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Historical traces.

Deep high wall, bright yellow building, flying eaves Yu.

Laughter, no laughter, and sharpness.

"You dare to hit me~~~?"

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts.

The brocade-clothed child covered his face and shouted pain, but although his face hurt terribly and needed to be covered with his hands to comfort the pain, his eyes were not wrinkled at all because of the pain, and there was not a trace of tears.

Fortitude.

Tenacity.

Although he has had this beautiful character since he was a child, this still can't change the fact that he is a child, he is beaten and bullied, and he will inevitably cry out in pain.

"Hey~~. ”

The winner will sneer.

This victorious child in gorgeous clothes, at a young age, has already learned to make the sneer that belongs to adults a three-point god.

Arrogant.

Like an adult, he was arrogant, his head was raised by three points, his eyes were very wide, and he saw the brocade-clothed child who covered his face with his hands, and there were too many smug sneers in his mouth: "Success and defeat, my brother, you can't beat me, you will be by my side in the future, and I will protect you." ”

What do they know?

They of the emperor's family seem to understand it very well.

"Hmph~~. ”

After hearing the words of the child in Huayi, the child in brocade was full of indignation and shook off the hand that was hiding his face, revealing a dark face.

Staring.

Glaring viciously.

"Who needs your protection, who needs your side?"

Rhetorical question.

This rhetorical question, of course, expresses the unwillingness of the heart.

"Haha~~. ”

Laughing, laughing at the Quartet, Jinyi Hui and Huayi kept doing joy and cold in the deep high wall, Ming Huang Building, and Flying Eaves Yu.

Child.

Lose more and win less.

Child.

Win more and lose less.

The brocade child became a brocade boy.

The same.

Opposite him, the Huayi child took the lead in growing up.

"Hey~~. ”

Victors often sneer.

The young man in Huayi was dressed in military uniforms and blood, full of glory and full of pride, and when he saw the young man in brocade, he said arrogantly: "My brother, you better give up, you can't beat me." ”

Do not give in.

I was used to being beaten when I was a child, so how can I give in now, not to mention that I haven't won.

"Hmph~~. ”

A resolute face, a firm face.

The brocade-clothed young man snorted coldly, and roared in a low voice: "Yes, brother, I don't know if you have slacked off when you return far this time, maybe, my brother has surpassed you today." ”

"Hey~~. ”

Not a winner, though.

But the brocade-clad boy has learned the sneer of the victor.

"Haha~~. ”

The victor successfully grew into a proud man, he was proud when he was a child, and now, almost with empty eyes, said: "I followed my father to travel this time, but I have benefited a lot on the battlefield, bloody battles, bloody killings, breakthroughs are like drinking water, the achievements can be described as amazing, so that no one has tried it, since my brother is interested, I will not show mercy." ”

boasting that you can't be ruthless, it's really ruthless.

"Whew~~. ”

Burning breath.

The corners of the mouth are stained with blood.

The corners of the eyes are bloody.

The skin is blue and the face is swollen.

The skin is open.

Whether the young people are dressed in brocade or in gorgeous clothes, they have worked hard, and in the shortness of breath of each of them, they must have thought that they have won.

Didn't fall.

They all won.

"Whew~~. ”

Young man, in a house, standing in a tall building, standing in the wind, his skin is green and his face is swollen, and his skin is so proud.

They stood together in the hunting wind and looked at the west gradually sinking dusk, the young face, the dusk dotted, the top of it is quiet, and the top is so proud.

"Haha~~. ”

Huayi and Jinyi laughed together.

Hua Yi turned around, his proud gaze fell on Jinyi's younger brother, his face was proud, and he said very domineeringly: "Brother, when I ascend the throne as the emperor in the future, I will definitely slaughter all ethnic groups to restore the divine power of my martial country." ”

"Whew~~. ”

The wind blows loudly.

The wind blows, and the sound is far away.

Jin Yi was seeing, Jin Yi was also listening, his eyes were a little meaningful, but he did retain a rare calm on his face, and said in a low voice: "Brother, if I become the emperor in the future, I will definitely appease all families and restore my Wuguo Sheji." ”

"Whew~~. ”

The wind blows loudly.

The wind blows, and the sound is far away.

The wall will always have ears, and it will be two people who will listen, openly and secretly, and there will always be more than that.

Divinity?

Social Enterprise?

There is no difference between these two, they also say Kuang Fu, but the prefix of their prefix is indeed different, Hua Yi said 'slaughter,' Jin Yi said "appease," who is more clever?

Glance.

The essence between the two is the same.

'Kill. ’

An eternal theme, an eternal base point.

Shenwei is more often obtained by fighting, and the stability of the society is too much, and too many times it does not rely on any pacification at all.

Without the bloody deterrence of force, who will listen to you.

This point, the brocade-clothed young man who lives in the high wall Mingyu doesn't understand, he is smart, but he understands it too well between whispers and eyes.

Clever.

When you are proud, you can reflect a person's intelligence.

A wise person always knows what to say where he is, because he understands it too well, and if you want to speak well, you also need others to listen well.

He's smart.

The young man in brocade is smart.

So he succeeded.

The brocade retreated, the emperor's shirt shirt, ascended the throne, was alone on the high platform, facing the south and called lonely, from then on the only one in heaven and earth, honored as the Son of Heaven, he was the only emperor of this land.

"My Emperor, long live, long live, long live. ”

A piece of spine.

Huayi is dressed in the body, but this time it is so clean, there is no blood on it, and there is also his backbone under the high platform, Jinyi ascends the throne, the younger brother ascends the throne, the brother bows his head, the elder brother bows his head and is called a minister, and he is the emperor's side.

