[If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan,

Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old people's hearts are changeable.

Lishan said that it was half a night, and the tears and rain did not complain,

How is Bo Xing Jinyilang, who wishes on the same day. 】

Although, for me, everything is no longer important.

[Imperial capital, high wall, red garden flowers]

"What's the point of being old in the air? I'm not a three- to five-month-old milk cat who can't catch mice. ”

She picked up her pen and copied a pair of calligraphy and paintings.

"Back then, when the king abandoned us, he didn't necessarily have much affection and deep friendship, but now that I think about it, there are few of us who are unkind...... I still think about her good ...... That's where it comes to now. ”

Her eyes were full of scarlet, and the red evil qi lingered all over her body like a stormy wave condensed in the green clouds, caressing her delicate body in an instant, leaving only a little jealous snow white.

"But somehow, we held on. Except for the heartless Lan Luo, except for Lilia, except for ...... Junichi Tachibana...... Apart from...... Gong Xinlin......"

The more she counted, the more lonely she felt.

She didn't look up, and the people around her looked around, as if watching all the remaining friends.

"The rest is just a few of us."

Yes, this world is so lonely, how can it be ...... Are there only five of them left?

"I, Chu Chu, you, Zhenxin Lanluo, and the little shark ......"

"I forgot...... And he ......"

She didn't seem to see him in a long time, so she paused.

"Nine of us, once had each other, but parted ways for a long time......"

Here, she is [Red].

Red is the ultimate color, and other colors will be eclipsed in front of her. What's more, she came from Shadow Hunting.

"There's no going back...... Death ...... It was already doomed, the king no longer had his people, the royal family, which had been destroyed for three thousand years...... This cannot be changed. ”

He was dressed in white, and in front of her, the white turned a dazzling red, as if he were also wearing a gorgeous dress.

Mi Yan is the ancient name of [red].

"I don't care! I just care! Drag them all into the water! I'm satisfied! "A purple shark wandered in the shadows, small and easy to navigate through the screens of flowers and birds, as if it were biting them, but passing through their bodies.

Glowing hedrons appear dull because of their presence.

"Lan Luo! Lost half of its strength! Chu Chu looks like a madman! ”

The little purple shark grinned with fangs, and no one knew if he was laughing or mocking.

"If you can rely on it, it's you! He! And me! ”

He gritted his teeth!

"Enough for the three of us! Take them! All dragged into the abyss at the bottom of the sea! Never turn over! ”

And Bai began to say nothing again.

"You're overestimating yourself, little shark. Do you remember how you were sealed by them in the first place? Be on one's high horse! ”

The snort of the dead accentuated the strokes of the depiction, and the ink splashed down.

"Although they are no longer able to unite, the power that the king has given to humanity is still too strong...... He shouldn't have done that! But as our king said, it is because he is he that he will do ......"

She was slightly regretful, and it is no exaggeration to say that she recalled the past sadly.

"Make decisions that change the world."

"That's in the past! Our King is dead! All he in the world is no longer him! That's just! A shell of memory that is nothing! Pointless! ”

The little shark screamed like crazy! Shouting!

There was no current here, but I could feel that after he shouted, it was as if there was an ocean churning here, and there was a stormy wave!

"Shut up!"

Bai stared at it fiercely. It flicked its tail like a depressed child.

"I can't believe that the nine of us can't join forces again...... We have fought side by side for so long, born and died so many times, no matter how you think, we should cherish our past doubly! ”

Bai looked at Mi Yan with a skeptical gaze.

The red aura rose like smoke, and slowly burned for a while.

"It's no longer possible...... You know that...... Either they are tired of war, or they are in love with humans, or they are simply hoping that someone will become the new king...... This nonsense...... How is it possible to go back in time again......"

"What we're going to face...... They are no longer gods like Lu Zhongxing, they have already gone to the Heavenly Palace, and they will no longer care about the life or death of human beings...... Now, we just have to deal with those tiny human beings......"

"Besides, we don't need to do it. Themselves, they will lead themselves into the abyss. ”

"It's nothing more than desire, nothing more than the competition for resources, racial differences, and conspiracy theories that there will be no long-term peace, and they've been like this for 3,000 years, haven't they?"

"From the village-to-village wars, to the region-to-region wars, and finally to the current wars between countries, countless people have died, and the living are miserable."

"They are never allowed to reflect, and even if some people are highly conscious and advocate peace, they are ultimately at the end of the road."

"Because, just [difference] can bring about [war], it is nothing more than the difference in the size of the war."

"And we're just pouring a handful of oil on the fire that is getting hotter and hotter."

Mi Yan gritted his teeth and sketched the last stroke of the painting.

A picture of a hundred birds and a phoenix turned from heavy color ink to slippery.

She has almost no artistic cells, she paints for pure pleasure, and this is not what she paints.

She just paints colors.

"Desire, even eating fasting and reciting Buddha, is difficult to stop."

After saying that, she laughed.

Maybe it's because she thinks she's too much to her liking – the kind of color that makes her obsessed.

"Are humans really as good as you say? I beg to differ. ”

Bai pulled up the sleeves of his shirt and looked at the lines on it carefully.

"You must know that if human beings are really so unbearable, the king will not give his own power to human beings, in this world, there is no spiritual power, it is nothing more than the king's grace."

His eyes looked at Mi Yan, and his mouth was full of righteousness and eloquence.

"Participating in such a thing does not make me happy, although I have a deep hatred for human beings, but it is also because of the death of the king, I hate those human beings, and those scum of the royal family!"

"We have different positions, different concepts, and even different reasons to kill each other."

"I can't say I'm necessarily right, and I don't need to do the right thing, just because [it's different] I'm going to kill everything...... It doesn't match my perception. ”

"I have enough hatred."

"Now, but there is no more ......"

Bai shook his head and looked at Mi Yan suspiciously.

"What other reason do you have to fight?"

"For the king?"

"Or is it for the past?"