Beseech The Devil

    "Rarely…"

    "Seeing pretty…"

    "The savage, Barbarian Clan…"The memories of the complex, with Su Ming's Divine Consciousness as the center of the Holy Island, swiftly spread around, and covered the entire world of Barbarian Clan, the entire Barbarian Clan was shrouded in Su Ming's will, he Obtained almost all of these people's memories related to savage.

    It’s just that this memory is not complete, just some bits and pieces, unless Su Ming increases the power of Divine Consciousness, then he will be able to get all the answers he wants, just the price…It will be almost half of Barbarian Clan's repair, and Divine Consciousness will collapse.

    For a long time, Su Ming's Divine Consciousness retracted when the sound of Guzheng was rounded again. He saw the memory of many people, and almost all of Barbarian Clan was admired for his rude feeling.

    That is a symbol, the symbol of the spirit of Barbarian Clan, from the ruthless respect of Barbarian Clan, Su Ming can see that for a thousand years, for a loose Barbarian Clan, if it is the existence of Fang Canglan, fear It has long been consumed in their own killings.

    Su Ming was silent, he didn't get the real answer, but he also got some answers. With a touch of sorrow, Su Ming looked around at the guzheng, playing the zither, telling the silent Lang Canglan, his right hand. Lifted up and waved around.

    Under this wave, immediately in the will of Su Ming's, the years suddenly reversed.

    %d decade agoFang Canglan stood by the window and looked at the sunset in the distance. She was in a bleak, with a touch of loss. Under her body, Ming Clan whispered about Barbarian Clan.

    Twenty years ago…Fang Canglan plays the guzheng, the beautiful face is like a statue, or she is indeed a living statue.

    Thirty years ago…Barbarian Clan sent his envoys to the islands. On the island of Sacred Land, close to the tens of thousands of people, worshipping Fang Canglan, the shouting voice echoed, and the years passed into Su Ming's ear. .

    Forty years ago…

    Fifty years ago…Until a hundred years, Fang Canglan's life appeared in front of the Barbarian Clan in every few years. The most is in this palace, quietly playing the guzheng, quietly watching the sky outside the window.

    Two hundred years ago, the rain in the night sky condensed the moonlight. When it fell to the sea, the moonlight became crystal dripping. Fang Canglan next to the window was thin, letting the wind outside the window be blown by the rain and drenched on the body.

    One night rain…

    Three hundred years ago, Fang Canglan was as calm as ever. She often saw struggles on her face, saw hesitation, and saw a helplessness. Only the accompanying of the guzheng seemed to calm her down, no matter the snow. No matter the rain, it is in a cage that is not a cage, and it is silently spent.

    Four hundred years ago…

    Five hundred years ago…Su Ming saw all the time of Fang Canglan in this palace. She watched Fang Canglan from struggling to quiet, and from quiet to habit, and gradually became bleak from habit.

    It is not a retreat. If it is a retreat, it may not be a torment for a thousand years. It is a fleeting moment. It is a living palace for more than a thousand years. This is enough to kill people, especially she is just a woman.

    Six hundred years ago…

    Seven hundred years ago…In the reversal of thousands of years, I saw in the eyes of Su Ming's, he saw the repair of the palace, saw the worship of the Barbarian Clan for thousands of years, and saw the entire Barbarian Clan in Fang Canglan. Under the calm, from a loose sand to the soul of today.

    He also understands why there is such a strong Karma Technique in the world of Barbarian Clan, all this…It’s all because of Fang Canglan.

    All the way to the Su Ming's eye, this sacred land peak of the palace has not been repaired, here is only Ming Clan an island when he saw tooth barbarian, Blood fiend, Tian Qi, Matchless and others, these That year was Su Ming, gave the tribe to multiply the land of the once strong, they and Fang Canglan, silently in this mountain, watching the distant sea fluctuation.

    Next to them, there is a gentle man who is standing there silently, that is…Second Senior Brother.

    "I am leaving, I want to leave the Land of Barbarians and go to Outer World…Go find Little Junior Brother, your Barbarian God. ”

    "I follow the imprint of the will of this place. I don't know if my memory will be complete after leaving. Will it be lost? But I have a feeling that this time I will leave, I will forget some things…

    For Barbarian Clan's memory, it will be a lot of blur, this is the price, is to get the Culture, is the price of the will imprint here…"

    "Now, when I am still awake to know my memory…I think Barbarian Clan needs a symbol, although I am not Barbarian Clan, but my Little Junior Brother is Barbarian God, you…Need a symbol that makes the soul of the family condense. ”

    "She will be pretty, as the scorpion of the Fourth God of Barbarians, above all else, condensing the soul of Barbarian Clan, this is my suggestion."

