doesn’t seem to think I’m going to say that for a moment in silence, and it’s going to sound like, “You’re going into magic, and it’s been decided since you were born in this world. I’m sorry.

“In the middle of the famine, I was blessed by God.

I can’t help but remember that phrase.

I don’t know what I’m in, but I did blow myself up with all my magic. And a few words came after it, but it came to me as a cloud.

I should have disappeared between the heavens and the earth without leaving a trace.

And remembering the temptation of those words, and of this voice, I paused: “So do you think that I am possessed, that God is destined, right, right?” I’m sorry.

Speaking of which, I couldn’t stop laughing: “So, when I was born, I was destined to be possessed? – Who ordered this? Clean or you? Or do I say that when I do, my voice becomes so sarcastic that “I’m being held in my heart, am I being poignant, and I’m even being given my fair bones, is this all for my evil ways?” I’m sorry.

“…good. * That voice is not responding to me *

And I was silent, and I kept remembering what I had been through, and I said, “Well, I’m possessed. I’m sorry.

But I didn’t wait for the voice to speak, and I said, “Do you think I would say that? I’m sorry.

“Why do you think I’m going to go to hell and I’m going to go to hell?” Even if you were above the sky, that doesn’t make sense. What I want to be is for me to decide. I want to take back my heart and my eyes, and I just want to use my own power to do my own, and I do not believe that if I go into magic, I will be invincible. And if so, then the people of the whole world, and the fair and the gods, would have gone to hell. I’m sorry.

I smiled, “Do you think I don’t know?” And when they enter evil, they see the sun as a serpent, and remain in darkness for a lifetime. I don’t want that. I love everything in light, I like sunshine, I like energy, I can bear darkness, but I’m more interested in light. I’m sorry.

“What if you’re heartbroken and eyebrowed? The voice can’t hear emotions, just ask me.

“One of the devils is not far from evil.” “I will not punish those who have nothing to do with my suffering.” I’m sorry.

“My revenge, even if it were to be avenged, is my own. I’m sorry.

In this darkness, it seems once again to be ruled by silence.

Just as I thought I was going to sleep, the sound came up again: “You really like it when I’m jealous, and it’s named for you? I’m sorry.

“Why don’t I like it? I laughed, “It’s all right, it’s just human.” Besides, I have many things to envy. For example, Lotus. Sometimes I have to admit, I envy her. There are others, many beautiful, bright, I envy. You see, my desire is so big, but I don’t want to cover it up, so I envy the name, and I like it. I’m sorry.

“I like the name because it fits my heart, not because of the person who named it. I’m sorry.

“…”

“I’m jealous. I’m sorry.

That voice whispered my name again.

At the same time, my eyes are slightly opened and, in this dark occupied space, suddenly sparkle.

Where the bright spots come from, the dark is expelled.

So, from the beginning, the light spreads a little, as if it were in the sky, and the night spreads away.

The day will come.

The butterflies are on their way.

“I’m jealous. I’m sorry.

“I gave you everything I had. I’m sorry.

“including the memories of thousands of years ago. I’m sorry.

And it is as evil as a demon and as a god, and it gathers all that is in the heavens, and it is merciful, and it is wide, and it is vast.

It’s God.

And it was there that the three gods were born when the sky was created.

The most powerful of the three gods, the most powerful, the most powerful, the most powerful, the most powerful, the most powerful, the most powerful, the most powerful, the most powerful, the most powerful, the most powerful, the most powerful, the most powerful, the most powerful, the most powerful, the most powerful, the most powerful, the most powerful, the most powerful, the most powerful, the most powerful, the most powerful, the most powerful, the most powerful, the most powerful, the most powerful, the most powerful, the most powerful, the most powerful, the most powerful, the most powerful, the most powerful, the most powerful, the most powerful, the most powerful, the most powerful, the most powerful, the most powerful, the most powerful, the most powerful, the most powerful, the most powerful, the most powerful, the most powerful, the most powerful, the most powerful, the most powerful, the most powerful, the most powerful, the most powerful, the most powerful, the most powerful, and the most powerful, the most powerful.

Since its birth, the first will of the heavens has been to be “nature,” and it has inherited it, and it has always been first.

It was still in a place that was not called the “Wood of the Deep,” and it was here thousands of years ago that there was a very cold water.

And on a day when two radiant bouquets were grown in the cold water,

White and black, just like the sun.

The platinum lotus is old, like the ink is young.

The three gods will be revereed once they are born.

“The sky” is already asleep.

And the oldest netting, and then there was a certain sense of —

It’s about these two lotus flowers.

The scourges of millennia and the recovery of millennia are all associated with this black and white bouquet of fruit.

So, on which one of the lotus blossoms is it that the scourge is restored in peace?

There is nothing stronger in the three gods than purity, and he stood before the cold water, silently saying for a long time: “The sun and the sun are just so rich.” I’m sorry.

That is clear enough.

But the three of them are not sure, so in a sense, they both survive.

The heart is filled with the pureness of the sky, and it sets the fate of the two.

A few thousand years later, these two bouquets of bitter water became humanized, and the latter purified ink called for the pre-formed hysteria of the white hysteria.

Then, with the most purified connivance, the three gods were chosen by her sister, White Lotus, who was responsible for the peace of the heavens and the earth after thousands of years. And my sister, Maureen, continues to work with her focus on the “Wood of the Deep.” He said he followed the practice, but was based on good supervision.

But in the great battle of God, the king of one of the three gods died, and his soul was reborn in the yellow spring, and became the next.

