- I don't know how many years ago -

Let's start with someone. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

When it comes to his story, no one can clearly know his past;

But he is a man who is more idealistic than anyone else, but he is desperate and sad because of it.

He ran all his life for his dream, but he also ruined his life because of his dream;

In fact, this person's dream is so simple and beautiful.

I sincerely hope that all people in this world will be happy, and that's all.

Maybe you are so innocent, even ignorant, in your ordinary moments;

I believe that every teenager has a childish ideal that he or she has cherished in his heart, but gradually abandoned after understanding the cruelty of reality.

Happiness comes at the cost of sacrifice – and every child, when he or she grows up, learns to justify himself.

But he was different, he tried his own way.

I don't know if he's stupider than anyone else, or if there's something wrong with his head, or maybe he's one of those people who has a destiny that is not understood by mortals, and is called the "Sanctioner".

He loved life, but his hands were filled with the blood of countless people;

He said that he hated life, but he went to help the weak and eliminate the strong, and cared for everyone he saw who was in need;

He was poor and lonely;

There was no one who understood and supported his dreams;

All the people behind him were calling him a fool, and he felt very painful and helpless;

Finally one day,

When he realized that all life in this world was placed on the scales of sacrifice or relief......

When he knew that there would be absolutely no tray on the scales that would be emptied......

From that day on, he was determined to be the measurer of this scale.

If you want to reduce the lamentation of this world more and more precisely. There is no other way.

In order to save even one more person, one must abandon the other side, even one less.

In order for the majority of people to live. And exterminate a few.

Therefore, the more he saves. The technique of killing people has also become more sophisticated.

His strength is also constantly rising, so strong that he is close to God in this world;

I don't know how many times, how many times, his hands were covered in blood, but he never flinched.

Unscrupulous means, regardless of right and wrong, only demanding themselves to become the most accurate balance.

Let yourself never miscount the number of lives.

In his heart, he swore a blood oath to himself that he must become a sanctioner of the world,

In his eyes, there is no distinction between high and low, old and young, and "one article" is its only unit.

He saves people indiscriminately. They also kill people indiscriminately.

After he had killed many people, one day he woke up,

But when he came to his senses, it seemed too late.

The desolate stumps around have not yet extinguished a little spark;

I don't know how many creatures have charred bodies, and the blood stains have been burned dry.

Those who were still alive, whether they were enemies or those he saved, looked at him from awe from afar.

He found that everything he had done in the past seemed to be in vain,

He continued to realize some truths and matured;

When a person has treated everyone fairly and justly,

That means he can't fall in love with anyone anymore.

If only he had taken this principle to heart earlier. That's fine.

If the young heart is frozen, necrotic, and turned into a bloodless and tearless measuring instrument, he can only continue to coldly distinguish between the living and the dead, and spend his life indifferently. There's no need to fret.

But, he's not that kind of person.

The happy smiles of others filled his heart with joy, and the sound of others weeping touched his heartstrings.

He was furious with the desperate resentment of others. The lonely tears of others always made him can't help but reach out to dry them.

While pursuing ideals that transcend human norms - he is too much like an ordinary person.

Such a contradiction does not know how much punishment has been brought to him.

There has been friendship, there has been love.

But even these are the lives he cherishes. and countless other lives of unknown lives, when placed on the left and right of the scales at the same time—

He never goes wrong.

Even if you love anyone. He still sees his life as an equal value to others, to cherish and discard equally.

All along, he and all his cherished people were destined to say goodbye at the moment of encounter.

But one day, when he was frantically refining a heaven-level planet into a new world, he wanted to re-establish a new dream country;

Not only was his hands already stained with blood, and even the corners of his mouth were full of bloodthirsty traces, but he trained the top immortals alive into a world;

In the end, he refined the three thousand worlds in the entire plate world, and countless new small planets, shocking the entire cultivation world.

But he had no intention of stopping, and continued to go his own way, and in the end, he didn't know what would be waiting for him?

Now, the greatest punishment for him is about to come.

All the people of the parallel planes will unite to put this demon to death,

That day was the dawn of a new century, and it was also the moment when the Ninth War of the Holy Monuments began.

The people of the entire plane were crazy, and tens of thousands of top immortal levels surrounded him on the Two Realms Mountain;

In this battle, the sky was dark, the stars were reversed, and the sun and half moon could not be seen;

The entire area around the Two Realms Mountain has long since been in ruins, and thousands of people are lying here, waiting for time for them to become a pinch of loess.

Even the last one who was alive could only endure it bitterly, and the last man left behind the sealing Dafa and sealed it all here.

The man seems to have lost a trace since then, some say he died in battle, others say he was also in the seal, and of course some say that the man has since been hiding his name and returning to the field.

There are many layers of theories, but they have been mentioned very little since.

Slowly,

The world was moved by the plane, and slowly migrated to a closed world. Now the vicissitudes of life, time is also like a thunderbolt disappearing quickly, here has already been a matter of people, thousands of years of waiting, in the end, I don't know what new seeds are developed for germination.

In this one corner of the world;

Outside the window, there was a pile of snow blown by the cold wind, and the ground of the forest was frozen on a very cold night.

The endless earth is covered in silver and decorated with snow-white beauty.

In an ancient wooden house that has existed for an unknown number of years on this land, a small room is being protected by a warm stove, away from all the cold outside.

In this warm enchantment, a middle-aged man threw down the pipe in his hand and picked up a small life.

It couldn't be smaller—it could barely be a body that could be held in a single hand, and it didn't even feel the weight it should have.

The slenderness in his hand, like the first snow in his hand, will fall apart if he moves a little.

The small mouth opens and closes slightly, and the breathing is weak and hard, in order to maintain a little body temperature while sleeping. There was a faint heartbeat in his chest. (To be continued.) )

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