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75 unknown and unclear something

What kind of emptiness there is, what kind of unfairness there is on the reincarnation track of time, and what is unfair has always existed, and it is difficult to change, there are many, many kinds of realities that are difficult to change, as if they are iron-clad realities. She can only admit it there, she can only face it there, whether she is willing to accept it or unwilling to accept it, when what kind www.biquge.info of reality really appears in front of her, she can only accept it there, whether she is willing or unwilling, it is ironclad, it seems to be very painful, and it seems to be very pale there.

What I don't know, what I don't know there, where I am blank, where I am in a daze, where I am stunned, and where I am like a fool, I don't know if it is a hallucination or a dream, she can't tell it, she can't tell what it is.

She was just there feeling that her forehead was hot there, her forehead was hot there, her eyes were half open and half closed, and before she could see anything clearly, she felt a somewhat cold forehead touch her, she instantly felt the discomfort of her whole body caused by the coldness of her forehead, she reflexively wanted to escape and break free, but she felt a big hand behind her that held her firmly and did not let her break free.

She was unconscious in that place, she couldn't figure out anything, but suddenly she felt something dripping on her cheeks, it was liquid, it was a liquid with some temperature, it was like ...... Tears...... Has anyone been crying? Who would be crying there?

And all of this was hazy there, and she didn't know if it was a real reality, or a dream, just an ethereal fantasy of hers. It's just a blank space in the brain, but something is blank there, it's a vacancy there, it's empty there, it's sad there.

"Silly girl, you shouldn't be risking here, you shouldn't be so messy, how you can't stand yourself!" The person who was clinging to her forehead spoke, she felt that she should be familiar with him, and she should know him, but she didn't know why, she just couldn't remember the owner of the voice at that moment, she just felt that the person should be something she knew, and was familiar, but she just couldn't think of it there, she couldn't think of anything, and her head was so hot that she felt dizzy. She still had a movement that wanted to break free, but her shoulders were held in the warm and powerful palms.

He didn't grip her shoulders, but he still clung to her shoulders there, at least it was hard for her to break free and get rid of them. She was in a trance, a little surprised, and a little vague or something. What kind of ambiguity there is, and what kind of unknown.

The touch between the hot and cold forehead, and what kind of salty tear seemed to emanate from the air there, she could feel the pain of her high fever, but she didn't particularly understand the sad breath of the tears, at least, she didn't know who he was, who he really was. It seems to be very important, but it doesn't seem to be important, she wants to know, but unfortunately, she just doesn't know, her eyelids are very heavy, she is there it is difficult to raise her eyelids to see the reality and picture in front of her, everything in front of her, she can't see clearly, it's all so chaotic and blurry.

What kind of trembling and crying, trembling there, as if there is a cold shiver, as if there is something trembling that is difficult to control, what is difficult to do there, what is there that wants to escape, what wants to escape, but it seems to be something that is difficult to get rid of there, a kind of pain that is difficult to get rid of, and it is also a kind of pain that is difficult to do, knowing that you should go away from something, but still there is difficult to break free of something, what you want to leave, But there is still a sense of dependence, and it is difficult to leave there. I struggled to leave, and then, I fell there again and weakly, and fell into that warm embrace.

And in that warm embrace, relying on something, just very lingering what kind of comfort, what there is that can't get rid of there, just too dependent to get close there, just too fragile, too weak to break free from there, what is there to obey, is a kind of sadness and helplessness to obey, but also a kind of fault and deep forgetting that will be secretly cursed from the bottom of the heart.

The tears in the pain, the tears were also short-lived, what kind of tears slipped away, the tears dripped in the dry air like bubbles and disappeared in an instant. The dream was out of the ordinary. It's all something that is unclear there, what is there and what hurts there and is not clear. It's all dreams, it's all broken dreams, and when you wake up from your dreams, you're still alone there. There she lay alone on the ground, and there she slept on the muddy floor, soaking wet, while the rain stopped.

It was a long time since she had been in a coma and slept for a long time, and I don't know how long it was, when she woke up again, and when she awoke from the muddy floor again, the sky around her was still gloomy, but it was no longer raining. The rain had long since stopped, but the sky was still gloomy, the clouds were still the heavy clouds, and the man who had gone had already gone there, he had gone, completely and completely, and had left forever, forever, perhaps, she would never see him again.

When the rain stopped, when the people were gone, when everything was irretrievable, she didn't know if she should cry, she didn't know if she was still qualified to cry, she just felt that the soil after the rain was not only wet, but also cold and hard. She didn't know how long she had been sleeping on this muddy floor, she just felt like she was sleeping cold and aching all over.