At the time of Dongjun ‘ s subsequent looting, Liang was standing in the way of the mine and was seriously injured and destroyed since then.

After consultation with Essan, it was decided to take her sister, Maureen,’s Lotus Platoon, for treatment.

It was a war that was badly damaged, but it was not possible for Merlyn to defeat the two gods who, after losing their table for thousands of years, became the same and lived in the cold.

After that, as a result of her sister Merlyn’s Lotus Platoon, she became better, but a hundred years later, when she learned the truth, she self-destructed her body on a day when, fortunately, the three gods came out at the same time.

But Mauren was also asleep and not strong enough to call her back.

So the time passed for centuries, until 400 years ago, when my sister Merlyn was transformed into a human being.

Who is the monster that suddenly strikes, and who is a god from heaven?

It’s just the beginning of a scam.

The Merlyn, who had forgotten the past at the time of his second morphation, is re-remembering it as “envious.”

At the same time, the power of the spirit of the heavens and the earth for thousands of years returned to me.

The gentle light comforts my soul.

My eyes, my heart, my everything…

It’s all back to where it started.

They were the eyes of Dongjun, and the power became part of me.

A mysterious, elegant, clean, ink-like lotus flower slowly blooming behind me.

And in their tiny open eyes, a lightly butterfly flew to the darkness.

As darkness is torn apart by light, then the heavens and the earth appear again before my eyes.

I know where I’m going.

In the temple of the house of the house of the White One, on his knees, he kept his eyes closed, his face was painful, and sweat was flowing from his forehead.

No one passed through the window.

The whole temple of view lies in the bounds of the gods.

But that’s when a shadow came out of the window.

I stood still outside the window in a black robe.

I looked in the window and looked at him in pain and sweat.

Turns out he didn’t know when he was possessed. I looked at the dark fog surrounding San’s body and smiled a bit.

As one of the most powerful of the three gods, there is a demon.

This is so ridiculous.

And this demon was so powerful that he could disturb the mind of the Lord that I had not found it even in the midst of the palace.

And…

He’s in a dream.

For humans, dreams are dreams and wakes up real.

But for a fairy who doesn’t need rest, a dream can be the worst nightmare. It’s normal to die in a dream if you don’t want to.

So powerful enough, like the Lord of God, to make himself a dream easily.

And at this time, despite the sweat and the pain of the face, the lips bend slightly, showing a sense of joy in time and suffering.

I’m holding out my hand, and I’m going to slow it down.

My power surrounds him.

I entered the dream of Jassan.

And almost easy.

Master!

Help San turn his head.

The young girl in white slowly walked to him.

Dark as a cloud’s hair, cold as a laughing eye.

Is that Lian Yi?

“I am jealous.” I’m sorry.

The young girl’s face was cold when she heard the voice of Jassan. She backhanded, slowly coming over.

The distance is so close that he can reach the girl if he wants.

But Jassan didn’t.

And he stood there, he remained still, and his body was stiff, and his finger was stiff.

Isn’t she dead?

But…

Sir, what’s wrong with you? “At first glance, the young girl had reached him, and she raised her head slightly and the smile in her eyes had been replaced by fear.

I’m so jealous.

He looked at the young girl and thought, “The enviousness of the present is only a dream.”

Yeah, it’s a dream. Gotta get out of here.

He resisted looking down at her.

But for the next second, Jealousy has reached out with his finger and he’s pulling his horn.

He went down his head and saw a pair of one of his eyes.

“I’m fine. “There is no love in his heart, so he cannot speak.

So he saw a smile coming out of the envious.

No, I’ve never smiled so much at Yassan…

But there’s no way he can get away with it. He stares closely at the smile, at the smiled master, and the greed in his eyes is visible.

There’s a voice in his heart that says, “It’s just a dream, get out.”

“It’s just a dream” and it hurts again.

He’s sweating down his forehead, and he’s trying to get out of the dream.

But at the same time, one hand slowly touched his cheek.

Shang’s body stunned.

At this moment, his powers have disintegrated.

The dreamful face of the soul is the light of concern.

The little open cherry-red lips, the soft, entangled words:

“Sir, are you sweating? Are you really uncomfortable? I’m sorry.

Under the trees, by the clouds, two sides of white.

The Lord, with his head down, and the young girl who touched her cheek, twirled with silk, and he breathed.

And in the cold eyes of those two paths, the moment has been filled with desire.

Master?

The voices of young girls, softly under the trees.

The gods looked down at her, didn’t answer, but raised their arms slowly.

His finger was set at an inch from the girl’s cheek.

Because Jaessan saw something in the other hand:

That’s an eight-part red line.

In the light of Essan’s vision, the Jealousy slightly heads down and looks at the eight red lines in his hands.

She slowly stretched her finger open and completely exposed the eight red threads.

And the smile on her face got even deeper: “Sir, this time I went down and brought this. I’m sorry.

A familiar word.

Help San’s finger stopped in the air.

His eyelashes are shaking.

The palm stretches in his direction a little.

If you don’t mind, please take it. I’m sorry.

Help San to watch the eight red threads on the palms.

How familiar.

“Sensei…” “The voice of the lost, which seems to be a bit bitter, is like the sound of a demonic voice, and it haunts the heart.

Tight.

He looked at himself, slowly reached out and picked up the eight red threads.

“I love it. * His voice was dumb and his eyes were closed *

An envious or a demon?

He’s long gone.

He held the eight red threads, and at the next minute he carried in his arms the maidens before him.

