Saints, comment on their deeds.
I haven't even asked my heart.
Therefore, many people acquiesce.
Saint, no blood, no tears.
They always say this, and they always believe it.
Over time, even the skin that was posthumously made a saint came to be believed.
So, he became her.
Therefore, whenever the souls of those who died in vain faded and were annihilated in the mud, she could really seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and stand by and watch.
Saints, not gods.
God is a paradox fabricated by living beings in their hesitation.
Saints use whatever means and at all costs to forcibly extend the life of civilization and sow the dust of hope for the race.
There are so many people who are willing to do it for their country, their country, their righteousness, or anything else.
They tried their best to remove the bones, tear off the flesh, throw away their shame, and worked hard and sacrificed everything to build stairs at her feet, allowing her to climb the holy mountain called determination step by step. .
For this reason, I don’t know when.
She no longer allowed herself even a moment of compassion.
So, who shed more blood than them?
So, tears, who cried less than them?
So, why does he feel pain?
So, why should she stop?
Twist, tear, pull, penetrate.
The monster, which had been riddled with wounds from outside attacks, had given up all resistance and used all means just to break through the thin barrier around Ning Yun.
The Child of Luo Yinka left quietly after throwing out the sincerity that a devil should not have, leaving only a body that could only give up thinking after being crushed by the world of mortals, groping alone in the darkness.
Maybe it was a moment, maybe it was a day, in short, when Ning Yun felt the fatigue coming from the depths of his heart and soul, he gave up.
Escape, brewing tragedy.
And facing...
He closed his eyes, exhaled a sigh that seemed to come from his soul, and then stopped resisting. When the barrier dissipated and he was about to be overwhelmed by tentacles and claws, he snapped his fingers.
Above the iron desert, a gentle breeze blew.
The wilderness suddenly became silent, and the scarred ground gradually healed. Mud and soil began to rise, slowly accumulating into a huge and precise pattern in the air.
Just a moment.
After the light gray light bloomed like fireworks.
The curse that corrupted Bailuo's flower spirit into a demon disappeared.
When those weird limbs and bloated flesh were burned to ashes, and endless flowers and green leaves emerged from the depths of the earth, this artificial iron star had peace for the first time.
"turn out to be..."
Ji Qingge looked at the spectacle in his eyes and murmured to himself, "He can really do anything..."
"But why, he obviously...has done everything..."
Among the flowers, glimmers of light floated.
The woman holding the oil-paper umbrella and as gentle as water is back again.
Ning Yun looked at her not far away, and suddenly he seemed to see the valley hidden in the silence.
You want to... kill me?
Several times, he wanted to say this, walk up to her, hold her in his arms, kiss her forehead, tell her, "Everything will be fine", and then hand her a knife, Let her end herself and settle all the past grudges.
But how can reality be so beautiful?
But how can grudges be just pure grudges?
If he, the saint praised by those people, could remain in the past and could only be called the cause and effect of grudges, then how could he end up in this situation?
"You are... really..."
A'luo, who had been staring at him since he woke up, suddenly smiled.
"It hasn't changed."
There were so many things hidden in that smile, but Ning Yun looked at it repeatedly, but still couldn't find what he had been waiting for for a long time.
"It would have been nice to just kill me, why bother?"
As she spoke, the tenderness in her eyes fell on Ning Yun, but she seemed to be cutting him into pieces, removing his bones and removing his flesh.
"You should escape occasionally. Doing this all the time is very tiring."
A gust of wind blew by, and the flowers were quiet again.
After a long time, she was still smiling like that.
"I've grown up, how is it? Do you look good?"
"I remember when I was little, you always said that I would be a great beauty when I grow up."
"you are right."
"I am very much like my mother now."
"My hair, my eyes, my nose, my eyelashes, and...my heart."
"They are exactly the same as her."
Tiny emerald green and purple light spots gradually emerged from the flowers and slowly gathered around Lin Rao.
She is the spirit of thousands of flowers, representing endless vitality.
When she wakes up from the curse, nothing in the world can kill her.
Her power is reviving, and the vegetation in the three realms are running high and cheering for her return.
"So, yeah, I know it all."
"Although you hid it from me and Lin Yan hid it from me, in fact, I knew it from the beginning."
"Because...because..."
"Don't hate."
"Don't be afraid."
"Aniang, in the end, I actually said it to you, didn't I?"
Silence, silence.
I don't know since when, Ning Yun could only remain silent.
