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59 Worried

Just when a very strange and strange aura echoed in the whole quiet disorientation, in the long and abrasive and depressing silent air, Yun Die finally couldn't bear the silence and depression there or couldn't help but ask: "Yin Ling, you...... You...... What's wrong with you? ”

Yun Die asked strangely, and slowly tried to get closer and closer, she was just very strange, groaning, because of the reaction, the abnormal expression, the unusual coldness, and still so unbelievably not wanting what she should want most. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Just when Yun Die was puzzled, the sound of her movement alarmed Yin Ling, and also shocked her thoughts, Yin Ling suddenly shouted in surprise and horror: "Don't come, don't come, go away, go away!" Go away, go away, please, don't come here, please, don't come over, okay? ”

In the midst of the screaming cry of fear and trembling and the crying of helplessness, the cloud butterfly had no choice but to sigh deeply, and then so helplessly returned to the same place again.

She still had to return to the original place where she was, just looking at the beautiful woman sleeping on the stone bed beside her, and on the other hand, she was so stunned to look at the one not far away who had long since stopped moving, but her whole body was trembling like a twitch, the trembling white fox, the snow-white hair was fluffy and fluffy, but she seemed to be able to feel a kind of twitch.

What kind of physical convulsions and discomfort, a very depressed kind of very unexpected and strange feelings and feelings, she is not very clear and understandable there, everything is there and chaotic, as if there is such a thick fog, very thick and thick what kind of doubts and confusion and forgetting, what kind of loss and empty what smoke in the memory of the spatial disorder.

In the chaos of the swirling void, she also seemed to have a kind of timidity, a kind of temperature in the air that seemed to plummet there, as if suddenly the world around her had become so cold, so cold. It's a kind of coldness and trembling and fear that she doesn't understand very much, and it's so incomprehensible.

Yin Ling Knowledge Network was in a trance there, just confused there, and there was also Zhang Huang, she seemed to not hear Yun Die's voice clearly, she seemed to have not heard what Yun Die was saying at all, she seemed to be deaf, she was deaf there and couldn't hear anything.

She couldn't hear anything clearly, as if she had lost her hearing there, and as if she had lost her hearing there, what kind of hearing evil had disappeared? It didn't seem to be the case, it seemed that the voice of another world had re-transmitted in another time and space, as if it was in her heart, as if it was in her ears, what kind of shock she felt again, like what kind of death and silence were as long and terrible as the shock.

What kind of unknown feeling and feeling? What is upside down, what is there is timid, what is there is afraid, and what is there is helpless, it is so helpless to be timid.

It's going to tremble there, it's like there's something that trembles all over it, it's going to be difficult there, it's going to be more and more difficult there, it's going to be difficult there, there's something to run away from, there's something to be = in silence, it's a feeling that it's going to start to be quiet, it's quiet, it's quiet.

There is something unexpected, there is something that feels incredible, there is some fear, there is also some fear, and then there is trembling, it is so slowly trembling bit by bit, and there is also helplessness in that trembling, what changes a lot, what there is a big change there, what there is a huge change there, as if there are some things that are difficult to accept, and there seem to be something that is so difficult to accept.

It's a very alienating feeling, a very distant breath, there is something unbearable and painful there, what kind of lonely breath there is, and it seems to be the pain of the body, there is something that hurts there, as if it is pain from the body, I don't know what it is for, I don't know what it is for, I don't know what the reason is.

It's like there's no reason to be found, there's no reason there, there's no reason to find anything, there's nothing to find the reason, there's nothing to look for, there's something there, there's something there, there's something there, there's no reason to go back, there's no way to go back to that old life, but I find that the time is long gone, It's long since I couldn't find it.

It's just there, it's starting to get difficult there, it's starting to be hard to maintain, it's like there's something shattering, it's going to be a dead silence, it's a dead destruction, it's completely gone, it's like it's going to be something in such a cycle.