“Image, envy, envy…”

And in his mouth, the name of his heart and heart, his finger was pressed to the waist of a young girl whose body was shivering, and she was so fragile in his arms and as though he had given his whole body and body to embrace her teacher.

Over 200 years…

And in his heart, one of the voices that had trapped him for over 200 years was loud and loud. Help! How dare you face your heart! I’m sorry.

And at the same time, the laughter was uncomplicated, the irony and the scoffing of the porcelain lips, and he looked down and felt the soft black hair of the young girl.

“Ah-san… what do you say? Say it…

“Did you also do something to her?” I’m sorry.

“Who are you hiding in your heart? I’m sorry.

Then the innumerable question that came from nowhere caused the mighty God to break his head.

But he doesn’t care much anymore.

His finger slipped slowly from the “envious” waist.

He slowly touched his “envious” cheek.

The face of the past was cold and shy.

And they were dazzled by the past while they were filled with sweet eyes.

Help San down slowly.

His eyelashes were shaking, and he wanted to fly to the young girl who was thinking.

But right now…

A force went through the chest.

The twin eyes of love, like ice, were shattered.

“Boo-hoo.”

White God’s chest is full of blood.

And on that gentle and beautiful face, a pair of eyes drowsing in love, so they stare. White-dressed lords stare closely at young girls who were in their arms for the first moment, with incredible eyes.

“Long…”

He opened his mouth.

A hand full of God’s blood continued to slow down deep into his chest.

A young girl who had just met with a smile was in a cold state. In the eyes of those who have held the soul to sleep for hundreds of years, there is not only aversion, but also an indifferent indifference.

“Having San. I’m sorry.

I whispered.

He’s in a nightmare, and he’s not my opponent.

And when I heard my voice, it shivered in front of me, and it broke in pieces: “Are you really jealous?” I’m sorry.

I looked at him, and I slowly grabbed his heart.

As I move, Jassan coughs the blood.

Unlike Dongjun’s powers, the power to help San is actually gentle, like the water that flows. But for the power of my invasion, the power to help San is quite different.

His powers are like blades, and even if they are reduced, they are cut on my body and on my hands.

My face has not changed, and the strength of my body has been in the palm of my hand for thousands of years, and then my hand has grasped the heart of the White God and taken it out without mercy.

“I’m jealous — I’m your master.” I’m sorry.

I finally fell down on my knees and looked at the heart of my hand and stood up hard.

“How could you?”

“God, you didn’t think of that, did you? “I look at the heart of my hand, the power of the mighty gods is constantly raging, “I’m not dead. I’m sorry.

And the hand of the god-sun covered the chest, and the healing power of the god made it quick to heal. It was as if he realized something, a little close to his eyes, and then slowly opened up and laughed, saying, “How could you die so easily? After all you…”

Speaking of which, he coughed and stopped talking.

But I know what he wants to say: “I have lived for thousands of years. I’m sorry.

As soon as that was done, he raised his head in shock, and he looked at me half: “You, you, your memory…”

I didn’t look at him, and his voice was flat: “Yes, my memory is back. I’m sorry.

“Well, thanks to the two gods. * I’m done, I’m looking over and over, and there’s a little sarcasm smile on my face, * * “Not only my memories are back, I’m back. I’m sorry.

My name was whispered in pain: “I’m jealous!” I’m sorry.

“So, thanks to the two gods. After all, the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Holy Spirit has served my masters, and I have not been able to offer any manners, so I will take away this heart from him. I’m sorry.

After all, the gods are a man without heart! I’m sorry.

I smiled, slowly holding on to my fingers, and with the power of God, the heart was completely absorbed.

“Uh–“Handong endured the pain of God’s revelation, which was so bad that the nightmare world based on him began to shake.

The gods, after all, take away their hearts, at most half their powers, unlike the fairies, but their feelings will disappear.

But…

I looked at the hands of the sacrosanct and looked like blood and flesh, and said, “However, I don’t want the feeling in the heart — it’s too dirty for you. I’m sorry.

That heart will never hurt again.

The fingers of the man who held his chest were tightened, and he looked at the man who was before him and tried to control the power of his body, and suppressed a hundred years of love, at the moment, in an attempt to occupy his soul.

Without heart, it still hurts so much…

And there was no sound again.

But suddenly he thought of the clean words: “Hand the Lord of San, you are possessed. I’m sorry.

A demon?

A demon…

Yeah, he helped San– one of the three gods in power in the cactus, with a demon.

And it’s been almost 300 years.

It’s not like you can’t stop laughing.

Since when?

Perhaps that day appeared in the swamp of the abyss, envious of him and brightened in his eyes.

Or perhaps in the day after day ‘ s guidance, I envied and bited again and again.

And it was the arrival of Dongjun 200 years ago that became the beginning of the beginning of the evil spirit that began to torment him.

He’s an envious teacher.

A teacher, a father for life. How can a teacher treat a student?

Besides, Jassan hurt this student.

And Lotus… he’d rather he likes the man who’s Lotus.

The predictions that were resonated thousands of years ago seem to have been confirmed now.

In the past, the three gods were watching over the “loan” that might become the “Savior” in a thousand years, watching the “enviable” that might become the “discretionary” in a thousand years, and thus seem to be enemies of the growing sisters.

The world of wonders, the world of demons…

Is it true that the culprit of all this is jealous?

But no.

As soon as you think of it, Jassan feels terrible.

The lost heart asked him, “Did you see your heart?” I’m sorry.

