Ask the soul, I am confused, how can I have an answer, I think I have a firm dream, but I am a pillow of yellow sorghum. There is a direction, but why turn back.

The energy released by Rogu was more and more refined. There is a disadvantage to this, that is, it makes Ah Wolf and Liu Feng lack the process of refining their own energy, which is not conducive to their later development.

But all this is not a problem for Rogu, as long as they follow Rogu, Rogu can always provide them with the energy they want. When they were improving, Luo Gu didn't improve again, and the purity of his energy would always be ahead of them, so this problem was no longer a problem.

Demon: "Since it's not a problem, there's no need to think about it, right, my good brother." ”

After releasing his energy, Rogu went to the windowsill. He touched his neck, only to find that the wolf fangs on it had been given to her. Lin Ya, we won't be together after all.

Since ancient times, Luo Gu thought that he had forgotten or been relieved. But he was wrong, the real love, the pain at the moment of leaving, is a short and violent pain, but that pain, grit your teeth, you can get through. What scares you the most is that after that day, you have survived the pain, but life always makes you inadvertently think of that person, that thing, you can't get it and can't forget it, and that kind of sadness is the most deadly. It is like a greedy wild dog tearing your flesh apart and tormenting your soul.

Luo Gu finally put his hand down, the wolf tooth was not there after all, what was the use of his slow recollection.

Demon: "My good brother, since it's useless, then why do you have to think about it?"

Luo Gu raised his head 45 degrees and looked up at the sky, that sad expression, sad tone: "Because people's judgment criteria are not only useful or useless, the world is colorful, there is no absolute judgment standard, ah, you don't understand it!"

Demon: "Since you know I don't understand, you still say that?"

Rogu: "No, you want to ask?"

Demon: "Hehehe, I have a sentence that MMP doesn't know whether to say or not?"

Rogu: "Oh, my good brother, you are my brother, why do you still talk about yourself. ”

Demon: "Brother, my 40-meter machete can't wait to pull it out to you, needless to say, draw the knife, face my wind!"

This time it was Luo Gu's turn to be helpless, this guy was not out of his mind.

Time passed in the laughter and scolding of the two. There is also the sorrow hidden in Luo Gu's heart, which makes the sadness fade more and more, and finally he can't even perceive that it is the best.

Rogu watched the dusk quietly on the windowsill, accompanied by the demon in his body.

"The horizon of dusk, draw a parting", someone in the apartment next door is shouting the song "Dusk" hoarsely, and there are too many sad people. Time cannot comfort those men who are lonely themselves. Everyone has their own sorrows, it depends on whether you need someone else's hands to pull you, of course, the best thing is to stand up bravely. Because you are your own, and others are someone else's.

Rogu: I hope the guy next door will see it sooner.

Otherwise, the big guy next door, you don't know that your singing voice is simply murdering for money. You're singing to Lao Tzu, I'm afraid I can only ask a wolf to chat with you. Of course if you're a pretty girl, I'......

Demon: "I can't believe that you are such a person. Skin. ”

Luo Gu: "It's very tiring to cross, and you can't even skin yourself in the original world, so what's the point!"

The two people in the room were still quiet, absorbing Rogu's remaining energy. There is no shortage of energy, as long as he can continue to traverse, he can continue to obtain magic patterns, and magic patterns are his energy.

As the last trace of energy was absorbed by Liu Feng, both of them finally woke up.

Ah Wolf complained: "Liu Feng, you are too uninteresting, and you are not polite to the last trace of energy." ”

Liu Feng: "Ah, what are you talking about?" I can't hear you, I'm probably not on the same channel as you. ”

A wolf black man question mark face: "What a channel?"

Liu Feng put his hands behind his back, "Xia Worm can't talk about ice", and said goodbye to Luo Gu proudly before leaving.

Ah Wolf looked at Luo Gu: "Big brother, look at it, these people just like to bully me with less culture." Reading, sooner or later you will become a nerd, full of that whirring, do you think you are playing the flute, no, it is a blow job. Hum. ”

Rogu looked at the wolf with electric eyes.

Ah Wolf hurriedly added: "Of course, the eldest brother will only read more and more intelligently, and he will not be like that Liu Feng." ”

Hehe, can you shoot this fart more stiffly?

If Ah Wolf heard this, I am afraid that he would pat his chest and say, "No problem, I can be as stiff as you want." Don't worry, leave it to me. ”

Luo Gu waved his hand: "Okay, you don't need skin, go and cultivate well." ”

Wolf nodded as he walked to the door.

Rogu: "Go to the apartment next door and tell the singer to be quiet." ”

The people next door quickly quieted down, and as for how Wolf comforted him, it wasn't Rogu's concern. Scary technology that is strong, looking for a southwest thug wolf.

Rogu: "I don't sleep, I don't want to sleep." ”

Rogu took out the knife and looked at it carefully.

The blade of the knife is getting redder and redder, and I feel that this knife is a blood knife, a knife composed of blood, very red, like flowing blood, eye-catching.

Rogu stroked it gently with his hand, feeling the texture on the knife. Each knife has its own unique texture. Remember, too. Its texture is similar to the veins in Rogu's body. Because it is like, so one knife can be perfectly matched.

Strange to say, when Luo Gu touched the knife, the knife would become dull and no longer sharp, and it seemed to show Luo Gu: I will never hurt you.

It's a good knife. But this knife needs blood to grow. Whether it hurts others or hurts oneself, you will know later.

Luo Gu looked at the knife and asked, "Knife, what do you say love is?"

This is an eternal question, and the knife cannot answer it. Or the knife can't speak in the first place, and he is the only one who talks to himself.

Demon: "Love, I saw love from the book in your mind, and when the two met, hormones were secreted indiscriminately. ”

Maybe.

Luo Gu read while wiping the knife: "Lin Ya, Baozi Meng, Dongfang Yu, Li Xiaoru." ”

These are a few women he knows, and with them, Rogu feels happy, but is happiness love?

There are many things that can bring happiness, and it is not necessary to distinguish them clearly.

Demon: "My good brother, don't think about this nonsense anymore, let's go out for a walk." ”

When it gets dark, Luo Gushi shows light skills, and let's talk about it when Skynet can shoot it. Fly towards a high mountain.

The wind blew through Rogu's hair, and the flamboyance and uninhibited were the first feelings he gave people. There's a hint of madness underneath that, but he's hiding it well.