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He felt as if he was going to be paralyzed, and he fell to the ground like paralyzed.

For a long time, he was there gasping and resting, and I don't know when he began to notice the heaviness of his body,

The body is getting heavier and heavier there, and there is a feeling of depression and pressure that is becoming more and more overwhelming, and it is in it that I feel the difficulty of life and survival. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

And the idea of that skeleton and its suggestion may also be good for his failure.

Maybe listening to that guy might be good, but what should he do?

How was he going to get that thing from Lan Haisheng's hand? If you want it directly, he will definitely not give it.

So what to do? What kind of brains do you have to use to do it?

It's a kind of difficulty that can't be escaped, as if there are some difficulties piled up there,

It was as if it was piled up, and there was a kind of heaviness that almost crushed people to death, or was overwhelming and almost out of breath.

I just feel weak in it, I feel a kind of powerlessness and weakness in the dust, I feel weak and powerless in it, and I feel hurt and helpless in it.

In that moonless night, the moonless night sky was so dark and desolate, and the wind in the middle of the night blew slowly,

Blowing the corners of the leaves in the air, and also blowing his blue hair that would faintly glow with his thoughts, a vague halo like a ghost.

He just stayed where he was, he just stayed there, still in a kneeling position in that place.

He was just confused in it, as if he couldn't explain anything in it.

He wanted to clench his fists so much, no matter how difficult it was, no matter how difficult it was, he wanted to clench his fists, he wanted to struggle again and do it well.

He wants to prove that he's not a wreck, he wants to prove his worth, he wants to use his strength. He also wants to be strong.

There is already a blue ocean voice that is many times stronger than him, and it is already a tangled worry in his heart.

Now he was always swayed by this skeleton, which added to his anger and annoyance.

Could it be that he is really so bad? Are you always caught in the palm of your hand and unable to move? Is he really that bad?

Can't go with all your might?

I just want to do my best and work hard there, but I always feel that I am there and not enough.

It was a kind of sorrow, a very painful sorrow, and it was helpless in that pain, and it was difficult to find it in that pain,

It's as if everything is in the middle of it, it's a kind of endless trouble, as if as long as you live there,

Afflictions will be there endlessly, as if it were a real problem that cannot be resisted and discerned.

It was as if there was no choice there, and it was as if there was no choice between the skeleton and the sound of the blue sea.

What should he do? In fact, there is not much confusion, as long as it is beneficial to himself, that is what he should do.

The words of that bone frame are still very useful and helpful to him. What's more, his second life was indeed given by him.

However, Lan Haisheng, although Ye Luokong wants to learn from him, even if it is a move and a half of Lan Haisheng, it is good,

However, Lan Haisheng doesn't know what kind of concerns and considerations he has, and he always doesn't teach him, and it will inevitably make people feel resentful there.

After Lan Haisheng's impersonal practices, Ye Luokong had no choice but to choose another person. It was a kind of choice, and it seemed like a persecution.

Will you feel the hardships of life in that life? Will you feel the heaviness and hardship of life in that life?

So what, a man can't shed tears when he sweats and bleeds, but when his whole body is completely paralyzed there,

He sometimes really has a kind of resentment, resenting his body like tofu scum, and he doesn't do much to mess with it, but his whole body is injured.

It's always scarred there, and then, it's a last resort to rest for a long, long time.

He simply couldn't do something better, there were many, many things, and he just couldn't do it there.

He wants power, he wants power, he wants strength, but where does he get all this?

It was a heart-wrenching pain, a very melancholy sense of loss about one's own powerlessness,

It is a sense of powerlessness and pain and pain in the face of that kind of sad life, only to realize that I am so weak, only to realize that I am so powerless and powerless.

He can't do anything, he can't change anything. In the midst of that low and wandering, he felt like a very, very cowardly coward.

No, everything can't be like this, it can't be like this.

He needs to change, he needs to be responsible for his life, he needs to change, he needs strength!

He needs strength! No matter what means he uses, he will be there to get what he wants, whatever it takes.

The clouds obscured the moon, it was a kind of loneliness and loneliness that belonged to the night, it was a kind of loneliness in the air,

And in the face of the empty heart that is simply about to devour and erode man, he needs willpower, mental and physical willpower to fight against this godless and intangible thing in time.

He needed a kind of spiritual and physical support, and then he was there to bear it, and he was there to endure it.

Every minute and every second of life seems to require perseverance and patience, as if there is no choice but to endure it.

And patience is like a compulsory course in life, and loneliness seems to require patience.

When you can't bear loneliness, it's very likely that you will go crazy and go to another abyss because of escaping loneliness.

There he tried to support his whole body, but he was still so slow that he knelt on one knee and stood up on the other foot first.

Then there his feet stood up as if they were trembling in place, and even when he was fully up, he felt the pain and weakness of his body.

His skeleton also seemed to be falling apart there. However, he understands it very well.

It's not always a problem for him to stay here. He had to find a way out.

He didn't quite know where the skeleton had taken him, how could it be a place full of trees?

He just staggered along there, just confused in his mind.