After walking for another stick of incense, all eyes were desolate, the two of them had reached the point where it was difficult to walk, the body protection spell was completely useless, the soul injury was too heavy and he couldn't cast any spells, he could only rely on his soul power to persevere, Mo Liunian was speechless in pain, and the little half-immortal was already almost to his limit.

Mo Liunian is just a woman, and before the most powerful force in the world, she can only be broken into pieces and scattered into mud.

The night sprinkled all over the ground, pulling the memories, tearing the vastness, where does the dream end of the world go?

Thousands of miles to the barren, it seems to be defenseless, it seems a little humble, if you can prepare, it is rare to do a little wrong.

In the distance of approaching, in the distance of the past, in the joy of quiet trauma, in the joy of peace and healing peace......

Now Mo Liunian is like walking on thin ice, she falls into it as soon as she moves, and there is no chance of returning.

Weak tears suddenly welled up in his eyes, and on such a cold night, Mo Liunian couldn't stop his body from trembling.

I don't know how to go, in a daze, I seem to feel that there is someone beside me, with a familiar warmth, slowly leaning over, I don't know what to expect.

But the next moment it was disappointed again, and then it seemed to change a picture, the picture was filled with a strong smell, deeply stabbing the heart, the feet seemed to be muddy, and even the strength to take a step was drained, as if I wanted to sink at this moment.

Some of the old and weak women and children who were pushed and knocked down along the way have been pushed and knocked down one after another, and those who fainted have also been woken up and turned around.

Some of them were covered with dust and tears, hung their heads, and couldn't stop whimpering and walking back.

Some saw that their relatives had gone far away, irretrievable, over-grieved, and delirious, so they gritted their teeth and pointed to the way of the group, jumping to their feet and cursing, like crazy.

After a while, they were persuaded to return. For a while, there was a cry of sorrow, and it was on the road.

Of the four people who had just stood up, two of them were seriously injured, hungry and tired, and had difficulty walking.

Coming from the wind, walking with arms crossed, looking up to the sky and sighing, it is the distance, after all, it is still the distance, so that you and I are less than a mile away, standing far away under the mottled moonlight, gradually moving away.

Remember, if, the bright moon knows people's minds, reflecting a touch, a tenderness for you, and a faint sad thought.

Bumps and bumps, time has quietly passed for so long.

I never dared to think about how our final ending should end, and when your words came into view so clearly, I knew that the original pain had nowhere to hide.

I once thought that I would bet all the remaining bets and exchange them for an ageless embrace, but who knows, God always creates things to make people, but I alone let me use the rest of my time to bear the incomplete fragments.

The warmth of Ying's grip has not had time to collect, the cold frost has been lying in front of you, in the face of this sudden change, even if you are unwilling, so what? Even if your heart is frozen by the cold current, what can you do?

Maybe this is life, hope is hard to be proportional to reality.

There will always be a stage where you will come to a certain intersection in life.

There are always moments when you wander up the west building without a word.

There is always some sour pain to swallow alone, and the bitter cold in the bottom of my heart, who will listen to it?

I rested on the hoe with my head on the handle, looking at the blue sky, and the white, light white clouds in the sky, thinking of a reality that was rougher and more unforgiving than the dirt beneath me, and I felt unusually confused and sad.

Especially when I think that I will most likely have to work as a farmer for the rest of my life, bear the unbearable weight of life with this weak body, and consume my life in sorrow and storm, I can't help but feel despair and panic that almost suffocates me.

Despite this, neither of them thought of giving up.

The audience never sees or cares about the process, they never know and understand until they cross the jubilant finish line.

On this endless long road, two boys with glory and dreams also wandered in the wind and rain, waiting lonely, but after experiencing sweat, pain, frustration and confusion, they still stubbornly chose to persist and go on firmly!

What is thy way, O man, nothing more than the path of a saint, the path of a madman, the path of nothingness, the path of idleness, whatever you want.

However, no matter which path you choose, there will be thorns and flowers, and sunny and rainy weather.

It doesn't matter if you move forward or go, it's just a girl, if you fall into the quagmire, you must struggle to break free. At this moment, be ruthless to yourself, and be ruthless, for the sake of tomorrow's beautiful scenery, it is also worth fighting.

On the coast of the cycle of life and death, we regret goodbye, but we can't say goodbye, this is the biggest dilemma of people, but life is time, neither can be reversed, rather than stumbling and resenting the stone, it is better to walk today to see the feet, rather than being tormented by yesterday's irreplaceable love parting, it is better to return to the present.

The ancient style is merciful, the modern is silent, and the cold heart is lonely, the dripping water saves the east wind, the water sheds tears and the spring is gone, the winter snow can't sweep away the promise, and the dripping heartbeat can't finish the future reading.

Life is bitter, bitter heartbeat you give, sad heart, two tears in the mind, wash is the lovesickness you can't see, the scenery that can't wait, miss or don't know how, live is that you can't find the rainbow, a shallow farewell, the heartbeat is about the dream of the appointment, life is waiting and walking, so that an autumn, autumn is silent, cut off two lines of tears.

Helpless life has been recovering suddenly, in fact, I don't mind, even if I am tired, only I can understand such a mood, add wounds, tell myself to be strong.

