I masturbated too much yesterday, and I have to write slowly.

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They always thought that the northern abyss was extremely dark and not suitable for the survival of the demon race, and over time, this place became a wasteland, watching those familiar faces disappear into my life one after another, I began to know that some things were reluctant.

On the barren hill, it was as dark as ever, only some starlight fluttered in the sky, and footsteps behind him sounded.

The footsteps are on the mound, with a chic rustling sound.

I turned my head, looked at Uncle Jing who was walking slowly, and asked, "Why is there no light in Beiyuan?" ”

If it's the same here, it's the same outside, it's dawn and it's dark, won't they have to go?

Uncle Jing's face was obscure in the darkness, and I tried my best to brighten my eyes to see his expression clearly, but no, they were right to abandon this place, and they lived in the darkness for a long time, no matter how powerful the demonic power was, they would not be able to see it in the end.

These pitch black, like a demonic beast lying silent in the Red River, quietly eating every demon spirit that tried to stay, it was terrifying.

Uncle Jing walked over, took out a black cloth, and put it around my eyes.

"My Alang, don't think so much, the God of Light will eventually cover the earth, and the Northern Abyss will return to the prosperity of a hundred years ago. They'll all be back, too. ”

Uncle Jing mixed layer after layer of black cloth to obscure my vision.

I tore off the black cloth, a little dissatisfied, he had said this many times, and I believed it, and every day I would stand at the very edge, waiting for the light of the legend. However, it is too difficult to wait, and there may not be any God of Light at all.

"Uncle Jing. Have you ever seen the light? ”

I raised my head and looked at this vicissitudes of life, there were too many barren hills in the northern abyss, and the wind was blowing all over the sky with yellow sand, and sometimes I could see the fine sand between his wrinkles when I was close.

Uncle Jing is already old. It dawned on me that the thought made me a little hungry and regretful about the tone I had just said.

When people are old, they disdain to tell lies again. I kept my head down. Say I'm sorry.

Uncle Jing touched my head lovingly, and looked at the hills in the distance again.

After a long silence, Uncle Jing suddenly said, "Alang." Can't you wait? ”

I didn't understand what he meant. After being stunned for a while, I realized that he was talking about light.

"This is an empty city, and before my father died, he said that it was a pity, and when I left, I didn't want to have any more regrets."

Uncle Jing sighed long and said in a low voice, "Then go out ......"

The latter words were blown away by the sudden blow. The wind and sand rolled up in the sky, whistling in my face. The fine small grains of sand were blown on his face by the strong wind, and there was some slight pain, and he didn't pay attention to it for a while, but Uncle Jing's words slipped in his ears and he didn't hear it clearly.

Many days later, I asked Uncle Jing what he said that day.

He didn't answer me.

****

There is an inner city in the northern abyss, which is said to be guarded by the great demon of the candle dragon.

I've been listening to stories about the Great Demon since I was a child, and I'm very interested in this candle dragon who is very close. I often hold the old ancient books and look at the demon text on it in a daze.

"The king of Pangu, the head of the dragon and the body of the snake, shh Don't drink or eat, breath is the wind, thousands of miles long, in the east of the unenlightened, it is a thing, living under the bell mountain, Beiyuan Valley Temple. ”

Opening my eyes for the day, closing my eyes for the night, I brushed these eight words, and my heart was a little sour.

Could it be that the big demon closed his eyes, so the northern abyss was dark? So, when did he wake up?

I looked at the ancient book and memorized the words on it, and every time I went to sleep, I would always read it again.

Over time, when I fell asleep at night, I would see a slender eye, which was hollow, and seemed to look at one place after another, and I would sometimes follow that gaze, but it was pitch black and nothing.

It wasn't until half a year later that Uncle Jing instructed me to guide the spirit, and that day, for the first time, I saw a glimmer of light in those empty eyes, which was faint, but my eyes were almost destroyed.

The light turned into a white flame, unreal.

Leaving the flame, I subconsciously shouted this name, the flame swayed, bloomed, the whole world was dazzling white, I shed tears for the first time in the light.

After channeling, I never met that eye again.

****

Uncle Jing left for a while, and I sat alone in the empty city, continuing to look at the vast darkness.

On the barren hill, I burned a fire stick with the fire of the light, inserted it in the highest place, illuminated a small place, looking at the faint light, I felt extremely happy, the fire of the light burned for a long time, the light of the day before yesterday, after a few days, was still alive, I began to have a bold conjecture. If I could, I would like to light up the entire North Abyss.

Finding wood that has been burning for a long time is my favorite thing to do when I was thirteen years old, alone in the mountains, groping for the Borneo tree, this kind of tree is also what I see in ancient books, but in the deep mountains, there are dangers, Uncle Jing never let me go up the mountain alone.

This time he wasn't there, and I was determined to make it happen.

I want to make their land visible to the rest of the people of the North Abyss!

The Borneo tree searched for almost three months, and it took great difficulty to find one. But it was enough, and I calculated carefully, and divided the whole tree into two thousand five hundred parts, one hundred to be planted outside the city, five hundred to be planted in the barren hills, and the rest to be placed in the capital.

Everything went according to my plan, the process went smoothly, and on the day I lit up the North Abyss, I was in a state of excitement and ran many laps back and forth on the barren hills.

On that day, many eyes were on me, and it was also that day that I realized the responsibilities and fears of being a leader.

The Flame of Separation is my natural spirit, born with attack power, and after lighting up the seven breaths of the entire Northern Abyss, the number of dead and injured demons has reached half.

The entire capital, which was as bright as day, suddenly became the hell of Shura.

The wails resounded throughout the barren hills, and swept through the capital with the sound of a fierce wind, and I stood above the gates, and I could clearly see the hideous appearance of every familiar face, who were fighting to the death against the fire, who were struggling in the fire, whose blood was burned to a strange smell, which will not be forgotten for many years to come.

There was a white light in the sky, and there were ashes flying, and I didn't dare to look into their eyes anymore.

I'm scared, I'm scared.

Clarity is a sinner!

Sinner!

Sinner!

After that, I never had that dream again.

The story of light also seems to have come to an end.

*****

Uncle Jing is back again, and I heard that he has been looking for me for a long time, and it is very hard to find me.

When we met again, he said to me, "Aaron, the light you want will come as scheduled." ”

I had a cold face, and I didn't know how to reply to this. (To be continued.) )