The crayfish take-out after midnight in the World Cup, smoked kebabs and spicy hotspots in the university town, working and eating and studying in western restaurants, and travelling in large and small night markets around the world ...玑 I have gone through my mind with the sweetness and bitterness that has flowed through the tip of my tongue in my life. The material is rich. I can probably cut two "worlds on the tip of my tongue". Unfortunately, I still ca n’t cover the deepest mory--
Congenital spirits were born to break the valley, but I do n’t know if I was hungry or cold.
He was born in the darkness, and the world greeted him with noisy horse hissing, roaring and tal collisions. His "cradle" was filled with hatred, anger ... and hunger.
It was the mory of two blood battles in Hirabuchi in history, sprinkled with blood.
A faint voice penetrated his body and fell directly into the depths of his consciousness.
The voice said: "The thirty-sixth fire keeper ... boy, I ... so far, and later ..."
The wordless inheritance poured in indiscriminately, from the first generation of fire keepers to the present.
Xuan Yuan was forced to open his eyes and saw a man who looked exactly like himself standing in front of him, only to smile at him, and then he died, falling into a bone, and the bone was engraved with a breath of "封 "word.
The scene flashed by, like an afterimage, and was forced down by Xuan Yuan.
His eyes flashed with fla-colored light, and a long chain with fire flew out of his palm, smashing towards Sheng Lingyuan.
As soon as he killed his heart, Sheng Lingyuan should be able to feel it, but sohow he forgot to hide. Seeing that the thick iron chain on his wrist almost drew it on his face, Xuan Yuan took his mind back at the last mont, the iron chain stopped in mid-air, and the firelight reflected Sheng Lingyuan's face a little blood, and there was a dead silence around them. The connection was so dead that it was broken at this ti.
"I respect you, Your Majesty," Xuan Yuan said, "I think the person who ended the Kyushu lee is a hero, even if you have been acting like a personal scum."
Sheng Lingyuan was in the witch's grave, and a spit of blood was spit next to the bronze coffin. The two were connected again, and then forced to cooperate.
During this period, although Sheng Lingyuan had been relying on counting to suppress his thoughts, he was so reluctant that Xuan Yuan had a chance to test out a lot of information.
But he was a rare gentleman once, and didn't do that.
On the one hand, Emperor Wu's achievents are too much to look forward to, and he was a little afraid to profanity.
On the other hand, Xuan Ye himself couldn't tell whether Sheng Lingyuan was particularly good at deceiving people, or whether he had any problems ... such as the late stage of color embryos. In short, when he saw Sheng Lingyuan, there was always sothing in his heart, and he had been trying to bypass reason and paralyze his vigilance.
When Sheng Lingyuan sealed Alozin again, Xuan Yuan actually wanted to ask him why he didn't destroy the body directly, but he didn't say it because he always felt that the blood he vomited in the witch's grave was a lung. , Can't bear it.
On the way back, Sheng Lingyuan was rarely seen as a demon. He had been quiet and quiet. Xuan Yuan thought that because he had covered his identity for him for a while, he voted for Tao Li, and both of them could respect each other consciously, and the truce ended!
Pooh!
Humanity can't be the emperor, they are all "Ningxia world, don't tell the world to lose ."
Sheng Lingyuan's pupils shrank slightly with the flash of light. At that mont, his expression was almost wrong.
Xuan Yuan didn't notice--the phone just plugged into the charger rang, and he was divided by the ringtone of the phone.
The caller ID was Xiao Zheng. Xuan Yuan raised his hand and pressed it. He retracted the chain, and the two heavy chains retracted the coin and drilled back into his palm.
Xuan Yuan said coldly to Sheng Lingyuan: "Okay, you can't live without probing so threads on other people's underpants, right? Now that you have seen them, then I just open the sunroof and brighten it. ——I said in the witch's grave that if I die, the Abyss fire will re-ignite, not to fool you. We are the 'fire guards', and it is not the' white fire 'red fire' phoenix The fire is away from the fire, and 'fire' refers to Abuchi fire. "
Sheng Lingyuan looked at him with a very complex look, but unfortunately the two were now "Bluetooth" disconnected, and Xuan Ye could not hear what he was thinking.
"I was born in Akabuchi. I was the patriarch when I was born, because our family has always died in the previous term, and the next term was born-do n’t ask
why, I do n’t know, maybe I do n’t want to coach the children to do their howork. Therefore, when we are dying, we must pass on our lives. We have to die once anyway.
"Our talented mission is to defend Achibu, not to let the Achibu fire that has been extinguished for more than 3,000 years reign, and to be able to marry when necessary. Abyss is sealed with the grievances of the two battles of Pingyuan. You know, from 3,000 years ago to now, every ti there is a major natural disaster, fire, or military disaster, Akibuchi will resonate. I was born in World War II. The forr patriarch used that ti as a sacrifice and cald Akibuchi who was almost dying of sparks. .You have to ask
what kind of spirit changed, I'm sorry, I don't know, maybe I'm not a spirit, I'm a freak. "
Only the devil can suppress the demons, and the gods will only sacrifice and let them eat them.
Whoever has the role of "God" will be **** mold for eight lives.
"But then co back, the **** job of 'spoken by one's body, I can't co whoever loves to go,'" Xuan Ye unscrewed the faucet, flushed his hair with cold water at random, and then he didn't care if anyone was watching, directly In front of Sheng Lingyuan, he took off his "backless outfit" and casually drew a sweater cover from the paper bag next to him. "I'm sorry, the glorious tradition has passed on to my gene mutation in my generation. What do you believe? I do n’t like to be responsible, and I do n’t intend to sacrifice. Whatever happened, I can only do my best to make Abuchi stop. If I ca n’t control it, then I love to humbly-can I be so frank? Are you assured? We haven't had any conflicting positions so far, have we? "
Sheng Lingyuan's lips moved slightly, as if trying to say sothing, but Xuan Yuan only felt that the tender and affectionate face was purely painted skin, no matter how pleasing to the eye, he was too lazy to appreciate the nature of the scum covered underneath. .
He took away his wallet and mobile phone, and quickly took away his fast food bag-anyway, His Majesty could not see junk food anymore-he tore the door of the room and left: "Goodbye."
Greatness and anness do not conflict.
Gong Zhaoqiuqiu, but does not illuminate His Majesty's black heart.
So people are lonely, a tragedy of destiny, and so people deserve it. Kings and calves like Shengmou are good to hang on the history books, there is no need to make deep friendships.
Xuan Yuan planned to open a room at the front desk downstairs. He just got on the elevator and the phone rang again. It was still Xiao Zheng.
Xuan Xuan picked up angrily: "It's not over? Dad just finished working overti, and let
stop for two seconds. Can you choke? How much overti do you give
... what?"
As soon as Xuan Yuan left, the hotel room suddenly emptied, and there was still a scorching sll in the air-the iron chain just left a ash on the white wall.
Sheng Lingyuan stood for a while, stretched out his hand and brushed the dust, and the dust automatically fell off the wall, leaving a lonely one in his palm.
"How could he be ..."
Xuan Yuan said he didn't know what had changed, but Sheng Lingyuan recognized the bone with the word "Seal" in a glance--because he wrote it with his own hands.
He closed his eyes gently, shaking the scorched hand, but it was shaking.
The history books say that the Kyushu lee was initiated by the Emperor Ping, and this person only played two roles in the stories compiled by later generations, either the greedy ambitionist with blue face and fangs, or the unknown 250.
But in fact, a war can last for a long ti, and it cannot be attributed to a mortal.
Three thousand years ago, Akabuchi was not called "Akabuchi
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