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Long song when crying.

I don’t know why such a poem suddenly emerged in my mind? It seems to be called this name. The second time, the second time these two bad guys came back, Ba Boyi remembered it very clearly. Every time they came back, what they said, what they did, and how long they stayed, he remembered it very clearly in his heart.

Not just very clear.

The voice, appearance and smile, just like yesterday.

Looking from afar, outside the mountain gate, where the dust falls in the west, it is already half of the setting sun, and the whole body is coated with a layer of golden brilliance. The golden glass body tilted its head and thought for a long time. If this merit can be exchanged for the two people returning slowly from the tribe gate at this time, it is worthwhile.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse. In the end, I didn’t see the figures of the two returning, even if they just passed by the similar refugees "420".

After such a hard pursuit, I didn’t wait for the person who was equal to me, but waited for the demon tribe who came to plunder.

Baboyi suddenly understood why there were so many Wu tribe refugees from different places in a tribe and a village, two tribes with deep hatred.

Killing people is not enough.

He watched the big bell in the center of the tribe ring, watched the lights light up in the dark house, watched the witch priest command the tribe to resist, watched the monsters kill all the tribesmen in the tribe, and watched the blood flow into rivers. There were aftermath of magical powers everywhere, and broken walls everywhere. Even Baboyi, who grew up here, couldn't tell that this was the place where he was born and raised. The blood of the Wu tribe soaked into the earth, just like the blood of Pangu the great god that day turned into the Wu tribe.

It was all desolate, but also full of vitality.

Baboyi sat there like a puppet. In this turmoil, no one from the tribe or the hateful monsters stayed on him for a long time, not once.

Maybe the demons felt that I was too annoying and were too lazy to kill me, so I became one of the few survivors of this tribe, except for the witch women who were tied up by the demons.

The word "survivor" is written as "bait", and the smaller the bait, the bigger the fish can be caught. A witch of my age cannot survive alone in this cruel prehistoric world. There is no luck, no if.

In front of me, the turbulent world, the demon fire, and the howling of the witch women who were taken away. Some of them were already in love and had a real husband and wife, but they were forcibly separated. Some demons even took pleasure in this, and they kept a few couples and took pleasure in insulting the witches, as if they were avenging the predation of the year.

?,"8:: Miserable cries, deep growls, and undisguised sounds of bliss.

The wizard seemed to be mumbling something to himself, and so did the witch. Baboyi could see clearly that under the countless lights, if he wanted to hear what was written in the letter of the cautious great wizard priest, he had to master lip reading. Fortunately, he learned quickly, and the great wizard priest's silent belief was very slow. The demon clan must have been able to read what the two of them said, and Baboyi could too, but he didn't want to waste his limited energy on a meaningless thing.

Everyone had their own joys and sorrows, and their own grievances and pleasures.

Baboyi didn't feel how sad or funny it was, he just thought they were noisy.

His parents said that the three thousand worlds, in the end, except for the innate creatures, are all chaos. , we are one, why are we so anxious to hurt each other.

I don't know why I am so anxious, but at least I know that I shouldn't hurt each other.

The sound of release, the anger suppressed to the extreme, the contradiction of grief and indignation. The sound and color disturbed my mind, making it impossible for me to think more. But I also know that everything is temporarily over.

A blood sword splashed out from the wizard's neck, with hatred, both for the demon clan and for myself. Babo Yi can understand the first layer, but not the second layer, and can't understand it, but fortunately, he doesn't need to understand it himself.

The "cargo" of the demon clan is crying at this time... The demon clan behind the hall, who also commanded this almost one-sided massacre, also cut off the head of the great witch priest and put it in the bag. Before getting on the horse, the demon looked at me with contempt, with an expression on his face and a sentence he muttered.

At that time, I couldn't understand the expressions on their faces, nor could I read the lip language of the demon. Although he spoke very slowly, I couldn't focus my eyes, or rather... couldn't focus.

My eyes became wet again. The remaining tribes and the continuous flames were like butterflies transformed into flames in my misty eyes, flying and falling in this world that was made bizarre by the liquid in my eyes.

I don't know why, maybe I was despised. After all, no matter whether it was a human demon or a human-witch hybrid, they would not be looked down upon by any party. As long as they were stained with human blood, their status would take a sharp turn for the worse. Of course, it is also possible that the demon tribe was soft-hearted and it was not worth it.

The collapsed houses, the destroyed altar, the traces of clouds and rain, the collapsed beams everywhere, except for 0.5 tribesmen and money, this tribe is still intact, but it exists in another form. Is the form really so important? Ba Boyi was puzzled. The Great Witch Priest mentioned some things more than once in the letter, those about the battle between witches and demons, about the ownership of the way of heaven, about the ownership of the spoils of victory, but there was no defeat. Maybe the Great Witch Priest and the people of the other tribes did not have the perception of "their witch tribe will lose" in their minds, just like the Ten Ancestor Witches who were provoked to harm their two ancestors could still steadily defeat the two great powers sitting in the demon court.

A cold breath came from below. After sitting on the ground for too long, it was still a bit chilly.

The waning moon was like a ditch, hanging lazily in the sky as always, just like the sun. So many people from the tribe were killed or injured below, but it didn't even turn red symbolically. .