Beseech The Devil

    The man has tears and does not flick.

    Su Ming's memory, I have not cried a few times in my life, but today, he cried, his tears flowing down his cheeks, he looked at the broken Ninth Peak, and the battle came out in his mind to choose him to protect him. -destruction The faces of death.

    There is also Bai Su and Yu Xuan.

    All of this has now turned into a flying smoke, blown away by the sea breeze. He hates Immortal Clan, hates Morning Dao Sect, and hates the indulgence of all this in order to make him Child of Dying Yin.

    Su Ming stood outside the broken Ninth Peak immortal cave, looking at the Second Senior Brother in the eyes of the immortal cave, Hu Zi, who was sleeping, and the First Senior Brother, who was full of stone statues, Su Ming shed tears, silently Watching.

    He knows that this may be the last glance. Maybe in this life, there is no second time. You can see the Senior Brother and see Ninth Peak because he has to go far and go far and far.

    Because at that time, he will have no love, there will be no pain.

    Su Ming stood there, and after a long time he slowly squatted and licked nine heads toward the immortal cave.

    "First Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother, Hu Zi…If you are looking for a teacher, please come to you…Master, Su Ming is not filial…"Su Ming shed tears and rubbed his head.

    After a long while, when Su Ming got up, the featherless crane silently handed Su Ming a white muslin.

    It was the last thing left by Bai Su before he died. He was caught by the right hand of Su Ming's body and was retained by the featherless crane. He was not blown away by the wind.

    Holding white muslin, Su Ming looked at it silently.

    One day later, Su Ming left Ninth Peak, behind him, in the Nine Peaks mountain on the bottom of the sea, in addition to Su Ming's immortal cave, there was a grave buried in the seabed.

    The grave was buried inside. It is a white muslin. That's…The grave of Bai Su.

    Su Ming left, with the promise of Dying Yin Vortex's old voice, Su Ming knows. In this Barbarian Clan, there is no more power to bother his Senior Brother.

    He left, and he was not willing to let Su Ming leave the featherless crane alone. Regardless of Su Ming, it silently followed and accompanied Su Ming's.

    On the foothills of Ninth Peak, Qian Chen shed tears and looked at Su Ming. He swears in his heart that he must become stronger. He must be strong.

    He can't forget Su Ming. I can't forget the hardships of this period, but now I feel lost after I lose it.

    And now. Everything is gone.

    Qian Chen is crying. Sitting on the mountain peak.

    Su Ming walked in the world and he started all the speed. Desperately mad, he spent three days, even burning the Culture, crossed the Dead Sea, from the Eastern Wilderness Continent, flew to the West Alliance.

    His time is running out. He wants to go to the West Alliance before he leaves, to see if there is Wushan there, to see if there is an old person.

    The West Alliance's earth is a black soil. On the edge of the area, there is a mountain. The four fingers of this mountain stand between the heavens and the earth. Under the mountain is a jungle, boundless.

    This season is the winter of the West Alliance. The snow falls down, making the jungle look like a white wedding dress, and the earth is wrapped in silver. It looks like this wedding dress is like a funeral.

    Su Ming came here in the snow, and came to his hometown, Wushan.

    He didn't find Lei Chen, he didn't find any old people, but he found the mountain and found the beauty that existed in his memory.

    Looking at Wushan, Su Ming's tears shed again. He walked over to Wushan and touched the mountain's rock. The snow fell on him, letting him wipe away. He walked through the jungle under the mountain and stepped on the snow. This road is the beautiful circle when he was carrying Bai Ling.

    Until he came to the place where Washan Tribe should have fallen, here…No tribe.

    Perhaps, many years ago, there was a tribe here, her name, Wushan Tribe, but now, in Su Ming's eyes, there is a snow and dry jungle.

    Here, Su Ming stands silently, time goes by, for a long time…

    Featherless crane is on the side, watching the surroundings, accompanied by silence.

    Sunset, the sun rises, snowflakes fall overnight, Su Ming stood for a night, he looked at the jungle, looking at the snow, he suddenly stepped forward a few steps, the whole person knelt on the ground, the hands to dig open the ground of snow, to dig open the ground of the earth, his whole people as crazy, with both hands constantly digging, gradually, His hands were bloody, but he did not know the pain, and continued.

    Until a deep pit was dug by Su Ming, in the deep pit, he dug up some abandoned things buried in the ground, some stone tools, some pots and bowls, and some scattered pieces of decaying smell.

    Looking at these, Su Ming's tears fell on it, the items he knew, those belonged to…Wushan.

    Su Ming didn't know how he left Wushan and the jungle. He walked bitterly and aimlessly. As he walked out of the jungle, there was a misty smoke in front of him. It was a small tribes.

    This is a small tribes that did not know when to take root here. Su Ming looked at the smoke and slowly walked toward the tribe. The joyful music tune, and the happy laughter of the child, Su Ming's approached and gradually passed into his ears.

    Looking at it, Su Ming seemed to see the Wushan Tribe until it finally got in the snow, Su Ming lowered his head, with a hint of shackles, he turned and walked toward the distance, a mask appeared in his right hand, that The black mask is scattered with light, and it is particularly distinctive in this snow.

    Just at the moment Su Ming was going to put the mask on his face, suddenly, his footsteps, he turned his head and looked at the jungle in the distance, on the snow in the jungle, there was a pair of young men and women at the moment, there quarrel.

    "You said that you will always be with me. You said that this is an agreement…"It was a woman’s voice, the woman looked at the youth in front of her eyes and cried to open mouth.

    "I said that…However,The young man is silent, and after a long time, bitter to open mouth.

    "No, but I know that you still love me, why do you have to leave, we used to make vows in the snow, we have to go all the way to the white head in the snow, that snow, we are white, but this A snow, we must be separated, our agreement…"The woman was in tears, and the voice was swaying in the snow.

    The young man bowed his head bitterly and he had his hardships.

    Su Ming looked at the pair of young men and women, listening to their words, and his face showed a woman full of wild beauty, the woman is Bai Ling, and like Bai Su.

    "In the snow, can you go to the white head…"

    "This is an appointment."

    Su Ming closed his eyes and his Intent Soul spread out at the moment of his eyes closed…

    The young man in the jungle trembled. When he raised the head, his eyes softened, and the soft eyes stopped the woman who was crying across her from crying.

    The young man smiled softly, walked to the woman's side, took off the bones hanging from the neck, and took off the earrings of the woman's left ear.

    "In the snow, we can go to the white head, outside the wind and snow, we can also, this is an appointment!"

    The woman hugged the youth, and the voice of crying was full of joy.

    At this moment, Su Ming opened his eyes in the distance. He did not look back, but continued to walk toward the distance, facing the wind and snow. His right hand was lifted, slowly, and the mask was slowly worn. The face.

    At the moment the mask was worn on the face, Su Ming's had no warmth on his body. Instead, it was cold and ruthless, and it became a cold that could not be melted by this snow.

    He took a step, step by step, and went away in the snow. From then on, there was no love, and the pain was broken. He…It is no longer his.

    Such as a painting in the snow, the name of the painting, called, if life is just as first seen.

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