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In Ling Qi's ontological memory, there is a sentence called "Most successful marriages start with deception". Lewen Mobile Network

Maybe it's not a deception, but a sweet lie.

Who dares to pat their chests and say that they have shown their truest side to their other half from the beginning?

That's nonsense, unless the resources of both sides are not equal at all, otherwise a man who really does that is likely to have never "started", and he is destined to be lonely for a lifetime.

Although the scumbag is hateful, in fact, everyone wants to be a scumbag. That kind of hatred is more of envy, jealousy and hatred in terms of the same sex. Why does my girlfriend often leak air, but your wife has a lot of them, changing characters and changing tricks every day?

This kind of behavior is simply a waste of resources, and good cabbage has been arched by pigs, of course, it must be spurned.

But this can't change the fact that scumbags are often more likely to become winners in life in reality, because they understand the charm of language, and men are not bad and women are not loved, and sometimes they are really truthful.

Ask yourself, look at the reality, there are a few so-called good men who have become winners in life, not pick-up heroes.

In fact, this can't blame people for being too scumbag, if you cheat to achieve your goal, I believe that many people, when it comes to the end, will not refuse this option.

It's just that there are many people who don't understand this truth, or understand it, and don't know how to do it, or don't have the opportunity to understand it at all.

For many things, as long as there is a first time, there is a second and a third time.

For example, "Ling Qi" is like this.

There is no sin in deception, and there is love in deception.

What's more, the resources of the two sides are not equal at all, of course, it is the final say if there are many resources, and of course it will become a hall of words.

In the end, this elf girl will definitely be able to figure it out, and it doesn't matter if she can't figure it out, because she won't have a choice at all.

The young man wanted to take Yiya away, not because of love, but because this elf girl was quite obedient, had some strength, and was easy to use, and it was not bad to be a bed partner, so he didn't think about paying any sincerity.

The journey is lonely, there is a lack of a partner, that's all.

That cage is not a place for people to stay at all, the gods have been trapped for a long time, and they will be finished, and if they are truly loved, they will not take them to that kind of place.

Seeing the young man leave with the only god-level elf of the clan throughout the ages, the Great Elder was a little depressed.

This time, the patriarch of the Yagu tribe did not appear, and for good reason, messengers from other tribes arrived.

As for what exactly caused him to become estranged from "Ling Qi", it doesn't matter at all, because this tribe has no future.

"Grandpa. ”

The elven girl gave the gray-haired old elf a hug, unaware that she was going to say goodbye to her tribe forever.

The old elf smiled and did not speak.

His voice sounded in Ling Qi's mind.

"Please treat her well and cherish her. ”

The words of the old elf left the young man speechless.

But in the end, however, he replied in the same spirit:

"I will. ”

"You're really not going with us?"

As soon as this thought was transmitted, the young man began to regret it.

If the old elf really wants to go along, he will always open up a place for the other party to barely survive in that cage.

Anyway, this old elf doesn't have much time, but his strength is legendary, which avoids a lot of trouble.

"No, my home, my roots, are here. ”

"And, I've let you take the future of the clan with you. ”

The old elf laughed again, this time more genuinely than the last.

He has always been thinking about the tribe, but because he knows too much, he may think differently than ordinary people.

A good leader should never be immediate, but must know how to make trade-offs.

The continuation of a race, civilization or even a group is never the survival of a subject, but the inheritance of spirit and faith!

Of course, that's the last option, and it's really just a matter of leaving a little bit of tinder.

If there is a choice, sacrificing the minority to preserve the majority is what a true leader should do.

The young man was gone, and the old man just shook his head gently.

In fact, whether he mistrusted the other party or made the right choice this time, it was a huge loss or even a disaster for him and the tribe.

In fact, if he is right, the result will be more terrible than if he is wrong.

He looked in the direction of the Golden World Tree, and he felt the restlessness of the World Tree.

He knew he was right, that something terrible was about to happen, that it was coming.

Sadly, he was the only one in the know, made the right choice, only to have to face an even more terrible end.

Fortunately, after all, before this disaster that has not yet come, he did not make a mistake to the end!

The future of the tribe should not be a tree just to shelter from the wind and rain, but a living person, the civilization and spirit of the race.

This kind of concept, in the elven race, is so deviant and so enduring.

The old man looked at the sky, and the sky, which was originally full of light, had turned gray at some point.

