It was quiet in the car and no one was talking.

Everyone has a photo in their hand, which is a quiet memory.

Since the mission, I have realized that the hearts of the people of the world are sinister.

Every time it is a fight to the death, it is a permanent memory.

Are you really not afraid of death? That's definitely a fart, and you have to struggle just because you're afraid.

Living in this era of chaos is a kind of unforged sin.

It is also a supernatural person, a profession that the people cannot envy.

The simple and kind people don't think about the way during this period, they only think that the supernatural ones are immortals.

If there is one in the family, the ancestors will be glorified, and they can step on a footprint in the future history.

If they lose the battle, they will think that there is a difference between the supernatural and the ability, and they will only blame the ability.

But people in the world don't know whether it is subconscious or intentional, and they forget the feelings of those who are supernatural.

Some people just want to step on the footprints, but they don't know that the footprints are blood-red.

They just want to put the emotions that don't belong to them, the nasty emotions on the people who fight for them.

But those with special abilities not only have to fight bloody battles in front of them, but also fight against super organizations that have survived for an unknown amount of time, and fight wits and courage with those old foxes.

In the severe cold, you have to endure the storm of public opinion in the end.

Maybe I'm stupid, Shenlong is stupid, and the people of the whole world are stupid together.

Doing meaningless confrontations, standing up again and again in distress, and being knocked down by others.

Is it worth it? Is it really worth it?

Maybe it's worth it, maybe it's empty talk again.

Does love conflict with pain? No, it doesn't conflict.

Perhaps it is only for this reason that hundreds of millions of people have paid everything for the dream that is not worth it or not, like moths to a fire.

Even if it's just a young man in the year of the weak crown.

They have powers, and that's their duty.

The people have no supernatural powers, and they have to worry about the loss of the power of life at any time.

It is also possible that some things in the world are not measured by whether they are straight or not, but by whether they are done or not.

Words and deeds are the real masters.

The contrarian thinks that he can't do this, and he can't imagine these twists and turns.

All they did was faith that they could, and then they did, and in the end they couldn't stop, and eventually there was no way back.

But another serious question arises.

Do you really need that legendary back road to be a stranger? Did this question scare me?

Li Wuya forgot when it was, and could only vaguely remember it.

When I was a child, I saw a Yungui veteran on the street who had fought in the last Strange War.

Someone asked him if it was true that if he heard that if he had no spiritual power on the battlefield, he would rush into the enemy formation with his whole body on fire?

Is there a way back?

The Yungui veteran pointed to himself, his face deformed by burns and his eyes, which had long been blinded.

Just look at my face to know whether it's true or false, as for what the back road is, as a wolf soldier who used to be 1 to 3 on the logistics road, I don't know.

I don't want to know myself.

Someone else asked, I heard that the ordinary people in the logistics department generally wear straw sandals.

What if it's winter?

As a result, the answer received was that the Yungui veteran touched the blind cane in his hand and said in that hoarse voice.

Are you naïve? Do you really think those people can survive until winter?

That's right, it was only early autumn, and in a war epidemic, everyone was killed.

Because there were so many corpses, I had to dig a big pit, throw all the corpses and pieces of flesh into it, and bury the matter hastily.

The veteran didn't know about it, but he guessed correctly.

I heard that there was another delivery.

A lot of apples, carried by a lot of logistics vehicles, want to be sent to the front.

As a result, after a wave of bombardment and a charge, the death toll in the logistics increased rapidly.

Later, because there was no way, the logistics staff could only hold the apple with both hands and send it to the narrow battle lane.

But the knights on the opposite side had already observed this, and immediately notified the long-distance death concussion instrument behind.

After a wave of thermal weapons from the ballistic group, the death concussion was fired into the battle lane.

Eventually, only one man rushed into the bunker and poured an apple on it.

He died of his injuries.

The people in the war didn't care about that, and buried them hastily.

I left this apple, but one apple is not enough.

You can only eat one bite for one person, and you can eat only half of an apple in turn.

In the end, it was like a super big baby, and it was surrounded by everyone and collected.

There is also an old woman.

Since he doesn't have the ability to fight, he can't take over.

No matter how much you think, you can't contribute much, but when I heard that those ordinary people wore straw sandals, I made perseverance and made shoes for these warriors.

When I was young, I was a good shoe maker, and it was not too difficult, but I was more motivated and busier when I got older.

Batches of shoes were sent to the logistics, and the logistics were then sent to the feet of the soldiers through thousands of sails.

The hardships of this period are visible.

But in this kind of sun and moon, in this case, the old woman really did a lot.

So that many people with frostbitten feet are alive.

Many, many, many things and things.

Some are piecemeal, some are whole, some have a head, some have a tail.

Some are even more ethereal, and even more aware that they have simply been lost in the long river of memory.

Shouldn't it be a time of quiet time to restore spiritual power?

But today there is no one else, not even the cultivation madman, the eldest brother of the team and the most difficult to mess with, the most genius of the cold light.

I don't know if it's a secret or a definition.

Just sit like that, some strange thoughts flashing in my head.

I don't know what the theme is, I don't know what the ending is, and I don't know what the purpose is.

It's not that the scenery on both sides is changing, and the sound of the car is constantly ringing, as if you have thrown yourself into an abandoned world.

Monotonous and boring, no ending, no topic of thought.

Like the walking dead, like a puppet, slowly walking in this formless and colorless space.

The body seemed to be long gone, and the thoughts seemed to be out of the soul and straight to the sky.

The hustle and bustle seems to have been abandoned, and there is only eternal stillness.

There is less flamboyance of young people, and more calmness.

Less blood, more strategy.

The breath is gone, and the coercion is gone.

All hope is on the surface.

It's like you're no longer your own mystery.

The emotions are gone, the feelings are gone, it's just so free.

Thinking is clear, and thinking is smooth.

The scene in the photo is getting bigger and bigger in my mind.

Like the mountains and moons, it is deeply enveloped in the whole memory.

The small things that usually seem to be clues are now infinitely magnified and infinitely thought.