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2 Yin Ling will naturally defend Ye Luokong in the bottom of his heart, everyone is not necessarily perfect, they are all some shortcomings and defects,

It would be nice if this world could tolerate Ye Luokong.

He is a hard and hard-working person, why, he is so hard, many people will just resent him there,

Or just being there will endlessly increase his load and load, as if it must exhaust him to death and crush him to death.

She would feel unfair to him there, but he would just be there looking at her calmly.

His gaze, though calm and gentle, seemed to be there without complaint, but she still felt weeping in that calm gaze.

When a person or a white fox like the white fox's soul possesses a human soul, under the accumulation of that time,

Many, many people are getting farther and farther away from themselves there, becoming stranger and stranger, and they are also on the road of life.

It was there that before I knew it, I was slowly becoming unfamiliar, becoming more and more rusty and unfamiliar.

Because the indifferent heart of the indifferent person is too much.

Ye Luokong is a seemingly indifferent, but in fact, it is a very empty heart,

And this very empty heart, in the air seems to be full of gasoline and fuel oil,

It's as if it will be ignited at any time there, and it will explode there at any time, which is also the terrible and terrifying place of Ye Luokong.

He would have to throw away his own life at any moment.

He was a man who did not take his life very seriously.

He won't feel sorry for himself much.

This will often make the minstrel feel overwhelmed in that place.

Loving others is not to love others for the sake of wanting others to be good, loving others is just to love others for the sake of satisfying yourself,

This in itself is a selfish love. And Ye Luokong will only admit there that he has this kind of selfish love.

Therefore, the people he loves for himself have become very few.

"If you don't obey me, you get out!" It was the same threat he had given her coldly and angrily, and it was a death order.

In the world, everything will become confused, uneasy, and helpless in it.

And in that he became helpless, as if he were in it he was utterly dying,

It's like dying together there, dying out together as a terrible sign.

She'll just cry there, and she'll feel overwhelmed and can't let go.

will also feel helpless to cry there in it, she just feels that she is there at all and it is difficult to communicate with Ye Luokong,

It was difficult to communicate well with him, so that, in the end, she would give up there, and she chose to give up there sadly and powerlessly, and chose to retreat.

Leaf fall is a defensive retreat that will only be chosen in order to attack, when in fact,

In the face of that emotion and all kinds of disputes, he will never retreat, he will never show a kind of surrender in front of her,

He always has a strong and tough attitude, and he will emphasize a kind of control in it, a sense of control that is blindly high up to the top.

The bard is always at a disadvantage there, and always at a loss in it, and there is nothing to do in it.

It also seems that there is no choice there, in the endless blasting, a lot of confusion and blankness,

There are a lot of things, and what kind of troubles that are at a loss and hurt in the general that are entangled in it,

It's a kind of endless control and messiness of troubles, it's a kind of refusal to admit defeat, even if it's painful there, it's something that can't be defeated.

It's a kind of selfish possession and appropriation, and it's also something that you just want to do by your own means.

However, it is also in that it is painful for a long time, crying in pain, and grieving in that crying, and there is no choice in that sorrow, and there is no way to escape or something.

It was a kind of indifference, that was a kind of coldness, but in the end, she could only look at his cold back and cry,

It was silently crying in her heart, it was the distance between each other, not just the distance of physical space,

And the distance that belongs to the heart, the heart between each other, is so far away, so far away,

He was always there to ignore and always avoid, so far away from each other.

She can only be sad for this remoteness, and the pain, but she is also at a loss in it, and it is difficult to choose.

It is the general that is unwilling to choose among them, and it seems that it is the general that cannot be chosen among them.

It is a kind of distance that belongs to time itself, and it seems to be a long, long distance in it.

In that long distance and long escape and evasion, everything is consumed in it,

It is a painful and seemingly sad dissipation, a heart that is always unapproachable, and will always choose a very simple escape and neglect there.

However, because I don't like his indifference and coldness, if we can communicate well with each other,

We can go and discuss something together, how much better would it be?

She was just there puzzled as to why he was always looking impatient.

Why did he always seem reluctant there, unwilling?

What's wrong with everything together? And why is everything still broken and broken in it?

It was the kind of thing that was put down there when someone was already there no longer able to sustain and wait for something,

It is a kind of not cherishing and not caring, and in that indifferent neglect, everything also produces a kind of indifference and a kind of wandering and trance in it.