"Ahh There she couldn't help but sneeze, but she was immersed in a very lonely and sad sneeze in the quiet, as if it were dead and silent. Yin Ling, who is only fourteen years old, is a child, but she still doesn't particularly understand her own heart, at least, she doesn't particularly understand Ye Luokong. If she really understood him, she wouldn't be so humble as to keep her, and in the end she was just there to suffer the consequences of her own madness and mistakes. All the consequences were caused by herself. She was left to suffer the consequences there.

The cruel reality, what is only disappearing in reality is still very realistically disappeared there, and the disease, the difficulties, and the pain and difficulties in daily life are still there very realistically, as if hunger was there very realistically urging her, and there was also very realistically forcing her. While the pain in her body was pressing her there, she still felt weak there, and she even thought that it would be better to starve to death. It's better to die clean. It's just because the real world is painful, and when the real world and pain seem to be difficult to face there, she will be there to sob, she will cry there, and she will be there at a loss to avoid something, something to avoid.

No matter what was blank, no matter what was lost, no matter what the hurt and hurt were, she was paralyzed there, as if she was so paralyzed that she couldn't recognize anything, and she couldn't find anything there. What is hard to find, what is hard to find there, what is long-term, what is there is far, far away. Far away is not only one's own path, but also some run-in and estrangement between a person and this unchangeable world, what has disappeared is there for a long time, and it seems that it is impossible there, as if there is something that has been there for a long time.

Something forgotten, something forgotten. Struggling there, it's like every painful nerve throbbing there, because of loneliness, because of loneliness, because of guilt, because of regret, because of frustration, it is a kind of powerless frustration, but also a kind of regret and sorrow for yourself, and you are there and suddenly hate yourself. She hated herself anymore. She hates her impulsiveness, she hates her stupidity, she hates her impulsiveness, she hates the ridiculous way she looks at her inferiority, and what kind of state of love to the point of inferiority will only make people feel more contemptible and disgusted. However, she was still so stupid at that moment that she was still a big fool there.

She was there and she didn't know anything so much that she was dizzy there, she was dizzy and wanted to fall asleep, just because her head was fluttering there, she just felt the stars in front of her, she felt dizzy, she also felt the weakness of her whole body, and she also felt what kind of loneliness and sadness, what kind of sadness she had been for a long time, and what kind of forgetfulness she seemed to have. She didn't care about the physical pain, she didn't care about the physical destruction, she was super stupid at that moment and didn't know how to take care of and be considerate of herself. It's just that I blindly want to rely on someone's thoughtfulness and care, and in the end, I can only admit that kind of whimsical thoughts, and at most I can only feel ridiculous and sad there.

The heart of escape and escape is originally difficult to escape reality no matter what, even if she constantly wants to avoid it, but what she has is still there, no matter how lonely and helpless she will seem there, she still can't feel any meaning there. What kind of memories in life are suddenly transparent there, but this transparency seems to be terrifying there, as if it is terrifying there.

There will be something dizzy, there is always something that is suddenly powerless there, suddenly there is something vacant, and suddenly there is something to feel, as if something is urging in life, as if it is the urging of life, urging her to stand up, urging her to be strong and go on, to go down her own way, even if it is a very lonely and lonely person, then you must learn to be strong there, and work hard there to learn to be strong.

There was a lot of confusion and unclear things, but for a while, she suddenly couldn't find herself there, she wanted to pinch her hand there, pinched her hand fiercely, and it hurt there. However, I still can't go to that dream. Although nothing can bend to prove that this is a dream. However, he was still unwilling to admit anything, and she was still there with no goal and no direction, as if she had lost at the starting line of life, and the later road to the Children's Palace seemed to exist and seemed to be something that could not be found there.

There is something true, what is false there, what is false, what is very unreal, what is changing, and what seems to be completely abandoned and forgotten there.

What kind of hard to recall, what kind of sadness, that is a dream, that is unreal, and it is also his own hallucination that hurts him, and the road ahead, he will still be difficult to recall, and what is difficult to find there, what kind of disappearance and dissipation, what she has thought about to win, what kind of win is what is real for herself, and what kind of dreams and dreams she wants to realize.

But in the last blank, when a person is alone there, she seems to suddenly understand that the world is really knowing what kind of sharing and returning, everything is also rotating in that small world, and there is also forgetting the general pain, which is something that cannot be recalled, and there is someone who has come again and again, and there is someone who has come and visited, and there is something that is not real there, and it seems to be something that is unreliable there. There's also something unreliable and impossible mixed up there.

