Beseech The Devil

    The setting sun is in the west, gradually disappearing, and the golden dusk is slowly no longer. With the darkness of the sky, the little stars outline the starry sky in Su Ming’s memory, and the moon is so fascinating. Can't help but homesick.

    The person who can be in his hometown, how to go homesick, Su Ming did not know, he just knew that on the first night of this return to Wushan, he looked at the moon, and still missed it.

    I saw grandfather, saw Lei Chen, saw everyone in the memory, Su Ming's heart, and gradually calmed down. He is so familiar with the grass and trees here. Everything here is in his burial heart. Do not forget.

    Bei Ling is still coldly indifferent to him, and Chen Xin still cares about him. It belongs to Su Ming's house, and it is the clean and untidy cleanliness of Chen Xin.

    Perhaps this is love, or maybe it has nothing to do with love, Chen Xin may have liked Su Ming, but perhaps she prefers Bei Ling.

    Wu La's contempt, this not particularly beautiful girl, fell in her arms in her memory, murmured the name Mo Su, her beauty surpassed all, deep imprint in Su Ming's heart, Let him not forget.

    Seeing again now, Su Ming's heart is only warm, nothing else.

    Lei Chen's hearty laughter, the vows that made it, let Su Ming feel deeply, the warmth of the brothers, all this, why he is not willing to believe, is false.

    The kindness of grandfather, the warm embrace, also made Su Ming prefer to believe that she had a dream last night, a bloodless, bloody, time-bound, cruel dream.

    Today, perhaps, it is awakening.

    Su Ming sat outside his house, raising the head and watching the sky's moon, the dinner at Lei Chen's house reminded him of a lot. Lots of it.

    The tribes in the night, there are not many lights, quiet around, tonight…No wind.

    But another whimpering twist, swirling around this night, it is the tribesmen in the tribe, playing the song, this song Su Ming is unforgettable.

    Maybe Not three days. Maybe yesterday was a dream, maybe…I can stay in Wushan all the time. ”Su Ming murmured. Lei Chen was not with him. At night, he was reprimanded by his mother. Stayed at home and had to pretend to be asleep.

    Su Ming silently looked at the moon of the sky, listening to the distortion, such as…I don’t know who I am in my dreams.

    He suddenly, I really want to take a look, maybe I don't know my Bai Ling at this time!

    Think of Bai Ling, Su Ming's heart tingling, the lost agreement, always go forever. When people look back, they can only hear sighs and can't see each other.

    Su Ming stood up and walked toward the tribal gate, but as soon as he walked to the door of the tribe, he had to go out for a moment. Because in front of him, there was a figure in the darkness.

    "Who are you?"This figure came with a gloomy voice, and gradually came out of the shadow, and went to the moonlight, he. It is Shan Hen!

    Its both eyes exposed to the cold, staring at Su Ming. At the moment of to open mouth, there is a fading fluctuation in his right hand, which seems to condense a knife.

    "You are not Su Ming, you can deceive others, but you can't lie to me. Su Ming looks at me every time, unlike you."Shan Hen stared at Su Ming and screamed to open mouth.

    Su Ming silently looked at Shan Hen, the tribesmen elder who was killed by him in his memory.

    "I am Su Ming."Su Ming softly to open mouth, body forward, Shan Hen look a change, the right hand suddenly lifted up, but in his right hand lifted moment, Su Ming from its side, gently passed, Shan Hen whole body a shock, lifted right hand unexpectedly can not put down, in just that moment, At the moment Su Ming through his eyes beyond his gaze, he felt a powerful, suffocating wave.

    This fluctuation is very weak, only spread a half-foot, only he feels, the breath is strong, in Shan Hen's view beyond the Barbarian Clan he has seen, even beyond Awakened!

    He has a strong feeling that the other party can destroy himself with only one thought, and the tribe can destroy this earth!

    In this awkwardness, Shan Hen was soaked in sweat, and after a long time he slowly turned back and could not see Su Ming's figure.

    Su Ming walked on the road in the forest. During this late night, his pace was not fast, step by step, and went to the tribe where Bai Ling was.

    Walking and walking, Su Ming stopped. He hesitated. Looking at Wushan in the night, he suddenly raised his right hand and put it on his mouth, blowing a whistling sound.

    The whistle of the whistle swirled and disappeared into the darkness, Su Ming waited silently until half an hour later, suddenly, in the distant jungle, there was a fiery red figure galloping.

    With the appearance of this figure, there is a cheerful hissing, that is red, it is…Little Red!

    It galloped and soon appeared in front of Su Ming's, excited and dancing. After a few laps at Su Ming, he sat on Su Ming's shoulder and clawed to Su Ming's hair. Fucking.

    "Little Red…"Su Ming looked at the little monkey on his shoulders, letting him play with his hair, raising his hand and gently touching it on his body, his face showing a feeling of emotion and a complex smile.

