It's just that... It's a little too difficult.

There are thousands of years of literature in his hand, and he threw it aside casually, and his hands were tightly clasped on his head.

Hu Zhongjun didn't have any specific influence, so he retreated into a ball, like a huge water grape in a vacuum.

The paper folded three hands in his sleeves, and sighed helplessly, there is really no way to do such powerlessness.

He has also stayed up here for a long time, but there is no way to find any source, who knows if sometimes the suspicion is that there is something wrong with the news, or that there is something wrong in the memory of the three years, otherwise how can it be so without a trace, there is no way to find it anywhere.

Alas!

Thinking about this, he really sighed, his eyes were slightly closed, the pain in his eyelids, the pain in his body, and the taste of stuffiness had long been in this habit for a long time, and he had long been indifferent to the feeling of pain.

It's just that every pain is also a reminder of what kind of pain he once brought to that simple and kind girl, and what kind of wand he walked into.

He wanted to let him and the girl suffer such pain with him, and he wanted to pull people down to sleep, and stain his body with the same sins and darkness as himself.

What kind of crazy state did he achieve, and he was able to do such a shameful thing, thanks to someone who stopped it in time, thanks to those people who broke his own vanity, and thanks to his plan all failed.

If not, what kind of state do you want to face this story in now? Come and face your own heart, face yourself, your already dark life.

The only person who is good to himself, the only person who does not have the first eyes, does not get close to himself with the purpose of wanting to hurt himself, and will treat himself with sincerity, but with such dirty thoughts and dirty methods, he contaminates the darkness on the other party's body, and even wants to hurt the other party, and even wants the other party, to spend the future days like himself, and let the other party experience all the pain he has experienced.

Now that I think about it, I used to be crazy, I deserved to die, I deserved to be punished so much, I deserved to suffer all this, everything was deserved, there was nothing to argue, and now I think about it from the bottom of my heart.

Now there is no way to see that bright girl, that is, the punishment for her eternal life and eternity, which is more unbearable than the pain on her body, more painful and painful than the knife that cut her body, and makes me feel as if I have been killed.

For a long time, I would have the idea of wanting to atone for my sins, looking for the Henan girl to have relevant information, and I wanted to make a little help for the other party, but I happened to know such a piece of news.

And then...

There is nothing to do, to fall into such an endless abyss of searching, I haven't seen any news at all, and I even say that I am dizzy in this photo, and there is no way to see what is going on.

I even found a mysterious person, like a luxury hope, as if I wanted to die, there was no way to achieve it, I could only spend my life in this boundless nothingness, but this pain and difficulty through the pain of cutting again and again, but these fires and fires, I had no way to find the final source.

Whether it has always been a little ridiculous, but this is a ridiculous behavior, but I am perceiving Ruyi, in such a boundless root, slowly looking for that nerve, looking for a clear direction I can get, looking for the behavior I should do.

But... It is really a little anxious to find that there is no news at all now, and it is even said that it has been recorded in the literature for thousands of years, and the news of a little SLR sticky piece has made them look at it all over, but there is no way to find it at all, there is no trace, not even a little infection.

It is to make people feel anxious from the bottom of their hearts, such a sense of powerlessness hit themselves hard, there is no way to break free, at this moment, it is better to let yourself feel under the sun, the taste of being burned again.

And Hu Zhongjun is obviously more attentive than him, trying his best to collect a lot of news before he appeared, and found a strong helper, even in this case, there is no way to find any clues.

He didn't come to help much, just shortened it a little, sifting out the useless news, and it was only because of this that it brought despair again and again.

With the efforts of the two people, what they saw was the boundless emptiness and nothingness, and there was no way to touch any of the edges, just like a joke, as if God had played a joke on them, giving them a goal that there was no way to achieve, and letting them move forward towards this darkness, but there was no way to reach the end.

There is no way to see the future, there is no way to find the position that should be found in the end, at this moment they are like a game grasped by others, just like that piece of their own destiny, there is no way to really grasp it, but they can't get any end.

In this piece of nothingness. Walking quickly is like the two of them were also injured, the most vicious reputation was sealed in the painting door, Luo Tao and he once experienced the same taste, survival can not be true, can not wait in this piece of false imagination, but did not see any trace of future imagination at all.

It's sad to think about.

But when I thought of that bright and cheerful girl, I felt that what I did was valuable, as long as he sent a message, as long as he could find the harmful existence behind it.

Their actions are valuable, at least they can guarantee a safety for being able to shoot someone with the girl, at least what they do can be useful, this is what they are anxious about is that they have no way to find the news, it is not clear when they can find it, whether it will be found before the person does it.

Or is it too confusing to be able to find everything before this girl dies.

The short life of human beings is a terrible limit in front of them, and whether those decades of time will allow them to find the final result.

It's all too illusory.

Let them have no way at all, they can get any definition, and even have an idea in their hearts, they may not be able to find such a clue when the other party is alive, as long as they think of this moment, they feel like a knife, but. Even under such pressure, they still have to look for it, and they are walking forward with a little hope.

When he opened his eyes again, the blood in his eyes completely receded, even if Yanqing was scraped into a few pieces again, he would recover quickly, and he turned his head again to look over the lines in his hands, and couldn't help but fall into a long period of distress again, but he didn't find any of the words written at all.

"Hey! What kind of age do you think this monster will be in? It always feels like there are no clues that can be queried, and it's really annoying to be bothered by headless flies! ”

"How to say it, there will be similar goals in every era, but it's a pity that the past is either already in the ground, or they are not found by them for no reason at all, a toss, and two of them simply died of fright on the spot, and it is really... Alas! ”

After all, the targets they are looking for are all existences that manipulate illusory scenes, no matter how strong the cultivation of this kind of monsters is, it is still too fragile for those who are really powerful, even if they have reached the top position.

Other monsters can easily take away their names, compared to Thailand and Fragile any trouble, they are all frightened, under the long-term backlog of years, it is easy to be lucky, so it has always been a little sad.

They are all the same weak monsters, and they can't help but die a little bitterly in Hubei, but in this situation, they have no way to give up, and they don't have the ability to give up, they want to achieve their goals, no matter how much of their minds are unsettled, it is acceptable.

Anyway, they have also come over in such cruel times, they all have their own means of registration, they have their own experiences, they have already learned to be indifferent, I sighed a little, and walked into another world.

Eyes carefully swept over each moment of text, the two of them unconsciously paused, slowly raised their heads, looked at each other's eyes, and frowned tightly, as if in each other's eyes, they saw the answer flowing out of their hearts.

"There are relevant characters in every era, and we have carefully searched for them and checked them in detail!"

"But there is an era when it is really empty, and there is no shadow of the matching characters at all, and there is not even a trace of the fit..."

This kind of weak monster that manipulates the illusion is indeed a small number of weak people, after all, it is too weak a group, after all, it will still have a certain value of existence, and it is also possible to be slightly squeezed aside.

Each era has its own chapter, and there is nothing surprising about it.