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84 heart tremor hesitate

Is it better to like one person? Or is it better to be liked by someone? Or, in the end, face someone who you like and like yourself? However, if you can't tell the difference, what about the heart that likes and dislikes? When her heart is disordered there, it is also chaotic there, and it is difficult to find there, as if it is difficult to find there, as if it is impossible to distinguish something, many, many things that cannot be explained, what she wants to struggle there, there are always too many struggles and helplessness in life, and in the midst of too many struggles and powerlessness, she feels a kind of belonging and possession that belongs to life itself, and she no longer knows and understands anything, nor does she particularly understand anything. Or maybe you don't need to understand it in particular, right?

There is always something that is very unclear, and there are many, many things, which are clearly distinguished there, just like a passing cloud, that is, there is a fleeting moment, suddenly come, and suddenly go, and meet him, as if he is a person who has been waiting for a long, long time in his own life, and has been waiting. The moment when the pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info met, it was as if they had met the person they had been waiting for. But it's not particularly certain, it's not particularly clear what everything is about, so it's scared, some scared, some nervous, some hesitant, it's hesitant there, it's hard to be sure, it's hard to judge, it's as if there's nothing to judge, it's as if it's hard to recognize and figure out everything there. What kind of heart is precipitated there, as if it has been precipitated in the bottom of the heart for a long time, as if it will be forgotten and forgotten there, it will fall into the water like a stone, and it will precipitate in the bottom of the water.

A lot of light gathers between the fingers, and if you look at the sunlight through your own hands, you will see that your hands are red. The white fox's spirit is still there very nostalgic for the time when she was a human being, but she can still be sure that she can't go back, she is still there just nostalgic, and she is there to accept and accept the identity she belongs to now. Maybe...... She comforted herself, perhaps, it would not be bad to be a white fox, a white fox right next to him. Not to mention...... Not to mention...... She still didn't know if she really liked him. It's just that......

Just feel that it is good to stay by his side, to be able to stay by his side, she is already very content, and she is also very satisfied, she will be there to be a white fox of his, a pet, or...... A mount, as long as he wants.

While the white fox's spirit was still thinking and in a trance, he was already there with his short sword, and finally pried open a metal clip that was clamped on the leg of the spirit with his short sword, and he said softly: "Try it, can you take your foot away?" ”

As he spoke, Yin Ling looked down, only to see that there were some beads of sweat on his slightly side face, grain by grain, and the metal clip, under the short sword he held in his right and left hands, had been pried open by brute force, but, it seemed, it still seemed that it would close, so he had been trying hard to maintain the open opening. Just when the white fox's spirit was still there a little hesitant, she moved her injured leg there, only to find that it had already been paralyzed, and she couldn't move, just as she was about to try to take her foot away again, his body shook there.

She thought he was tired, she thought he was impatient, because he had opened the metal clip, and he had been squatting there for a long, long time. She was a little nervous and wanted to apologize, but she was just there to hear him say, "Since you can't move, then you don't move." ”

Again, she was surprised, surprised, but still there she was so paralyzed that she had to ask him for words, or maybe he noticed that she couldn't move. Weak and tired, he still has a very good sense of insight, or ...... In some places that she hadn't discovered yet, at some times, Ye Luokong was actually a careful person. It's just that she never found out. Or maybe she didn't know enough about him. She didn't particularly understand her all along, whether it was the childhood she had lived with him for a while, or the short time of youth, she seemed to be a little stupid enough to wishful thinking towards him, and didn't find him properly, right?

Just when the white fox's chanting spirit was there in a daze at Ye Luokong's sweaty forehead, his right hand pulled hard, and he took Kurumi's left hand and chopped it hard, "Bang." The metal clip was completely dodged and bounced away, and the sharp and broken fragments tried to bounce around, and a piece of metal cut a large, large tear in the back of the missing right hand. At that moment, the metal fragment made a cut on the back of the hand, and then, the bright red blood slowly seeped out there, forming a bloody hole.

"Disappointed...... "She muttered softly in amazement, as if, still a little puzzled, as if, there was still some sadness and sadness, there was some pain and pity, but she wanted to hide something there.