Now he sees it.

But the heart may never come back.

Essan finally woke up.

And at the moment when he opened his eyes, the white god, like a waterfall like ink, wiped in the snow.

A moment of whiteness.

The sound of the old days warmed up, when the sand was silent: “I envy you.” I’m sorry.

I looked at him with his white hair, and there was nothing in his heart: “Sir, I loved you for over 300 years.” I’m sorry.

Listen to that. Help San’s body.

He looked up to me with incredible confidence and wanted to take a step with me, but in the end he did not. He kept saying, “No, no, no…”

I looked up at the sky in my nightmare.

It’s like the next moment it’s gonna collapse.

“Sir, this is the last time I call you. I’m sorry.

“I don’t want to kill you, and I don’t care to kill you. And that dream, please don’t do it again. I’m sorry.

“I don’t like the gods anymore, and the gods do it, and I just feel sick. I’m sorry.

I said, “This dream,” and I know that Jassan understands what I mean, because he’s getting paleer and he’s shaking even slightly.

“No, I like it,” he finally took a step in my direction.

And yet this sentence is not finished, and I have a whip on my hand and I have beaten him hard.

He stood there and took the whip with him, but he opened his mouth and bled and couldn’t speak.

And I looked at him, and I turned away from him, loathing: “I am not a plaything of the three gods, Me and the Lotus. It’s too cheap for Sansang to like it! I’m sorry.

“As for what is known between the heavens and the earth, will you not be able to understand? I’m sorry.

“The karma returns with cause and consequence, and it is not known that it is planted on three gods. I’m sorry.

I’ve always had a clear conscience for years before I lost my memory, for centuries after I lost my memory.

And after self-destructing, and encountering God, I thought about the so-called karma.

It’s too much and too much to think about, just because of a hymen of the infinite possibilities of the future, all the “causes” of killing me.

He thought he saw it all.

It’s just the end of the ocean.

In fact, I am not even aware at this point that my thoughts today have gone beyond the causes and consequences, across the sun, and have come into contact with the will of the heavens.

White Hair looked at me, and Qing Jun’s face appeared a few moments near madness.

And the sky, covered in clouds, has finally collapsed at this moment.

The clouds were scattered and the trees fell, and this dream of a fairyland began to fall into ruins.

This nightmare is about to end. I took back the long whips and turned and was ready to leave.

But after him he suddenly called me, and his voice was soft, just as I first saw:

I like you. I’m sorry.

It’s just someone who’s not new.

I didn’t answer him, I stepped out of this ridiculous nightmare.

And among them is a white-haired god standing still by the fallen tree.

He stood there without moving, leaving his body undisturbed, white-haired, blood on his chest was long gone, and his presence was long gone.

If he could have found out sooner, if he had just said it…

But no if.

Jai Sang and Chang envied for over 300 years of teacher-to-teacher friendship. And the centuries of madness created by Jaessan still haunts him.

In fact, after I’ve recovered my memory and gained strength, I seem to care about nothing.

Retribution to former teachers who plotted to take my heart was supposed to be an exciting thing, but I felt nothing but a lack of taste.

The hatred of the past is now in my heart, and the wind blows, and it blows.

All the hatred is blown away, and the rest is empty.

I have seen a number of things well enough, and because I am clear enough, I have no idea.

These disturbances are not enough for me.

So when I noticed two familiar bodies at the edge of the pool, I was just a little bit.

A shadow, in blue.

A shadow, white.

The blue one is clean, and the white one is my “sister” who was destroyed by the fairy bones — the one who used my heart’s eyes even to use my former Lian Tai.

My sight falls light on the purified of green garments.

His face is older than it was before, and when I see the lurch next to him, I see what is going on.

Almost half of the netting was done at the cost of making the transition to the hyena of the dead.

No wonder.

I can’t stop laughing.

Look, isn’t there a way to fix the cactus?

Net.

Before and after the loss of memory, he was to me an elders of mercy and goodness.

Among the three gods, the most powerful are the purest and the most concerned with the world’s life. He will always guard the heavens and the earth for the sake of purity, so whatever prevents him from doing so, even a slightest threat, will be removed from it.

I’d rather kill 3,000 by mistake than spare one.

From the heartless, but from another angle, from the beginning of his birth, he is a combination of the heart.

On him there is no contrast between kindness and cruelty. All the points of departure are for the absolute balance of the heavens and the earth.

Perhaps it is because of this extreme idea that the sky, after creating it, has created the two gods, the Lords of the East and the East, in anticipation of a balance between the heavens and the earth.

It’s just that it’s not what it looks like.

After all, the sky has been asleep for too long.

In these millennia, the end of the sea cannot be transient, much less the changing spirits.

And I, perhaps, am just a little, but infinite, “threat.”

But why?

I looked down on the blue side.

He halved his power, and I am full of strength, even of the two gods.

It’s not my opponent.

My will to kill has risen.

The figure seemed to have been wrong, and he almost turned around.

But it’s too late…

No hesitation.

My whip has taken his skull.

And at that moment, the clean figure appeared before my eyes, and the green tortoise, after thousands of years, did not seem to have thought of his fate.

He looked me in the eye with a sharp shock, and he couldn’t give him the power. And there was only one word out of that mouth: “You…”

Bang!

And with a huge sound, it’s like the shell of a turtle cracks in front of my eyes.

And at the same time, it’s broken, and it’s purified.

And not only did I strike with the pure bones of God, but I took the heart and the use of it, but it was also murder.

Maybe I never thought I’d die.