There's a cycle of what's going to be broken, there's a lot of suffering, there's something incredible, it's there, it's a terrible thing that can't be spoken, it's like a disaster, it's a catastrophe, it's a catastrophe, it's a catastrophe to destroy humanity and everything, that's total destruction, is that impossible? It's like being embarrassed there, it's like being in trouble there all the time, it's like it's a problem that doesn't stop and doesn't stop.

The embarrassment is there for a long time, because of the embarrassment, because of the difficulty, what kind of depression there is, suddenly there is destruction, where there is a complete fainting, something very difficult, but there is crying, a cry of destruction, what is endured in that crying and pain, it is a painful unbearable, but also a painful helplessness.

It is also a painful attempt and torture, but there is waiting for the beginning of life, wanting to be born, wanting to be reborn, wanting to be reborn there. There are all kinds of messy disturbances, where right and wrong begin to become disordered and chaotic, in that difficulty, in that difficulty, in the reversal of right and wrong, it is already impossible.

It's like being numb to the general impossibility, what kind of pain there is, what kind of unbearable it is, and what there is so helpless, so unmanageable, so unattainable.

What hurts in the heart, what disappears there, what has disappeared and disappeared will be there in the heartache, there will be mistakes, there will be unease, as if there will be tears, there will be little tears falling, what kind of tears are falling there.

It was a nightmare, like the lowest trough in life, in the midst of that painful trough of life, there was a kind of evil disaster, what kind of unsustainable there, there was as if there was something there would be broken, as if there was something that would die there, and what kind of death would be there.

What kind of horror is there, as if the terrible death is covered with a net of heaven and earth, and in the net of bondage, there is a pain in life, a bitter guard in life, what kind of pain there is, there is difficulty and pain, what kind of regret and remorse, how difficult it is, as if it is strange, as if it is avoided, as if it is something that will be guarded there. There's something hidden there, there's something wrong there.

What kind of wrong clues are there in the wrong emotion, and what kind of right seems to be in the wrong clue, and what kind of wrong seems to be there, and then there unconsciously, in that unintentional, what kind of escape and escape, and what there is there to escape.

There is something there that wants to escape, there is something that is not clear, what is there that is uneasy, as if the memories and memories of the past are torn apart there, like what kind of thoughts in the memories are torn apart there, like the dullness and difficulty of what has disappeared.

It's so difficult and difficult there, and it's also something that has unintentionally disappeared in the midst of the impossible, as if it's something that has disappeared there for a long time, something that can't be done.

"Give it back to me, you give it back to me quickly!" It was the little boy whooping hoarsely there, and there he was screaming, so loudly and so fiercely, as if he were very dissatisfied, very dissatisfied, as if he would be very reluctant there, as if he was very reluctant.

What kind of price, what kind of exchange, what kind of re-search. In the midst of the renewed search and waiting, what kind of cowardice, what kind of loss, what kind of destruction there is, what kind of branches and branches grow slowly, or what kind of illusion and unreality, will be very painful there, will be very painful there.

I don't know if it's a memory, or a memory, or an illusion, or if it's really in my body, as if it's a real pain in my body.

His hand was held tightly by him, and there the little boy yelled angrily, "Give it back to me quickly!" She just felt her body being slammed, just so hard to be hit by him against the hard wall, and she felt as if her body was about to be shattered, as painful as if it was about to be shattered, and she couldn't say what was right or wrong, good or bad.

Finally, he still had to run away from it, his hands trembled, and then, the objects and things in his hands had to fall off like that, and they had to fall down again, and what twitched there, what kind of convulsive pain there would be pitied.

It will tremble there, it will be there and it will be powerless to find, it will continue, it will be painful and difficult to find, it would be great if you could seek some answers, who is there to be confident, there is majestic and confident, what kind of confidence there will be overwhelming and painful.

What kind of pity, what kind of reluctance, what kind of forgetting seems to be there, what is forgotten is like something that has been forgotten for a long time there, what kind of help is there, what kind of right and wrong, all begin to be unable to distinguish right from wrong.

"Stretch out your hand, please, stretch out your hand." She, the woman, was like a ghost crawling out of some corner of the darkness.

