The years are like songs, and in the dust of long history, there are some shadows of the past that are singing in a low voice.

There is no other way in the Three Realms, and everything is created by idealism.

True and false, good and evil depend on each other, between life and death.

"You have destroyed my paradise!

There was a huge figure high in the sky, making a deafening sound.

"Obsession is both creation and original sin!"

Another voice rumbled on the ground.

"For sinners, even if you are kicked out of heaven, you will create an ideal hell on earth!"

"Ridiculous!" the huge figure held up a giant lightsaber.

"Heaven and hell are created with one mind, as long as you have good thoughts in your heart, everyone is like a dragon!"

"Stupid!" a pair of golden-red flesh wings spread out on the ground, covering the sky and the sun, and the burly and huge figure rose to the sky.

"There is no debate between good and evil in people's hearts, and the rules of the world have set up humane rules, so that there are two points. ”

The dragon ignored the massive figure in the sky and headed straight for the lightsaber.

Several thick black rays split out from his body, which pierced through thousands of mountains and rivers in an instant, piercing into the body of the sword.

"You are in the name of good, and you are high-sounding, but you are the root of evil in this world, the root of all evil!"

The dragon's entire body emitted a brilliant light, enveloping everything in heaven and earth.

"Hahahahaha, you have a form but no substance, but you are just a mortal, and you still want to open the sky?!"

The huge figure gradually dissolved, leaving only a lightsaber standing tall in the air, and the voice was still majestic and powerful.

"I have no substance, and you are just a fragmented scum, a long-cherished wish that has been waiting for thousands of years, and now you can finally get it!"

The dragon was pulled by those black rays and rushed straight towards the big sword impartially.

"If you bury me for a while, you will only hide me for the rest of your life! Even if you give up this cheap life, you will not be of any use, and one day, I will return from nothingness, and I will turn that heaven into hell!"

The huge lightsaber became more and more brilliant, but it was twisted by those few black rays, and it was entangled in death, unable to escape.

"Become an immortal and be a saint, first be a real person, are you finally willing to tear off this rotten face and admit that you are in hell!"

The dragon approached at high speed, and its body had begun to turn into a hazy phantus, with all kinds of light and shadow changing in it, as if everything in the world was circulating.

The great sword that was high in the sky, with unprecedented light, seemed to have exhausted everything and no longer made a sound.

Looking at the illusion that rushed straight forward, the light all over its body suddenly converged, condensing the majestic energy into a small invisible point of light.

"Come on!" the illusory dragon slammed head-on into a giant sword made up of countless fragments all over its body.

This is a sword with a simple shape and a straight barrel all over the body.

Regardless of the left and right, the two sides are symmetrical, and there are dense blood-colored lines walking up and down the body, and now they are broken into thousands of pieces, but they are barely put together.

The moment the dragon collided, countless black lines rushed out of his body, aiming at those lines and piercing them one by one.

"Die!" two simple words came out from the sword, and the light that was condensed at one point suddenly exploded.

Majestic and endless energy began to wreak havoc on the heavens and the earth.

Click, click, click.

The whole world shattered like crystal glass.

Red, yellow, black, white, blue, purple, all kinds of light reflect each other, and the truth of the darkness comes to the face.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts all over my body.

It's hot, it's hot, it's smoking.

Li Xiuping returned to heaven in a state of confusion.

"Why is it so dark? Who turned off the lights? Hey! I'm awake! Turn on the lights!"

He screamed desperately in his head, but found that his tongue could move, and his mouth, with all the muscles of his face, seemed to have lost its sense of existence.

His mouth was open, like a dumbfounded fool.

He felt it come out, and there was something stuffed inside, and it was full.

Hard Bangbang, long one.

"What the hell!?"

His whole person felt like he was about to explode, who was so lacking in morality, everyone fell asleep, and stuffed such a thick and big stick into his mouth!

He reluctantly wandered his tongue and found that it was a large stone with a rough appearance and tiny holes in his mouth.

A rough image suddenly appeared in his mind, like a piece of basalt, the kind formed by the cooling of magma.

"Mom, didn't I get stuffed underground?"

In vain came out of his mind the environment in which all kinds of claustrophobia were formed. I remembered a movie called "Buried Alive" in my memory a long time ago.

Who's that hero? Oh, by the way, it's a little!

He's a glorious truck driver, a particularly glorious kind of big truck.

was buried in a coffin for some reason, and then tried all kinds of ways to save himself, all ending in failure.

Fortunately, on the road to endless heaven, I finally found the hope of rescue by relying on my mobile phone with only a little power left in my pocket.

The police received his call for help and began to dig him up, and a little light rose in the darkness.

However, at the end of the film, the last call before the phone power goes off, he is told that we are in the wrong place, sorry, we tried our best.

Endless despair came to his face at that moment, just like Li Xiuping now.

He only had one tongue to move, and after thinking about it, he was ruthless, and bit off the stone stick stuffed in his mouth with a click.

A few chews were cut into pieces, filling the mouth so full that it could only make a whining sound.

His whine, intermittent, and if you listen closely, it turned out to be Morse code.

It's a pity that no one in this world knows this language except himself.

