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The Treasure of the Winged King: The Troubled Times of Love and Hatred Novel Author: An Yonglong Suspense Passion Fight Many ------------ This article is reprinted from the original literary portal of the Internet - Starting Point Chinese Network: http://u.qidian.com/QryiIz for support. Today's one update, the word count is 3051

124 Death of Powerlessness

Just looking at the sunshine and looking at the shaking teacup in her hand, she suddenly felt a little dizzy,

And then he fell uncontrollably on his arm, just feeling dizzy there,

There was a feeling of drowsiness and powerlessness, that it was at a loss for something, and it seemed that there was nothing to be done there,

It's just that I feel the vacancy and blankness in my mind, and in the vacancy and blankness,

What kind of powerlessness I feel.,Feel what kind of helplessness and don't want to get close to something.。

It's already something that can't be approached and approached in it, as if everything is there and suddenly it's very difficult, it's very difficult.

It's as if it's in the midst of being on the edge of the edge and it's so difficult and overwhelmed, it's trembling in it,

It's a kind of trembling and shaking, and trembling in it, as if it were trembling and twisting or something.

It's just that what I feel in that is inaccessible, and what I have, it seems that it is inaccessible there.

It's just that in that it becomes confused, and in that it becomes restless and depressed, as if it were a kind of depression in the mood and state of mind.

It's just powerless in that place, and it's just that it's hard to break free there, as if it's powerless in that place,

It seems that there is no power to answer or something, and there is a vacancy in it, and it is also a blank in it.

It's a kind of evasion, it's also a kind of trembling, it's also a kind of forgetting and ignoring something.

Something that is too long and long to ignore, as if it is something that can no longer be approached,

It's just confused there, it's just there, it's a kind of dazed bewilderment, and it seems to be there dazed.

I feel difficult, I feel sleepy, I feel some reluctance and reluctance,

Everything becomes very difficult there, and it is reluctant in that difficulty, and in that difficulty it is as if it is forgotten and died.

I don't know why all the reality is like this, everything is there like a blood-stained memory,

It seems to be the back of the blood-red sunset, the back of the person who is getting farther and farther away, the back that she can't follow,

And the slender back was so familiar, and the man held a sword in his arm that she was familiar with.

Or a sword dripping with blood, the figure, the sword, and everything that surrounds it, or the back,

They were all dyed a sad blood-red color by the setting sun.

And Li Xianxian's first feeling is just that it seems to be a very ordinary thought:

Who else died, died under the quick sword of the leaf fall,

Ye Luokong's swordsmanship was so fast that the person who was killed could die before he had time to blink, and naturally he left without any pain.

At the moment when the prey fell, that is, the moment when he was going to stay away again, but this is only a memory,

Moreover, it is just a memory of each other with Ye Luokong and her Li Xianxian, just that one scene,

It is a further memory that belongs to the relationship between the two, and she doesn't know if Ye Luokong attaches great importance to it.

Anyway, she attaches great importance to it, and believes that she will never forget that scene.

And I'll always keep it in mind.

Regardless of whether they will go their separate ways in the future and go their separate ways,

Anyway, that scene, that moment just belonged to him and her, or Ye Luokong at that moment only belonged to her Li Xianxian.

One thing he did for her. Something ordinary to him, but something extraordinary to her.

It was a murder that he didn't know how many times it had been, but it was a surprising one, not for money, no one paid a dowry to invite him to kill a person, just for her Li Xianxian alone.

It was an evening, Li Xianxian met that person, she didn't want to recall, and she was very scared of the person,

She originally thought that the person was dead, or had disappeared long ago, but she didn't expect it to appear suddenly, and that person appeared suddenly,

It was just for revenge and debt collection, Li Xianxian was so helpless to break free, so he screamed everywhere.

In that blood-red sunset, the woman's screams were loud and clear, but they were completely swallowed up by the desolate plains.

There she was alone, trembling all over.

