But isn't it just a myth every day?

The broken picture intertwined in the mind and overlapped.

After a while, the fantasy "myth" recorded on the pages of the book is the absurdity that seems to have experienced themselves.

He has a headache.

There is something to break away from the shackles.

Perhaps it was his time this time for a long time. Lan Yu girl who was sitting beside him for a long time found something wrong and shouted anxiously: "God, God, what happened to you?"

yes.

What's up with him?

Why are such sharp emotions surging in the chest?

The revenge light turned over.

He saw horror on the girl's face.

In those clear and clear pupils, the light lamp found the answer that frightened her -a large piece of white in his own body turned red, red like flowing fire. At the same time, the pupils of the revenge lamp also printed the girl's face ... Time passed on the green face, and the blue of the corner of the eyes opened quickly, like the Qing and Hua Zi wiped it on the rice paper, and instantly. It becomes ancient.

"What's wrong with you?"

... you are crazy.

The crisp sound overlap with the mean sound.

After a while, she was a young girl, and she was a charming and poisonous moon mother for a while.

Qiu Bo Lan stood up and stumbled back.

The trunk of the Fusang suddenly broke, he fell from the air, and the air flowed through his ears. The harsh sadness rang the world, Jin Wu dragged the chain to fly to the sky, and the flames fell up from the wings of Jinwu, stretching to the eight -pole mane and burning in the fire.

Black smoke rolled.

The process of falling became extremely long, as if the distance from the ground was very far away, as if he did not fall from the tree, but fell from a high altitude.

He was the first, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

fire.

Burning fire.

Cangqing's mountains were flooded with red, the wooden house on the white water turned into ashes, and the flowers of pink peach, silver, blue goose yellow no longer existed ... The giant tiger that once played with tail rolls of Suzaku runs in the mountains, cold iron arrows The cave penetrated its forehead; the suns who grew up fell one by one, and the fiery red feathers were dyed on the sludge;

No drum.

No good song.

The figures gathered together.

——You always have to give me and give us an answer!

The laughter of hatred sounds high.

... Who hates him? Who is blame him? Blacks rose into the sky. Those vague shadows, those dead souls laughed beside him, there were so many hatred in the laughter, and hatred formed a vortex that devoured hope. He hurt in the vortex.

He remembered.

He remembered why he escaped from Candan regardless of everything.

He wants to escape before being swallowed by this vortex ... This is not his first dream, but since he met the woman named "Mother" in Candan, the dream became more and more realistic. Essence He faintly had a hunch. If he did not escape, he would really be swallowed by the vortex of hatred.

But he couldn't rush out of this vortex.

Early laughter, sad cry, desolate singing ...

Snake twist at the end of the nerve.

Qiu Bo was curled up in the fall, covered his ears tightly with both hands, and didn't want to listen to it. It is useless, and those sounds cannot be stopped ... He doesn't want to be devoured by those voices, he doesn't want to be completely swallowed by himself ... He doesn't want to become a madman who is deeply sinful and must not forgive.

Suddenly, someone's voice over the resentment curses.

……I like you.

Sound cherishes solemn.

Turn off the vortex over and over again.

A lone lamp ignited in the darkness.

The hatred of the revenge lamp opened the hand covering his ears and stretched to the only fire.

He shouted a name subconsciously:

"Allow."

help me.

………………………………………………

Xuancheng Tea table flippling people.

"Do you dare to scold again?"

Lu Jing raised his punch aggressively.

The cloth shirts that were kicked out of the wall hit the wall, slipped to the ground, got up again, cough, twisted his face, and laughed hysterically: "Why can't I scold him! Why can't I scold him! My father died dead! It's dying! My sister is dead! My lady is dead! My son is dead! Hahaha! Hahaha! I'm dead! "

Lu Jing raised a fist in the air.

"It's dead! I'm dead!" The scholar laughed back. "Hahaha, I saved the money for ten years, and I dare not copy books to others for ten years. Flowers, I am savage ... I have enough silver, and I have enough silver in Xuancheng. I can finally take them all over to enjoy the blessing ... I wait, wait for the deserted team, wait for the bring, and wait for the brought to bring. My lady goes to pick a bronze mirror she likes, take my son to buy the osmanthus cake he has never eaten ... "

"wait……"

He slowly slid down against the wall, reached out and covered his face, and tears rushed out of his fingers.

"I specifically explained them, don't save that money, and walk with the big deserted team ... Think about it and be afraid, I'm afraid that my father and mother will give me the two silver two, so I have to run through the entire spin city. People ask Lao Shi to bring them over ... I have a thousand friends and generations, please take care of my father, his legs are not good ... "

"Ha! What is the use of explanation? The daytime track has changed! They are dead!"

Lu Jing took a step back.

"Hahaha are dead!" The scholar raised his head, laughed madly, and twisted his face, "Why can't I scold! I care about his ancestor of Taiyi, a good person and bad! My wife, my wife and children are dead! I have nothing! Why can't I hate him! Why! "" Why! "