Otherwise, there are still people who can know that in this dark and claustrophobic space, there is a soul that is about to go crazy, crying out hysterically for help:

"Coach! I want to drive a truck! I don't want a beach bath! I want to drive a truck!"

Venting frantically, in addition to being a little groggy in his brain, he suddenly discovered a blind spot.

"Huh? I don't have to breathe? Hehe? Isn't that dead?"

He was happy again, but when he thought about it, he lowered again.

"Hey, what's there to be excited about, it's not like the living dead are buried here, and they can't move.

I heard that the critically ill patients in the psychiatric hospital are so tied with their limbs tied that they can't move their whole body, and they can only look at the ceiling in a daze every day?"

"Don't~" He started to go crazy again.

"There is no ceiling, give me a starry roof, don't want a Rolls-Royce, just Mercedes-Benz BMW, and then don't put a window flower paper, it's okay."

It can't just be so dark.,I don't even have to watch a movie.。。 ”

Then he began to say to himself again in his head: "Oh, no, good boy can't watch movies before going to bed. ”

"Ah, no, it's not sleeping or sleeping, I'm buried alive!"

He began to writhe his body desperately, and found that his limbs were firmly locked in the rock, unable to move at all.

"By the way, my hand seems to have exploded, oh no, my dear, how can you blow it up?"

He suddenly remembered the Condor Heroes again.

Thinking of Xiaolong's death, I don't know, that long sixteen years, almost more than 5,800 days and nights, there is only one eagle and one hand by his side. ”

"Well, which one is Yang Daxia's girlfriend, this is a very confusing question!"

He habitually wants to raise his hand to touch his chin, which is a habit he has left over the years by pretending to be a teacher and destroying people.

Then the two hands didn't move at all, not only couldn't move, but they didn't feel anything.

"Ah, my dear, are you dead!" he was about to explode in an instant.

For the sake of his lost youth, and the years that are about to continue to pass in the dark.

"I'm so beautiful, I can't die!" he frantically typed Morse code, his mind confused and twisted his course.

"Baxman, come and save me, I'm Ingrid Bergman buried deep underground!

Normal people are almost insane at this point, but Li Xiuping is different.

The thick aroma of fried rice and the softness of hot spring eggs suddenly appeared in his mind, and then he began to get out of control.

"Also, there are so many things you want to eat, what are you?"

Suddenly, dishes jumped out of space.

Three fresh, fried whitebait, stewed eel.

Boiled asparagus, fried liver tips, fried belly.

Fried gold wire, braised silver wire, boiled Nanbei.

Liufu duck, yellow stewed chicken, roast suckling pig.

Three fresh dices, steamed crab, stir-fried shrimp.

Boiling water cabbage, garlic scallops, assorted tofu.

Three kinds of pots, four happy balls, five kernel buns.

The heroes gather, the Han Palace is beautiful, and the overlord is not a concubine.

Lover's tears, Mrs. joy, life and death love, coffin board...

"Huh... Wait a minute, what's Totole?"

He was immersed in his invincible memory, and was suddenly struck by one of the names of the dishes.

Thinking about it, I can't figure out what kind of dish it is, and where I have eaten it.

Anyway, for him with special functions, as long as he has eaten it, he can remember that it has long been commonplace.

However, he just can't think of this dish.

"Hmm? I seem to have eaten two dishes, one is "Men Are Reliable", and the other is called "Sow Will Go to the Tree".

It's like Totole, it's a platter of these two dishes, huh?

Inexplicably, he fell into deep thought again.

"Oh no! What am I thinking, now I'm buried alive! I don't have anything to eat!"

Suddenly he woke up again, and indulged in the glory of the past, and could only become the cry of the weak.

Facing a bleak life and a dark future is the pride of being a strong man.

So he tore out his throat and shouted frantically in his head:

"Help~ Bad Man, Baxman, any man is fine, come and save me.

I'm so sweet, I can be Jia Baoyu, I can be Lin Daiyu! Come and save me!"

Woo woo, woo woo, woo woo, Morse code spread out with the frequency of the oscillation.

He didn't know how many words he typed, and he didn't know that he was in the ground tens of thousands of meters deep.

It's like being washed up on the beach, a fish in a desperate situation, struggling with the hope of every bite.

"I'm so tired, my whole body hurts, I'm starting to feel dizzy, sleepy, and I want to sleep. ”

He saw no hope in his despair, and finally exhausted what little strength he had left.

"Forget it, forget it, I'm the Count of Monte Cristo, I'm the Bell Tower Weirdo, I'm Frankenstein.

I am destined to be removed from the world, to be buried deep in the darkness.

Secretly, quietly, until eighteen years later, I will bloom my beauty again!"

He said in all directions, "Goodbye, the world is so wonderful, but I'm leaving. . . ”

His spirit began to pull away, and his consciousness began to peel off.

A little sleepiness came like a tidal wave, and it was about to swallow him up in the blink of an eye.

"A little dragon dragon, fly into the flowers, fly left, fly right. ”

A voice came into my ears clearly, and then a crisp and pleasant voice called.

"Aha, so you're here!

Hello~"

"Good your sister!!" Li Xiuping was furious in his heart, and then was embraced into the distance by the tide in an instant.