It's like what kind of painful ghost and figure crawled out of the darkness, what kind of pain, what kind of helplessness, what kind of forgetting, what kind of struggle, what kind of suddenly there will not be done, as if every nerve, every nerve twitches and forgets.

There to swear, there to persevere, it is as if there is pain, as if all all the pain, what is difficult to let go, what kind of heart will be poured out there, as if there is no way, what kind of unforgettable, what kind of inseparable, what kind of cruelty, what kind of dead silence there.

The silence of death, as if it was going to die there, as if it was going to die there for a long time, wanting to be reborn, wanting to be reborn, but finding that you can't find the way to be reborn, the way of rebirth, the road of resurrection, where to look for it, and where should you look for it?

I just feel that it is impossible, I just feel that I can't find it there, but I forget and forget something in the unsearchable, as if I will forget something there for a long time.

There is indifference, there is silence, there is pain, as if it is not dust that is flying, it is also the flowers that are flying in spring, a sword pierces the sky, that sword pierces the sky and the air.

A sword pierced the flying flowers, and also pierced the dust, as if it would pierce one's own heart, what kind of heart it would have, where it would be fragile and tremble, where it would be at a loss, where it would seem to be so overwhelming, and where it would seem to be forgotten, what kind of long-term forgetfulness, what kind of impossibility, what kind of black and white reversal, those good and cherished, those wrong and wrong, what kind of fragile and strange perceptions and feelings that would disturb the soul.

What kind of ice is there, what kind of ice is cold, what kind of ice cube is hidden in the bottom of my heart, what kind of trust is there, what kind of direction is there, what kind of chaos and unknown is there, what kind of ridiculousness seems to be there, what kind of ridiculousness and inconceivability there is, and what kind of ridiculousness and inconceivability are also in that ridiculous and incredible.

The quick change, the quick distinction, also seems to be there very quickly and quickly something disappears there, as if there will be something completely gone, just what is gone, there is something that disappears there can not be found, emptiness, emptiness, that is impossible, as if something is fighting, and in the midst of that struggle and pain, it disappears, completely disappears, as if there will be a vacancy and a blank disappear.

Incredible something. What will be forgotten, what there is there is painful, just like what kind of pain in life is flowing in pain in the body, it is very painful, what kind of pain and pain is there to maintain strongly, there is someone there who is sad and so weak to say: "Hold on a little longer, hold on a little longer, it's good if you're tired, it's good if you're tired." ”

It was a little child, it was a child who just had to hold up a pair of empty eyes, he had to raise his bright eyes, and what was in those bright eyes disappeared there, and what was there faded there, and what was disturbed there, and what was spoiled there, as if he wanted to hold something tightly in his arms.

Hugging into the warm arms, just waiting there, just being reluctant there, just being at a loss there, what kind of want to cherish, what want to cherish there, and suddenly there seems to be a very difficult, very difficult thing to cherish, what is cruel, what is impossible, what is broken, what is confused and uneasy, why is it impossible there? Why can't it be done there? And why is it blank there?

When she faints and is weak, she will think of someone again, and who, who she misses so much, will make her heart feel painfully broken, heartbroken pain, heartbroken sadness, heartbroken pity and bewilderment, but nothing is found there, as if there is nothing that will not be found there.

It's just a forgotten general, it seems like it's going to be so forgotten there, just waiting? Will there be a tenacious wait? While waiting, it seems that there is some kind of broken and dead silence again.

He, far away, melted in his heart, very warm, very sad melted into the tears of sorrow and cherishment, it seemed to melt, melted into water, and it seemed to melt into the blood, it was forever unknown, and it seemed that it would never be possible.

It's just that it hurts there, and it's as if it's there that you will forget and forget and can't tell the difference between right and wrong. will tremble, will struggle, but do not forget, do not give up easily, will be there very lonely and lonely to stand up again, in his heart, no longer around, and when lonely, he is strong to maintain, he is not around, but in the bottom of his heart, and missing, but still in the sad bubble, permeated.

He would never know how much the lonely woman missed him, how much he missed him, but...... All of this seems to be irrelevant. Bitter thoughts, bitter memories, bitter love. But secretly.