Instead of helping the green fruit, Long Ji collapsed to the ground with it. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

A smile tugged at his thin lips.

There was nostalgia in that smile.

Nostalgic for the scene when they killed the enemy side by side.

They held their swords in their hands and handed their backs to each other.

At that time, even when he was surrounded by thousands of troops, he always had a smile on his face.

At this moment, he really went crazy and missed the past.

He fell to the ground, looking at the green fruit who was also powerless, and remembered those days tirelessly.

The rain was still falling, washing away the air with a murderous aura.

After a while, the crimson in the green fruit's eyes disappeared, and it fell straight to the ground, leaving only the pouring rain in the air.

The bird's black wings swept through the night, then turned and disappeared into the endless darkness.

In the world of desire, survival seems so difficult.

People have long since erased the last benignness, and in the end only the fiery desire is left to burn with the endless long night, illuminating this desolate land.

And at this time, if someone tells you that you will never betray in this life and this life, and that this life will always be with you in this life, how unbelievable it would be!

But that's what it used to say to him.

At that time, the beacon fire covered the sky with wolf smoke, and the fiery red light reflected on its turquoise wings, as if it had been plated with a layer of clothing.

Its eyes are so sincere, so innocent, it just swears to look at it and say word by word.

And that sentence was remembered countless times in the dark years after which he lost it, and its voice became the brightest light of his dark years, shining on him, making him believe in the most desperate times that he could still meet it.

The horror of the Divine is that it can deprive you of what you cherish and care about at any time, and may never find it.

This kind of fearfulness made him, who had always been proud and indulgent, even surrender to the sky and kneel.

He was really scared.

Even though he is as proud and indulgent as he is, he also has something to care about.

He was born without a father or mother, and he didn't know the warmth and warmth of human feelings, and he didn't know the warmth of the world, until he met it, and they wore iron armor and carried three-foot long swords, and then handed each other's backs to each other to guard.

It wasn't a long time since they'd known each other, but it was the first time they met, and they were able to have that kind of trust, and he couldn't say what it was like, but he felt like they had been together for a long time.

Instead of seeing each other late, they reunited after a long absence, and then they joined hands and began to build their own world.

However, God may be jealous of them, which is why they treat them like that.

At that time, he watched as the raging flames devoured its body, like a tiger devouring a rabbit with white fur in one gulp.

So sudden, so dreamlike.

And he could only stand there motionless and watch it happen.

Nothing can be done.

Yes, nothing can be done.

Later, it took him a long time to convince himself that it was dead, to convince himself that it had really been burned alive by the fire.

But he still couldn't hold back his crying.

Yes, howling and crying.

In the past, he would not even blink his eyes in the face of life and death, but about it, he cried like an unreasonable child, so hoarse, so helpless.

At that moment he began to fear the heavens, he was afraid, he was afraid of the night, he was afraid of all the birds with green feathers, because when he saw them, he always remembered them, and remembered that its wings, which were as beautiful as the green leaves of a towering tree, were turned to ashes in that great fire.

He remembered that it loved its wings the most, and that it never let anyone but him touch them.

Its cherished wings turned to ashes along with its body, and it looked at it at the time, not knowing what kind of mood it felt.

But he couldn't even move, he could only watch.

Twice in his life he felt useless.

The first time was when he was a child, fatherless and motherless, and when he was wandering, he met a beautiful little girl, who was unkempt and ragged, and that little girl was a young lady from a rich family.

At that time, it was raining heavily, and the little girl went to the mountain to worship the Buddha, and when she came back, she took shelter from the rain in the dilapidated house where he lived.

Her eyes were as clear as snow, and she looked at him innocently, then stretched out her white little hand and put a piece of osmanthus cake on his dirty hand, and then smiled and told him that it was delicious, and let him taste it.

He has been wandering since he was a child, and he is used to seeing the appearance of those children of wealthy families bullying others, but he never thought that she would be so kind to him.

And just as he was about to bite into the fragrant osmanthus cake, the two dilapidated small wooden doors were kicked open by a big man with a full face.

He entered, glanced around the room, swept his eyes contemptuously over his tattered clothes, and landed on the richly dressed little girl beside him.

The big man was followed by a few people dressed in the same clothes as him.

When they entered the door, they all set their eyes on the little girl, and then pulled the little girl over, and rudely removed the jewel from her body.

The servants beside the little girl hurriedly ran over to protect the master, but they were no match for those big men, and as soon as they walked over, they were knocked to the ground by a punch from them.

After the leading man took away the pearl jade on the little girl's body, he looked at the little girl's red face, and he actually had a lust for such a small girl.

His big hand roamed towards the little girl's waist, and then he pulled his wrist violently, tearing the little girl's gorgeous clothes apart, revealing the crystal snow skin inside.

The little girl burst into tears.

As soon as he saw the big man's eyes, he knew what was going on in his heart, and then he saw the little girl crying helplessly, so he gritted his teeth, picked up the stone beside him, and threw it at the big man.

The big man was defenseless because of his lustful heart, so he was smashed on the head by the stone. Blood spurted out like a spring.

Several big men on the side saw that he dared to hurt people, so they came up and kicked him, making him dizzy.

He struggled for a long time, then stood up, and was about to make a move, when he saw a foot kicking at him in front of him, and he hugged his head to the ground in pain

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The big man who beat him looked down at him with a playful smile on his lips.

He said in a weird way, "I see that you still want to be a hero to save the beauty, but you can't even stand up in battle now!"

After saying that, there was another lewd laugh.

Then the punches and kicks fell on him like a fine rain until he passed out.

He could still hear the little girl's cry in the darkness and dizziness, so helpless, so sad.