It will be very impatient in it, and it will also produce endless pain and trouble,

But he was only crying in that trouble, and it seemed that in addition to crying, there was only a kind of numbness left to cry silently, and he was numb like a cold-blooded animal.

And the numb and indifferent person will only increase her fear of him there, and increase her fear of him there, and many, many things will become confused and uneasy there, and there will become heart-wrenching.

A lot of worrying is a kind of unfairness, a kind of indifference and disgust to him, and something that he doesn't care about.

Though he neither cared nor was he happy, she would be there to grieve and mourn, and there she would be to weep for him,

Weeping for him sad and sad, and he would just be there with an indifferent face,

And then, just being there felt that she was stupid, that she was pointless and useless like this, that he just felt that she shouldn't be like this. However, they are already unable to communicate with each other there, and it is also difficult to communicate with each other there.

Everything will have a kind of pause in it, as if in what kind of relationship there is to each other,

It was cut off in the indifferent cutting of that time, and what was there was was cut out in it,

It's like there, and there's nothing to look back again, as if a kind of loneliness and loneliness are growing endlessly there.

It is also a kind of sadness and sadness that seems to be unapproachable there, but what kind of depression and sorrow will be felt in it,

What is always disgusted in it, and it seems to be something that you can't always look back at in it.

Many, many things, just worried in it, like a heavy and painful pain,

In the midst of that worrying pain, there are many things that are already hard to find and hard to find.

It was a chill, like a sad and helpless chill and coldness.

The evasive mind is a kind of distance and alienation that cannot be approached from each other, and cannot be approached.

They can't understand each other, they can't communicate and exchange well with each other, and this itself becomes a kind of pain in it.

It also became a kind of helpless and forgetful something, that is a kind of unsolvable something,

It's as if there's something that can't be extricated from it, just there,

It's as if in that silent time, only oneself is left, but in that lonely and painful self is left.

The sword pierced the large snow-white petals of the pear tree, and the snow-white petals moved with the wind.

And that sharp sword crossed out in the petals, a sharp cold sword in a group of soft and scattered petals,

will choose to pierce among them, and it is like breaking through and piercing all the beauty in it.

Ye Luokong is like the embodiment of suffering, where he is so painful that he goes to practice the sword,

Then, he was so painful there that he was kicked out by the people of the village because of the martial arts he had learned.

In that being driven into a strange world, he has no way out, he doesn't have any livelihood, he needs to find a way to make a living,

Then, he locked on to kill, and then, there he was so painful that he picked up the heavy Changhong Sword that would hurt him.

He killed people with a quick sword, and in it he created many, many enemies and enemies, and his life was in danger there, but he didn't care at all in there.

Changhong's sword stabbed straight away, but it fell into a pair of eyes, a pair of tearful eyes full of enthusiasm and anger,

It's a pair of eyes that he is familiar with, it's the eyes of a fox, but they're straight.

No matter how he looked at it, he would suspect that it was a pair of human eyes, she was her, how could she appear, she finally appeared.

She had just been hiding around there, or if he had felt someone was watching, it had to be her.

Is it a sense of joy, or is it more of a surprise?

Or is it a little more confused and skeptical? He didn't know where he was. He hurried to collect his sword.

The sword that had been piercing straight through it immediately slashed across the sword, and in the eyes of them looking at each other,

drew a sword shadow,

The sharp light of the Changhong Sword reflected a strange metallic luster in the eyes that looked at each other, as if it would sting the eyes.

He turned his hand and quickly took the sword, and as it flew in his hand, swirling among the white petals of the pear blossom,

Then, with a sharp "ding", it quickly fell into the scabbard, and accurately into the scabbard.

At the moment when he tightly clenched the scabbard, his brow furrowed slightly, and a new wound was added to the palm of his right hand.

Because holding a sword with an injury hurts your hand, if you are careful, you will see that a leaf holding a sword in her right hand has been replaced by a sword in her left hand today. Just because ...... Another wound was because of her, because of the sudden withdrawal of the sword.

It was as if he couldn't feel the pain in his hands, and in his mind, there was only an explosion.

He hadn't seen her for a long time, and seeing her again would only make him panic,

He didn't know how to see her again, he couldn't control his panic and the very oppressive feeling of strangeness and alienation, he ...... What should I do?