Chapter 153 Fish in the Rope, Fish Back Rope

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In ancient times, there were Dapeng birds, and those who swayed up were millions of miles, connecting the sky and the earth, holding the green clouds outside the nine heavens, and drinking the sweet springs at the bottom of the nine secluded fields. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Doing the things of heaven and earth, walking the road of freedom in the world, this is called Dapeng.

Xia He is not the Dapeng bird after all.

But he will one day become a roc.

From the moment he stepped into the realm of cultivating the fate of the cultivators, he was destined to be free, and he was destined to be free.

It's just that how can we seek great freedom in the world and find great freedom in the world without the shackles of the mortal womb body, and how can we find great freedom in the world.

It's just that saying this, doesn't it seem a little helpless?

Life and death in the world are the most helpless things.

The so-called great bliss, the so-called great leisure, isn't it great helplessness?

I have seen so much bliss, and the one-eyed fish that has lived for so many years also want to enjoy the so-called bliss and enjoy the so-called leisure.

When it wanted to come, it didn't want to, because it was always hiding, avoiding Xia He's hand, avoiding the Dapeng bird, it didn't want to see that kind of blissful leisure, because it knew that the so-called freedom and bliss were just emptiness.

Everything is empty, everything is empty.

To die is to be empty, and to die is to be empty.

In the book, someone asks the strange woman in which country it is, what is death?

It was the woman who had come out of death, and when people saw her, she was looking at the sky, and behind her was endless blood red, the blood red of the mountains, and she walked out of the blood red.

There was a maple forest where she passed, and it was late autumn, full of red leaves, red like blood, the same color as the color behind her.

She didn't look at the maple leaves, although it was beautiful, she didn't look at the blood behind her, although it was very much that she could never forget.

What is death?

When someone asked her, she looked at the sky and replied very slowly and leisurely, as if she had mentioned it casually.

"Death, death is nothing......"

When she talked about the heavy question of death, her tone was very light, as light as the cloud in her eyes.

Death is how the world works, no matter how the world changes, it has nothing to do with you, because you are ignorant and unconscious, you have nothing.

This is death, a light and heavy death.

No one knew what had happened to the strange woman that had made death so cold.

It was an incomprehensible coldness to the world.

Xia He understood a little at this time, so his eyes became cold and his hands became cold.

The gray mist covering the sky also gradually cooled down with Xia He's flatness, or that kind of cooling was cold for the fish that escaped.

It's still at large.

Xia He didn't chase anymore because he already had something more in his hands.

Xia He held it in his hand, and there was a burst of wetness from his fingertips, like a little wetness that had just been lifted out of the water.

The hand is rough, rough like a hemp rope.

That's a piece of hemp rope.

Xia He was still melting in the gray mist, and he didn't know when he was holding the hemp rope in his hand, the hemp rope appeared very abruptly, but it was unexpectedly timely, as if someone deliberately pinched the time to send the hemp rope to Xia He's hands.

If there is such a person, it should not be a man, but a god.

Xia He thought for a while, and thought of a figure who was suddenly poor and sour.

Then, thinking he had thought of it, he looked at the other end of the rope, and the other end extended beyond the gray mist, all the way to the big fish in front of the big hand.

Xia He felt that the hemp rope in his hand was pulling very tightly, what was the other end of the rope pulling?

It's a very pointless question, and the answer is easy to guess.

But just guessing still doesn't work, only seeing it will be useful, and only killing it will be of great use.

Xia He tried to see the end of the hemp rope first, so he pulled the hemp rope.

Vomit~

The disgusting voice came again, only this time with emotion.

Emotions of fear.

The end of the hemp rope could only be the one-eyed fish.

Just like in Yin Huai's dream, he also carried a hemp rope in his hand, and the end of the hemp rope was still a one-eyed fish.

The hemp rope is very painful, so its cry is also full of pain.

But no matter how painful it was, it still refused to get out of the big fish.

The pain you endure now is better than the pain of death.

Xia He felt the pull of the hemp rope in his hand, and didn't say anything, but his arm added a little more strength.

In the same way, the one-eyed fish on the other side of the rope also added a little more strength, even more than Xia He, it was so desperate to get away from Xia He, wanted to get rid of the hemp rope, it could be heard from its cry turning into a roar.

The roar of the one-eyed anchovy is still like the coughing and vomiting of a patient who has been sick in bed for a long time, which is not good.

Such an ugly voice made Xiao Pian's face behind the gray mist even more sad, and sorrow welled up in his heart, and then climbed up his brows.

Yin Huai was still looking at the gray mist seriously, his eyes had always been good, but now they looked even better for some reason, so good that he could see a gray knife in the gray mist, and he could also see a hemp rope, but the strange thing was that he didn't see the person holding the hemp rope with the knife.

Then, suddenly, something opened up in his mind, and a path unfolded in front of him, and a painting was paved, which was another world.

What is more in him, there is more in his eyes.

So he looked a little farther away, and he saw the small fish in the palm of his hand, and he saw a small fish tied to a thin hemp rope.

Of course, the little fish can only be regarded as a small fish compared to the big fish, but now the big fish and the small fish are generally struggling with unbearable pain.

That's what it looks like, too.

Naked, into the marrow of the truth.

The rope was embedded in the flesh of the fish, it would not bleed, but it would still feel pain, and the scales of the fish that had been cut by the hemp rope fluttered, some of which looked like tiny petals that had withered.

Fish scales are scattered among the petals and lost a trace.

Pain is not lost in the same way.

The one-eyed fish was still struggling, struggling as hard as he could, and the hemp rope in Xia He's hand was also struggling.

A hint of struggle also flashed in Xia He's eyes.

The struggle lasted only a moment.

After a moment, Xia He's eyes were so faint, faint, without emotion, and without pity.

The hemp rope was finally pulled to the limit.

Xia He is far from the limit, he has endless true yuan in his body, and he also has endless strength, many times, the true yuan is power, so he stirred up the true yuan that represents strength, and the true yuan turned into qi and pulled the rope.

The rope pulls the fish.

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That view of death is a manga artist I like very much, and I like it so much that I found it and wrote it. Finally, good luck to you!