Because there is always a time in life that is sad to the dust, and because of what kind of pain there will be, and what kind of pain there is that it is difficult to avoid there, as if it is something that cannot be avoided there, it seems that it is an unavoidable pain, an unavoidable sorrow, and it is also an unavoidable blank and pain there, and what is there is that is blank there, as if it is suddenly blank there, It's also completely impossible there, and it's generally just empty there, and what you have is empty there, as if it's completely empty there, and it seems that you can't cherish something there.

In that forgetfulness, what is far away is completely far away, like a dream, like death, and like many people who have met and separated from each other in life, but everything is still not satisfactory there, when there is something unsatisfactory is there pain, there is also something that is struggling there, it is the sorrow of struggling, it is also the sorrow of struggling, but there is still so unwilling to give up, It's like there, you can't give up something, and you can be vulnerable.

The fragility of life, when she is so fragile that she doesn't particularly pay attention to her own life, there is something that needs to be reminded there, and there is something that needs to be warned there, but in that warning, it seems that there are what kind of feelings and feelings are carried there, and that kind of emotion and emotion is suddenly shattered there, and it seems that it has completely disappeared there. It's like a use, as if they were using each other.

The long-term emptiness, the long-term waiting for something in the emptiness, what kind of avoidance, what kind of fainting, the pain and pain of fainting there, and the long-term blankness and empty wound that seems to have fainted.

I would feel nauseous there, I would vomit there, as if something disgusting was coming out of my stomach, like nausea and pain.

It was the breath of vomit, it was a very terrible and painful breath of vomiting, and in that breath of vomiting, there was something that could not be avoided, it was a disgust, it was also a kind of sorrow, it was also a kind of weakness, it was also a kind of tolerance in that difficulty, there was a very painful, very painful thing as if it was unbearable there, and it seemed that it was something that could not be endured.

Because I can't bear it anymore, because of the pain of what kind of tightness, I want to take a breath somewhere, but in that disgust and disgust, I want to take a breath, I want to take a breath comfortably there, and then I forget, as if I have been forgetting for a long time.

The sick fourteen-year-old Xiao Yinling was still lying on the muddy ground, she just felt that she was sick, she felt that her whole body was cold and wet, but she was already weak, she couldn't move at all, she was so difficult to move there that she was only suffering from a high fever, and she was in that painful torture, as if she was destined to die. She was in that coma, she was once again in a half-awake and half-unconscious state, she was just lying on the hard, cold, wet ground, there she was unconscious, there she was waiting for life to pass from her body, as if she were waiting to die. It was as if she was there waiting for death to come, feeling her body suffering from cold and disease.

She still had no choice in that place, and she was still there to find it again, as if she couldn't find it, as if it was impossible to find it. She felt like she was going to die. She just felt like a wasted person, a wasted person abandoned by Ye Luokong, and every time she recalled that she had to look so obscene to hug his feet, and then he took it away and ran away. Every time she thinks back to this picture, it is like a big stain on her life in her reality and memory, as if it is a scar and stain that cannot be unraveled, she will hate herself very much, and she will feel very contemptible and disgusting. She found it difficult to accept the sad and very stupid self.

She has the heart to die, she wants to die in the torture of the body, but she is hurt by a heavy illness, but if she really wants to die, she also needs to wait for a long period of pain in her life to feel and feel, because it is really painful, so she wants to solve this pain quickly, she wants to end this pain and disease as soon as possible.

Because lonely people are most afraid of getting sick, because when they are sick, there is no one to take care of them, because when they are alone, when they are sick, it means waiting for death for the minstrels. It's just that at that time, the young Yin Ling, who was not very sensible, felt lonely and sad because of this trauma, and felt that no one paid attention to herself, no one cared about her, but would laugh at her, laugh at her ignorance, laugh at her madness, laugh at her humility, the kind of mood and psychology that will only make people feel disgusted, but will not produce the slightest sympathy.

It's just that she is still too young, she doesn't know much about life, so it will be easy to commit suicide, she forgot her parents, she almost forgot because of a setback, she still has parents who care about her, she also forgets that her parents are looking for her everywhere in the village, and they are always anxious and scared to find her. And her parents asked all the places they could find and the people they could ask. And in the end, with the help of someone, she managed to return to her own home to recuperate.

"You madman!" It was the voice of the Immortal, but it was the voice that Yin Ling had long since been unrecognizable, and he said there with some resentment and complaint, "Your family is looking for you crazy, you don't want to die, you don't want to live and sleep on that wetland, you crazy girl!" You big fool with no conscience! Bad boy who specializes in torturing your parents! You ......"

In the following words, although Yin Ji felt physically exhausted, and gradually passed out completely, she could no longer hear, and she couldn't hear anything, so she passed out.