Or with this death.

Or is it in the hands of “envied” that he thinks he’s gone forever?

He couldn’t even react, and the word “you” in his mouth became his last voice in the world.

One of the three gods, who has lived for thousands of years, ranks first and foremost — dead.

But then a tortoise fell in the thunder.

It’s dying, but it’s breathing.

It’s a chance.

“Fifteenth Avenue, forty-nine of the sky, and one of the people. *And I looked at the little tortoise on the ground, and the sleeves waved, and the tortoise disappeared.*

And now she’s back to her eyes and she’s looking at the head of the thunder.

It’s the vision of the gods dying.

“You, how can you…” She looked at me with certainty and couldn’t believe what just happened. “You killed the Lord of Purge, and you…”

“… wouldn’t the gods die? “Why can’t he die if he dies?” I’m sorry.

This sister who was with me for hundreds of years, her body is my strength.

There is no force in this world that could have been fully integrated, even as sisters of the same life.

So, in her body, all kinds of power are scattered, like “the end of the crossbow.”

The presence of the Lotus, perhaps in the eyes of some, is simply a “one-way chance” of saving life.

I know I shouldn’t blame her.

Because, as a “sister” a thousand years ago, she loved my “sister” with all her heart and soul, even though she became a “love” under the Bassan and looked at me from time to time.

But it’s because of that ridiculous feeling that it’s never going back.

Four hundred years ago, the “sister” self-destructed the “sister” because she hurt her sister, but 400 years later, the “single” came back to life because he was jealous.

But whether “sister” or “sister”, “loan” or “envious” have in fact become the object of the gods.

And now I’m standing right in front of Lian’s body, inside her, my table, with my eyes, with my heart, calling me.

“How can you look at those who are in front of her, and she shakes her lips?” I’m sorry.

He saved her life.

And now this man, the Jealous, killed him with his heart!

You’re one of the three gods!

Liang Yiu’s hand is full of cactus, and her eyes are close to her envy.

Strangely, however, the envy did not touch her, even with complex eyes.

“That strange feeling again. “When Liang was first with Ivy, the kind of familiarity and closeness that she could ignore came to her heart again.

Lian consciously covered her chest, and she bit her teeth and raised her head: “I didn’t know you were so vicious! Why did you do it? I’m sorry.

And Liang has just said this and saw the enviousness on the other side. As she smiled, she looked silently at her eyes and her eyes were sad, but she almost kept her heart shut and she couldn’t breathe.

He said, “I don’t know what to do. No harm?

Her tone was as if she had not taken those words at all.

“I don’t believe in fate. “But sometimes it has to be thought that fate is the result of every choice. And sometimes it is not for you or me. I’m sorry.

Lian’s power is running, and he’s staring at his enviousness, and he’s not moving.

And in this silence, the envious voice will be sounded softly.

“Sister, do you think?”

And just as I said that, my hands were re-emerging the power that belonged to San.

It’s astonished by my words to be standing there in the lurch, and it’s like a sudden awakening: “What do you want to do?”

But her words were not finished.

Because at the next moment, I have thrown that power into the lard’s forehead.

“Aah!”

The power, which does not harm the Lotus, only keeps running inside her, using all the Lotus before me as a medium to help her remember the past.

The hyena, the heart, and the power of the hysteria of the hymns, as well as the hymns of the hymns, usually operate within the hymn.

An earthquake in the sky, a fall of the gods.

But I’m by the pool, and I’m not moving, and the lightning, though flashing through my head, doesn’t land half over me.

Besides, even if it falls, I’m not afraid.

I’m looking at a bit of a complex look in the middle of a hyena wrapped up in power.

And in the power of the urn, the color of the face from red to white, even the sweat of the sweat, the memories of the dust seals are accompanied by these powerful forces that resurface.

“Lian Yi-hyun! Lian Yiu!

How are you?

Little Sister…

She opened her eyes.

“You’re awake. How are you feeling? * There’s a shadow right in front of you *

It’s Jung-hwa!

But Mr. Yunghua is already evil. How dare he come back to the fairies?

Liang-hyun, although he was a demon and intended to harm him, after all, he was in love with his brother and his sister, and she grabbed his arms and began to say, “Why are you back?”

But it seems that her body is uncontrollable and that her voice is weak: “Big Brother, Second Brother, Dongjun?” and – Master? When it comes to the last name, her voice brings a little joy, but soon is replaced by confusion: “Huh? Isn’t my Lotus station already… How am I now…?

“It’s all right, thanks to the teachers and the purified gods.” I’m sorry.

“I see. “Lynn doesn’t think and smile softly.

How does this conversation look like a meeting?

It’s like it happened a hundred years ago… but it’s not consistent with words. How can this happen again? I’m sorry.

She was in a coma because of the destruction of the Lotus Platoon … She was allegedly saved by the Holy Spirit and the teacher.

Yes, the Pure God, the Pure God, must have been hurt by the “Evil” and fell! How can…

And she remembers the power of envied ejection…

But now?

And in the heart of the lantern, the body looked up to a white-dressed god, and said, “Yes, master.” My sister was here during my coma? “She must be worried about me.” I’m sorry.

Sister?

Liang consciously remembered her “sister” before her envied strength, and the face of her five officials.

Her mind is shaken.

No, how? Sister, sister…

And when the Lord of the White Shirts had ablaze his mouth: “Beware, she is following the rectification. I’m sorry.

Following the Shinichi?

Who is it?

Who the hell is this sister?