He was tired of the silence, but honestly, what could he do?
What should he do?
Should he let Luo Yinka split the entire plane and let everyone wait for death in despair?
But should he force the simplest and kindest child in the world into a monster that can only live on hatred and resentment, just to add another creature in the world that hates him the most?
That massacre was actually meaningless from beginning to end. The condition of "finding the creature that hates you the most" was always just because of the joke-like rule of the abyss.
"The abyss does not believe in saints."
The abyss of impermanence will never have any firm rules. It gives conditions, and then maliciously expects what kind of tragedy Ning Yun can create, vowing to make this person who intends to save the world suffer a bad death and become homeless. Return.
Ning Yun never thinks that he is the so-called saint, but as long as he hesitates for a few more days, things will never be undone. No matter how much power he controls and how much knowledge he knows, he can only master destruction. He has tens of thousands of ways. He could destroy an entire plane in an instant, but if he really wanted to save something, he could only take the long winding path in the rugged area.
So, so.
What could he do but remain silent?
Looking at Aluo, he opened his mouth and tried to say something.
But he couldn't say anything.
He couldn't tell Aluo that the massacre was caused by her mother.
He couldn't tell A'luo that the mother who loved her most in the world sacrificed her own children for the children of other mothers.
He couldn't tell A'luo that that day, before the heavy rain, all the demon spirits in Bailuo Valley knelt down to him, begging him to agree to the plan for the sake of the common people.
"My child is the purest child in the world, and her hatred will be the purest hate in the world."
"So, Appel, I'm sorry, really, I'm sorry."
"But don't hate, don't be afraid."
"Everything will pass, my child...one day, my child will definitely forgive us."
Recalling the conversation that day, Ning Yun felt nothing but nothingness.
Suddenly, he knew what he should say.
He knew what to say, so the person who could only remain silent walked step by step to the person who could only smile, and gave him the same bitter and stiff smile in return.
"I've been waiting."
"I waited until late autumn a few months later, when the pine branches and trees were full of fruits, where wild bees were flying and the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant."
"At that time, the devil's iron hooves had already stepped on the riverside of the Celestial City. Some people died, and some people were still alive. Life would be worse than death."
"I'll wait."
"I waited until midnight in the middle of winter, when the bears and foxes were sleeping, and everything was silent and deserted."
"At that time, there were more ditches on the battlefield on the front line. They led to the abyss, like the scars of the world."
"I'll keep waiting."
"I waited until spring, the long-lost spring. I know how much you like the fragrant grass in spring. I sat on the tree and watched the morning and dusk keep changing. I waited and waited, watching the snakes and squirrels wake up at dawn. I thought tomorrow would be better.”
"At that time...at that time, many people felt that when spring came, things would always turn around."
"I...can't wait any longer."
"I got out of that valley and did a lot of things before the heat came."
"I hurt my best friend, I drove away my students, and I can't let them lose faith in the spring."
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"Finally, summer is here."
"I sank into the abyss and asked it."
"Did I find it?"
"I found it."
"But the answer is not you."
"Always, never."
"Until now."
"Why." There was countless confusion hidden in his eyes, "Don't you hate me?"
he asked her.
She still laughs.
She just hugged him gently, closing her eyes as if she was missing something.
"I do not want."
"I just don't want to."
What I originally hated was this dirty reality, but you wiped it all away with yourself.
From then on, I had no choice but to hate myself.
You are not wrong, mother is not wrong, Lin Yan is not wrong, Lilith is not wrong, and she is not wrong.
None of you are wrong. The only one who is wrong is me.
"Ever since I was little," she said quietly, lying in Ning Yun's arms, "I have loved you the most."
"So, of course I won't hate you."
"But I'm also...so tired..."
"I don't have the ability to save you, and I can't save anyone..."
"I'm really, really tired..."
"I want to rest, Appel, please help me, okay?"
Ning Yun.
Apel. Spirit flower.
To save all sentient beings.
Traveling across the world.
omnipotent.
A great sage.
At this moment, at this moment.
Just like it did a thousand times before.
Nothing can be done.
as always.
"Actually, even though..."
He whispered into her ear before crushing her heart.
"But when I knew the answer was not you, I was really happy."
"We underestimated you, sorry."
Tiemo once again returned to deathly silence, and the breeze blew by, taking away the dancing flowers in the sky.
The grass and trees in the three realms are no longer high-spirited, but are in full bloom as usual, just like the early spring she longs for.
