"Humph!"

Hu Zhongjun turned into a breeze and fluttered, spun slightly in the air, and slowly fell under the shade of the tree.

Cool and clear shade of trees, close to the lake.

The elf he brought with him in the water could also settle down here, and he stepped lightly on the blades of grass in front of him, and his fingers caressed the rough wood lines.

"These people with broken words are really annoying, if they haven't agreed, they will never do anything excessive, and let them experience what it means to break bones and tendons."

The words spoken, the transparent figure between public opinion, slightly floating, and the breeze blew gently, as if there were some ripples on him. The transparent figure swayed slightly, and under the refraction of the light, there was a slight color transmission.

Hu Zhongjun's transparent face is inexplicably handsome, and it is always difficult to see what kind of face it is, but you can also ask for the beautiful nose and the slightly small tip of the pen.

The beautiful eyelashes draw a trace of arc, which is the eyelashes condensed by water droplets, clean and transparent, like silver threads gently shimmering.

His fingertips ran over the rough lines of wood, and he tapped lightly.

"Thanks to Zhong San, regardless of the previous suspicions, I came to the rescue in the water and fire, otherwise I would be in the lake, and I would be turned into a wisp of breath by the scorching flames, floating in the world, and I can't provide it at this time, leaving any shadow."

Searching for such words, he couldn't help but feel a little palpitating, and he gently pressed his heart, slightly flat.

Hu Zhongjun is just a spirit in the water, so he gathered in this academy, felt Lang Lang's scholarly vitality and practiced, and cultivated into such a form, just taking the breath of writing.

Occasionally, they will mix with each other and influence each other, and there is already some power to suppress, so that they dare not be too presumptuous.

But there will be no more difficult time, come out to save yourself, for yourself, at the beginning, it was indeed a little benefit, but now it is also an unspeakable obstacle, always staring at your own life.

Now this thing, maybe in that heroic righteousness, he is also looking at himself mockingly, waiting for himself to be grilled clean by the flames, and completely disappear from this world, and then this figure will be thrown away and saved to stay, and it will fall into some trouble and dirt.

His existence is the trouble of learning, listening to the sound of reading, feeling the righteousness of the young man, and thus deriving the lake elves and water monsters.

Righteousness and monsters.

It just sounds ridiculous, how can something so generally contradictory to each other really become the same, how can such a back-and-forth opposing existence be distorted into the same.

But it was under the collision of such breaths that he gave birth to some consciousness that was originally just a waste in this piece of Hu like water.

But under this neat torrent, he really corrected his current mentality, and he originally interviewed the academy and snatched his home, but now he helps each other and gives himself a human face.

But...

The righteousness of Lang Lang, the heavy cultivator, is a little suppressed by himself in the end, but the monster chooses to be estranged, this kind of stay is still a little difficult for many survivals, but this is originally his own place of residence, which belongs to the back row in principle.

The breath of each other is running-in, and it brings itself to the higher behavior, and the natural mutant is a natural mutant, which is for all the characters, and with the improvement of their own strength, there are quietly some things that are also slowly suppressed.

Hu Zhongjun could occasionally feel that his strength was suppressed, carrying the aura of the academy on his back, resisting each other, and the academy was also covering and excluding his existence.

Such a general place was originally his home, but the latecomers occupied the magpie's nest, but he had already disturbed the academy.

A little bit of power and breath slowly entangled, and the attack was just that he was too greedy, and the stability of this moment couldn't leave it, and he couldn't do it, and he walked away.

Staying in this loud reading, this majestic righteousness surrounds his own safety, even if the behavior cannot go further, the external danger will never collide with himself, only his own water spirit remains here.

In a sense, it is also a serious stability.

Hu Zhongjun is not strong in his own right, and he has walked through that chaotic era, and all kinds of intrigues and killings between each other make people feel the taste of fear.

He didn't have a real form at the beginning, just looking at the lake, and he didn't attract people's attention at all

Most of the youkai were indulged in fighting with each other, and where would they notice the existence of a puddle of water, even if a little bright red dripped into the lake, it was not his own need to disperse slowly, but suffered from an unwarranted disaster.

He ran on the desolate land, trying to get as close as possible to Liu Ling himself, hiding his body and mind, not calling any conscious existence, and feeling that his own water has its own thoughts.

It has always been like this, and I have also felt a little bloody and bloody, so I have never participated in it, but I can't help but be stained with a little bright red, and I have to go through countless rivers to wash it before I can completely absorb the color of nothing.

Hiding under Tibet, and then barely retaining the current sense of existence.

Hu Zhongjun has experienced the torture of the times, but in the end he still understands what it represents, and the fear that deeply grabbed his throat has already been deeply engraved in his mind.

Unable to erase the imprint of the times, he grabbed his feet tightly, stretched out his heavy chains, and buckled this fearful heart.

He saw the upheaval and displacement, and got up in the midst of longing and stability in this small lake.

I didn't swim to any extent, but I just waited for the moment when I drew my human form.

He learned to be content, and he also knew what it meant to be satisfied, and now that the academy was detained by his side, he naturally gained a fundamental stability.

I haven't suffered an external blow for many years, and with such an aura, my behavior has also improved rapidly, but I am stuck on a plane and suffer a little suppression, which is enough for me to pursue stability.

Stepping out of his comfort zone is indeed a frightening problem, why not be afraid, the external intrigues, the bloody and bloody spirits.

I have seen the sky as red as a soldering iron, and the particles that can be seen everywhere, and I can't tell what it used to be.

The desolation that has long been engraved in front of him, how could he have taken this step so easily.