"Why did you hear it again?"
"Don't you think it's art?" Mi Lu smiled, without any desire to express himself.
"It's been a long time since I saw you say these words." As he flipped the skewers on the grill, the man seemed to have no emotion, as cold as a sculpture. He showed a worldly disgust and a cold sense of pain to everything he took over. Rise up from within.
"Of course. The last time I looked at these times, I was indifferent. Can you still recall things that are further back? Obviously not." Milu breathed, "Drinking makes things worse. You have let it go for so long, Now you want to use your previous contributions to convince the new members to agree with you, which is not feasible."
"Do you think we still represent the cutting-edge path?" The man did not respond directly. The orange light shrank his illumination range. The lost deer was eating candy. He was not very interested in meat now. He was lacking in taste. After that, his character became much lazier.
Of course, these changes are all internal. Only by living together for a long time can these subtle changes be discovered. Externally, they are still shining brightly, playing an image that is more suitable for communication, rather than the current relaxed state.
They have not been completely busy for a long time, which means that their time utilization has declined. In other words, they are no longer at the forefront of the times and synonymous with extreme fields. This stagnant trend can only be seen by each other who are also in the same wave of the times. Come out, and the rest lack awareness of them because they are too far away.
"As you know, the main means of transportation in the navigation are airplanes and subways, not our No. 11 bus. We have reached the limit of what we can show. Otherwise, will we continue to run with all our strength on the motorway, or will we face each other? Swimming in the direction of the pier?
"We have done everything we can, and everyone sees it. If we lose, we won't complain." Mi Lu quietly closed his eyes and rested, listening to the sound of the man grilling iron skewers next to his ears, and slowly fell asleep.
Desert, cool.
"Maybe." The man walked out from under the umbrella. His broad frame made his coat rough. He put his hands in his pockets and looked at the windy and sandy land. Amidst the quiet singing, a golden grapefruit tree was planted. on the moon.
"The old man is much less hostile to me. Did you help?"
"How dare I offend the old shopkeeper." Youxuan smiled complicatedly, "Mei Hong, he is quite special."
"You don't need to tell me. I thought there was only one person who could take care of you and deal with it. Why are there so many exceptions now?"
"The fire didn't burn it, and there was no light, so I couldn't tell the difference. It's just a weapon that avoids rats."
"It's really difficult to see clearly here." The man did not continue to introduce the topic, "The girl fought with the Pavilion Master. Are you the moon of Nie Du?"
"Yes, if Qiuyue were the moon, this plot would be impossible to write." Youxuan smiled. After he got serious, ball lightning appeared aside, "The fourth natural disaster will come soon. Are you going to see the result? "
"We have to go." The man put on his cloak without saying much.
They are all people whose past has been cut off.
Making a bamboo raft next to the light element stream, now, it is the best ending.
Float down.
Yu Ling opened his eyes on the water waves, and the orange-white firelight was painted on the sky layer by layer. He did not act rashly anymore, and his heart was extremely calm.
Why go on the established path?
Because of certainty:
You know where you will go, what you will encounter on the road, and you have all the results expected. This sense of control will greatly wash away the uncertainty about the future. In the past, Yu Ling felt that it was a cocoon of self-imposed traps, and that it was a step-by-step plan. He trapped himself, but now he understood that the built area was a place for children, and the outside was very dangerous.
The script is a safety instruction and a statement by the superiors not to interfere. Anyone who breaks this tacit understanding will feel deep malice. This is the underlying game rule of Zhuoyu as a ruin. This is why Tianjiao can do it so often. The reason why they have to appear in Zhuoyu's big scene and even dominate the situation is because the old forces represented by the Eye of Zhuming do not have much desire for the current distribution of power, and the so-called upper limit of the realm has fallen to this day, and there is no relationship between them. While recuperating, Tianjiao, a unique group, is the best spokesperson. In addition, any violent organization and law enforcement team needs to consume unequal resources.
Yu Ling is an outsider and a disruptor. It’s not that he doesn’t know the rules here, but he just doesn’t want to accept them and is assimilated. Perhaps because of this, he is one of their own in the eyes of the Reshaping Sect, and he has received part of the resources. As a catfish, he fulfilled his mission very well.
Is it because he has grown up or is he infected?
At the moment, the Blue King has a hard time defining his own state. Before coming to Zhuoyu, he had expected that he would suffer from serious fragmentation due to changes in the environment. But for the lost deer at that time, he had recovered from the trough. Liberation is also an option, because he has no way out. In this case, it is better to use death to avenge everything he has experienced, and turn into ashes together with all the cause and effect.
"He came out. This fire was not in vain." The old man stroked the tips of Mei Hong's hair, brought him to wake up, and held him up with hot tea, "Are you healed?"
"I dreamed of a dark blue canary bird, the kind that is regarded as a god but plays like a child,"
"It's a good thing. Still having such a dream means that the Divine Gate has not been completely closed."
"It makes me want to go quietly behind the door. Is it dangerous?"
"In the past, generations were used to compress, and everyone wanted to cross over to the fourth and fifth generations in a few years. What do you think of that era?"
"It needs strength." Mei Hong breathed, "About when did it change?"
"It only took one generation." The old man fiddled with the fire, "The bird's eyes are blue amber."
"I didn't have time to look at each other, I just felt prosperous and gorgeous. I thought of the picture album sent by His Royal Highness, with 90,000 words densely written on it, and I just felt prosperous and lively. I haven't seen such years for a long time, and I am so dusty. A long time. He likes charcoal fire so much, so maybe it makes sense that he doesn’t want to get out of that period of time. It’s so cold outside that it will freeze his bones to pieces.”
"My young master, I don't want to be sent abroad this year. It's better to stay with His Highness. I'll also recall the deacons. This year is a mess. Let's hug together to keep warm."
"Hahahaha! ...Yes, His Highness, who is not afraid of the sky and the earth, is also a person who values emotions. After all, no one can write such warm calligraphy and painting."