The Guardian.

"Whew~~. ”

Cold~~.

The sun is shining on the high platform, the wind and cold are all over the body under the high platform, people retreat, and Hua Yilang is mixed in all kinds of old horses, slowly retreating and leaving.

Too many people on the way.

But he was alone.

His pride prompts him to be alone, his pride makes him unable to tolerate others, step, step by step, line, slowly, people want to be independent, but the sky does not fulfill people's wishes, you can only be alone in the depths of the crowd.

"Are you unwilling?"

"Giggles. ”

Tremors: 'Yes. ’

"Are you not convinced?"

"Giggles. ”

Tremors: 'Yes. ’

I once thought that it must be my own thing, but one day I woke up in a dream and found that it was already nestled in the arms of others, so how can I be willing and convinced.

"Hey~~. ”

Sneer.

There must be an evil ghost hidden in the heart of the young man in Huayi, and he spoke again.

"Then you will take me and kill him. ”

His voice.

The voice of the heart.

"Giggle~~. ”

The sound of cold teeth, cold teeth.

The voice in his mouth is too much like the sound of being alone and shivering.

After a long time, there was only a chill in his mouth, and his body was only cold, only these, and nothing else, although the young man was proud, he had not yet reached the point of madness.

"Whew~~. ”

The sun and the moon rotate.

The troubles of those who were once will surely become the troubles of today's people.

What people once said when they were young will soon be verified, he said appeasement in his daily brocade clothes, and when he was wrapped in imperial clothes, he did find that appeasement would only be arrogant and arrogant, and ushered in a monstrous arrogance.

"Hey, hey~. ”

In the darkness, the emperor sneered, and he said to Hua Yi, who bowed down the steps, "Then slaughter it." ”

"My Emperor, long live, long live, long live. ”

Jin Ge Iron Horse.

Do you keep it?

The war is raging.

Here you go.

The blood of all nations is poured out.

Let me see how strong you really are?

The Huayi military costume blood slaughter created the martial arts might, and the Huayi military costume blood slaughter created the peace of the martial country, and he alone became the only backbone of this behemoth too many times.

"Haha~~. ”

Arrogant.

Bloody arrogance.

Everywhere the blood goes, no one obeys, even in the proud body, he prostrates, in the strong backbone, he destroys, even in the strong mountain gate, it is a minister, the stubborn building, it is broken.

Either people prostrate themselves and call them vassals.

People, either destroy and die.

There is no other way, only option.

The same is true of the mountain gate building, destruction is a way, low and residual breath is a path, where the blood goes, must be chosen, where the blood goes, the mountain gate is broken, and the triumphant song is played.

proud, very noisy.

"Giggle~~. ”

Teeth trembling in a pool of blood.

He had already knelt down, but the fear in his heart was still unstoppable, and a pair of eyes timidly glanced over and over again in the blood mist.

He's coming.

Blood-colored shadow, the form of the devil.

"Knock~~. ”

The head was chiseled into the ground, and he bowed his head respectfully and said: "See His Majesty the Emperor, you are blessed with great fortune, you are the first in the world, and you are the first person in the world." ”

"Haha~~. ”

Pride casts arrogance.

Proudly ignited the blood of his heart.

Emperor?

Many times, the emperor would not kill people personally, and the person who knelt on the ground eventually became a pile of dry bones, he died, and he was killed by Huayi and blood.

The man died, but his voice lived.

And it's so good to live.

People in the world are the same, inherited through the ages, the mouth remains the same, all kinds of majesty in the world prevail, all kinds of demonic winds in the world are blowing, and all kinds of rumors about Chinese clothes and bloody uniforms are raging in this world.

'Hehe~~. ’

The emperors of the ages are jealous, you are high, and he is jealous.

The emperors of the ages hate, you are the first, he hates.

How ruthless the emperors of the ages are, you are a brother, you also have to die.

"Hey, hey~. ”

The emperor laughed.

Alone, alone and cold.

He may call himself a 'widow,' but he can never be alone, and you, though you are in the depths of the crowd, are alone too many times, at many times.

Alone.

Alone.

The Blood Emperor was covered in blood, and he didn't die by luck, in front of the Buddha urn.

The proud spine bent, the proud head nodded to the ground, the proud knees knocked on the ground, lowered his head and wept, choked up, and whispered: "Buddha, have I kept it?"

Bow your head.

Smoke fills the room.

It is the compassionate Buddha who is compassionate and cares about the world, he looks at the futon kneeling on the ground and is thin, he is weeping in the slightest, but the Buddha who is crying does not make a single answer.

"Buddha, have I kept it?"

People ask.

In the question, Hongchen's hair retreated, and in the question, a body of blood was broken, and in the question, the blood emperor retreated a body of blood, and the moonlight monk's robe covered the body, and I am also a kind person.

"Amitabha!"

Before the monk knocks on the Buddha, he recites the Buddha lightly, he is so quiet.

It's quiet here, but after this piece of land was stabilized by Shenwei Kuang and the world left him, it was destined to be difficult to be quiet, and the departure of the Blood Emperor was indeed the arrival of more blood stains.

Outside the clean high walls of the Buddhist gate, the hustle and bustle continues.

Outside the clean high walls of the Buddhist gate, the hustle and bustle of the blood wave sandwiches the high temple.

Outside the clean high walls of Buddhism, the hustle and bustle is clear, a country is broken, and a surname is dead.

The Buddhist gate is clean and high within the high walls, the red dust is broken, I said I didn't hear it, do you believe it?

"Amitabha~~!!"

It turned out to be 'Zuo Chi Ren. ’

"Huh. ”

It turns out that this is me, and history is remembered by me.