But instead of thinking about it, this sister’s body is now in her mind–

A thousand years ago, two lotus blossoms were black and white, scrambling each other, spitting on each other.

And just remembering this picture, Liang’s head is like it’s gonna explode and it’s gonna hurt.

“Aah…”

And at this moment, when the lilies opened their eyes, everything around them changed.

She can feel the cuisine and the burning life in the body at this moment, and around the lush, around the familiar.

“Line, don’t be silly! I’m sorry.

“Yes, Little Sister! If it’s done, why do you have to?”

“Liandu! “There’s no more harsher than a teacher who is not far away, cold-eyed and quick to say, “This is how you repay us for having saved you with me and the Holy Spirit.” I’m sorry.

What are they talking about?

What’s life?

This scenario seems to have never been seen before, but she feels as if she knew each other.

She’d like to ask questions, but the body has started to scream hysteria: Careful? Master, Lord God, is that what you’re saying is to hurt my sister? I’m sorry.

How can you do this? Why lie to me, why can’t you replace me with my sister’s lilies? *She suddenly took away her voice while she cried * and said, * I said, “How can she live in the future?

Lotus?

Lian Tai… Have you ever lost the Lian Tai?

The cuisine gathers, and the luminous twilight feels.

And in the screams, Liang saw himself destroy himself…

And at this very moment, all the memories are back in their minds.

All these thousands of years.

It also includes who she is and who she is envious and who she is.

While these memories were all taken together, the scenes around Lin Yuen changed, and finally, as she opened her eyes again, she returned to her familiar place and stood in front of her with someone close to her heart.

The man is the jealous sister she has been with since she was born.

At this moment, the face of the lichen is full of tears.

But that innumerable memory, she can only look at the sister who has been separated for centuries.

It’s not just the Lotus Station 400 years ago, it’s the eyes and the hearts that she can feel now.

When I saw that familiar look, I knew that my sister had returned thousands of years ago.

And it came to me before I could react, and it held me in her arms.

The sound of her wailing, “Sister, it’s me, I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry…”

I move my mouth and I spit out two words: “Sister.” I’m sorry.

Lotus holding my hand tighter.

Her tears fell into my neck.

“Sorry, sister…”

Her voice is light.

And just as I was trying to open my mouth again, I was suddenly pushed away by my lurch.

Something’s wrong.

I look up.

And the lantern that hangs before me is looking at me with tears.

From her body, three rays float.

Almost for a second, I realized what these three rays were.

Sister, don’t–

“If I can do it again…”

At the same time, the three rays of light came into my body at once, and a self-destructing force suddenly cut me off from me as I waved a whip to stop what was before me.

“Don’t…”

“If we can start over…”

I didn’t stop her.

She had been known for a hundred years, so she ended her life with a self-explosion.

So soon, I didn’t even have time to say a complete word to her, and I didn’t say to her, “Sister, it’s not your fault.” I’m sorry.

In the midst of this heavens and the earth the thunder has stopped, but the white clouds of the sky have fallen softly upon us, with their hands and their whips.

It’s as if it’s a luminous response.

And in fact, she left nothing.

Only these lights.

Even if it’s gentle…

So she departed from me and from the heavens and the earth, in the end and not turning back.

My sister, she’s always been so gentle. But she will always be. In front of me, she’ll always be in front of me to protect me, no matter how dangerous.

Little Lotus, sister will protect you, don’t be afraid. I’m sorry.

A thousand years ago, my memory sister would hold my hand gently and open his smile.

“Why don’t I get to look adult earlier? So I can be sister. I was so upset, “Sister, don’t treat me like a child. I’m sorry.

“You will always be a child in my sister’s heart. She knocks on my forehead and suddenly says with a swirling tone, “But the other day the Holy Lord said to me, “Let me go to the Senderland and help the Holy Lord.” I’m sorry.

“Do you want to go?” I wrinkled.

She rubbed her frown off with her fingers and laughed: “I don’t want to leave our little Lotus, but my sister wants to try to be stronger to protect you.” I’m sorry.

And I followed her, with a smile: “If sister wants to go, go, I will always support you.” I’m sorry.

Forever.

But neither my sister nor I thought of it as the beginning of a lie, the beginning of a tragedy.

And after thousands of years, I couldn’t bear to hurt so many of my sister’s sisters, and I couldn’t bear to bear the name of “Lynn” again.

In front of me, self-destruct.

Can’t she have the courage?

But I never blamed her.

As if We were to drown me at a time when Our tears had not fallen.

When the wind came, Ben surrounded my white radium, and left with the wind, gently drifting.

A thousand years ago, he vowed to stay with me forever and to protect my sister.

So I lost in this heavens and earth the only one that was linked to my blood.

Family.

And there’s something that falls from the sky where the lilies disappear.

I thought about it and brought it to me.

It’s a radiant magma.

It’s a dragon. When I saw this specter, I saw it in my head.

Jun-hwa.

Of all these things that have happened to me, the others will be accomplices if they are the ones who plot. And there’s no room for this.

This man, Junhua, I have known his extreme character from the beginning. He’s extreme, very different from Dongjun. Yunghua was truly in love with the Lotus and was extremely controlling, and he treated me as if I was the Lotus, and in the process he never had any affection for me.

It’s useless to throw away.

Even for me, he’s disgusting.

But in one way or another, he and Dongjun are similar.

Yung-hwa can love her with all his heart.

But he shouldn’t prove “love” by hurting me.

Besides, this love hurts a lot.

