The first day of the sun is always so warm.

Winding trails.

Lead to.

Secluded high forests.

Surrounded by high forests.

Circle a small piece of the world.

Only the clear blue sky remains.

A few flying birds.

Passing by is accompanied by the sound of cicadas.

Wide stone surface.

It has a messy pattern.

Sunlight shining through the cracks between the leaves.

Wine on top.

Sparkling.

It's warm and tranquil.

The green silk and the headband are intertwined.

Dress to the floor.

The dirt is stained.

Qiao Ao didn't know what was serious.

Puff puff dress.

Stand up.

Stretch your muscles.

I've been waiting here for three hours.

Why hasn't Yan Qing'er come yet?

Such a nice place.

It's almost the night here.

Qiao Ao looked around.

Don't even say it.

It's good.

There is no culture.

That's all I can say.

Blind to this beautiful place.

A poem should be composed.

Qiao Ao changed into women's clothes.

I can't stand it.

This height and this figure are not visible.

Too unsuitable.

Broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs.

Just take a look!

Get to work.

It's nothing.

Sometimes competent.

It's also good and bad.

Qiao Ao tossed back and forth.

How the clothes look unpleasant.

It always felt like something was wrong.

Feeling uncomfortable.

I can't tell you what it's like.

It's weird.

Just beginning to feel.

Qiao Ao was stunned.

No...... No

I...... I

Qiao Ao's little heart couldn't stand it.

Calm down.

Calm down.

Calm down.

Don't panic.

Be calm in everything.

According to the progress of the current plot.

The Plague City event has begun.

Now think about it.

Everything went smoothly.

It's just a little bit closer.

Hope to live.

Evening –

The night is as cool as water.

A small piece of sky circled by the high forest.

It has become a star-studded starry sky.

The warm temperature of the wide stone vanished.

Qiao Ao sat on the cold stone.

Playing with dog tail grass.

Come and pass the time.

Lie down on your side.

Rest your elbows under your head.

Tilt your head.

Now the control of the plot.

It's still going on.

And didn't get rid of it.

I still have to persevere.

Otherwise, your life will be in jeopardy.

I won't see the sun tomorrow.

Lay here for a day.

Yan Qing'er did not appear at the agreed place.

Qiao Ao was helpless.

I knew it would be like this.

The dog's blood routine is too deep.

Fortunately, Qiao Ao was prepared.

Fork your waist to the sky!

Laugh three times!

The secret passage has been found.

That day, Yan Qing'er was afraid that the partition wall would have ears.

didn't tell Qiao Ao directly.

If you don't come.

Take the secret passage.

Wait for me outside the secret passage.

What a foresight!

Chalet ———

The bleak autumn wind is coming again.

A puff of moisture came to my face.

Dry air doped with each other.

Hot and cold alternately.

The hardest thing to rest.

Hidden under the calm is turbulence.

As the weather cools down.

If you are not careful, you will be infected with wind chill.

I can't afford to be sick.

Within three days, he was killed instantly.

Click...... Click...... Click

The footsteps were getting closer.

The wooden door creaked open.

I can't see the face clearly when I look against the light.

He was wearing a simple and smooth green shirt.

Color is a color that is not easy to determine.

in the visible spectrum.

It's somewhere between green and blue.

But there was a different feeling.

Mixed with grays between black and white.

It reveals a kind of moderation.

Give calm.

Unassuming.

But there is also an obsession with steadiness.

The natural and smooth lines go down consistently.

No vines, no branches.

There is no embellishment.

Not complicated.

It's not shabby.

"Come with me"

The sound has .

The elegance and gentleness dyed by the scent of books.

and poetry.

Tight spaces.

There was only a trace of air flowing.

Qiao Ao squatted inside.

The back of the body is close to the wall, without a single gap.

The muddy Qiao Ao faced.

Mouth full of mud.

Qiao Ao pouted his mouth twice.

Knees against the chin.

Palm caress the wall.

Dirt walls, to be exact.

All right!

It's a bit far-fetched that people even talk about the walls.

Qiao Ao's elbow was bent.

Keep your feet together.

Hunched back.

I lamented from the bottom of my heart.

Obviously from the tunnel.

Why is it back again.

This is the place where Yan Qing'er is imprisoned.

What's going on?

And in this house.

How can there be someone who doesn't belong here.

Listening to the sound doesn't look like a food delivery.

Qiao Ao's mood at this moment.

It's a bit complicated.

At that time, Yan Qing'er agreed to be refreshing.

Now think about it.

When the negotiation first began.

Yan Qing'er's intention is obvious.

Kill me......

And then it turned too fast.

Because I was so happy at the time.

Ignoring the intent of this.

Moreover.

At this moment.

In this projectile land.

Minor injuries can be inflicted.

In the worst case, life is not guaranteed.

it!

Oh no!

"Wait a minute......

Yan Qing'er bent over and covered her stomach.

Petite and delicate hands clenched.

Skirt of the abdomen.

Messy folds.

Ups and downs.

"When the time comes, don't waste it."

"No! I...... My stomach is upset," he looked up at the man in the green shirt with teary eyes.

Pouting cherry pout.

Long eye hairs.

Twinkle.

Look at the poor babble.

Lovely.

“……”

The man in the green shirt waved his sleeves.

Cuffs are exposed.

In an instant, silver-white needles flew out.

Straight to the ground.

