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There is always something that seems to be blurred there, and it is also vague and somewhat blurred there,

It was a kind of vague tenderness, and it was also a kind of vague forgetfulness, but it was still in that place, and he was a little sad to lean his back against the wall,

He didn't want to go any further, because he thought that the old man might be taking a nap, and he still didn't want to disturb the old man's nap.

He was just there with his back to the wall, and then, in the light veily wind, he sobbed softly there,

What kind of light and faint pain in the memory, a kind of pain and forgetfulness that cannot be relieved, but there is something missing,

It's as if it's been gone, who's company, who's company, it's as if there is no possibility,

With a touch of pain, with a touch of reluctance, but also with a touch of emptiness.

In the floating wind in that memory, there is already something so far away there, so far away,

It's a pain in nostalgia, it's a pain of lovesickness, but it's still lingering there,

Suddenly it was as if his whole body was so soft in the sun, as if he was so soft in it that he lost his strength,

And there he felt a very, very weak, weak and powerless, and there he felt a sense of powerlessness.

Powerlessness seemed to be just there with the urge to cry with cowardice, but there he was leaning against the wall for a long time,

Raised his head hard, lifted the tears that had not yet fallen in his eyes, in that faint light,

It was as if everything had completely disappeared there.

Is it all good at this moment? Is all this good?

If, everything is so calm and plain, and if she is also around,

He may still hesitate there, and he may really want to be obsessed and nostalgic in this peaceful and peaceful life.

It's inevitable that you'll always be there with some nostalgia for those peaceful and tranquil lives,

However, he still does not live in that kind of peaceful life, his life is so full of murderous intent,

And this time, also in this small village, he felt the peace and tranquility of the small village, he just cherished these and the beauty and it was so difficult to choose,

It's also difficult to choose among them, as if it's hard to find a look back in that place.

Someone once said that Ye Luokong is a very suitable material for killing, but if they see Ye Luokong at this moment,

It's just that he feels almost like a sick patient, weak, powerless, and vulnerable.

Because under the torture between the sword and the flesh and blood, his body and his soul were all there, and some felt powerless, some felt lonely and nostalgic.

He was almost there feeling that his whole body was there in a state of emaciation, physical and mental exhaustion,

It was as if a gust of wind could kill him, and he felt like he was about to collapse.

In the end, he felt that he really didn't have any strength to walk.

He didn't care about anything at all, and just collapsed in the alley, still with his back to the wall, but there he hung his head weakly.

Sometimes, those feelings of powerlessness are just a sense of hesitation and powerlessness, but there is no real need to work hard and pay there.

Once upon a time, he would do his best to pay and struggle for a purpose and what kind of goal,

And at that time, Ye Luokong was a Ye Luokong with very strong combat effectiveness.

Sometimes, although strength is necessary, it is a goal and direction in the heart, and it is the concentration of the heart.

Everything needs to be there very, very clear and clear, and then you can feel that the real power of life is there.

If you want to be motivated in life, you must look for the source of that motivation. So and so to give, so and so to do their best,

What is everything for, and whether all this is in line with one's own heart.

Sometimes, I feel that it is worth it, very, very worthwhile.

However, it is also what kind of time and what kind of confusion and powerlessness you will feel there.

There was some doubt, doubting whether everything was really necessary there, and whether it was real enough to be worth it there.

Ye Luokong thought a little funny, if, he really had to lose the Changhong Sword forever,

If he wasn't a killer anymore, what would he do? Suddenly, he felt a horror and a horror there.

He suddenly realized that if he didn't become a killer, he didn't seem to have any other specialties, he was like he couldn't do anything there.

He may well have become a wreck there, and suddenly there he felt a low sadness and sorrow,

Maybe this is when Ye Luokong was low, he was just there hanging his blue sparse hair,

The blue bangs covered his eyes, and he couldn't see clearly, he just sobbed softly there,

With a crying voice, he said as if he was talking to himself: "Girl, am I useless? ”

"Haha, you're so honest! I would like to praise you so much for your honesty!

I didn't expect that you, the arrogant and arrogant Ye Luokong, would also have a time to admit defeat, hehe, the son can be taught! ”

There he was, and suddenly he felt the voice of a seven- or eight-year-old girl that he was very, very familiar with echoing in his memory.

It's a very high-pitched feeling there, and it's also very arrogant.

"Tell you, if Ye Luokong is useless, then Yin Ling is even more useless than Ye Luokong, ten times more useless stupid girl, stupid girl!"

"God, don't hurt yourself like this, right? Are you hurting yourself by competing with me? ”

He couldn't help but laugh, he looked up and tried to reply, but the words were spoken, but ...... What about the little girl?

What about the seven or eight-year-old girl?

What about the little girl named Yinling? She's gone?

Still is...... She didn't exist at all.

She's just ...... It's not around.

Moreover, when the little girl named Yin Ling was seven or eight years old, he seemed to have been ten or eleven years old.

So, he is now in his twenties, how can she still be seven or eight years old?

The seven or eight-year-old girl just lived in his memories, and she lived for a long time.

Very illusory to survive, he just felt a kind of sadness and sorrow there, but he also felt a kind of pain and a feeling of helplessness and helplessness there.

He used to be there because he was criticized by the teacher, and he counted his own wrongs and bads in front of Xiao Yinling.

And at that time, the little Yin Ling was so giggling and laughing in reply to his sigh.

He also felt comfortable and bright in the cheerful laughter of Xiao Yinling.

Although, he would often argue with the Yin Ling there, or he would be there to deal with the little Yin Ling, and he would do it against.

But he suddenly found that those confrontation times were a little nostalgic, but still a little sad.

It's just that I feel some bad in it, and I shouldn't have it at all.

However, he suddenly realized that maybe he should look for something else that he could really do.

Instead of just being there to either hurt others or watch out for others, he had thought about washing his hands and not doing it.

However, he seemed to have no other choice.

He can't wait for the day when he changes his career, and he will ...... before that That's the end of it, right? He had no time to grieve and lament.