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The rich aura lingers in the whole fairyland, enveloping it in a floating freehand, making people feel refreshed and happy, forgetting the disturbances of all things.

Above the Golden Luan Palace.

Rulai's face was gloomy, just now he had learned that Su Mad had slaughtered the entire Heavenly Court.

He was most afraid of trouble, especially one that could have been avoided.

You know, it takes a lot of time to support a Jade Emperor and manipulate him.

He likes the feeling of being on top, but he doesn't like to do things that are on top.

For example, to manage the heavenly court, such as to control the mortal world.

"Su Mad , where have you gone?"

When he speaks, his mouth moves, his eyes move, but the flesh on his face does not move.

If he has feelings but no expressions, this kind of thing has left him when he was born.

Everyone knows that Buddhism is boundless, leaving behind all thoughts in your heart, purifying all sentient beings, and having the world in your heart.

And he, like a white windmill stuck on a branch, can only turn against the wind, and without the wind, he can only stay there quietly, silently.

Even if it is the wind, it has to pass through the bodies of the eighteen Arhats before it can blow in front of him.

He is not free, so he hates free people.

For example, Su Madness.

"Venerable, Su Crazy went to the world. But his cause and effect have been cut off by him, and we cannot find his existence. ”

The Dragon Descending Arhat said in a deep voice.

He didn't even dare to look up at Rulai's face, maybe it wasn't timidity, but worship.

Looking at the ancient future, no one knows how long Rulai has survived, just because no one has lived longer than him.

Therefore, his very existence is an extremely mysterious and sacred thing.

"Venerable Dragon Descendant, you go down and temper him. Remember, there are people whose souls are terminally ill. ”

He said these words with a blank face, just killing a person, and he even fixed his words.

This feeling made him feel like he was on pins and needles.

But he can't destroy this lotus seat, because in this world, there is only a lotus seat, which is as old as his existence.

"Yes. ”

The Dragon Descending Venerable replied, and the Jinluan Hall returned to silence.

They all seemed to be asleep, but their eyes were clearly open.

The Buddha nature is brilliant, revealing a bit of weirdness.

It was very light, very shallow, without a trace, and disappeared into the rising clouds in only a moment.

The mortal realm, the first round of stars.

The seven worlds of the stars and the seven stars can open the Tongtian River, and those who go against the current will become immortals.

To the east of this first round of stars, there is a place called Quyun Continent.

A tiny, tiny village, a tiny, tiny grave with no tombstone on it, just a piece of somewhat decayed wood.

This is a barren mountain, and only such a place will allow her to dig a pit that belongs to him.

Thin drops of rain fell from the sky, falling to the ground and seeping into the dirt, and the soil became soft.

A little girl in shabby clothes, singing a song with dull eyes.

Her complexion was sallow, and she looked noticeably pale.

This paleness may have been deeply engraved on her bones and immersed in her soul.

But her singing voice is extremely beautiful, like a clear spring gushing out of a canal, but the sadness in it is thick and suffocating.

"It's raining ......"

"People are gone......"

"The ...... Left Behind"

"It's the back......"

"It's a song......"

The pathos in it, in the singing sentence by sentence, is like the raindrops that fall on the ground, splashing in all directions, breaking into a little bit of fine rain stains, and blending into the earth.

However, the rain carries the sorrow, but does not feel the slightest pain.

It was not only the raindrops that were broken, but also the girl's traumatized heart.

Her hands were already rough, and after the baptism of rain, they revealed wounds that were scratched by the dirt, and blood slipped through her fingers along the rain.

She looked even paler, even though no one in the world wanted to look at her.

Strangely, although she is heartbroken, you can't see a tear on her face.

It's a disease, a disease that doesn't shed tears.

And at such a time, the pain brought to her by this disease was like a mountain and a sea, and she had no outlet for it, so she could only keep singing, singing about sorrow, singing until she was hoarse and singing until the blood ran out.

At this time, between heaven and earth, a thick lightning bolt fell, and she only felt as if her eyes were blind, and the whole person fell backwards and fell into the muddy puddle behind her, like a mud man.

Electricity and light come and go fast for flint.

The girl struggled to her feet, her eyes suddenly widened and heartbroken, and you could not see the slightest trace of her face.

The grave she had dug with her bare hands had now been split open by thunder, and the piece of wood she had found was gone.

Seeing all this, a liquid finally flowed out of her eyes.

Not tears, though, but blood.

She stumbled from collapse, but almost instantly, she reached the split grave and looked down.

The corpse was still there, but the straw mat she had used to hold it had been burned by the thunder.

She didn't try to think about why such a thick thunderbolt slashed at her brother's body, but it didn't leave a trace, and it could only destroy the straw mat.

has been passively accepting reality, making her like a walking corpse, without a soul.

The only thing known was the corpse, her poor brother.

Her name is Su Xue, a beautiful name, but only the pale of snow has been left on her body.

The boy's name was Su Sin, and just like his death, his life was only to atone for his sins.

The girl hugged the boy's body tightly as if he were still alive.

Suddenly, she felt her heart pound, and a hand against her armpit, trying to push her away!

This force acted on her, only making her weak feel as if she was about to fall apart, but the blood in her eyes suddenly stopped, and a bright smile appeared on her face.

He's still alive.

She hugged his arm harder, and the hand that had been against her armpit burst out with a punch, landing on her abdomen, blasting her body two steps away, and falling to the ground, her hair scattered, and her expression could not be seen clearly.

It was painful, and I just felt that my intestines were tangled together. But she was distinctly happy, and her dead fish-like eyes were distinctly shining, and the blood was washed away by the heavy rain, and slipped down her cheeks as if she were weeping.

But she had a disease, a disease that never shed tears.

Her mouth opened again, her shriveled lips like her breasts, weak and barren.

Her singing voice is beautiful because someone can hear her.

"The long song should cry. A weak male voice rang out.

Illness has always been to be cured, just like the tears falling from the corners of her eyes at this moment, insoluble in water, dripping crystal hot.