……

    The pictures of the years are fragmented in front of Su Ming's eyes. As a mirror breaks, the fragments disappear into nothingness, as if nothing exists.

    Time, back to this moment, back to Su Ming, looking at Fang Canglan, the sound of the guzheng in the ear is far away.

    He saw all the stories of Fang Canglan in this time, saw the tears in her eyes as she meditated at night, saw her waiting, and saw what she had paid for Barbarian Clan.

    This is a very determined girl, one who can sacrifice all the girls for Barbarian Clan, or…She is not all for Barbarian Clan, more for Su Ming.

    A thousand years may not be long, but what is really long is that you won't know how long it will last. In this palace, in this cage that is not a cage, what time will you wait?

    MaybeIt was the day when Dead Sea was exhausted.

    Vaguely, Su Ming is now a woman who is obviously older than she was, and gradually overlaps with her figure on the Southern Pond Island peak in the wind and silently watching her departure.

    I……I'm coming backSu Ming's look is soft, and the inner shackles are getting thicker and thicker. In the previous reversal of the millennium, this richness has been deeply buried in his soul, unable to be erased, and cannot be dissipated.

    For Fang Canglan, Su Ming couldn't tell what the feelings were, whether it was good or not, and now that feelings have settled in time, it has now turned into a century of wine.

    After drinking this wine, only the person who tastes it personally will know its taste. It will be converted into three words. When Su Ming said, his voice is soft, but it is already hoarse.

    The sound of the guzheng was a moment, and Fang Canglan’s body shivered slightly. She looked up and slowly turned around and saw the figure that she didn’t know when she was there.

    The figure looks strange and unfamiliar, but the eyes of the eyes, the softness of the eyes, is the number of times that Fang Canglan’s dreams have not been known.

    Her look is calm, but under this calm, there is no words of excitement and complexity, turned into tears in the corners of the eyes, flow for thousands of years…

    "Under Hanshan Bell, you and I get married…"Su Ming muttered and raised his right hand through Fang Canglan's hair.

    "On Ninth Peak, you and I met…"Su Ming's voice whispered, Fang Canglan bit his lip and looked at Su Ming slyly. She tried to calm herself, trying not to let the tears flow down, but she couldn't.

    "Women are fighting, goodbye is already Desolate Human…"Su Ming stroked Fang Canglan's hair and gently pulled it into her arms. In Fang Canglan's dagger buried in Su Ming's chest, he felt the heartbeat of Fang Canglan and felt her tears. The bitterness and waiting of the millennium.

    “Southern Pond Island, looking far away, when I left, I looked at you far away…”Su Ming The woman who looked at her chest, the inner guilt, made him unable to speak again.

    Love, no words.

    Who is it, the long-awaited love of this millennium, from Desolate Heaven continent, to the old Wangyangcheng Island…Fanghua is a moment, where is the first sight…

    Those who have been acquainted with each other are still there, but in the millennium of the changing times, such as the dust falling into the river, there is no trace.

    The raincoat sleeves danced out of the window, and the moonlight couldn’t bear to walk gently.What is more worrying.

    There is another autumn in the dream.

    Looking down at the low eyebrows, buried in the chest, the past is vague, can not tell the moment is a dream, is it…

    Yiyi sighed, tears in his eyes, and the tears seemed to reflect the shadows of the mountains and the wind. This figure stood in the years and waited for the face of Fang Fei, as if at that moment, with the sigh, she confided her Again speechless.

    Just sigh if each other is a passer in life, then the heart will not hurt, and the sigh is only a moment, not too much…Just sigh if life can come back, then if you don't know each other, you may not know each other.

    If you haven't seen it, maybe you don't owe each other, you can see the valley of the valley, see the old Desolate Heaven, the sea is dry, the wind is light, the guzheng is accompanied, sitting in the night, sitting on the moon, laughing and laughing, taking a nap Eyes, lie to the dream of the afternoon, but also cheated on their own feelings…

    Long hair fragrance, plain and clean, do not ask the past and present life, no desire, no peace, quiet…It won't hurt.

    Su Ming took Canglan into her arms. The weak body made Su Ming's heart hurt. This pain was very deep, but it was a thousand years late. Now the woman in her arms is no longer blown from the side more than a thousand years ago. The breeze, but flowing into his heart, became eternal.

    Can't see Canglan both eyes, looking at the window of the palace on Su Ming's chest, looking at the dusk autumn colors outside, the autumn sunshine, such as through the lingering thoughts of the ages, muttered, buried in this woman At the bottom of my heart, I can’t say the words of the wind.

    "I forgot the sorrows of the sea, I forgot all the beings, I forgot myself, but I still can't forget you…"

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