Because no one wants to see your weakness, everyone is just living for themselves, the once waiting will drift away with the wind, everything is just a joke, laugh to see how stupid you are, can you never go back?

Now several spring and autumn have passed in a hurry, the moon is not long, the flowers are easy to fall, and people have no eternal thoughts.

My hard, aching heart still torments me. Since ancient times, love and joy are thin, how to help, how to help.

I thought that the most terrible thing in this world is time, because with it comes old age and death.

No matter how beautiful his face is, no matter how beautiful the time, no matter how beautiful the emotion is, he can't keep it, and it will disappear without a trace, so that people can't believe it, and they can't accept that what greatness will be extinguished.

So maybe in the end, dust will return to dust, and dust will return to earth, and it will not make much difference how you spend it.

He raised his eyes slightly, watching the bleak moon strings shuttling through the thin clouds, and a little pain spread and grew in his heart, until he crawled all over his body, leaving no gaps. All in all, it's a bleak one.

Finally, Xiao Banxian said: "Xiao Mo, we have arrived." ”

Mo Liunian was refreshed when he heard Xiao Banxian say this, but the surroundings were still barren, where was there any heavenly eye, Mo Liunian asked: "Where is the heavenly eye?"

Xiao Banxian pointed ahead: "Xiao Mo, look, there is a flower there." ”

Mo Liunian looked at his hand and really saw a very small yellow flower, so fragile that it seemed to break at any time, but he tried his best to bloom his own flower.

The grass looks monotonous in front of the gorgeous flowers, and it looks weak at the foot of the towering trees. However, although a hurricane can uproot trees and smash flowers, it cannot help the grass that takes root in the earth.

Each petal blooms over a long period of time, and when we were young, we could only see their lightness and elegance, not the years they were going through.

Such a life is beautiful, but it is also so short that it is too late to accept a crisp sigh from the flower watcher. A moment had passed, and new flowers were filling the branches again at dawn and in the sun.

"If my guess is correct, there is the eye of the sky, and only there can be life. "Little Half-Immortal Dao.

Xiao Banxian believed everything Mo Liunian said: "That...... Then let's go. ”

In just ten steps, every step is like walking on the tip of a knife, and finally came to Xiaohua, Xiao Banxian let go of his hand, Mo Liunian collapsed directly to the ground, Xiao Banxian did not dare to hesitate, and led out that line of vitality planted next to Xiaohua, as soon as the vitality was planted, Xiaohua withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The little half-immortal helped Mo Liunian at this time, and Mo Liunian leaned on the little half-immortal's arms and asked, "Has the vitality been planted?"

Xiao Banxian nodded, also sat down, and let Mo Liunian lean into his arms, Xiao Banxian was a little strange, according to the strength of the wind here, he should not be able to move even if he couldn't die, and after thinking about it, maybe it was because he was carrying the Heavenly Dragon Babu Formation, it was this formation that protected him.

The rays of the sun, stirring in the wind. The dry grass under his feet, smiling happily and beating, was as lively as a child, but he accidentally flashed his waist and flew down halfway up the mountain. The faint fog is even more ethereal and hesitant, and it is still a little confused, like a thin, transparent white veil. Trees, like columns, stand scattered in different places, waiting for the coming spring.

If, on the other hand, it retreats and retracts its feet and wings, it will be irretrievably a zombie, or it may be crushed into the dirt by the feet of a naughty child, or it may be carried into a dark hole by insects and ants, or it may be swept into the water by the west wind with the fallen leaves. All the forces in the world, at that time, will not be able to lift it up to the willow branches. Surrender will erase all the glory and meaning of life. Look, how the young wings of the little cicada tremble, vibrating between life and death!

Except for Li Jinrong, everyone in the field was stunned by Zhou Fei. Li Da Boss seemed to have expected such a scene, his wrist shook without changing his face, and the old heavy sword in his palm let out a low sigh, and with a slight stroke, the slate on the flower picking platform suddenly set off with a loud sound, wanting to slap Zhou Fei three feet away.

Have you ever seen the growth of a small grass crushed under the rubble and stones, in order to yearn for the sun, in order to achieve its will to live, no matter how heavy the stones below are, how narrow the stones are between the stones, it always has to twist and turn, but it is tenacious and unyielding to penetrate the ground, its roots drill into the soil, its buds push to the ground, this is an irresistible force, the stones that stop it are also overturned by it.

Love is also a flower basket woven by thorns, and every joy you make may be accompanied by blood. So, no matter how love is presented in front of you, treat it well and love each other as yourself, so that even if we are old, we will not regret that we once loved.

The banner snapped and fell like straw, and the broken banner staggered down the walls and landed on the hard ground. The arrow seemed to be shot into his heart, and he was so stunned that he stood there in astonishment, and his mind went blank. Under the city wall, the army of the king of Lanling cheered like thunder, and the morale of the army was greatly boosted. He watched as the corners of the boy's mouth slowly rose, and finally a faint but proud smile bloomed.

The inheritance and development of civilization is like a tender bud, which grows slowly and tortuously, and needs to be carefully cared for and patiently waited, and it cannot withstand the ravages of wind and rain.

Qian Shiying

Wonderful Book House