"Huh? What the? The sweaty man was there at first slightly hesitant and confused, as if he hadn't understood, as if he hadn't understood yet, as if he hadn't heard her words clearly, but he just looked up, opened a pair of eyes, looked at her, stared at her for a long time, as if he had seen through her eyes and her thoughts, the white fox's Yin Ling lowered his eyes a little inexplicably nervously, but he was a little stunned and laughed there, and said to himself with some embarrassment, "Hehe, I'm sorry, I haven't come back to my senses just now, and I'm not particularly used to it, so you've just spoken...... Especially...... When you called me by name, I was still a little frightened. Hehe, there is a white fox that can talk, and now, the journey of the lone ranger will not seem so lonely. ”

Alone? The white fox's whole body was stunned, and then, I don't know what I found and felt again, so I wanted to walk forward, but I found that my feet had already been pinched by the iron clamps that seemed to have broken bones, and she couldn't take a step at all.

"Can't you go?" He looked at him and asked softly.

The white fox's spirit didn't dare to say anything more, just shook his head there gently.

"Oh well. If you can't go, I'll go alone. There he spoke softly, and then, without waiting for a reply from the minstrels, he walked on, going farther and farther ahead, never looking back.

It was a blood-red evening of the sunset, and she would never forget that evening, that sunset was blood-red, and the blood-red sunset stained the whole forest, and it also stained his back, and it also stained the front of his walk, and that evening, the evening when he turned away, was the time they were together, and it was the time when he left, and it was the time that he never returned, it was his distance, and it was his distance. Because he and she were not all the way, since they were not all the way, then why should they keep anything, and why should they worry about anything? It's better not to be too troublesome, perhaps, just let him just leave, just watch him leave decisively, and leave there forever, perhaps, all of this is not a bad thing, right?

However, many, many things are just a kind of self-comforting general, just lonely there, no matter how she wants to comfort herself there, there is a feeling of abandonment. Is it because she is rude? Or did he think she would be a burden to him? In fact, she is injured, but she is not a burden? He is a person who still wants to walk, but she can't walk, and she is also a white fox who can't walk, for a white fox, an animal, an animal that can't walk, it means that its death is coming. She's going to die there, not to freeze or starve, but to be food for other carnivores.

There she was silent, watching the blood-red sunset slowly fade away in the western sky, where she felt the temperature of the air around her slowly fall, and felt the light around her slowly dim there. There she waited, patiently and helplessly, as she waited for the ghost of death to come, for the darkness and darkness of the sky.

And many, many things, are realistic, real, and cannot be avoided, nor can they be escaped. Just like death, when death is real, it is still there that it cannot be avoided, and it is still there that it cannot be avoided and avoided, she has no resentment, there is not the slightest resentment there, she doesn't know what is wrong with herself, her heart is very calm, very calm, so calm that even she doesn't understand and understand there.

It's just that when it's dark, when it's dark, and everything around her is there, it's silent, and when it's silent like death, she'll still be there to tremble, and she won't know it. Occasionally, a bird flew among the desolate woods around it, and the sound of the bird's flapping wings could also startle the white fox's chant. She was terrified there, she was scared in that quiet darkness. A person has to face the night, a person has to face the terrible and terrible darkness and the silence in the darkness, there is nothing that cannot be escaped. And as a fox, a wild fox, she often slept alone in the darkness of the forest. However, at that time, there were still more or less elves in the forest, and now, this forest is still unfamiliar there, and there is no group of little elves who will have a bright light behind the ass that the spirit is familiar with. Those elves are chattering, very noisy and lively, and very cute, they also have their very smart and lively and cheerful times, not only will the white fox's spirit be happy, but also accompany her, and in the elves, there are many elders, who know a lot of things and truths that belong to the heavens and the earth, and those elder elves will also give a lot of good ideas to the white fox's spirit, which is very helpful to the white fox's spirit.

Thinking about it, the white fox's spirit was disappointed there, and sad there, she lost so many good friends and good partners for herself so easily, and she felt sad there, she felt depressed there, she was so sad and sad there, she felt so sad and sad there, she felt there that she shouldn't be, and she began to regret there, she began to regret that she was there and left the forest so easily without thinking about it, she really regretted it there, I felt that my decision at that time was really very hasty, as if I hadn't thought it through. She still felt that she had behaved too hastily. At that time, she was bent on becoming a human, but unexpectedly, in the end, she was still a fox, and she also met Ye Luokong as a fox.

She felt a little heavy in her body, and she wanted to lie down, and she lay down, and she lay on the leafy earth, and she wanted to make herself comfortable, but she was only there to feel the coldness and coldness of the soil, and she could only shiver there, but she was still there trying to comfort herself, because she could only get used to it there. There are many things that cannot be changed, and they can only adapt there, whether they can adapt or not, they cannot be avoided there.

