Wu Xian sneered: "Bachelor."

"..."

Uro language stop.

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Shi Wuluo sank himself into the medicine pool.

He crossed his hands and quietly looked up at the stalactites at the top of the pool. The clear and cold water dripped from the tip of a stalagmite growing upside down and landed on the water surface, making a crisp tick, as if counting time.

tick.

tick.

In the bottom of Shi Wuluo's heart, there has always been a timed water leak, and the water inside has been falling, making a crisp sound.

When he was alone, he wasn't really looking at anything.

He was just counting the pace of time.

One day, one month, one month, one year.

Year after year, never ending.

Before, the speed of water dripping in that funnel was so slow that each drop seemed to travel a long, long distance. But after a certain day, at certain times, it suddenly fell so fast that it was too fast for people to know what to do.

For example in Licheng.

The result of forcibly activating the secret technique is that the Ruomu Ling Puppet is shattered inch by inch.

He couldn't help grasping Qiu Bodeng's hand tightly, knowing that he could meet again later, but he still felt reluctant... When he saw that person, the tick of the water leak was so fast that it was frightening, making people feel terrified. want to freeze it, so that time will stop just like that and stop flowing.

Every moment is like a stolen dream.

The slightly hot potion rolled over the wound, causing a slight pain while making people drowsy.

Shi Wuluo closed his eyes and let his consciousness gradually sink into the darkness.

Once upon a time, dreaming was his greatest fear.

Once you sink into the dream, you will see the bright red figure falling from the sky. Time and time again, he tried everything he could to reach out, but he could only watch and couldn't do anything. But he is so eager to dream, because only in dreams can he see that person.

"I'll catch you."

Before sinking into darkness completely, Shi Wuluo said softly.

To myself, to another person.

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Qiu Bodeng rested his chin on his arm, and tapped the table lazily with a folding fan in his free hand.

Lu Jing felt noisy and protested a few times, but Qiu Bodeng just didn't hear it - he hated the dead silence, when he was alone, as long as he didn't fall asleep, he had to make some noise. In the previous life, under the discipline of Jinyou, Young Master Qiu didn't have a single friend. Even so, he commanded his followers, and he would command a commotion.

To be crowded, to be lively.

What more do you want?

Qiu Bodeng turned his head and stared at the clouds outside the flying boat without saying a word.

If the wooden puppet shattered, the sleeves were suddenly empty, making people uncomfortable.

It's really strange, obviously hanging such a small puppet in the sleeve, which is only a few days, logically, it is far from the time to develop a habit.

The color of the clouds gradually turned into a reddish red.

Qiu Bodeng's fingers paused for a while, he remembered the day when the sunrise in Licheng... The golden sun was hanging high, the rain was continuous, and the fish was swimming gently beside them, the man clasped his finger and kept gently trembling. At first, he thought the man was nervous, but later found out that it was not right.

Not nervous.

It is to endure the pain as if nothing had happened.

What kind of pain can make someone like Shi Wuluo unable to restrain the trembling of his fingertips? And why didn't you leave Licheng even when it was so painful? Is he stupid?

Simply stupid.

"Go back to your southern border."

He broke away the hand that was intertwined with himself, turned around on his own, and walked towards the city gate on the stagnant water.

"Remember, you owe me a drink."

"it is good."

The answering voice from behind was very soft.

At that time, Qiu Bodeng wanted to look back, but in fact he never looked back. What else could it be? When the secret method was lifted, all the real and unreal images either faded away like ink and wash, or shattered like billions of light dots... No matter which one it was, he hated it very much.

He hates leaving.

So he never said goodbye.

As long as you don't see it with your own eyes, you will never leave.

"I'm going to paint Wu."

The last thing he said was just... Can someone really understand what he meant?

Qiu Bodeng is a little uncertain.

"Eh? The sunset is so beautiful." Lu Jing glanced at Qiu Bodeng and praised.

"Sunset?" Zuo Yuesheng, who was paralyzed on the side, caught something keenly, bounced up, glanced at the window, and immediately shouted excitedly, "It's here! Qiwu Mountain is here! Bo! We are so lucky, the timing is so coincidental. !"

While speaking, Tianxuezhou began to descend slowly, and the sky was changing rapidly, like lava pouring, the red and gold paints collided and harmonized, and the sky became the most magnificent canvas. Immediately after that, there was the scorching wind and the sound of the tide that overwhelmed the other. Even in the flying boat, you could feel the warmth of the wind and the mighty tidal wave.

Zuo Yuesheng shouted excitedly, waving his arms up and down:

"Hurry up! Hurry up and get ready!"

"You'll be able to see the Golden Crow Zairi in a while!"

"The Golden Crow is coming soon!"

Chapter 45

Yaogu is inland, far from the sea. Lu Jing came out of his mother's womb. This was the first time he saw the sea. His heart was full of excitement, and he wanted to write a poem. Unexpectedly, as soon as the mouth opened, a hot wind passed directly through the throat and penetrated into the five internal organs and six lungs.

The wind blows down from the sky!

Qiu Bo Deng has never heard such a thrilling flapping of wings. Together, thousands of miles of sea water are discharged to the left and right, and the waves are thrown into the sky, soaring into a high wall and then crashing down. Before it can be broken into snow, it will melt.Make a cloud of steam.The chirping resounded through the heavens and the earth, accompanied by the sound of the long gold and iron lock being pulled.