The sea of wisdom and ignorance is very calm, even if even the waves and ripples have been lost, not only this ocean, the eternal continent seems to have always been like this, silence can represent mystery, the self-proclaimed wise magicians think that the holy land is supreme, there is no sign of the existence of life, because existence is defiled, just like every teenager imagines that the strong man with a sword always walks alone in the small town in the remote corner of the continent, and they will be lonely forever.

This is a beautiful fantasy, a bard that cannot be debunked, but it is a pity that in the face of such sensational remarks, Li Laifu now just wants to carry this coffin on his back and spray all the spittle stars on the top of the seven holy towers, and then throw the coffin lid on the faces of the old mages who have the 'sage' coat of arms of the highest glory of magicians.

"This is the sea of wisdom and ignorance, the sea of magic that is as powerful as thunder when even a fart is silent?

Li Laifu didn't know what kind of terrifying strength those old magicians with the 'sage' coat of arms had, he only knew that he was very uncomfortable now, and his whole body seemed to be bound by the shackles of the Holy See of Light to punish death row prisoners, even if it became a luxury to even move his fingers, the only organ that could burst out a little chakra energy was the mouth that had accumulated the background of two lifetimes.

The mouth, which had always been used for the lush rum and the burnt smell of roasted meat, never imagined that it would one day become a delicacy on its own with its sad master, and swallowed by a dark and ugly coffin.

Everything seemed so abrupt, from the moment he sensed the five magic elements, Li Laifu felt like a marionette being manipulated by some bastard, he tried to struggle, such as the decisiveness of killing when he first entered the chaotic capital, but this did not seem to cause any trouble to fate, Qin's disappearance made him have to grit his teeth and move forward, and the strange gray-robed man who flashed in his mind, everything that made him want to scold his mother was like the roar of firecrackers in his ears.

When Li Laifu sighed, he felt that the air around him seemed to be stagnant, and he greedily breathed the breath of life that should be very precious here, but it seemed that the air showed no signs of decreasing, Li Laifu's breathing was still smooth and steady, even softer than the dirty and bloody smell of the chaotic capital, the child looked at the inside of the coffin, and found that this was not a wooden coffin, the wooden coffin was kept for a very limited time, and it was easy to decay, and it could be buried deep in** I don't know how many years have been in the sea of ignorance, and the material of this coffin has surpassed many precious forging materials, at least Li Laifu can't recognize what these shiny gem-like substances inside the coffin are.

It's always like this, many times when the nose is crooked in the dark, I don't know if it's the result of that bastard's prank, Li Laifu subconsciously wants to shake his head and smile bitterly, but finds that one of the two brothers who expresses his feelings has become a 'luxury', and the wry smile on his face is a little melancholy, but the melancholy energy of this bard is instantly frozen.

Li Laifu felt that the squeezing sensation of his left hand and right hand in the coffin seemed to have weakened a lot, he tried it, moved his left hand slightly, and actually lifted it directly in front of his eyes, but this was not the familiar flesh and blood palm, the gloomy white bones were so shocking, Li Laifu's dull eyes stared for a few seconds, and he didn't make a terrifying scream, because he saw it again, in this coffin, began to slowly flutter some yellow pieces of flesh At the same time, he felt that his whole body was a lot easier, there was no oppression and crowding, just like bathing in warm sunshine, very comfortable, this kind of life was really free, he suddenly felt that he wanted to sleep, Even if it's just squinting for a while, Li Laifu closed his eyes, but he didn't feel the darkness coming, but some pitch-black eyelashes began to float in this ancient coffin.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but there was a 'crunch' grinding sound, and only now did he truly believe the horrible truth.

He died, ** rotted, all the flesh and blood became nothing, only the white bones of the body remained, a person lying lonely in this coffin, drifting with the tide in the sea of wisdom and ignorance, the next second, here, the next second, maybe there, no one knew what happened, Li Laifu himself fell into the edge of darkness, his mind was blank, the whole person's thoughts seemed to be dead, and the scenes before his life began to echo in the ocean of his memory

"No desire, no desire, no self-blessing. ”

The strong smell of tobacco seemed to permeate the tip of his nose

"Little Emery, the old viscount means that he wants you to be competitive in some way. ”

Troy is always in a black robe, does the powerhouse of this world have any preference for deep colors?

"Remember, he was a fighter. ”

By the way, Max Faro, the fourth head of our family, a fighter for the future.