Did she get out of the city of locks? Is this Lockdown City big? Maybe it's like a maze, it's big, big, right? But is there a forest in the city? The white fox's soul was confused there, but there was still no way to do it, but in the surroundings of the dark and quiet night, she still couldn't help but take a deep breath there, it was a very strange and strange cold air that belonged to the night, she was inhaling those cold airs, and her whole body was shivering around, and she was shivering and shivering there. It was so cold, she couldn't help but shiver and tightened her whole body.

She didn't want to think too much, but the surroundings seemed to be too dark and too dark, it seemed to be too quiet and too quiet, and everything became very scary and empty, very scary and terrible. She looked upwards, toward the sky, to see if the moon had risen in heaven and on earth. But when the white fox's chant looked up at the sky through the bare black branches, he looked up at something. And the sky was just there dark and cloudy, as if it were a very dark and dark and cloudy night, wouldn't there be a moon at night? The white fox's spirit was just strange there, but it didn't look around closely. It was there that she gradually became nervous from the convulsions of her body and the nervous tension of the day, and she felt tired and tired there at the moment.

She was just in the cold wind blowing through the bare branches, and she listened to the wind through the branches, and seemed to hear some other sound, but she didn't pay much attention to it, but she could only roughly understand what kind of bird it might be, or the crow or the sound of the bird flying, she didn't particularly understand, she didn't hear clearly, she didn't make out whether the surrounding sound was from the sky or from the ground. She just felt exhausted there, exhausted there. She felt her eyelids never open any longer, and there they closed tightly. She was also in the chaos, vaguely feeling the cold, but under the care and warmth of the fur she already had, she gradually got used to it, and she didn't listen to the strange and strange sounds around her, so she fell asleep there.

Rest in the midst of exhaustion and fatigue is a kind of comfort, but she also has a kind of comfort, but she doesn't know how long and how long she has been asleep, when she gradually feels something, when she gradually wakes up a little, before she opens her eyes, she feels what kind of very hot temperature there is around her, very warm, very hot temperature, like a flame. And in that hazy confusion, in the burning dream, what kind of memories were there, what kind of dreams grew there, as if a house was burning there, it was a wooden house, it was burning, the whole piece was burning, it was all melted into a sea of fire, and in the midst of the fiery red flame and the wooden house, there were large pieces of beams and stakes that were about to be burned, and there were large pieces of beams and stakes that fell down in large pieces. She just stared there, she was like a little girl, very young, very young, she had seen the fire with her own eyes, and somebody had set it on fire, it was man-made. And she knew the perpetrator, but she never said it and never told anyone.

She looked at the fire, she looked at it for a while, and then she turned around there, and she wanted to turn away, but just as she turned to leave, she seemed to hear some kind of cry, like a woman's mournful cry, and it seemed to be a cry for help, and she quickly turned around, and she saw a woman in the midst of the fire, it was the mistress of the burning house, and she seemed to be a little struggling to get up there, and wanted to go out, but the fierce burning flames, and the smoke billowing around her, were very fastThen a large piece of the beam fell from above, and smashed it down, whether it hit the woman, but in her little eyes, she could no longer see the woman, and she could no longer see the woman in the burning flames, as if she had been knocked down by something that fell.

It was there that she had seen people dying, and she had seen the beginning and the end of the fire, and she knew who had done it, but she didn't say it.

"It's you, it's you who killed their whole family, it's you little slut who killed their whole family!" She will never forget the aunt who grabbed her by the shoulders and scolded and punched her, but she was just lying on the ground crying and begging with pain and cold.

But her crying was always weak there, and it was also very small there, as if she were crying to herself: "It's not me...... It's really not me...... I'm sorry...... I'm sorry...... I...... I'm really not...... Not intentionally ......"

"Soul ...... Yin Ling ...... "Just when the white fox's Yin Ling was feeling frightened and scared there, a warm voice came from her ears, it was the voice that belonged to whom, it was the voice that belonged to him, it was the voice she was very familiar with, and it was also the voice that she was very afraid of, she didn't want to listen to it, she didn't dare to believe anything, and she didn't want to know whether everything was true or false." She just felt cold, she just felt pain, she just felt scared there, her whole body was shaking, she was squirming violently there, and she was still muttering vaguely in her mouth: "Don't come...... Stay back...... I do not know...... I don't know anything......"