I Just Reopened My Life

On the 16th, the winter solstice.

I can't remember when this festival started. But the wandering people always return to their hometown for the holidays at this time. Everyone is looking for their own home.

But the Forbidden City is still the same as usual, deserted and deserted. Perhaps people who were born in the Forbidden City since childhood still have the intention to celebrate this boring festival, but it is ultimately a minority.

dusk.

Scattered snowflakes floated in the sky, and a little hazy drizzle enveloped the Forbidden City.

The wind and snow hung on the wall, and those words were particularly dazzling.

"We were never locked up!"

I don't know who engraved it, but this character suddenly appeared here.

People who are at a loss will always pass this must-go road, stop and look at it. Then he pretended not to see, and walked into the distance.

It’s just that this year’s Winter Solstice seems to be a bit more popular than usual, and it seems that everyone is homesick for some reason.

Isn't it us who is being followed?

In the wind and snow, an attendant stood in place wearing a black hoodie.

He was actually born here since he was a child, and he didn't understand why anyone would want to leave the Forbidden Island. There is a natural barrier between these two groups of people on Forbidden Island.

But now someone suddenly said that they weren't born to serve Wudi.

They have a more lofty mission. Forbidden Island is the last gleam of hope left for the human race. Each of them is more sacred than they thought.

Mission...

He looked at these words in amazement.

He thought he was born on his knees.

"Quick! Kneel down!"

Familiar words appeared in his ears, and he knelt down as soon as his knees weakened. Only when he reacted did he realize that this was not a kneel to shout to him.

Turning his head, he saw a guard of the imperial city holding a butcher knife high and nailing a civilian onto the elevated stand.

Many civilians were kneeling around.

"The Witch Emperor has an order, whoever dares to read the writing on the wall today will die!" The guard of the imperial city yelled at everyone with a knife.

He watched quietly, suddenly suddenly.

It really has the style of Witch Sovereign. Don't erase the writing, because it's hard to know that these words can't be erased. Someone will write the same words after erasing it. Therefore, it is necessary to suppress it with great might.

He felt that this difficult move was not the best choice.

Because it's hard to underestimate these words and these rumors coming today. These words opened the eyes of the crowd.

If you haven't opened your eyes before, using violence to control violence is indeed an effective method. But now everyone has opened their eyes, all the atrocities will only be seen in the eyes of the crowd, and then these atrocities will turn into fuel of anger and start a fire.

"Puff!"

The head fell to the ground.

The crowd was silent.

If we really are the hope of the human race, then we really shouldn't be so wronged. He bowed his head and sighed, feeling that the life of another man's son had been ruined. He tightened his clothes again and left here.

"You! Stop! Kneel down!"

The guard had sharp eyes and immediately saw him leaving.

If I remember correctly, this person also read the writing on the wall just now.

The guard cautiously approached him with a knife, "Take off the hood!"

He took off his hat obediently.

When the guard saw it, he knelt on the spot and said, "It turns out to be the maid-in-chief! It's the little one who doesn't know Taishan!"

The guard knelt down and carefully looked at the maid in front of him. Although the maid was only responsible for kneeling and tiptoeing for the Witch Sovereign, he was considered to be the celebrity beside the Witch Sovereign.

The attendant looked at the guard mournfully, with unspeakable sadness in his heart.

He is working or kneeling, kneeling to Wu Nan.

It turns out that when I kneel down, I see this in the eyes of others.

"Why did you look at the writing on the wall?" The guard of the imperial city asked softly.

The maid straightened his face, and panicked with a flushed face and a heartbeat: "The Witch Emperor asked me to see what was written on the wall."

The guard breathed a sigh of relief, "It turns out that it is. I was the one who talked too much. You go lightly."

The waiter nodded, and walked towards the imperial city with the blood stains splashed out.

At the feet are the heads without eyes closed.

When people open their eyes, it's hard to close them.

…

"The words have been carved out, and the information of the Wu family has spread." The drunk was not drunk at the moment. He stared at the distribution map of the imperial city carefully, trying to find a way to catch the witch alive.

Although everyone wants to leave the Forbidden City and sacrifice the children directly, it is more brisk, but they can't do such a thing.

If you can use witchcraft as a key, then everyone will be happy.

"What are we going to do next? Are those people willing to go in with us?" They asked Li Changye nervously.

"Of course not."

Li Changye faintly wiped the wooden sword in his hand, which was sharpened by Ming. Although he prefers a harder weapon, this one is not bad, so he took it first.

He was also wearing a layer of wooden armor, and there was really no other material.

"If you prefer stone-engraved armor, don't wear what I did." As if remembering Ming's awkward expression, Li Changye smiled and shook his head.

It's a pity that in the end, Ming was still named Ming and couldn't tell his surname, but Li Ming was really not good.

"It's no use, it's no use, let's do it hard!"

They suddenly stared.

Li Changye didn't speak, but looked at the head thrown on the ground outside, the spray of hot blood splashed on the snowflakes, making a noise.

"No one wants to help us right now, but no one wants to help witchcraft."

Li Changye raised the wooden sword.

"For us, this is enough."

The eyes of the others suddenly lit up.

…

"boom!"

A thunder light suddenly lit up the city.

The squally wind brought blizzards mixed with misty rain. Lei Guang suddenly lit up the figures of the people wearing the hats.

Countless people quietly stretched their heads out of the window.

These people wearing hats just walked straight towards the Yong Forbidden Palace under everyone's gaze.

Pedestrians on the road wanted to use the moonlight to secretly glance at the writing on the wall.

This is the first time someone has told them that the people here have such a great mission, which makes people feel that life is full of motivation at a glance. People can't help but watch it over and over again.

That is the taste of faith and mission.

"Tatata!"

Li Changye and several people walked in the wind and snow with their hats.

He ran towards the Palace of Forbidden City!

Pedestrians quickly took refuge, UU reading www.uukanshu.com found a corner of the road, and knelt down towards those people in panic.

Why kneel?

Because this was taught to this city by Wu Nan's 300-year rule, people just need to kneel.

"Stand up, don't kneel!"

Li Changye and several people galloped past these passers-by, shouting loudly.

The passers-by were slightly taken aback.

I looked at the few speeding people in disbelief.

They looked at each other, and it took a long time for them to stand up tremblingly, and suddenly an unspeakable feeling surged into their hearts.

It turns out that they really don't need to kneel.

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