I looked at the dragons in the palms and there were tears on the face, but there was nothing left but cold. And We held fast upon our fingers, and it was a plume of radiant, perhaps of a parchment, and with a flash of white light it broke into my hand.

But that’s when my back came and attacked.

And the wonders stood behind me, and with a loud sound I turned and saw a shadow behind me.

White-haired, Zheng Jun is like Jade.

I looked at him cold.

And then the owner of this figure turned around, and he was pale and his mouth was bleeding, and he barely smiled at me: “I envy you, are you all right? I’m sorry.

“Get out of the way. “I’m still looking the same.

I’ve been looking around Jassan and looking behind him…

Jun-hwa.

The fragrance of demons is different from the old days. His red eyes were staring at me, and a cruel smile appeared: “You’re still alive. I’m sorry.

“Long Jealous…” seems to be a bit of a worry about the face of the saliva.

“Get out of the way. “I can’t even look at him. I can’t say two words.

When he heard that, the light of Jaissan faded, and he opened his mouth and seemed to have wanted to say something, but in the end, instead of saying anything, he slowly withdrew to the side.

I can’t help but laugh at that crazy look: “Having San, you have today! I’m sorry.

He smiled and looked at me, “It is you.”

“What god did you kill? I’m sorry.

And I looked at him: “I killed not only a god, but also the eyes of a god, and the hearts of a god.” “Now, it’s your turn. I’m sorry.

As I speak, Yung Hua will remain still. And he grew his voice and laughed, and said: Lo! my sister-in-law! where have you hidden her?

I looked at him, “She died.” I’m sorry.

“…” the smile of Journey remains the same, “I say, “Where is my lote? Where have you hidden her?”

“She died. I’m sorry.

At the end of these three words, the face of Ben standing not too far came to me with force, and behind him was the true body of a dragon.

And I didn’t do anything.

So I stood there, and my voice was flat, and she was not yours. I’m sorry.

“Jonghua, you don’t deserve it. I’m sorry.

“You shut up!”

#Jonghua #

And the power of unhappiness has come to me.

I raised my hand.

Before the palm of your hand, the leash rises.

Not only do I have the strength of a million years ago, but also the results of my work over the centuries.

The collision of two powerful forces has caused the air to shake.

Bang!

“Boo-hoo.”

My skirts were swinging in the wind, and across me, my face was bled, and my face was staring at me viciously, and my teeth were screaming, “It’s impossible, are you…”

I’m in front of the lichen, and it’s spinning, and it’s blowing out a color like ink.

“Jonghua, you’re younger than me. I look at him, “It’s only a few thousand years old, and you’re right in front of me, right? I’m sorry.

When the pressure from the Great Fragment broke out, the fragrance of the face that was standing fell down, and when he heard me, he stood up and said, “You – do you know what happened?” How is that possible?”

“If you’ve remembered what happened before, how can you hurt Lotus? He yelled at me.

I looked at him in cold, and he was punched in the face, and his body fell again.

“I never hurt my sister. I said, “It’s you who hurt her.” I’m sorry.

The fragrance in front of me is staring at me, and the hate in my eyes is tearing me apart, and his voice is ringing, “It’s all your fault! Why are you alive? My Lotus was unique, but your presence broke it all! She was supposed to be alive… ..if only you could give it back to Lin’s. I’m sorry.

And his cold eyes looked at me like a water snake, and his mouth showed a cruel smile.

But when I heard those words, I was not provoked by him, and now my heart is calmer than I thought.

I look at Yunghua’s power as a dyke, and it’s light: “You want to blow yourself up?” I’m sorry.

He’s a stiff.

“You don’t think you can hurt me if you blow yourself up? I smiled, “How could I let you die so easily?” I’m sorry.

With my voice, my head rises.

And at this moment, I was floating on a platform that had washed over him.

“What are you doing?”

The sound of Yunghua’s horror is ringing, but he hasn’t been waiting for him to talk, and the light flashes, and the Lotus Plateau has locked him in.

The table rises, turns small and falls into my hand.

Lian Tai was constantly shaking in my palms and seemed to be able to resist, but quickly quieted down.

Who can resist before absolute power?

I was as if I was a return to the present, the clean, the strong.

Everything in this world is true.

I looked at the Lotus station for a moment and put it away.

There is certainly a good place for both of them in terms of their strength and purity.

Maybe in a way, I’m just like them.

I laughed, and I couldn’t help thinking about myself.

And as I tried to turn around and leave, Ben stood by silently and opened his mouth: “A long envious.”

I slightly overstepped.

His pale face appeared close to a good smile: “You will come back, will you?” I’m sorry.

“…” I’m silent for a moment, slow down, “You disgust me. I’m sorry.

After that, I turned my head and left the world without hesitation.

And the white-haired God, who was hardened in a moment, looked at nothing but that which was before him, and remained silent.

And not only is there a freezing ice in the swamp of the abyss, but there is also a hot fire of nature, and there are two springs running by this burning fire, which I cannot bear.

One is a spring that separates the sun from the sun, and one is a spring that is purest.

And I stood in the middle of these two springs, and with a flash of light on my hands, the repurified turtle appeared on his palms.

He is no longer a god, but there is, in fact, a little force in this tortoise.

And the plentiful plentiful of the sky,

This may be his last asylum.

But he can spare him, I can’t.

Whether it’s for me or for Lian.

I won’t forgive him for what he did before.

I watched the struggle of the turtle for a moment, and the next moment I threw it into a burning fire.

The flame gradually devours the little turtle’s body.

