Black?

Is black the darkness of the sky?

Probably, it is generally understood that it is dark when you can't see around, but too many things don't stop because you see it with your eyes and because it's dark.

"Knock~~!"

Bang.

The sound of an iron hammer slammed against the dead stone, and the reverberation of this sound was really hard, and the fierce sound was already a buzzing eardrum.

It's not just the sound that proves it.

Now his arms are faintly hurting because of the fierceness of this sound, and his palms are full of bubbles.

The hammer fell.

The stone foam was a small piece of slag, and they seemed to want to leave this dark place very much, so from the moment they left, they all ran in the wind.

Probably really want to leave.

Now that they have their own hammers, they finally have a chance to leave.

But?

I don't know if it's the wolf's heart and dog's lungs, or the joy of the fish, if you're not a stone, how can you know whether the stone wants to leave or continue to stay in the dark?

On the way to escape, the flying stones that were smashed open actually slashed over their own faces and cut over their own bodies very shortly.

I don't know if it's revenge or intentional revenge.

Scarlet.

In this place where the fingers could not be seen, the blood was red that could not bloom its eyes.

'Heh~~!'

Black among them.

There is this darkness that covers you except that you know that you are bleeding because you feel pain, and how can others know that you are hurt.

"Hehe~~!"

Even if someone knows what to do.

It's so dark here, and it shows that it's definitely an indifferent world.

This indifference is bloody indifference.

A pit and a life, if you have the heart, you can hear the sound of the hammer in the land, but it is impossible to feel it bleeding with this heart alone.

And if you can't hear the echo in the soil for a long time, then you have to mourn for it.

It must have been dead for the sound to stop.

And I, Han Xian, who is in a hole not far away, must not be able to mourn for you, it's not that I lack compassion, it's just that in order to have food for myself, I can't care about silent mourning.

The only thing that sympathizes with you is the air.

Or maybe nothing.

Perhaps the dark and cold air here will also be the kind of indifference, and they will only mock the fallen life.

"Hmph~!"

Snort coldly.

This heavy cold snort was deeply hidden in the strong sound of the hammer, as if he was afraid, Han Xian didn't dare to express his dissatisfaction with himself.

"Knock~~!"

With a bang, the sound stirred up the rubble and splashed it.

After a stone is chiseled, another black stone that exudes cold is blocking the way in front of you, so what can you do, continue to chisel without dying.

People are not plants.

Besides, he hadn't been tortured into a fool by this black coldness, and he had already muttered a thousand times in his heart: 'Is this stone useful?'

Stones, broken stones useful?

I don't dare to say that it is useless, but it may still be of some use, because in the continuous excavation of the hammer, the stone fragments that splash out have been sent out by a special transmission collection device.

Is it possible to judge the usefulness of stones?

I don't know.

If you are interested in manipulating this dark existence, then you are really bad, don't you want to be a stone-smashing person for the rest of your life?

That's really faceless, and there really will never be a day to raise your head.

Hopefully it's a treasure hunt.

So if you say that you are digging treasures, you must have a lot of face.

"Whew~~!"

Exhaled, and muttered in a small voice: "Although I can't use the slightest Dao power now, I can be regarded as having seen the world, and this broken stone really shows something unique." ”

I don't know, I can't think of it.

There's no need to think about it at all.

For the existence that controls this darkness, you don't need to think about it at all, and your best use is to smash it brainlessly.

Don't want to be the best.

It's best to be numb.

It is best to be a lifting machine.

So what about Han Xian now?

Don't want to, is it numb, or has it become a machine?

I'm sorry, I don't know if it's because my brain is too good, or because of something magical that I can't stop, and I can't stop thinking about it at all.

How can you be numb to this?

And among them, I am more like I suddenly figured it out and had an epiphany.

'Are you stupid?'

I don't know why, my head was under the chisel of a heavy hammer, and I slammed it out with a rather reasonable scolding, and my hand slowed down slightly.

He was already muttering in a low voice, "Yes." ”

"Hehe~~!"

What?

What did Han Xian think of now, why did he smile and be happy, he actually laughed when he was tortured like this, what did he think of?

There are some things that you must not dare to put in your mouth.

But these words must have dared to be thought of in his heart, and his face was full of smiles, and of course he was proud in his heart, and said: "Then why are you working hard, not to build a house for yourself." ’

Wow, truth, it's not like you're digging stone to build your own house, so why work so hard.

"Yes, and I don't pay for it. ”

Yes, if the money is not in place, naturally I am not willing to work, I can't even eat, and I am even more bored to work, and the darkness at the moment is simply naked exploitation.

"Yes, you don't have to work so hard, it's light and heavy, I'm just here to eat. ”

Yes?

This one?