This change came too quickly, as fast as a hand that had been ready to fall for a long time, and when the young man left, it finally fell.

"I don't know if what I did was right or not. ”

"After all, I can't guess if he brought this. ”

"But at least for now, it's better than having her be destroyed with us, isn't it?"

"The longer you live, the longer you see, the longer you see. ”

"Unfortunately, I'm so weak that I can't change anything. ”

"But it's because I'm so weak, so even just now, I don't have a choice, do I?"

"Hehe... I've never liked it, being confined to a cramped place, even if it's a secret place of my race, carrying glory. ”

"This time, I finally don't have to. ”

The old elf muttered to himself, almost watching the sky fall!

Under the fall of the sky, everything is shattered, and all cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods will perish!

The elves are like that.

"Can you not kill me?"

Among the stumps and severed bones on the ground, an elf spoke.

The metal man's expression did not change in the slightest, and it raised its hand, which was an invisible knife in its hand.

It was really an invisible knife, maybe it didn't even have quality, but it existed because the "God" who created this world needed it to exist.

So it can't be blocked, and it can't be destroyed.

Because it does not exist at all, or it exists only when it exercises the rights it is supposed to exercise.

Its power is destruction.

"It seems that I was really wrong. Seeing this, the elf let out a sigh and stopped struggling.

When many eyes are focused on this world, the elf team of a few hundred people is not known to be targeted by many people who think they are outsiders.

Some of them started to prepare for the back hand directly, and some even blatantly did not hide it.

But in the end, whether it was an open fire battle or a night walk in brocade, the result was the same.

They all lost, and the clever plan to divide the basket turned into a foolish act of digging their own graves.

"Click!"

The hand rose and fell, and the elf was cut in two.

In a distant world, in the same dilapidated tavern, the black-robed man in a single figure looked at the two glasses of ale on the table, and was a little sad for a while.

"Why don't you listen to me, old friend. ”

"We were all wrong, but at least I wasn't wrong, and you let out the real devil. ”

The black-robed man drank all the ale in front of him, and then drank the ale on the opposite table. Then he fell to the ground, and let the people around him let out a burst of exclamations, and there was no response.

In this world, there is no poison that can poison him, but there is indeed some kind of existence, once Bo catches the concept of his existence, he can immediately make him disappear.

It's not a fair war, but it's already begun.

Maybe it started a long time ago.

Dragon Island, the Golden Dragon King Saiwen, ignited the seven-colored dragon fire and launched the most official dragon god call ever.

In this endless sea, there are many races, the most powerful of which is undoubtedly the dragon race, and is even revered as a god by many races.

The dragon family has nine colors, but so far only seven colors remain, there are five colors of natural dragons, as well as golden dragons, and dark dragons.

The other two-color dragon species disappeared from the stage of history for various reasons in the endless years of the past.

The dragons do not have a patriarch, but they do have a dragon king.

The seven-colored dragon clan, with a total of ten dragon kings, is the king of all dragon clans, of which the golden dragon clan occupies three, which shows that the soldiers are strong and strong.

The Golden Dragon King Saiwen is the fastest rising dragon king in the history of the dragon clan so far, although his strength can only be ranked in the middle of the dragon kings, but this alone makes it have considerable appeal!

It is young, it has potential, and in the near future, it is bound to become the crown of kings.

The three-headed golden dragon king is like three golden floating islands, with its wings open to cover the sky, and can only gather in its true form at an altitude of more than 100,000 meters.

"Severn, is what you said true?

A golden dragon king spoke, his voice like thunder above the nine heavens.

Although Severn has provided a lot of evidence, it still feels that it is not enough, and it refuses to believe it, and still doubts it.

The creator god is the mother of all things, the father of the dragons, and it is incomparably great, giving the dragons extraordinary talents, making the dragons the overlords of this world.

How could such a Father destroy them, destroy His most illustrious children!

Among the three golden dragon kings, the relatively petite one was a little silent.

It is Saiwen, which can also be called the "second generation of offspring".

Compared with other descendants, he can be said to be extremely lucky, because he discovered this world very early and discovered such a group of "blessed" dragons.

The sky here is not only the heaven of this world, but the "sky" of all false worlds!

For this reason, he even did not hesitate to give up his original body and directly reincarnated as a real golden dragon.

(End of chapter)