Are those statues that have been through all the ups and downs okay, and do the pampered bastards of the Tustin royal family remember that you once held the spear that surrounded the kingdom in your hands, and that unyielding glory was written all over your back?

"I'll help you get that purple gold coin back. ”

It snowed that day, a lot of snow.

Qin's hands and feet are red from the cold, is it cold, her heart must not be cold, because she has found a home.

It's all over, I'm dead, I'm ugly, and although I wasn't very handsome before, it shouldn't matter, because she's definitely not going to accept a skeleton for purple gold.

The old butler and the old viscount, you died a bit tragically, by the way, and the silver knight Ryan who thought about driving me out of the door of Max's mansion all day long, he was an undercover agent in Elder Cathedral, what choice did he make at the last moment, the glory of light? or the glory of knights?

Unfortunately, your anger and roar are on the wrong target, and I, like you, have lost my life.

The pictures are as turbulent as the waves, but unfortunately the stormy waves only shocked a few humble splashes in the end, Li Laifu felt very tired in his brain, he didn't want to move his weak and ugly body anymore, and he felt very comfortable lying in this coffin, this coffin was simply tailor-made for him, those shiny little things looked luxurious, in the previous life he was a Diao people in a small mountain village, he was beaten to stand upright, and he suffered so much that he swallowed down, in the big city, it was a pity that he had a big life, he didn't die without illness, and he could survive by gritting his teeth when he was sick, but now, he felt that his vision was a little blurred, and those shiny little things seemed to be swallowed up by the darkness, He fell asleep deeply, the skeleton began to crumble, first the hand bone of the left hand, turned into powder in an inexplicable depression, then the right hand, the left leg, the right leg, the ribs, the white powder is like elves, they are flying in the coffin, these elves used to belong to an outsider called Li Laifu, and now the guy only has a shocking head left, lying quietly in the corner of the coffin.

The last trace of Li Laifu's soul gradually fell silent, all thoughts were about to dissipate, countless pictures quickly drifted away in front of his eyes, if this child still had flesh and skin and expression to speak of, then he must have left with a smile, because he believed that he would definitely ascend to heaven.

"It's really a funny and short life, but all my wishes have been fulfilled?"

Li Laifu's already dead thoughts suddenly came out with a strange fluctuation, as if someone was screaming in his mind, trying to wake him up again.

"Am I dead? am I dead? How did I die? Who killed me?"

Suddenly, Li Laifu's soul suddenly condensed, and his head, which was slowly turning into powder, also stagnated as if he had consciousness.

Among the countless flickering pictures in the sea of memory, there was suddenly a picture that was frozen, the tone of that picture was very dark, but Li Laifu could see it very clearly, it was a dwarf with his head held high, his short body was full of swords, and under his feet was a huge battle axe and a broken horn helmet, and the dwarf's breath of life had dissipated, but not a drop of blood fell, Li Laifu, who sensed the five magic elements, knew very well that this was a masterpiece of thunder magic.

"Wait, what is the five-system magic element, and who is this dwarf. ”

Li Laifu whispered in his heart, even when he was dead, he seemed to vaguely want to do something, what he was doing, he couldn't remember, as if someone was deliberately preventing everything.

Staring at this dead dwarf, Li Laifu seemed to have a ray of light blooming in the dark world, he wanted to cry, he was very uncomfortable, crying was for release, why, what important things did he forget.

Li Laifu's only remaining head suddenly levitated, and a trace of golden flames began to burn in his empty eye sockets.

Ripples rippled in his sea of memories again, this time he saw endless thunder and lightning and furious winds, these spirits of nature bloomed unscrupulously in a rainy night to belong to their glory, just under the shroud of this rainy night, Li Laifu saw a rickety figure wearing a wide robe, that figure lying on the rain-covered ground, actually digging away the dirty soil with his hands, and what was even more strange was that the rickety figure actually had a pair of hands as white as jade, and looked so otherworldly in the soil, like a holy papal bishop suddenly found in the slums。

The rain became heavier and heavier, and in the hazy rain, the figure took out a criminal cage representing 'sanction' from its robes, bent its body, and buried the small cage in the thick earth

Li Laifu was stunned, and he saw the thing in the quaint cage, it was a baby with inky pupils.

"Who are you!"

(Thanks to Brother Xiao Ye for his kind mention, the control of the plot is indeed Xiaoyang's hard injury, and I will work hard to correct it later, but I'm really not angry 0.0)