Han Xian, are you really numb, have you actually fallen to the point of eating mixed rice, what about your ideals, what about your ambitions, you came to the demon clan to 'raise xionghua'.

"Hmph~!"

After thinking about it, he suddenly snorted coldly in his mouth, and said: "What kind of mixed rice, how can I be mixed rice, I have to save my strength and find a way to leave." ”

Boom~!

One followed by another.

Keep the tempo and keep the rhythm.

This uniform rhythm is a deep and powerful proof that I, Han, am working first, and I am working hard and hard, after all, it is difficult to knock out this rhythm without heart.

"Knock~!"

That's it.

"Knock~~!"

That's it for two days.

"Knock knock~~~!"

Three days passed like this, and the conveyor belt that had been transporting gravel slag finally teleported itself out, and it was starving, and it was basically crippled by hunger.

But you know what?

The food was also limited, and a hungry and straight-eyed life like himself was given special care and given a piece of meat the size of a palm.

That's all, not a drop of oil is given.

That's it.

Three days later, a piece of meat was given.

"Huh~!"

Cutting his teeth and staring, he suddenly wanted to beat the three-inch bark that distributed the food, his spine was straight, his fists were clenched, and the atmosphere was suddenly tense.

"Hey~~!"

Sneer.

His face was blue and he didn't smile at all, it was the three-inch bark in front of him who was smiling, and a large group of sturdy bark behind him stood up with a laugh, all looking at him with a sneer.

It asked triumphantly, "Hehe, are you not convinced, do you want to find trouble?"

A group of one.

One against a group.

Han Xian don't be afraid, kill in, kill out, if you can't kill it cleanly at one time, then you are killing it in, you are killing it out, if it's not clean....

"Hehe~~!"

Laughed.

I smiled amiably, I nodded with a smile, and hurriedly said: "Big brother, how can I have it, I just see that you are too handsome to walk for a while." ”

"Whew~!"

My brother Han Xian, talking nonsense, be careful that the wind flashes his tongue.

"Hmph~!"

It was expected that the hot face would stick to the cold buttocks, and the bark at the head sneered: "You kid is really good at talking, but even if you tell a fact, I won't give you half a piece of meat more, get out, quickly disappear from Uncle Ben's eyes, otherwise you will feel good." ”

Nodding again and again: "Mmmm~~!"

Keep your head down, bend over and walk so fast.

Why do you bow your head, because you are afraid that the flames in your eyes will rush out and burn yourself, and bend down to hide your angry heaving chest from being discovered by others.

'I'm. ’

The heart is angry, the hatred bites the rough meat, the bite is three times five divided by two, the anger in the heart is even stronger, but the hand is already empty, hey, sigh, I am still hungry.

Eyes.

Looking left and right, you can only be hungry.

"Haha~~!"

At this time, suddenly the three-inch bark that distributed the food laughed loudly and said, "Cheap seeds, as long as you can find something of little value, we will definitely let you eat enough for meritorious deeds." ”

"Whew~!"

The wind blows.

Those who chew food continue to chew food, and there is no pair of eyes to pay attention to this bark except for themselves, and it may be useful to lie once, and no one will believe the lie after telling it too many times.

There is no doubt that this lie is still fresh in Han Xian's ears.

"Heh~!"

In the face of this cold ignorance, the bark seemed to be clear, and there was not much anger on the potholed face, and it lifted its withered fingers and staggered in the air.

Wisps.

Silk thread.

It's vague like a flower.

"Uh~!"

Seeing the blur, his pupils suddenly stagnated, flowers, what they are looking for is actually a flower, so could it be the flower they want?

"Hmph~!"

Bark gasped for breath and said, "As long as any of you can find something, we will eat and drink and entertain you, and return your freedom immediately." ”

"Whew~~!"

With a breath, the vague flower dissipated and became invisible.

And his head came to the palm side again, and the hammer was held very strongly in his hand, and his hands were clenched.

"Bang~!"

Firm and sound.

"Bang~!"

Strong and sound.

Are you stupid, why are you working so hard, it's to build your own house?

"Hehe~!"

smiled in his heart, and whispered in his smile: 'There is no place to find the iron shoes, it takes no effort to get it, don't be too lucky, I thought I would have to look for it for a long time, a long time, but now I know that I am so close to Fuxionghua. ’

Sweat rushes down the spine.

Sweat falls down the slopes of the backbone, sweat smashes hope, flowers in the stone, a hammer falls like a heart full of hope, there must be a few wants.

But the moment of falling is the moment of dashing hope, no.

Don't give up, keep coming.

Smashing, making hope.

Will the most beautiful flowers bloom in this filthiest place?

Is there anything wrong?

How beautiful the Holy Lotus is, it doesn't come out of the mud without staining.

Scold~!

May you break through this filth and get the hope you want.