"Then let's take a life for a life!" The man said in vicious and angry words,

Then, he grabbed Li Xianxian's hands with one hand, completely suppressed her whole body, and raised the dagger with the other hand.

The short dagger still reflected a piece of red in the blood-red light of the setting sun, and it was still the same red that pierced the eyes,

She just felt a little confused, a little confused, a little helpless and unrelieved in the reflected red light.

She was just there surprised, and she was just there sad, but she was still powerless and at a loss in that place.

She's just a weak woman, no matter how much she screams, it's useless, it's all useless,

Since the struggle is useless there, she can only accept it there, wait and bear.

It was there that a death came. Although, she didn't want to die so early.

However, she seems to be unable to escape.

Therefore, she can only choose to close her eyes there, accept everything, and wait for the day when her life will be lost.

There are always many, many confusions in that life, and confusion in the sorrow of being at a loss.

Many times, I will bow my head in front of that reality, and I will bow my head when that reality is fragile and helpless.

He also lowered his head, and he didn't want to change anything in it, as if he couldn't change anything there.

She's just powerless there, and she's just trembling and trembling there, and there's a lot of things in life.

It doesn't seem to be something she can control, everything is something she can't control.

Even if it was her life, she was still in that place, and even her own life and life were uncontrollable and uncontrollable.

What else could she do?

She was still in there, and then she closed her eyes there, just closed her eyes there,

And then, just waiting there as if waiting for death, waiting for time to pass by his side and body,

And in that waiting time and time, everything seems to be there for a long time, as if it is difficult to find it for a long time.

There are so many things in life that need to be struggled with,

It is there that it struggles weakly and painfully, but it struggles and cannot struggle, and it cannot struggle,

And then, in the midst of it lay dead and silent, as if it were there, as if it were just waiting to die like a piece of dead flesh and carrion.

It's just waiting there for what kind of corruption, which she herself seems to have not discovered yet.

A kind of disrespect for oneself, a kind of general sadness and sadness that oneself abandons oneself,

And in the world, there are many, many things that cannot be escaped there, cannot be avoided, she can only face there,

It's just that there is no choice but to face and greet with your eyes and eyes open, just because it is difficult to escape and avoid it.

At that time when you can't escape, you can only choose to be strong there, to bear everything strongly, to accept all the realities that can be accepted.

That person is not her Li Xianxian's enemy, but he can also be regarded as her enemy, because that person is her father's enemy and her mother's crush.

That person also likes Li Xianxian's mother, but Li Xianxian's mother likes Li Xianxian's father. Although this thing is very simple,

However, sometimes, people who can't figure it out, just there always think differently.

Although Li Xianxian seemed to have heard about it somewhat when he occasionally eavesdropped.

However, Li Xianxian's idea is very simple, it is true that two people like each other, since his mother has chosen his father, everything has become a foregone conclusion.

The man should have quit very consciously, but, I didn't expect that it would eventually develop into a very radical situation.

It was an unintentional situation, that person was poisoned, and at a banquet, he poisoned Li Xianxian's father's wine glass.

However, inadvertently, because others didn't know, they asked Li Xianxian's father and Li Xianxian's mother,

At that time, they were still a couple, and everyone made do with each other and asked them to have a drink.

However, when handing over a glass of wine, Li Xianxian's mother also inadvertently took the poisonous wine glass of Li Xianxian's father.

And in the end, Li Xianxian's father didn't drink the poisonous wine, and Li Xianxian's mother didn't drink it, but it was snatched by that person from Li Xianxian's mother's hands.

When he snatched the glass from among them, all the surprise and confusion were realized on the man.

The man who had always had a crush on Li Xianxian's mother was also at that time, but he didn't know what to do and just poured out that glass of wine.

He poisoned just to poison Li Xianxian's father, but it didn't harm Li Xianxian's mother's thoughts.

When the poisonous wine changed hands in that mutual hand, the poisoner found that he was already there flustered, and he was flustered and at a loss.

In the end, it was just the wine that was poured there, and it was quickly learned that the wine was poisonous.