"Heaven and earth, I am the only one!"

This is the first line of a book of the Void Heaven.

And, now, this Divine Void Heavenly Book is in the rest of his life in a plain white robe, in his mind.

So, it's weird.

Living beings often lament the impermanence of time, the excitement of the cycle of time, and the origin of cause and effect, often ignoring the most important point.

Heng Yusheng, who was sitting by the roaring bonfire, thought about this, slowly raised his head, looked at the dark night now, the dark night, squinted his eyes, and just looked up at it coldly, without a trace of emotion.

It's like, clay sculpture.

Another example is the same as rock carvings.

No one will know what he, now, in the end, thinks.

If you don't have experience, how can you experience it?

If you don't have an experience, how can you understand it?

If you don't understand, how can you understand?

If you don't understand, where do you understand?

Man, too self-righteous!

Man, too self-deceiving!

Man, too arrogant and ignorant!

Therefore, the rest of his life, who was covered in a plain white robe, squinted at the blood-red line eyes, and at this moment, like a demon, smiled.

That's right!

Demons should be such evil sneers, without a trace of human emotion, ruthless beast appearance, only in this way can the greatness and true goodness of God be set off.

This is, the world's habit.

Yes, Tianzhe.

The blazing bonfire was reflected red on his face, and the strings kept shaking, as if he wanted to melt constantly, and the heart in front of him that was already frozen as iron: Child, why do you want to be so self-injured and disabled, lose your merits, and fall into the path of demons forever, and not enter reincarnation?

Squinting at the blood-red line of eyes, smiling like a demon for the rest of his life, regardless of the hot red face reflected by the blazing bonfire, it's just, just like that, quietly, coldly continue to look up at it as black as ink, and continue to smile evilly.

"You and I are masters and apprentices, fate is over, he will enter the world one day, don't pass on my name. ”

Master's words are far and near, just in front of him.

People, barefoot and white-robed, send rebels.

Rong, affectionate, beaded and bright.

sound, sigh Qi Ming, break the difficulty.

Shadow, top the world, thin, melancholy and unclear.

"Sir, I'm a rebel, I really can't stand you!"

Master became a sir.

Squinting at the blood-red eyes, smiling like a demon, looking up at it as black as ink, his expression remained unchanged at all, and he shed tears.

Tears, burning, burning hearts.

Eyes, cold, frosty everything.

No one knows what is going on in his mind at this time, as if he is a clay sculpture or a rock sculpture, sitting by the roaring campfire, quietly squinting at the sky.

There are only two lines, tears.

Exceptionally shiny.