    "We meet again……"

    Little Red snorted a few times, and the pair really looked at each other. He even looked at the bottle eyes and gestured to Su Ming for a long time. He expressed the meaning of anger. He seemed to blame Su Ming for a long time.

    Finally, Little Red's plan is three fingers. Su Ming knows that this means three days, or three months, or three years, thirty years, or even longer…

    Specifically, only this Little Red knows it.

    Touching the hair of Little Red, Su Ming took a big step and turned it into a tribe that went straight to Bai Ling. Not long after, the huge fence of Wulong Tribe appeared in front of him.

    There is also a long spear on the fence, which is the guardian of this tribe.

    Su Ming looked at Wulong Tribe. He walked over. No one was aware of his arrival until he was in this tribe. In the Divine Consciousness, he found his memory and made his heart sting.

    It was Bai Ling's house. In this dark night, Bai Ling had already slept, her beautiful cheeks, showing her quietness, and her eyes open to the wild. It seems a bit different.

    Su Ming stood silently at Bai Ling's bed and looked at the beautiful woman, watching her smile in the corner of her sleep, not knowing what was beautiful.

    Su Ming's heart, very painful, the scene in the memory, the encounter between him and Bai Ling, that Blood Moon. The circle of snow nights. Whispering in a low voice, telling each other's stories, and the last moment. The white head in the snow…

    Until, that Su Ming can't do the appointment, it's all about it. At this moment, a grief was formed, and it was filled with Su Ming's heart. He looked at Bai Ling slyly and looked at the woman whose heart was imprinted in his heart, his first love in this life.

    "Linger…I am back……"Su Ming whispered softly, his eyes soft, raised his hand, and gently touched Bai Ling's face. His movements were very gentle, but his hand was about to touch Bai Ling's cheek, Bai Ling's booth eyes, opened.

    She looked at Su Ming, very quiet, and the wildness that appeared in her eyes was the fireworks that Su Ming could not forget.

    Su Ming's hand. But it was just a meal, and without hesitation, I touched Bai Ling's face, which was a bit cold and very soft. Make Su Ming look softer.

    Bai Ling did not dodge, but widened his eyes. Looking at Su Ming, I was completely there.

    Until Su Ming raised his hand, the softness of the eyes remained, and after a deep look at Bai Ling, he stood up, turned his head, and left.

    "You…Who is?Behind him, Bai Ling was afraid of a soft voice.

    "Su Ming."Su Ming walked to the door of the house. At the moment of touching Bai Ling, the coldness from Bai Ling's face made him feel bitter and understand a lot.

    Here, it is not true, here…It is a false one. Here is the old man who repaired it. It is a kind of creation. This is an illusory world created by Su Ming's memory.

    Here is a Domain…

    Because in this hot season, the coldness on Bai Ling's face is Su Ming's memory, the feeling in the last snow, all this is illusory.

    This three-day creation is to let him Su Ming in the world of memory, to understand the existence of fate…You can go unbelief, you can think that Wushan in memory is false, as long as you shoot, all the familiar people here, grandfather, Lei Chen, Bei Ling, Wu La, Chen Xin, Bai Ling, etc., kill everyone !

    As long as you can shoot, you can naturally see that everyone has shown their expression after being killed by your own hands. At that time, you can see that all this is true or false. At that time, you can also Doing it, reversing Wushan, completely forgetting it, and since then, there is no connection at all, and it will no longer affect your mood.

    Regardless of the future, is there anyone going to do anything with Wushan?

    As long as you can choose to shoot, everything…Everything will disappear, everything, such as real awakening, smashing the world you think you don't believe, the world, and the people behind you who are playing with your destiny.

    If you believe, then you have to be determined to bear it. After that, because of Wushan, a series of difficulties, a series of grief and parting…

    Regardless of the choice, this will be a short Completion, in which you can let Su Ming, at the end of the Bone Sacrifice Stage, take a half step to the Barbarian Soul.

    Because of this Completion, it can be turned into a persistence, so that Su Ming will not be confused when entering the Barbarian Soul, making it possible for success.

    "Why do I think you…So familiar…"Bai Ling's voice came into Su Ming's ear, behind him, Bai Ling sat up, and she looked at Su Ming.

    "Oh, nooo!"She whispered to the open mouth and walked out of bed, behind Su Ming's, gently snuggling on his back.

    The starlight reveals the leather tent, the ripples of the hustle and bustle, blending with the moonlight, can't tell the stars and the moon, can't tell the difference, what the sorrow is, what is sad, what is it. I can't tell the difference between men and women, who is crying.

    Such a windy month of a dying year, but also take a life without a dream, accompanied by this life, so attached…More and more, not as good as…not see.

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    Fourth, these four chapters have no fights. They can be written a lot more tired than fighting. Tomorrow, they will continue to break out. I can see if I can write five more tomorrow! !

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