He may be able to survive with a few asylums, perhaps not. I looked down and laughed.

As for the other…

In my palms, there’s a lotus table, and there’s a figure on the top.

When he saw me, he went crazy, and his eyes were full of murder.

“Jonghua, here at the Fountain, pure and pure, I hope you will cherish it and return to Shindo.” I’m sorry.

I look at Yunghua, smiles and sounds slow.

The most painful thing for a man who has corrupted his face is to put his power on the fairies.

As soon as the heart moved, the fragrance that was trapped in the lurch had been released and fell uncontrollably into the pure white spring.

“Aah…”

Yunghua’s painful scream echoes in the swamp of the abyss, and his strength is brought to mind.

But at the same time, my valentine began to make the world’s most tenacious chain at once, strutting into the gushing spring again.

And the sound of a painful howling running through the heavens and the earth.

“I’m jealous, you hard-hearted–

“Kill me, kill me…”

In it is not only a spring of sanctitude, but also a spirit that eats meat.

The fish, perhaps, miss this new… magic. I smiled and looked back.

But at this point, before my eyes, a white luminous luminous radiance came to me.

I know what this is…

“God…”

And the gushing of the luminous butterflies began to flow in an instant, and drew gently into my sight.

At the same time, a gentle voice is ringing in my mind:

“You don’t think you’re too mean, do you?” I’m sorry.

In the voice of “the sky” there is no blame, no sadness, but confusion and curiosity.

I looked at the butterfly that fell at the tip of my nostril, bending softly and laughing and answering the question of “the sky.”

“I’m always in my heart, I’m not possessed, I’m not killing because I don’t want to, not because I can’t. I’ve always been such a tough guy. I didn’t like to be envious of that name, but the more I thought about it, the better I used to be envious, and there was no conflict between a person with a past and a person who wanted a future. I’m sorry.

“Oh, my God, can you tell?”

And it had a soft, white butterfly, stinging its fragile wings and then falling in my hair.

After half a mile, the gentle voice of tolerance in the mind resonates.

“I know. I’m sorry.

“I’m jealous. I’m sorry.

In that gentle voice, like the most dangerous and holy whispers, my name is tenderly revealed.

My smile was shallow, even I didn’t know I would relax in front of the sky.

But at the next moment, a familiar voice rekindled my thoughts.

“Sister. I’m sorry.

I consciously looked at the place where the sound came from.

It’s Yellow Springs.

And standing on the side of the Yellow Spring, I could not have known better.

“Sister. The man whispered at me again.

His face, his eyes, his eyes, two waves of tears, and the young gods, who used to be burning, were dying.

It’s Dongjun.

“Sister, I haven’t been your brother or a god in 100 years. And he smiled, and said, “If Dong-jun of the last, he would have been disappointed in me. I’m sorry.

Dong-jun looked at the yellow spring by his side.

And I moved my lips without knowing what to say.

“If he were the next, he would have done better than me. I’m sorry.

“Sister, I really want to see you again. I’m sorry.

On that beautiful face, full of tears, the lips of Dongjun tremble.

“Toungjun. I finally spoke.

And he, along with my voice, finally smiled.

On the side of the Yellow Spring, the young lord in red stood still, and above his head was a chariot of grief.

“Sister, I want to live forever. I’m sorry.

He softly dropped the last sentence.

Then, in our sight and in the sound of the thunderbolts, the Easter of this world was cast in the springs of the brooking.

Thunder shakes, dragons weep…

Then the Easter of one of the three went back to the way of return.

Everything in this world has been restored.

Whether it’s human or fairy.

When I saw Dong-jun again, it was decades later.

The little kid, with the face I’ve never known before, asked me: “Have I seen you somewhere?” I’m sorry.

I bowed down a little, rubbed his head gently, and laughed: “Look, the dragon car is coming for you. Go and raise the sun.” I’m sorry.

He turned his head and saw a figure.

The man who made the dragon car appear to wave to him and saluted me: “The Gods do.” I’m sorry.

“Go ahead. I’m sorry.

“The gods will do their duty.” “The little boy showed me a smile, and he turned around and went to the other side.” I’m sorry.

After it will be a rising sun.

And I stand alone in the clouds, watching the rising sun.

As the sun shines upon all things, a white butterfly falls gently on my shoulder.

And the voice of the heavens, as always, is gentle.

“And fear not that no one will love you. It is heaven’s love to you.

Thou art blessed with the power of eternal life, and thou rememberest the mountains and the seas,

As old as old and as long as life. I’m sorry.

After that, I was envious of being with God.

Thousands of years.

Some of the end of the conversation:

Even if we end up here, it’s all around causes and consequences, and nobody wins. It is not known that the weight of the body is dead or alive, that the heartless san continues to live for thousands of years, and that the reincarnation is no longer the former Dong-jun. I’ve lost my sister’s envy and, fortunately, the company of God.

Here again, thanks to the little friends who accompanied me through this text, as well as to myself for not abandoning it or for finishing it. All those who wish to see this text believe in themselves, on whatever path, that it is most important to look at themselves and stand by them.

Then perhaps there will be a second brother, a second brother, a third brother, and a second brother, and a second brother, who will be envious.

Welcome to my new collection, the sweetest — when you go to your teeth and you find out that the doctor is an ex?

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And another finished article, “The Moon sets in my arms”:

Do you have any of those bouquets in the High Ridge that have been seduced by the lady? – Yes.

What would you do if you were a double? – The answer from Buddha on the bridge.

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.