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The Great Wild Cloud Whale carried the mountains and swim slowly from the air.

The huge skeleton was shined clearly by the dark red sun. The hanging ribs have a long and elegant beauty. Large and small, the faint blue -light fish swimming between its bones. The wind brought up by the fish swimming, a row of red lanterns hanging under the eaves of the blue and gray eaves shakes.

Different from the dull and ugly people imagined.

Today's ghost has a beautiful and beautiful city.

Every evening, the sun passes through the Northwest Tianmen and enters the desert to rest. The sun at the rest is very soft, unlike the world, making people dare not look directly. A dark red round, hanging over the ghost city, illuminating the Word River that surrounds the city like magma. The faint, cold blue smoke rises from the ground between the truth and reality ... All these show a unique sense of beauty different from the world.

The ghost city is built with a dark green stone with jade, and the lofts that are high and low are surrounded by a tower in the middle.

When the weather is good, it is suitable for the "sun" on the top of the tower.

——In example.

The dark red clothes fell from the edge of the soft collapse and dragged to the ground, and the color was very beautiful.

The owner of the clothes was lying on the leg of the other person, punching his head with one hand, and rolling the book with a lazily hand. The lanterns on the eaves outside the tower swayed, and the shadow cast on his face shaking together, the face showed a hazy and confused beauty in the dimness.

Divine Wuluo's low -eyed eyebrows belonged to the slender fingers of an adult man with a thin hair. Under the dense and long eyelashes, the cage is clear and cold.

Reading a thin light.

He watched a thin light.

They have been sleeping together for a long time ... Maybe ten years, maybe hundreds of years, maybe only a few days. They did not have the concept of passing the passage of time, but sometimes, the light lights would suddenly come over and bury their heads on his neck, and he would hold him together and fall asleep.

"... Waiting for everything, I don't do it, don't you be the god of the world anymore, okay?"

At that time, in the cloud, he slowly asked what had been thinking for a long time.

……it is good.

He didn't wait for Shi Wu Luo to be happy, and suddenly he tightened his fingers unconsciously and asked in a low voice.

"... but Allow, what do I do?

"What do I do, so that I can no longer be the prince? What can I get out?"

——The he really doesn't know, I really don't know what he should count and what to do. I really do n’t know what to do, how to escape from Fan cage ... His voice shivered with his unknown, like a person with a cold to the extreme, when others asked him what he needed, I stumbled, and I couldn't even say a word.

He was used to listening to the call for others.

But I don't know how to call for help.

Shi Wu Luo pointed his abdomen against his cheek and hugged him into his arms: you promised, follow me.

... Allow, can I be a coward? Be a deserter?

He was asking.

The sound is begging.

why not?

Shi Wuluo Ning's lazy face seemed to be a lazy lantern.

All things always require a god to be brave, a god to be tough, a god to have no fear of everything, a god to be indestructible after being broken, to ignore the scars and go to the future... But pain is pain, torture is torture, an individual, a spirit, How many things can one soul carry?

To keep an individual from collapsing in pain is in itself a despicable malice.

It is obvious that the other party can no longer breathe, and he needs to be firm and brave, and he needs to say something softly:

ah? Isn't it all over?

But it's not them who have gone through ten thousand years and three lives and three deaths. It's not them who have betrayed relatives and separated from each other. It's not them who are struggling. It's not them who have been crushed into powder. The line of the side face was suddenly grasped.

"How long have you been watching, can't you see enough?" Qiu Bodeng looked at him from the bottom up, with a smile in his eyes.

The wizard Luo let him play with his fingers and said in a low voice, "Yeah."

Chapter 177

...how can you be so honest?

Qiu Bodeng snapped the words book that he didn't know what he was writing, and pulled Shi Wuluo's hand in front of him. After a while, he tucked his fingers in, the roots of the fingers were close to the roots of the fingers, and the palm of the hand was close to the palm of the hand, leaving no space. . After a while, they parted childishly again, and only lightly pressed the fingertips of plain white powder.

The man's hand hangs down quietly, clearly illuminated by the light.

nice.

Arlo's hands are beautiful.

Skinny, cold white.

A little bit of force on the tiger's mouth and the shadow on the navicular bone of the hand brought out a cold sense of power. It was the hand holding the knife, as if it was born to be silent and coldly hidden in the darkness... Actually, it is difficult to compare with "gentleness". The words are equated, but at this moment they are quietly in the palm of Qiu Bodeng.

Let him turn over and turn around.

Very bullying.

Qiu Bodeng thought about it, and when he heard Shi Wuluo answer honestly, "Yeah", he couldn't help but pull his finger to his lips and took a bite: "Look at it again? Look at it again. Got the money."

He was just joking.

The young man's breathing was slightly chaotic for a moment.

"What?" Qiu Bodeng keenly caught Shi Wuluo's abnormality, and half stood up and asked, "What bad thing do you want to do?"

The boy's tone was clear and clear, but when it was lowered, it was a little rusty, as if it was fine, fine-colored golden granulated sugar was milled close to the eardrum, indescribably sweet and provocative, easily arousing the desire of an adult man. He himself didn't seem to notice that there was anything wrong with it.