A Million Survival Laws of the Savior

"...I also have certain demands for those, but let me go to an actual heroic spirit, forgive me, I can't do it." Bai Jue's face was vicissitudes: "Life is already so difficult, some things are better not to do. It’s better to speak clearly.”

"Young man, your thinking is too old. When you are my age, you will understand a truth. Life doesn't matter."

"--Carpe Diem."

When the old gentleman opened his mouth, a group of young and beautiful girls walked by in groups of three or five, and there was a burst of clear laughter from Yingying Yanyan, and then a gust of wind blew from nowhere, lifting the skirts of the girls, revealing With fair skin, slender thighs and looming scraps, amid the shy noise of the girls, there were bursts of camera shutters and admiration from the surrounding crowd, and the tacit gentlemen were full of welfare and contented.

The old man blew a frivolous whistle, and in his gentle smile hid his praise and fascination for the absolute realm of young girls. In Bai Jue's delicate expression, he slowly said: "When you get old, you will always start to pick up some of the past. The things that you used to be ashamed of in the past are also worth recalling now, if you don’t indulge them when you are young, when you get old, what will be worth recalling?”

"As these young girls pass by, the undefended and pure smile is pleasant, recalls the taste of youth, washes away the vicissitudes of life, and then, as you can see, the wind blows, in a There is a surprise in the scream, and I can also laugh at this time, the aging mind is injected with new vitality, and the things that support me to move on are as simple as that, and this is the true meaning of life."

Bai Jue couldn't bear to look directly, and felt that the old gentleman was poisonous: "This is the first time I heard such a refreshing and refined act of a hooligan who is disrespectful to the old."

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Generally speaking, the second update is around ten o'clock.

Although the bounty was opened, the response was unexpectedly flat. Currently, the monthly ticket and the blade owe about four chapters, and it can be paid off in less than a week. It's really... too easy.

Chapter 72 慰灵碑

Shenhai suburb, ten miles of quiet area.

Thousands of heroic souls have been buried under tombstones for ten years.

The three of them walked on a long ramp, with apricot forests planted on both sides and the leaves rustled by the wind.

This is the first time Zhou Sangyu has come to Shenhai, but it is not the first time he has seen the memorial tablet.

In the hub cities on the land of China that have been ravaged by war, there are nameless steles standing everywhere. As a famous official of Jixia, he has seen no less than ten steles of condolences, but every time he sees it, it always evokes The painful memory of that time.

But now, ten years later, the memory has not yet blurred, but the pain has faded first, leaving only a little sentimental.

Except for a cavity of blood that has settled in the spine, which has become the backbone of a generation of famous officials, the rest... has long since passed away with the wind.

Today's Shenzhou Empire is a prosperous world.

"Prosperity, hard-won..."

He whispered, sighed, proud, facing the monument standing at the peak, straightening his back without any guilt: "But, after all, we have to wait, the empire is defended, the territory is defended, the people are defended... otherwise , Come here without Yan."

Mary's smile was slightly lonely. There were too many things that she didn't understand because she had never experienced it.

I have never seen it with my own eyes, so no matter how I hear it, or how I understand it, I can’t feel it.

But someone understands.

Zhou Sangyu understands, Dion understands, and the loyal bones buried under the green hills understand.

She quietly looked at the blond knight, trying to make out some clues from her expression.

At this glance, Mary was slightly startled. It was the first time she saw the expression of pain and struggle on the face of this noble dragoon hero.

She didn't even notice her gaffe, and simply lost herself in the memories.

The scene ten years ago, every grass and a tree, the dusty memories covered her vision like a tide.

Battle of the Six Paths.

The full name of the war ten years ago, the tragic war that involved half the world, took just one month, the number of deaths, and the economic loss has reached an astronomical level, so that ten years have passed, and Just recovering from a serious injury.

As the final battlefield of the Demon Scouting War, the Shenzhou Empire is several levels more tragic than other battlefields... In order to win the war, the price paid is expensive but low——

One died, three fell asleep.

Specifically, it was the death of an unnamed heroic spirit, and the sleep of the three lords of the throne.

What happened in the final battle is a fact that all the recorders desperately want to know, but have never been able to know.

Only the heroic spirits who have actually participated in the war know it, but they don't say it, and they don't want to say it.

Including Dion... Even if it was the order of Her Royal Highness Mary, she had to disobey once.

However, everything that happened in that year is so timeless. Ten years have passed, but it seems like yesterday, as if it was just a dream. For the heroic spirit, time flies too fast, but too slow. .

Everyone only saw the ending, but not the process. Why did everyone keep silent?

What happened in those short three days?

I want to talk, but I can't speak, I can only remember silently in my heart.

Dion's emerald eyes stared at the stone tablet in front of him, but he recalled another scene.

When the nameless heroic spirit stepped into the trap of heaven alone, and made the [-] heroic spirits of the Shenzhou Empire safe with one person's benevolence, before leaving, he suddenly looked back at the land of Shenzhou, who was he looking at?Is it determination or relief in the eyes?

After the leader left, when half of the heroic spirits present were crazy, did they think the same thing?

When the saint slapped the mad emperor in tears and asked the other party to wake up and see the situation clearly, what kind of mood was she holding?

When the Lord of the Throne was silent for one minute together, what kind of communication they had, and what kind of resolute will they chose to sacrifice themselves to face the remaining three, it is also unknown.

When the final battle of scouting the demons ended, the long-lost morning dawned from the blood-filled sky and clouds, the earth ushered in a new life, and the tenacity of human beings won again... All the heroic spirits looked at the closed eyes of heaven, and the emotions that emerged in their hearts were right? The same sadness and sentimentality?

Who to ask the answers to these questions?

Who is willing to answer you... No one is willing to open their own scars with their own hands, only to lick the wounds alone in the dead of night.

Beyond these issues, there are plenty of pictures to remember.