Off the foot of the weir Qing'er.

It's just an inch away.

A little further along.

I'm afraid of Yan Qing'er.

The feet don't exist anymore.

"Prepare for the scene! You...... You're not afraid I'll tell you...... Tell......! ”

Yan Qing'er has a small face.

It's red, it's red.

Angry straight jumping feet.

Hand conductor dance.

Straight to the scene.

Said loudly to him.

"Time for a cup of tea"

Scene Planning.

His lips pursed slightly.

Flick your sleeves and turn around.

Squat down.

Sitting on the ground.

The mat began to meditate.

Close your eyes.

To the weir Qing'er.

Said coldly and softly.

Qiao Ao's stiff body didn't move.

Whether the mud is on the mouth or on the face.

Qiao Ao didn't care anymore.

Life and death are boundless.

Who cares about this and that.

Look at the conversation above for the situation.

Yan Qing'er is here?

She did it on purpose.

It's also a way to illustrate one thing.

Yan Qing'er had no ability to escape.

You need to rely on external forces to escape. And this external force is.

The man in the green shirt mentioned by Yan Qing'er made a speech.

And Yan Qing'er.

In the stalling time time.

She's waiting for me to escape......

I misunderstood Yan Qing'er when I said that.

This world is unpredictable.

Even if you meet someone who is genuinely good to you.

It is also habitual skepticism.

And don't believe in all this.

Break this line of defense in the hearts of the people.

It takes a lot of money to get into the heart.

Even so.

Really take it to heart.

Besides, you can put it in and take it out.

Isn't it?

In the end, it's not like you get nothing.

Qiao Ao felt all these things and people.

Development is all about making people.

Unpredictable.

Distracted.

Can it be believed in the end.

The mud stained the placket.

Fall to the underwear.

Qiao Ao didn't feel it at all.

The smell of earth.

It spreads between the noses and finally spreads.

A breath of fresh air hits your face.

was discovered.

Qiao Ao knew it was just a matter of time.

Listening to the voice of the man in the green shirt is not simple.

What's more, I know the heroine Yan Qing'er.

It's generally not hard to guess.

Here we go.

Qiao Ao chuckled.

————I'm a cute line——————

The blood-colored clouds hovered endlessly in the sky.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled a patch.

Shine into the sorghum field.

In a trance.

The chaos of heaven and earth is full of shadows. The jumble of footsteps of the team.

It's been ringing far away.

Qiao Ao's eyes hung in front of him.

Blue-white fog mantle.

Block Qiao Ao's view.

I only heard the footsteps of the team.

The formation and shadow of the team were nowhere to be seen.

Qiao Huan's feet moved quickly.

The scenery around you.

The farther away you are.

The fog is like the sea, and the closer you get, the more turbulent it becomes.

And so it went.

Towering over the red sorghum fields by the lake.

It belongs to the unknown bluestone tombstone without words.

The grass has withered on the grave.

Keep an intently watchful eye on everything here.

Look into the distance.

Late autumn in August.

Boundless sorghum.

A sea of red blood.

Sorghum is dense and brilliant.

Sorghum is poignant and lovely.

The autumn breeze is desolate.

The sun is shining.

Sorghum sliding.

The purple-red shadows of plump white clouds.

Columns of dark red people shuttle.

The soldiers are coming......

Everything has changed.

The outbreak of the original book did not happen.

And with it comes the killing.

The team marched on a narrow dirt road.

The sound of human footsteps.

Interspersed with the side of the road.

The sound of broken grass squirming.

The fog is strangely thick.

Lively and changeable.

Qiao Ao's face.

Countless dense small water droplets condense into large droplets.

A handful of Qiao Ao's hair stuck to his scalp.

From both sides of the road.

Sorghum in the field.

A faint minty smell wafted in.

and the bitter and slightly dry smell of ripe sorghum.

Qiao Ao has long been used to it.

Not new, not strange.

I have been in this sorghum field for many days.

It's going to be a month.

It was spent from the end of summer to the beginning of autumn.

Qiao Ao walked in the fog.

Smelled that novelty.

Yellow and red fishy sweetness.

That taste.

Subtle hints of mint and sorghum come through.

It smells of blood.

The sound of weapons colliding came and went.

Screams of pain echoed in my ears.

The popping of weapons into flesh.

The smell of blood became stronger and stronger, spreading to Qiao Ao.

I can't resist it at the moment.

Is it over......

No! Qiao Ao didn't believe it.

It can be changed.

It's just not enough.

That's true of everything.

Feeling good enough.

Not perfect.

That means you're not doing your best. Perfection in itself.

It's like that with success.

Nothing is easy.

The world is so cruel and unforgiving.

The dust of the rise.

Particles are suspended.

It's as if time stands still.

Energy flows around the body.

The heart is as calm as water.

Placid.

The muscles and veins are accessible.

Light as a swallow.

Do you believe in miracles?

Qiao Ao has not been clear.

What species is this?

It has no logic to speak of.

Normal way of thinking.

Methods to understand will not work.

It's unreal.

Unrealistic things.

Until now, Qiao Ao knew.

A miracle is the courage to do it again after a failure.

It is the ambition of not admitting defeat in the heart.

It is a sonorous and powerful pride.

Never retreat from the confident heart.

Energetic outward.

A transparent protective film is formed.

Flowing energy.

in the body endlessly.

The smell of blood is closer.

Can you resist it?